Dream Journal #12

I was not a character of this dream, only a third party observer...

There was a middle aged man and a woman in her twenties. They were both in a basement bedroom of what appeared to be a house. The floor and ceiling weren't furnished; there was a bed, lamp, and a small square of green carpet on the floor next to the bed. The room also had normal basement items, a washer and dryer, shelves with unused things, boxes on the floor.

It was evening and the middle aged man and the women in her twenties were lying on the bed over top the sheets. They were talking. He said...

"I'm so glad you're finally here."
"Yeah, me too."
"I never though this would happen."
"Why not?"
"You and I... aren't a common occurrence. Please don't leave."
"I won't. I want to be here."
Then they fell asleep.

When he woke up there was light coming through the small, ceiling level basement windows. It was morning. He was alone in the bed. It was cold and the blankets were on the floor leaving only a sheet covering him. Strangely there was a fine layer of dust covering the sheet. The middle aged man got out of bed and walked up the stairs to the first floor. The woman in her twenties was standing in the kitchen. When she saw him, she was completely shocked. He walked close to her and said...

"What's wrong?"
She smacked him.
"Bastard! Where have you been?!?!"
"What do you mean?! I was just sleeping down stairs."
"Sleeping down stairs?!?! I haven't seen you in over a year!!!"
"What are you talking about? Last night, you and I slept down stairs together. I just woke up and came up stairs to find you."
"That night was over a year ago! When I woke up you were gone and I haven't seen you until now."
"This is insane; we have to figure out what happened. How did I lose a year of my life?!"

Dream Journal #11

It was late at night. I was in a house unfamiliar to the waking me. I was in a small, narrow bathroom, sitting on the toilet. The lights inside the house were off but the street laps shown through the windows giving the bathroom a slight glow. To the right of the toilet was an open door to a bedroom. High up on the wall to the left of the toilet was a mirror. For no particular reason my face was painted up as a clown. While I was sitting there, I looked up at the mirror and saw the face of a clown. It was funny seeing my face as a clown so I made a goofy clown grin, only the face in the mirror did not change. I turned towards the door and standing there was a tall, overweight man dressed in a dirty tan one-piece utility suit, like the ones worn by those that work some crappy dirty job. His face was painted up like a clown, his hair was dirty and in disarray. I freaked out. I woke up but had dream paralysis, so I quickly slipped back into the dream, again sitting on the toilet in front of the evil clown. This time I began growling trying to scare him off… or wake myself up. A few seconds later I woke up, heart racing, and still growling.

Dream Journal #10

Four of us went to a fish-market / restaurant. It was like a restaurant with tables and chairs and waiters but instead of bringing you a cooked fish meal, they brought you packaged raw fish just like a grocery store where you pay for and take away. The room was two stories tall with many thin tall columns forming two rows from one end of the room to the other. The floor had black and white tiles making a checkered pattern. The tables were packed with people and because floor and walls were stone, the room sounded like an elementary school cafeteria. We sat down at one of the tables. It was me and my friend Matt, I forgot the other two people. We ordered our raw fish and a few minutes later the waiter brought out our packages of fish in brown paper bags. We sat talking for a minute and then a big guy came up to our table and picked up Matt's bag of fish. He teased him about the fish. I forget the teasing point, either the amount or the kind or something. Matt was pretty pissed but didn't say anything back. A crowed gathered around the table to listen. The guy finally stopped harassing but when he walked away he took Matt's fish with him. Matt stood up and followed him back to his table. When the guy turned around Matt got up in his face and without saying a word grabbed the bag out of his hand, and then shoved him hard into the table, knocking over three of his friend's sitting around the table. It was loud and created a big scene. Matt said some curses and the four of us walked out of the building. The guy and a few of his friends followed us out the front door. The entrance was up a big flight of steps with a 20 foot wide landing. The guy and his friends stayed at the door while we walked down the stairs to our car. As we were walking away I yelled back "Next time don't fuck with a guy who can dead lift 300 pounds!"

Go Alex with those timely crazy comebacks!

Moral of the story: don't ever get in between Matt and his fish.

Dream Journal #9

The beginning of the dream has been lost to day light, however the end is still clear as…

I was out somewhere, blurred visions of a middle-eastern bazaar or restaurant. I had to go to the bathroom which was on a different floor. The only way up was to use a utility elevator. When I got inside I noticed that there were only two buttons, one up and one down. Above was hanging a single light bulb which put out a weak yellow light. Written in black marker on the wall above the buttons were crazy rantings, like something you would see on the walls of an insane asylum. They mentioned something about a scary thing. The doors of the elevator closed and I hit the down button. The room around me vibrated and clanged. It seemed like it went one floor down, I assumed the basement. The doors opened to a dark hallway with many doors on either side, sort of like a school hallway. One of them was open and the light coming out of the room was the only source of light for the hallway. Something in the room moved towards the open doorway causing the hallway to go dim. It cast a human shaped shadow on the adjacent wall. I knew this was a bad place to be so I quickly hit the up button and the elevator doors closed. The room vibrated and clanged for a minute then the doors opened to a spacious room which looked like a European palace's lounge. High ceiling, dark wood, giant windows, red curtains, fire place, elegant couches. Above the fire place was a massive mahogany sculpture of curved, rounded, wood pieces lying across and over-top each other creating a deep, complex, tangled web. This had a bigger, mirrored sister sculpture in the center of the floor. In the far corner was a door to the bathroom and to get there I had to walk on the floor sculpture. It was hard to stay on the top wood pieces and not trip and fall into the lower web tangles. I stayed to the thicker beams. I got to the corner and opened the bathroom door. The room looked more like a British library than a bathroom. The floor was white tile but everything else was made from wood. The walls, stalls, sinks, etc. There was only one other person in there, he was in one of the stalls. I walked over to the far corner to pee in an old fashion toilet: a porcelain bowl with a wooden seat. When I was done I walked over to a wooden barrel filled with water to wash my hands. The water was dark and as I dipped my hands in it stirred up something from the bottom. Before it came to the surface, the other man came up behind me and asked me a question. I turned around and answer him. He had on wired rimed glasses and was dressed in a tweed coat. We talked for a few minutes about the wars around the world.

Then I woke up.