Tag: dreams

Reoccurring Dream

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I have this reoccurring dream.

Maybe once a month. Maybe every other month.

I wouldn’t call it frequent. Often. Occasionally.

It is not always the same but always involves the same thing.

In the dream my fingers ache and I try stretching them. I find I can stretch all of my fingers but the thumb on my left hand. It is stuck in a thumbs up position, but so far arched back that it hurts.

In my dream I can’t bend it back. Like the knuckle needs to crack and just won’t so it is stuck. It’s painful because it is stretched so much. I eventually take my right hand and use to force my thumb to bend and everything is normal again except for my thumb being sore.

It remains sore when I wake up as well. I’m not sure if I’m acting out my dream, that it is so arched in my dream that in real life in my sleep it is arched.

And I have the memory of it being painful. If I focus on my thumb while I wake I remember how painful it felt while asleep.

Weird dream. And weirder that I’ve had every so often for a few years now. I always forget about it after a few days, and then recall having it when it happens again.

Time to forget again.

No Sun

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I love my dreams.  They are just bizarre, but all have a narrative of some sort.

So in my dream last night Sam and I were in my parents house.  We were staying in the basement and went upstairs when I saw that the sky was just dark.  It was the middle of the day and dark as night outside.

02202011AJCStepping out on the porch I could see stars and clouds and animals, just not the sun.  It was like a clear summer night outside.  I was freaking out because there was sun and it was the middle of the day.  Sam on the other hand didn’t see the big deal.  It was just something that happened, and she was sure the sun would be back tomorrow.

Just then I realized it was a school day, and I hadn’t cancelled work.  But at the same time, it was near noon and I hadn’t had an e-mail, text, or phone call about not being at school.  I kept trying to type ‘Cleveland.com’ into my phone to check school closings, but was unable to type Cleveland correctly. I seemed to recall in that the weather was supposed to be very cold (below zero) and that school should have been closed anyways, but I couldn’t remember closing the school.  After several unsuccessful attempts to type in Cleveland I woke up.

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When I woke I still thought I had forgotten to cancel school and needed.  It took a few minutes for me to completely come to my senses and realize it was all a dream.

Another Dream

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Space BoyI love my dreams. They are weird, vivid, and usually have a storyline that runs through them.

Sam says her dreams are never as coherent as mine. When I was in middle school I used to try and tell myself what I wanted to dream about as I was falling asleep. I do recall it worked sometimes. Just a random experiment.

So last night, I had this dream that I was an astronaut on the first mission to the moon. Not NASA – Neil Armstrong mission to the moon, but something different. We were in a big, huge, massive auditorium. Pack with people, press and all the equipment for the mission to the moon. We were launching from right there on stage.

Everything in the dream was modern too. This wasn’t a 1960’s dream, it was modern day.

In the auditorium the lights were down. The rest of the crew and I were laughing and talking with all the fans and press about how great this was. There were four of us going on this mission. We were treating it lightly even though everyone kept saying how historic it was. As lift off was closing in, we all went our separate ways to get prepared. I kept looking for my spacesuit and couldn’t find it. The rest of the crew were all dressed up in their clear bubble headed spacesuits and ready for lift off. I was the only one not prepared.

I ran around the dressing room searching for my spacesuit. I tore clothes off racks, ripped through drawers that were way to small to fit the suit, and was screaming at the top of my lungs. Someone told me it could be in the coat rack and I ran to the back of the auditorium, a spot light following me the whole way, but my suit wasn’t there. I eventually accepted that the mission had to go one without me. That everyone else was ready, I was preventing launch and had to just give up, which I did.

I didn’t watch the launch. I went back to my dressing room and collapsed on the bed in there arms splayed out to my sides exhausted. All I was saying was “Someone hide it” while really thinking I just wasn’t ready for it. Didn’t prepare for launch the right way. Everyone else was ready way before me and I took it too lightly. That’s why I wasn’t on the launch. It was my fault.

Someone came in to fight me. Really. This was part of my dream. Someone came in the dressing room wanting to fight me. One of the launch crew on the ground said “You really don’t want to fight with him right now. He’s pretty mad,” and I was. I was mad and angry and blaming myself for not being on the something as historic as the first mission to the moon.

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And that’s how I woke up. Not sure how, why, or where this dream came from but there it is. A solid tale of randomness and fiction that my brain created to entertain me last night.

Labor Day gives me weird dreams

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batmanSo I spent my Labor Day weekend getting outside each day, and also including some lazy time each day.  So I think it qualifies as a success.

Sam and I went picnicking and played chess, saw a Robin William’s Triple Feature at the drive-in (although we left a little into the third movie…  after Jumanji and Hook…. Patch Adams couldn’t hold my attention enough to keep us awake), slept in and played some video games before running around doing a little shopping, and getting to the park to see the Blue Angels and the Cleveland Air Show.

