July 1 nightmare
I have been out of practice of recording dreams here, but I hope to get back into it again. This nightmare was particularly vivid.
I am in some kind of office building… it is… a TV studio or market research place. The entire place is a front for the mob or worse. I realize this place is a front, but I pretend not to know, with hopes that they will release me. They have drugged me. They have intended to brainwash me into doing some kind of task for them. They believe the drugs are successful but I’m still aware of what they are trying to get me to do. I pretend not to know, I pretend to go along with it. I have my jacket draped over my left arm and I’m shaking hands with people as I leave… telling them it was nice to meet them. I believe if I can just get away, out the front door and around the corner, I can run for help. I walk out the door and turn to my right, walking down the street. I want to run, but I don’t want to attract attention until I’m out of sight of the building. I see someone out of the corner of my eye walking the same direction. I realize I’m already being followed, so I try to casually change direction, trip them up… they can’t be obviously following me or the brainwashing won’t work. I’m not able to shake them… I make eye contact with them and they realize I know what’s going on. They don’t take me down, but continue to follow. Now I’m trying to run but I can’t… the drugs are affecting me too much… I can’t see clearly – everything is warped. I see people up ahead and I run for them… a cop directing traffic, some people walking across the street. I run towards them and begin to ask for help when they stop what they’re doing and come towards me.
They are in on it too.
I turn to the left, running up another block… the hill is steep and I have to claw my way up the pavement. I can feel the grit from the pavement digging in under my fingernails. I see up the street and around the corner there is a large group of people coming… a parade of some kind. These people are not in on it, but now I have police and firemen following me, observing me, waiting for the drugs to take full effect. I run towards the parade, the people in the parade are happy… celebrating… until they see me. I’m screaming for help, but they look horrified… the parade stops and they are trying to get away from me.
April 3, 5, 6
Notes from April 3:
*I’m in a dorm room – I have to change clothes. There are several people here, guys and girls, but as there is no other space to get changed I go ahead and change here in front of everyone. The people in the room aren’t really paying much attention, it seems like we must change in front of each other quite a lot. We are getting ready to go put on an educational show about the environment.
April 5:
*I’m going out to lunch with S, S’s brother, and another family member I can’t quite focus on. The four of us are waiting for a table at a restaurant… the wait is long so I wander off down the street to look at other shops in the area. I run into people I know from school and get to chatting, then I realize that a lot of time has passed and I forgot about the lunch with the family. I go back to the restaurant and see that the 3 of them are seated and already eating. S has ordered me a bowl of french onion soup, I see his brother has taken a couple of bites before I get to the table. I look at it and wonder if I should eat it at all, since S’s brother has been sick and I don’t want to catch whatever it is that he has.
April 6:
*I’m in some kind of living history village – it’s a temporary event that is in town for a short while. O’s class is here on a field trip, S and I run into them here and there, but they have to stay together as a class. Near the end of the trip I see the class leaving, loading up onto the bus. They are going back to the school and from there will get on the buses to go home. I need to get home before the bus arrives, S walks back to his car in one direction but I’ve parked further away. I’m trying to get to my car, but I’m getting lost in dark hallways trying to get out of the building where the event is being held. I run into people and I ask for a way out of here, but I can’t keep up with them as they walk towards the exits… I keep making wrong turns and getting lost again… I talk to another person and they direct me out, but I can’t make it. I’m concerned now, looking at the time… the bus should be arriving at our stop and I’m not there, and I’m not going to get there for at least 20 minutes.
March 26
I’m in a house with friends, it’s out of state from where I currently live. My friend has had too much to drink and I need to get him home. The driveway is circular… he drove a truck here and I drove a car. I pull my car around to the front of the house, it is attached to his truck by a long band of fabric, but attached to the back of his truck so that when I drive forward the truck would drag behind me in reverse. I’m explaining to my friend that we have to get to his house quickly, because if a cop sees us we’ll get pulled over, it’s illegal to tow a car in this manner.
As we drive out of the neighborhood I see a building in front of me, at the top of the hill where the street I’m on hits the main cross street. The building is gray and not well maintained, there is something (a sign?) broken and propped against the wall on one side. I know that we are near TS’s house and I think about stopping by to say hello, but I need to get moving because I’m already late and have a long way to drive. I’m not entirely sure how to get to where I need to be, but I see a sign for the freeway (I-84) and I head in that direction.
My car has now dissolved away from me, people on the freeway are not in cars, they are moving along by sitting (as if on a skateboard) and pushing with their hands to pick up speed. I’m pushing hard, trying to get a decent amount of speed going… and I come to a tunnel. The tunnel curves to the right, and is lined with photos, memorials… family members are pulling over to visit the memorials of the dead. I’m disturbed by the conversations I’m hearing as I pass through this area – this is a society that eats their dead… They are talking about it as if discussing recent sports scores in the news. There is a robot device trying to find my friend – our lives are in danger and we have to hide. I’ve turned down an alley and I’m ducking behind a dumpster.
March 25
I’m sitting in the passenger seat of a seaplane… it is coming in for a landing but it is coming in too fast… it hits the water and crashes into a dock… I see the land coming up to my window at a rapid pace. I’m in a middle-eastern country.
March 24
*I’m in a school auditorium with S, we are here to watch a play – though we are in a school, this is a professional production. AM is in it. We sit on bleachers looking down on the play, which is beind performed on the gym floor. It’s a musical, about a southern church (the kind where they speak in tongues) I’ve seen the dress rehearsal, however due to time they cut it short so the musical numbers and a couple of effects were not part of that show. We watch as the congregation is sitting in chairs all looking towards the preacher, who is standing with his back to us. He instructs the people to spread out more around the “church”. S is whispering now and again, and I lean towards him and ask him to be quiet… this isn’t like the other theater we go to, he’s not supposed to talk during this play. The group is starting the musical number and S gets in an altercation with some people sitting next to him. Some of them were talking, and someone else argued with them… S backs up the guy who was arguing and their voices are raised, then they calm back down and a few of the people get up and move. The guy was complaining that they kept switching seats and shifting around. The lights are dimmed and I hear noises, people are releasing snakes onto the floor. This is one of the “effects” they didn’t do during the dress rehearsal. I’m stunned that they are doing this… even if the players aren’t scared of snakes, did they not think about the audience? What if someone is phobic? What if there are kids in the crowd? They are going to start a panic! I’m no longer sitting on the bleachers, I’m on a futon and I’ve climbed up so that I’m on the back of the futon, above ground level to avoid the snakes. Someone is laughing at me for getting up out of the way.
The play moves to an auditorium next door… most everyone has left before we realize that we are supposed to move. S and I walk to a new set of bleachers, set perpendicular to where we were just seated. I’m a couple rows above S, hardly anyone around us. Someone sits just below me, a man with an unusually large head, mullet-ish hair, big teeth, big chin. He is part of the play. He puts his arm around me and I turn to him, saying “That’s not appropriate, we just met”. He leans in and tries to kiss the side of me (either my face or neck) I’m holding a pen in my right hand, so I swing my arm around and stab him in the neck with it… it doesn’t break the skin, but it hurts and he freezes. I lean very close, and quietly whisper “I don’t give a shit if you are in this play or not, I don’t care who you are… I will fuckin drop you if you so much as look at me sideways again.”
