Last Night, The Ocean

I was on the Ocean. On a pitiful floating device. I had to paddle to get anywhere. The water was freezing. Someone had said that there was a shark. And there was. I couldn't see any land. I was absolutely terrified. I remember saying, "This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a dream." And I also remember thinking, "Normally I love the ocean, and now..." And then, there was land! It was a golf coarse. I finally made it. I breathed easy. And then the shark beached itself. It was huge and terrible. It's black eyes staring at nothing. I felt the need to help it. I asked the people to help, but no one wanted to help. I splashed water on its gills. And then people started to see it was dying. Some people gathered around. Only a few helped me push. We got it in. I remember thinking, and this is when the fucking bastard takes off my arm.

And then, and then...there was an emergency. Across the bay. An old woman says a bridge is out. I can see where we need to go. We have to get down the cliff, to the boat, its the only way to get there on time. The woman had kites, so we flew down. I hoped that we would get there on time.

Last Night, a recurring dream

I just flew into Montana. The land was so beautiful. It was like the sky and the land wanted to meet, there was nothing between them, no space, the sky was falling.

There was this huge tower, and I wanted to get to the top. I climbed and climbed. And then I peered over and I was three thousand feet high, looking down. But I was even higher than that, I could see Nebraska, I could see Colorado. Was I in space?

I needed to get down. The view changed. Suddenly, I was looking down at a beach from what felt like a top story of a sky scrapper. But what kind of structure was I on? It was not well built, there was scaffolding and haphazard ladders. Suddenly, I was a boy, I was there on that structure with my best friend, we needed to get down. It was a perilous journey. We could never tell what would support our weight, what would snap if we shifter our weight. As we climbed further and further down, we got younger and younger. When we finally reached the ground with the help of my friend's older brother, we were toddlers. We were only interested in wrestling. 

But climbing down dangerous ladders, I felt, while I was in the dream, that I had been there many times before. 

Two Nights ago, Star Trek...again

I was on a new enterprise. State of the art in every way, the ship's computing system was close to being an A.I. Out on our voyage, we were attacked by...I can't rightly say but they were out to kill all the inhabitants of the ship and steal the technology aboard. The commanding crew was kept in a separate room. We were being lead away into a holding cell when I had this idea. The deck that controlled the computing system was classified; no one on board except those in command had seen it. But I felt like I had been there before, like in a dream. It was like the ship was urging me to find it. So I broke away and hid, buying time until I could make a run to that locked off deck. The commanding crew (Picard, Data, the lot) were being met with violence. Their captors were leading them to the computing system dock. It seems that their plans were even more horrendous than just killing everyone on board. They had eyes to rule the universe. 

The ship it turns out was carrying something very special and very powerful. Picard was forced to open the doors to the deck, and I, with stealth, followed them. It was a huge empty egg shelled room, dark grey and silver. In the middle it looked like there was a pool. But when you peered in, you realized it was the interface to the computing system. I made a dash for it and jumped in, surprising everyone with my presence. It was like being underwater, but I could breathe, and there was information stored in units that were floating in space, I could touch them and they would spin, like silver disks. I knew instinctively how to operate this system. And the system, for the time being, wasn't allowing anyone else in. I realized that the enemy wasn't far behind. I had to find a way to dislodge their ship form ours and destroy it. But the feeling of weightlessness, of calm, even though danger was above, this sense of belonging was almost overwhelming. 

I moved easily through the blackness and went deeper and deeper, being drawn to something in the darkness. But then there was a red light, and it grew brighter and brighter. It looked like I was close to a whole galaxy, red and orange, glowing like a fire. I could see stars and solar systems. And near this sight, there was a perfect black sphere. I knew it to be concentrated dark matter, something incredibly powerful and mysterious. It was like the computer allowed me to glimpse it. Because just then, the other had broken through the surface, there was a fight above. Data, who had been injured earlier but repaired haphazardly by Jordy, was desperately trying to prevent the enemy entering the pool. I had to act fast, and I did. I was able to dislodge their ship and destroy it. I was able to unlock all the holding cells and neutralize the enemy's weapons. We defeated them.

Last Night, a supergroup and stuff animal dogs

I was in a supergroup with Whitney Houston and Mariah Carey and someone else. I didn't sing, I just danced. But we had this amazing performance somehow on the landing of my upstairs floor in my parent's house. There was some tension between the girls, but I kept them together. We were about to go on tour, when I had this strange feeling that this had all happened already. I turned them down because I didn't want to miss Christmas that year and also, all I did was dance.

And then I was a brown stuffy animal dog whose pet, a blue stuff animal dog, got carried away by the wind. So I chased him, through clouds and bridges and rooftops.

