I’ve always been fascinated by dreams. My own and other people’s. If you have a fun, weird or scary dream you’d like to share, please comment.
I dreamed that our next door neighbors were having a construction party to build a windmill in their backyard. Dozens of their guests started coming over the wall and invading our yard. Adults were milling about and at least 20 kids were sitting in rows on the ground. I went out and told them to leave. As they were doing so I noticed that a couple of dogs had jumped the wall and I called to our dog, Rocky, to come in. He didn’t listen (no big surprise, he didn’t listen in real life when he was alive, either) so I went out again and he ran off around the side of the house. I cornered him near a weird side door that doesn’t actually exist and screamed for Steve to let us in. Then the dream flipped and we were in a giant motel room that had a deep desert valley running through it. Steve and some girl Jennifer (one of the guests from the next door neighbor’s group) were way ahead and there were people on horseback behind me who kept screaming, “Jennifer, don’t ride Big Red! Stay off Big Red!” I could see that there was a horse up there with Steve and Jennifer so I started screaming it, too, since I was closer and hoped maybe she would hear me. I somehow caught up with them and Steve was taking photographs of Jennifer. I waited at a little table until I realized I had to start work and told Steve we had to go. He ran out the door and I yelled I need help gathering all my stuff. I couldn’t figure out why my mini camera bag was there on a shelf. It had a book inside it and four onions stacked on top. The whole thing was ruined because the onions were rotting.
I dreamed last night that I was with my husband, Steve, his mom and his sister in a big modern house with concrete walls and balconies. A severe storm was brewing. Everything was grey: the sky, the house, our moods. Earlier in the day I had heard a news report that there were multiple sightings of an airborne creature in the vicinity, but I hadn’t believed it. I stepped out onto the balcony, watching the storm clouds roll in. Then I noticed a face in the sky drawing closer. It was a grey dragon-head kite with yellow eyes and a skinny-whiskery mustache that flapped in the wind. By the time I called Steve, his mom and sister onto the balcony to share my discovery, the kite had fallen to the ground.
I dreamed last night that I was at work and we were playing a game. There was this big, heavy glass container shaped like a squashed hourglass. In each side of the container were two types of biscuits (one in each side.) The object of the game was to shake and shift the container so that one biscuit from each side would travel through the little skinny tunnel in the middle to the other side of the container. If you got one biscuit from each side to move to the other side you could eat the biscuits you moved. Nobody could do it. When it was my turn, I was determined to figure it out. Not because I was feeling particularly competitive, but because I really wanted those biscuits. They were really super yummy, I could tell. Well, I got one biscuit to move to the other side, but then had a problem with the second one, just like everyone else. Examining the thing, I could see that because of the way the biscuits were positioned, there just wasn’t room for the other biscuit to fit once it traveled through the tube in the middle, so I announced that the trick was to shake and shimmy the whole thing to make the biscuits go to the bottom and create room for the second biscuit. I tried it, but then realized that there was a napkin or something over the hourglass. When I removed it, I wasn’t holding the hourglass any more. I was holding a Tupperware container and it had teriyaki stuff in it. We were all freaked out because nobody had moved and it was impossible that someone had switched objects. Unless there was some sort of magic involved. Then I realized I was naked from the waist down and started stealthily trying to put on my pants (because what dream is complete without the part where you realize you’re naked at work, right?)
I had a dream that I was rehearsing something with a group of about ten people. A fight instructor was teaching us how to use swords. Not rapiers, big heavy, sharp, real swords. I did it wrong and cut two of my fingers. The instructor told me to leave the group and bandage my fingers. Before I left, I looked across the circle of people and Anita held up her hand and showed me that she had cut two of her fingers, too. I felt a little less stupid after that. Thanks, Anita!
Note: I posted this dream on social networking and got this response from Anita:
I did just cut 2 fingers! That wasn’t a dream -You are psychic! It wasn’t a blade it was a kitchen tool called a mandolin & it really hurt!
I dreamed last night that Steven Next Door and I were standing in the kitchen of our house (a weird dream house) and there were five full grown praying mantises lined up along the long skinny back door knob. I suggested Steve get his video camera and he left. The mantises began to move apart then. One was trying to get into the refrigerator. Another walked into the living room and I followed. Steve rejoined me and we noticed one on the sofa. On the back of the sofa was a “decorative throw”: two enormous bats with dog heads whose wings had been painted red, white and blue. Some sort of hideous taxidermy thing, I had always assumed. Then one of the dog heads stretched down and ate the praying mantis. I was horrified that they were actually alive. Steve said that he couldn’t feed them until it was peach season. He was quite nonchalant about the whole starving dog-bat situation. I felt awful for them and wondered what kind of weirdo I married.
I dreamed that I decided to get rid of a bunch of boxes of Christmas stuff that have been cluttering up a closet. I had to be sneaky about it because Steven Next Door would not approve. So, I loaded up my car and drove the stuff to this outdoor consignment (or something) place and placed the boxes on wooden shelves that were set up on a street corner in a very crowded, cramped version of downtown Las Vegas. The guy running the place was busy talking to a cop, so I decided “screw it, I don’t need a receipt” (or whatever he was going to give me) and I knew I had to get to work, so I just left the stuff there. However, I had apparently illegally parked and my car had been towed by the cop talking to the guy. In my car’s place was the cop’s car which was unmarked and exactly like my old champagne colored Ford Taurus. So, being pressed for time, I got in and drove off. (Because stealing cop cars is such a normal thing for me to do.) If I got caught, I planned to tell them I was confused because my old car was exactly like this, until I realized that I haven’t had my Taurus in a long time and they might wonder how anyone could be THAT confused. But, I told myself that Steve would back me up and explain to them that I’m an airhead, so it should work out. Then I noticed that the cop had left a little clipboard on the dashboard and I started to worry more. In addition, the road I was following got me lost and I knew I wouldn’t make it to work within the hour anyway. I wanted to call Steve to give me directions, so I pulled into a strip mall parking lot and there was a group of cops having lunch at a little picnic table. I rolled down my window and called out to them to confess that I had taken the car and one of them, a woman I used to work with named Tere, came running over with her gun drawn screaming and I woke up. **Here’s the kicker: When I logged on to my social networking site the next day, there was a friend request from Tere waiting for me. My little psychic thing was at it again.**