Alright, for some reason, I went to very great lengths to document as many of the dreams and hypnagogic visions which I had last night. Turns out, the more I wrote down, the easier it became, and I remember all of them pretty damn well. And that’s something, because of the sheer number. These are written down more or less chronologically. I’m fleshing out the descriptions based on keyword notes that I left.
The first big one that I remember: walking into a forest with some other people. All of a sudden, we notice these little tiny rapidly flashing white lines, which seem to have been strung up everywhere, among all the trees and plants. The lights are pulsing in time with this, I would maybe describe it as Celtic-style dance music. We’re walking along, and hearing this, and we try to imitate that style of Irish dancing, where your legs are like all kicking around and stuff, but your torso stays still. Kinda like that Lord of the Dance dude. Then, these other extravagantly dressed people come up the trail behind us, doing that dance for real, and they are really good at it. We sort of follow them to this party deeper in the woods, off the main trails, which we understood is being thrown by “rich people.” But not like actual rich people. Based on cues in the dream, I’m guessing that these “rich people” were actually elves, or fae or something like that. And we had somehow stumbled upon one of their woodland festivals. Cause it was all magical and crap.
After that, the dream morphed just a little. We were still at the party, but now I was playing some sort of game with bubbles and little sparkly things in the air. Me and some other people (one of whom was like a fleshed-out version of Nelson Muntz, from the Simpsons - or else just had his voice), and this cat (based on my brother’s cat) got deeply involved with playing this game with the bubbles.
After that, I woke up, wrote stuff down about the previous dreams. Then had this hypnagogic vision, where these two kids were lost in the woods. Hiding from something, and I found them, and helped them get home. I think this related to the dream described above, as well as to a dream that happened before that, which I didn’t fully remember. This soon turned into another vision where a woman was telling me about how I had rescued those kids, and how she suspected a neighbor of hers as who they were hiding from. She showed me a vision of him with this big axe. The fact that they were hiding in the woods, and where they were hiding reminds me of a part in Mystic River, which I saw last week.
Right after that, it turned into a different woman telling me about how her father’s hand had been stung very badly in two places. She said something before this, but I’ve forgotten it. After she told me this, and I wrote it down, I realized there was a strong likelihood that she meant “stabbed” when she said stung. I saw the father’s hand in my dream, with a bandage pressed to it. Looking back, it was partially derived from a scene in E.R. last night, where one dude was pressing a bandage against his hand, because a patient had bitten him.
From there, I fell asleep again. When I woke up, I made notes about a dream wherein Fishfry had sent me a present of an enormous cup of coffee from Dunkin Donuts. The cup was glass, and probably would have held like 2 gallons of coffee. Completely weird and impractical. It had my name and a message on the front. I don’t remember what it said. When I received the cup, I was at my parents’ or my parents’ friends house. We had just eaten dinner. I was washing dishes. The mother of this family even wanted me to wash the disposable dishes, which didn’t make sense to me, but I did it anyway. In any event, when I received this enormous cup of coffee, it was empty. Because my mother had apparently drank the whole thing. I was very pissed off about this.
This next dream, I didn’t remember and write down until later, but it came sequentially after this one. I was still at this friends house. Only now I went to take a shower. And apparently, this girl I was all into in highschool had had the same idea. Instead of bathing separately, we just decided to join forces. She gets into the shower/tub first, with all her clothes on, only to discover that somehow poop or something is welling up from the drain in the shower. Like the toilet had flushed into the shower or something. I’m standing there naked, but I never got into the shower, cause I was all grossed out. Eventually, the poop goes away, and I get into the shower. I’m still naked. She’s not. She adjusts the shower-head somehow, and all of a sudden, it becomes a shower radio, and some Rolling Stones song comes on. I forget which one.
After that, I woke up, and wrote stuff down. From there, I had a vision, just before falling asleep again, that Erykah Badu had sent me a note, in a nice envelope, on nice stationery. It said:
Dear Winter,
Younger, your cold was a refreshing breeze…
But lately, I’m taking your place
It’s one of those typical dream messages, where it doesn’t quite add up.