Last Night, zombies, futurama, tennis lessons, toy race car track, a police report, time travel

Where to begin...First, I know I had a terrible dream about Zombies. But I can't remember any details.

I also had a dream in the universe of Futurama, the animated show, and I dreamt in animation. Lela had been kidnapped by a planet populated by car crash dummies who wanted to make it a law that all cars had clean air filters. The intergalactic council, apparently, fighting several different wars, decided this was a good decision. One member said, "This law, with its safety applications, is like stopping all wars." And then another member was like, "Wouldn't stopping all wars be actually more important in that we would be actually stopping all wars?" No one gave him a clear answer. Then there was this moment when the dream was interrupted and my brother couldn't believe that Warf (from Star Trek) would give his voice to this show. I said I bet the actor has a great sense of humor.

So Lela was freed. But she turned into a half robot half girl, no longer in animation, saying goodbye to her captors with hugs and kisses. She was boarding the space shuttle to go back home, nothing could damper her spirits.

But then there was this girl, with a small child, and someone was trying to kidnap the small child. It was very violent. I then marched into a huge sporting good department store where Darleen and my mother were sitting at a counter like it was a bar. I accused Darleen of the history of violence, and decided to call the police. I dialed 911. I had to give a detailed police report on what happened, which I did, with a paint brush dipped in dye on cloth. Darlene kept trying to dissuade me, but I was furious at her, that she would cause so much harm.

Then, I'm at my house. There was a man walking his dog. He was at my back door. He wanted some kind of information. I remember feeling anxious, I looked the door to get this information, but then he cut a circle in the glass to break in. I tried to black his entrance, but he was too strong, he was there to kill me. He had had a vision, and there was no stopping the future. But then time reversed itself, and it was earlier that day. I knew what was going to happen...so I armed myself. I stepped outside by door and saw him leave with his dog. There was a parade. He came by to sit by me. He had dark hair, and his shirt was covered with tiny spots of blood. He looked terrible. But I was ready. I had an ax. And then he spoke about the nature of time, about how nothing can truly be relived. And then he attacked, I tried to scream, but, no sound came out.

And then I was in my grandfather's basement. My mom explained to me about a historical figure, why his chest kept bleeding. My grandfather kept changing forms. Into himself, and then into a young man, in uniform, with dark grease on his face and hands. I went into the basement. There was a huge detailed miniature car and city model. I decided to play with it, pretending to be police cars chasing a thief. It was so detailed, little people were there, scrambling to get out of the way, there was mist on the road. But in the basement, everything was covered with thick cob webs. So thick that I kept getting stuck. I got so scared. I wanted to turn the lights of to conserve energy but...I was too afraid to be alone in the dark.

ANd then Woody Harrelson was teaching me tennis. I got pretty damn good.

Last Night, my dreams keep sticking it to me

So I was in the CIA headquarters, dressed like I am right now, big gross boots, sloppy hair, a plaid shirt that is too big. I'm looking for a woman named Mary Pickford. Clive Owen is there, but when I approach her office and ask about her whereabouts, no one answers me. I finally, after feeling totally out of place, spot on old college buddy of mine, Gretchen, who is now a CIA analyst. I ask her where Mary Pickford is. She is reluctant to help. But I am very convincing. And I remember saying, "Remember when we were just struggling artists, now look at us, your a CIA analyst and I'm a reporter." She searches the databases and finds that Mary Pickford is in...GASP...JAKARTA! This apparently means something terrible, as if I have found the missing piece. I realize I know too much, and I try to walk out of the CIA headquarters as calmly as possible. But Clive Owens knows. I am in my room, packing furiously, when he, and a couple of CIA thugs, come charging in. They surround me and my good friend and hold guns to our heads. And I keep thinking, come on, Clive Owen is a good guy, he is actually here to save me...but just like with the Zombies last night, my dream was like no...he's here to fucking kill you. Luckily my Mexican friend Ty who has a intense gun collection bursts into the room, I grab a shotgun behind my closet door and there is this sweaty standoff. Something happens, and all guns go a blazing. I shoot Clive Owen and my friend Ty kills the other thugs. I'm pretty upset that I have just murdered Clive Owen, but after all, he was an evil spook.

Two nights ago....more animation and a struggle to live

Two nights ago...I was in a mall with some friends. And there was this greasy looking boy with my Senior Art Show work. I started to scream, who the fuck was this guy? It turns out he is the boyfriend of an old childhood friend. We start to look closely at the fabric. Then, what could only be described as stop motion animation in thread, the embroidery on the fabric started to move. It soon became something I had never seen before. Great herds of cattle were moving across plains of grass, trees were changing colors, rivers were flowing.

