Psych Ward

I had this dream last night that I was in a Psychiatric Hospital.  A locked down facility.

I started in one ward that was extremely reminiscent of the house I grew up in.  Same backyard, same garage, same everything.  My little sister Mim was in there with me.  We were not happy that we were there, and for some reason it seems like it was forced upon me, not my choice and I had no say.  We waited until everyone was supposed to head inside from the outdoor area and then bolted through the back garage door and out the front of the garage.  Once outside we started talking about what was going to happen now.

I decided I was going down to the maximum security facility down the road to figure out what was going on.  Mim decided to run the other direction.  I run down the street I grew up on and come to another house that is bigger, higher security facility.  There are a whole slew of people there, and some  familiar faces too.  It turns out that some of the people I work with are actually security guards and facility members at both places.  They’re trying to keep me from entering this psychiatric ward.  I threaten to hurt one the guards if she touches me and run past the door into the facility.

Once past the door the whole facility is just an outdoor lot.  Its heavily wooded and fenced in.  I start to sprint around the outer edges of the facility, I see a swing set, a tree house type thing, and some other normal backyard items.  People are all over the place but just sort of walking around like drugged up zombies.  I eventually make it to the far back of the lot and jump the fence.  I walk down this small hill and see a giant stadium set up.  Banners read 2011 Olympics.  The whole place is empty.  Olympic pools, a track, thousands and thousands of empty stadium seats.  Not a soul in sight.  I eventually see a man far in the distance just entering the stadium.  He looks like an ant because he is so far away.

I run back up the hill.  All of the drugged up people are leaning up against the fence looking at me.  I jump back over the fence and head to the far back left corner.  Here there are hanging sheets of fabric blocking the view just past the fence.  I hop over and through some of the sheets (I hear someone scream NO just as I do).  It opens up to another arena.  This one is a hockey rink.  Down on the ice is a table with four men at it, they are getting ready to film a sports talk show.  Everyone is coming in from the far end of the stadium.  I start heading to wear the people come in, everyone who enters gets a shirt that is sealed in a clear plastic bag.  I eventually get handed my own shirt that I just hang onto and don’t put on or even open.

A second table with four men seated at it is set up just at the bottom of the seating area.  These are the local sport talk people doing their show before the national sports talk show goes on.  I’m about to take a seat when a rather rotund man grabs me.  He tells me I’m perfect and need to sit next to this thing he created.  Some piece of art or fashion or something.  I don’t know what it is because he has it covered with a sheet.  Next to it is a chair that he wants me to sit in.  Its right in the aisle where people walk.  Despite knowing that is where he wants me to sit, and having problem sitting there, we walk by his art masterpiece and down the aisle.  He says I might need a different color shirt (referring to the shirt I’m carrying in the clear plastic).  We walk through an archway and past some people checking tickets and letting everyone in.  I can see further outside the stadium now.  Its still my neighborhood I grew up in.  I see a restroom and say “Oh good, I’ve got to use the bathroom.”  The guy next to me says “No you don’t, I do.” and goes in and locks the door.  I walk back into the stadium aisle and past a Man|Woman Restroom sign but decide that’s for people with children and I shouldn’t use it.  I keep walking and then…. I wake.

Messed up dream.

Hostage

I had a really weird dream last night.  I fell asleep watching Batman (the Tim Burton Michael Keaton one), so that might explain some of it somehow.

I am locked up in a one person hospital room.  There is a man hooked up into to a whole bunch of machines in there with me.  If he’s not in a coma he’s definitely hurt bad or unresponsive.  That wasn’t my doing though.  I seem to think one of two things, or both at different points in the dream.  He’s either a) a person that killed my parents, or b) he is my father.  I remember both of those from during my dream, but it was always the same person in the hospital bed.

Two security men show up outside of the door.  I don’t remember knocking them out, but I do remember opening the door and taking their guns and extra clips.  I go back inside the room, lock the door behind me, and start doing some research on a laptop computer in the room.  The tv in the room is showing a news station, the story was about some crime in the same city I am in, but it doesn’t seem to be related to me, or the man in the hospital bed.

Eventually police arrive outside the door.  They don’t announce themselves, but I know they are there.  I open the door and walk right up to two of them and take their guns out of their holsters along with extra clips, and take a third gun off of an unconcious officer on the ground.  Its weird because the hallway is filled with police officers (or swat or some sort of law agency) but no one is stopping me.  No one is even moving.  Its not that they are frozen, I remember actually looking into the eyes of one of the officers as took his gun, his eyes were following me, but he didn’t move at all.  I head back into the room and lock the door.

