What does it mean when your dream consists on trying to get a baby elephant onto a train to go to work with you?
In the dream it seemed like I spent an hour or two trying to keep the elephant hidden and get it on a train. It was a cantankerous elephant, and every time I tried to get it to move it went the other direction. I think it charged at me at one point.
Weird and Bizarre.
I can fall asleep anywhere. It’s impressive when you think about it.
I’ve fallen asleep in church (not that impressive).
In a moving car (some people can’t).
Standing Up.
When someone is talking to me (again, not that impressive).
Immersed in back and forth conversation with someone.
Mid-sentence. (that one surprises even me)
While getting a haircut (that was yesterday).
While getting stitches in my chin (that one surprised the doctor putting the stitches in, it was a first for him).
I even have those quick dreams that make quasi sense, building off of what I was just doing. I had a dream once while I was laying on the floor talking a friend. I just sort of stopped talking (fell asleep mid-sentence) and had the “walking off a cliff dream” where I was walking and then shook myself awake because in my dream the floor was yanked out from under me and I started falling.
Its not narcolepsy. I’m just that awesome when it comes to sleeping.
It started in the car with Pat driving to a concert in Kent.
I told him about a really good taco place right around the corner while we were at a red light
Pat’s car was a really old beater. He said watch this and stalled it on purpose. I didn’t think it would start again but then he turned on the windshield wipers and it started (after not starting before). He said it had something to do with the wipers being directly hooked up to the battery. It was his uncles car and he had messed with it a lot.
We drove past the taco place to the concert hall. Inside we met Sean and Al (maybe Al, maybe Dan, maybe Andy… kept changing). I was going to buy tickets for Pat and I (since Pat drove) but then Sean went to buy tickets, stepping in front of me. I was about to protest but Pat said “let him buy tickets, he’s the one who makes lots of money.” But he only bought three. Apparently he forgot about Al/Dan/Andy.
When he turned back to buy another ticket the guy at the ticket window said alright one for the other show. Sean said no, the same show we were going to, and he said “I’m sorry we have to support local musicians and therefore this ticket is for the other show.” Sean got a little mad and said no, we needed four tickets for this show, he didn’t care about the other band.
The guy in the ticket window eventually caved but told us that they got to take a bigger percentage of our money because we were going to the big show and not the local band. While they were arguing I was flipping through the play bill which came with our tickets.
Inside there was seating all around and an open space up front. Sean and Al/Dan/Andy went up a few rows and sat but Pat insisted that we sit towards the back. Some lady leaned between us and said man these seats are small.
There were people performing some sort of short movie up front on stage as a pre band thingie. They were acting out the movie being shown behind him (like rocky horror picture). It was the music video of the band we were going to see. Something about tearing down the walls. When it got to the crescendo a lot of people in the audience got up and tried to rip down the walls. It was similar to a movie theater where there was flowing fabric over the walls and they were tearing it down. I’ll admit there was a lot “white trashy” looking people in the audience doing this.
Pat, Sean, Al/Dan/Andy and myself weren’t participating. The whole thing ended when some lady thought it would be a good idea to toss her one year old up on the wall hoping he would grab some fabric and yank it down. Instead it landed upside down on its head and she looked embarrassed. The kid was ok though.
The next show that went on included three kids (I say kids as in elementary school kids). One (girl) was sitting at a table. The other was setting the table and the third was walking around in the background, showing his ass crack, and displaying a horrible wet bottom that looked like he had crapped himself and it was seeping through his pants. While this was being acted out the movie of it was playing in the background too.
And then I woke up. Messed up.
I’ve always had bizarre dreams. I do pretty good remember them.
In the last few weeks they’ve been up and down in strangeness. But my favorite recently has had to do with Star Wars. Specifically Empire Strikes Back.
I had a dream that I wasn’t in Empire Strikes Back, but rather was in the filming of the movie Empire Strikes Back. I don’t think I was Han, Luke, Leila or any of them main characters. Rather, for some reason, the director had decided the most exciting part of Star Wars (A New Hope) was the prison jailbreak scene, and that Empire Strikes Back had to emulate that.
I remember standing behind some bars in a make shift jail cell with strange aliens next to me. I had to try and break the bars to escape. I managed to pick the lock with some help and then ran out of the door. Then the director yelled cut. He liked it, but wasn’t sure his movie would get made because…
In the room next to us another version of Empire Strikes Back was being filmed. This was almost ide
ntical to ours, still focused on a jail break. In my place as the main character was someone I worked with. She was absolutely positive their movie would be the one that made it into the theaters.
The movie company wanted two versions filmed simultatneously and would pick the best one to go in the theaters.
I never did get to find out which one made it into the theater. The dream ended with me talking with my co-worker about how they got the whole story of Star Wars wrong and the film should be some epic science fictionmovie, like it was in real life.
I had a weird dream that I was taking a photography class. It was bizarre enough that I took a picture of an actor and someone woman (whom I was friends with but can’t picture) and my instructor didn’t like pictures and sent me back to take more. The initial shot was taken in japanese restaurant, but the man wasn’t available for more shots.
Instead I changed to a fountain in a park. There a woman (again, no clue who she was, although this time around she kind of reminds me of Tami from college) modeled for me in front of the fountain. I took many shots, figuring the more the better. I even kept taking shots when a swim class showed up.
It was a bunch of four and five years olds along with several instructors all swimming in the fountain. All of a sudden they all got excited and swam towards the middle. They did a roll call and realized that they were missing two boys. I then figured out that I had taken pictures of the kidnappers taking the boys.
The police showed up and found a secret passage down the middle of the fountain. I went over and told them that I had a shot of the kidnapper, but couldn’t pull it up. The camera that I was using had been used by multiple people in class and had thousands of pictures on it. I sat there for a long time trying to figure out how to mass delete pictures but the dimming sun kept me from seeing the camera correctly.
It was just bizarre.
So to follow up from my dream about the tiger.
In it, prior to the the tiger, I was here at my parent’s house, where I am now. There were some rats that were rabid, or zombie rats or something, and they were only in the basement, which is where I was staying with Angelo (Angelo came home with me for Christmas).
I went downstairs to look for him. Angelo came walking out from around a corner with another cat. It wasn’t DC (the last cat my parents had) or Fumbles (a cat they had a few years ago) or Oscar (my cat that died earlier this year), but it was a cat that seemed familiar to me. Angelo even got along with him as if they had lived together for years (which is weird, even though Oscar and Angelo lived together for years, they were never the type to follow each other around unless it was food time).
Anyways, they came around the corner, walking at first, and then running up the stairs behind me. This was also strange, because in the couple days we’ve been here Angelo has never ventured upstairs by himself. He’ll stare up from the bottom, but not walk up himself. And these aren’t the first set of steps he’s seen. Back in Buffalo he lived two years in an apartment where he had to go upstairs to use the litter box.
Back in the dream I was surprised to see this gnarly, old, patched-fur cat come strolling out. It looked bigger than a cat, but definitely a cat. It laid on its back and you could see missing patches of fur and scars where it looked like it had gotten in a fight. As I went closer to the cat it got bigger and bigger. Eventually it wasn’t a cat. I was close enough to touch it when I realized it was a bengal tiger. I slowly backed away but it flipped over on its feet and crouched low. As I turn to run up the stairs it leaps at me.
And that’s where I woke up thrashing. When I stood up out of bed I almost jumped back on the bed thinking there would be zombie rats (or rabid rats) on the floor.
Bizarre. First really vivid dream I’ve had in a while.