However…. most interesting was the dreams I had last night.  There were three…. all were superhero related.  However I only remember details of the first two.

In the first I am Batman.  Or some Batman like character (which makes sense…. Sam and I played a lot of Lego Batman 2 lately.  Its a game we could both play and pass back and forth to each other.  Also this weekend I picked up Batman Arkham Origins).  In it there was some gas released by the Joker, and the only way I escaped was by diving through this lake and coming up in the Batcave.  But the Batcave was actually my parents’ house.  I got in there and locked all the doors and went to sleep.  When I woke up (or at least when it was morning) I went to check the doors and the first one I looked at was open.  But I didn’t think anything was wrong because the screen door was still closed and locked.  I assume I, or someone else not around had opened it, not the Joker.  After looking through the house though I realized that every door and window in the house was open, just had the screens down, and that it must have been the Joker.  I hid in a large closet, but then heard a rustling behind me.

Then I woke up.

So yeah…. Batman dream.

The second one I was Hawkeye, or Spiderman or some sort of normal superhero.  The dream started without me in it, which is weird.  I can’t recall ever having a dream that I wasn’t part of the whole time.  Anyways it starts with some female spy sneaking into Bruce Banner’s house to steal his secrets.  But she is stuck on some locked floor.  I come out of nowhere and break open a door or wall or something and we grab a disk drive and hide under the couch.  Literally that was the whole plan….. we grab the disk drive and hide under the couch.  Solid dream spy stuff.  What happens next is that someone sits on the couch.  Someone huge.  The couch is squishing us.  From the voices we know its not Bruce Banner, but his mom.  She looks under the couch (and its all weird to be looking out from under the couch), and tells us to just leave.  We leave scared for our lives, but when we exit the house I see its my grandparents house in White Hall, NY.  We are running scared for our lives that the Hulk is going to kill us down the street for my car.  When get there I can see my car being towed away by a tow truck.  A cop is still there and we ask him for help, or a ride to my car, or a hotel or something.  He laughs and says, “Are you kidding?  This is Whitehall.  I’m not giving a stranger a ride.”.  As he’s saying this I can see the grocery store across the street on fire and people looting it.

And the dream ends there.

Bizarre superhero dreams.  I kind of like it.  Nice way to end a long weekend.

The first week of school….

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Hey I.....The first week of school is a long one…. and usually only has three days with students there.  So it’s good that today is Friday.

However this week has been full of bizarre dreams.

Last night I had a dream that Pat wanted to go to Germany.  And we were at an airport (my titanium set off a metal detector).  I got through scanners and caught with Pat only to tell him that I didn’t actually buy a ticket, and wasn’t going to Germany with him like he had hoped.  I”m pretty sure I had never said I was going, Pat just assumed that if he was going to Germany I would be too.  Pat, Sam and I then drank at an airport bar for a long while.  And this was a real airport, not some Portland, Maine Jetport (that thing is tiny).

Not sure what made it so strange.  It could have been the part where we were short 1 penny of our bar tab, and we had to jump in the dumpster behind the airport and search through the trash to find a penny.  It could have been that Pat was able to pick up the giant dumpster with one hand.  Or that despite being a huge airport no one was there but Pat, Sam, the bartender and myself.

Whatever.  It was a dream.  Pretty good one.  Seems like the shenanigans Pat and I get into on occasion.  Sam didn’t seem to mind.  That’s what makes her awesome.

I had a dream…

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IV Lego

Of New York City.  How strange is that?

And it wasn’t last night.  Last night was this big gap of nothingness.  No dreams, nothing to recall.

But a few nights ago I dreamt of New York City.  Of meeting friends at club there.  A club in some warehouse area that I walked to.  But had a skateboard.  And the people there weren’t really friends, but more old classmates.  Seriously, Matt Thompson, we didn’t hang out in high school.  I’m sure you’re a daper guy, but I haven’t thought about you since we graduated.  Maybe even before that.  But at this club, Matt Thompson, Chris Rabideau (have no idea how to spell his last name without a yearbook), Jen Olden, and some other person I recognized but couldn’t recall their name (maybe someone named Katie or Jamie…. Jamie Glen-something… I don’t know).  All in this club doing whatever people do in clubs.  I’m not sure about that either.  There wasn’t music.  It was dark and there was a bar and weird flashy lights.  And a coatroom.  I remember the coatroom very well.  Cause I checked in my skateboard.  That makes it a club right?

So yeah…. my friends from back when… Colin, Shane, Yousey, Kevin, and Reg.  You ditched me in my dreams.  You bastards.