After that, I had another vision, where I was somebody else, and I was in this fucked up prison. I’d been there a while, it seemed. A couple of guards passed by me, walking this boy who I recognized from around my old neighborhood. I was really happy to see him, but also upset he’d landed in here. It looked like he’d had the shit beaten out of him. We embraced and talked for a moment, before the guards lead him away, and slammed a giant orange door behind them. I could hear them whipping him after that.
After that, fell asleep again… I had a really long dream. In it, there was this national day of protest which had been organized against Bush and the war. I was on this hill in Baltimore, strategizing with some friends. They had toilet paper, and other stuff to cause mischief with, both large and small. One person had this weird device which shot out red lasers. I don’t know what the purpose of it was, but it seemed serious. For a lot of this dream, I was riding around on a dirtbike. For the parts where I wasn’t I was sort of floating. Almost like I was in the middle of a really long jump, where I just didn’t have to touch the ground at the end. (Like how they “fly” in Crouching Tiger.) This happens to me a lot in dreams. The motorcycle moved the same way, more or less. Except, since it had a motor, it would propel me much higher into the air. There was some point, where I was riding my dirtbike, and came across this homeless father and daughter. She was younger than me, and wore a red cap, and had a white and red jacket on. Very stylish, considering she was the daughter of a beggar. It was understood that I was to follow her immediately down into the subway. This was both for my benefit and hers. We were being chased by a mutual enemy, who was eventually revealed as “the cops.” So I’m racing down these underground passageways, following this girl. We never do get on the subway, but she knows secret tunnels. She takes me through them, and then unlocks this one door which pops us out in another part of the city. This isn’t really Baltimore anymore. More like NYC. We have to split up right away, because the cops found out where we were coming out. I create a diversion to let her get away, and then speed off on my bike. I never do see the cops chasing me, but I hear their loudspeakers. So, my bike is zooming me all around, on the ground, through traffic, up in the air, in between buildings, across rooftops, shit like that. Looking back, it reminds me a lot of footage from Spider Man, like what he sees while he’s flying around. I remember being way up in the air, seeing this fireworks factory building, and knowing that’s right next door to where I just moved. So I take my bike, and point it down there, knowing it will be a hard landing, but knowing I’ll be safe once I’m home. I end up clinging to the side of this big building. It actually has an Enron logo on it. This black dude I know is also clinging there next to me. I’m terrified, because its still pretty high up, and I think I’m gonna fall. He’s not. Seems like he’s done this before plenty of times. He’s yelling to another friend of ours down below us, about how if he thought escaping from regular cops was something, he should try escaping from “Marine Police,” and he kept yelling out that phrase in excitement, because he’d apparently done that before. After a few minutes clinging there, listening to that, I calmly say, “Uh hey guys, I know clinging to the side of this building is no big deal to you, but I’m completely terrified.” Right after that, the dream dissolved into wakefulness.
Another hypnagogic vision after that - of a family, in an airport at Christmas time, being re-united. Fell asleep again after that…
Had another dream where I went back to some of the areas in that motorcycle-chase dream, and showed a friend where everything had happened. It was one of those dreams, where you’re in the dream, saying, “This is where my dream happened,” and you’re saying that, but you’re not aware you’re still in a dream. Anyway, we climbed up this raised platform which snaked all the way through the city. It was for industrial trains. We walked along it for a while, until a train started coming towards us in the distance. We got scared, and tried to find a way down. The railings and metal staircases where we were were rusted and broken out though. So we just crouched off to the side as this enormous scary train rolled by. It stopped right in front of us. Several men were working on it, and we thought they’d see us for sure. But they didn’t. They were only intent on turning around the front car of the train, to push it back from where it had come.
I had one or two more mini dreams after that, but can’t recall them. In any event, it’s weird, considering how many times I woke up, and broke the sleep pattern by writing stuff down, that was one of the more restful nights of sleep I’ve had in a good long while.
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