But then the dream morphed into me being in a parking garage all by myself. I had lost my shoe and this weird orange haired old man with a huge beard was like, "I will help you!" But his interest in me soon changed and he was chasing me, trying to rape and kill me! I was lucky to unlock a random car and I found a exacto knife and a lighter. I slit his throat, stuck the lighter in his eye, but he still wouldn't stop chasing me. Finally I ran into the security room where there was this pregnant lady and I was like, HOLY FUCKING SHIT HELP! And she gave me some gasoline so I lit the guy on fire and pushed off the ledge, but than that pregnant lady was like, "THAT WAS MY HUSBAND!" And she started after me, I kicked her in the head and I was like...Really? What next?" And you know what, when I turned around there was a horde of zombies and I remember just being like....come on!

Last night, the Queen of the Underworld

It's the early 18th century. There is a medical academy. One young student is madly in love. The student looks like Brendan Frasier, and his pretty young wife looks like Abby Cornish. Anyways...He is on his way to become a doctor. But a disease spreads through the town, taking at least one person in every house, including the young wife. Years later, the student who is now a well esteemed doctor and teacher is walking through a market. He sees someone. Just a flash of a face through the crowd. It's her! It's his wife. He runs through the crowd, pushing people aside, and there she is...alive and waiting. How did this happened, where had she come from? She says nothing, but he doesn't care. He takes her home and marvels at God's gift. She lounges around his house, but something is different about her. She moves as if gravity weren't there, as if she was pretending to stand on earth when she was actually on the moon. Her limbs could bend and twirl in ways that joints would not allow. She could turn things red and make flowers wilt, just by touching them.

Then one day she is gone. He frantically searches the town, but there is no trace of her. Not until that night. When she comes for him, in shadows and darkness. She answers his questions, those initial questions that were buried deep, covered up with giddy happiness. After she died, she was made Queen of the Underworld. Now in her castle, in the great hall of ghosts, we see her true face, she is nothing but bones and hair, a few strings of flesh still hold on to her skull. She is blue and luminescent. I want to live, she tells him. What she needs is a human girl, a human girls' face and blood. The doctor agrees.

I am one of his most gifted students, the only girl in the entire school. Three weeks have passed and in his great lab and adjoining study the students crowd around, hearing nothing. No one has seen him for weeks. The buzz and rumors concerning the good doctor isn't the only scandal. The chancellor's young wife, Jennifer, is missing. There are rumors she left with one of the students. There are rumors she went to America. There are rumors she is dead.

And then the doctor appears. He calls me into his chambers. I enter the long hallway that leads to his study. The windows are all covered and a strange blue light is filling the space. He asks if I would like to meet his wife. And there she is, a beautiful woman, stepping out of his study like Aphrodite. But then I notice blood on her face. And when she gets closer, I understand, that's Jennifer's face. That's Jennifer's body, but it isn't Jennifer. The young woman laughs and I run out to the sunny courtyard and throw up in front of the entire student body, shaking and horrified.

Last Night, a party gone wrong

There was a party at my grandmother's old house. It was this beautiful 70s style ranch, big windows, a lovely pool and huge backyard. It appeared to be the 20s, and I was throwing a wild party. I think I was a man. But then a body floated to the surface. And then it cut to my loft, another body was found. It was the Prince of Wales. I only used this loft for when I was in the city, to party, and I lent him the key because he wanted a place where, "he could get away from it all." I was talking to the police. It was raining.

Last Night, the cast of Bones, my cousin the murderer, and a pair of foolish aviators

Last night, the cast of bones, and possibly other characters from other TV programs, all became mutants! They had power like, to start fires and to heal themselves. One character, maybe Ted from How I met Your Mother, was freaking out because he had the power to heal extremely quickly. He slit his wrists hoping he was just human and woke up in a pile of blood and screaming. His friends were upset but when they saw no cuts they assumed he had played a horrible prank on them, but he knew better.

Then my cousin was trying to murder me in his house. I have had this dream before, or something very similar. He had a friend of mine upstairs, he was torturing her and he was totally insane, wielding a knife. The house kept shifting from one place to another, and my aunt an I were desperately trying to escape. My father was on the sidelines, unable or unwilling to help, but my cousin and I kept making references to the fact that this had all happened before and it would end as it always ended, me escaping by dropping down a balcony and running to my neighbors.

The other dream was two aviators were trying to fly this tiny tiny airplane made of leather and string that had no wings. This group of mountain dwarfs were trying to help them by pushing this contraption off the mountain. But it just dropped to the ledge below, never taking flight. The captain said, "Who the hell took the wings off this damn thing!?" And his co-pilot answered, "You did sir." Which, followed by a long pause, was answered with, "Well, perhaps that was a mistake."