Inside the room I decide to look at the man again.  He’s definitely not awake.  At this point I don’t even care about him, like I barely know who he is.  I sit down and decide to reload all of the guns.  They don’t fire bullets.  All of the clips are actually rolls of quarters.  Its not as they are toy guns, but they’re meant to stun as opposed to kill apparently.  As I fiddle with them I come to realize I have not idea how to reload them, so I decide to look it up on the internet (still have my laptop).  It was fairly easy to find the information, the guns all had the serial IP 804A on them (weird that I remember that, google IP 804A now and top listing is a site for office chairs).  The guns can apparently fire all sort of things, wads of paper, buckshot, quarters, marbles, bullets, and more.  I stick with loading in the quarters.

At this  point the tv is showing an image of the hospital I’m in, but it is on mute and I can’t tell what it is saying.  I look to the door and see something coming in under the door.  It was a giant tray of food.  I hadn’t asked for food, I haven’t even talked to the police yet, but there it is.  There is a note, but I have no real recollection of what it says.  Under the note is a newspaper though.  I pick it up and it is a Catholic paper all about how suicide, murder, and hostage taking is wrong.  Its not a pamphlet though, it is a series of articles written by different reporters.  I find myself strangely fascinated by it, and read for a while (I don’t find myself agreeing with it, or laughing at it, or even having an opinion about it… just that I enjoyed reading it).  Now I can hear some of the officers outside the door.  They seem to be in good spirits and someone is laughing.  I don’t seem to be swayed by this at all.  I’m not angry, not upset, not happy either.  I just am in this situation.

And then I wake….

Distraught

I had this dream last night where I was a horrible person.  Like sadistic, cruel and just plain mean.  I woke up and was distraught.  I managed to get back to sleep, but had dreams about how bothered the I was by the previous dream. By the time 6 am rolled around I had forgot the specifics of said dream, but I do remember it bothered me, and that’s kind of strange.

VP

I had a dream I was President Obama’s Vice President.  He had just been reelected, except it was a giant inauguration like when he first got elected.  While we are sitting in front of the Capitol Building the First Lady is rushed off stage and down a tunnel.  A few seconds later Obama decides he should go too, and I stay to see what’s going on.

Everyone is either ducking behind a small stone wall or running away.  I don’t hear any gunshots but it seems like people are hiding from a sniper.  I’m looking around but can see anything.  I start crawling around behind some small siderails and all sorts of politicians are screaming and hiding.  I see Secret Service men running by in a large group.  They see me crouched down behind a wall and I hear one say “There’s the VP.  What a joke.  I wonder why he was chosen to be Vice President.”

I took that moment to think about it myself.  Was it for the youth vote?  I didn’t know.  I thought, in my dream, that like most jobs in the world, I wasn’t bad at it.  I actually was stepping up to the responsibility I was going to have as Vice President.  I wouldn’t be a bad Vice President, I’d be good at it.  At the same time I wondered if everyone thought that, and wondered why I was really picked.  Despite being ready and knowing I’d be good at it, I felt inadequate and like I was a joke.

St. Patrick’s in August

I had this weird dream that I was celebrating St. Patrick’s Day.  It occured in two locations.

The dream started with me in a crowded bar.  The bar had wooden boothes, was multi-level and crowded.  The only person at the time with me was Matt.  I went to go look for people, and Matt went to do shots with the table next to us.  They weren’t normal shots though.  They were some sort of alcoholic cheese shots (doesn’t sound good now, but looked good in my dream).  Anyways they lined up for shots for Matt and he started chewing his way threw the shots.

I went looking for other people outside on this trail, and joined this group of people looking at a frog.  The frog was largely immobile but got around by sticking to larger animals with its tongue.  I followed the group to a pond under a bridge where an instructor told us all about the frog.  Then the instructor led us inside of a school where he handed us each road flares.  He gave me a lit flare and told me to go in the closet so I could see what it looked like in the dark.  The closet had two doors, and despite me opening a window started filling up with smoke.  People on the the otherside of the second door started asking if I was smoking in there.

I got annoyed, left and went back to the bar.  There I found Pat and Jen Lafleur (a girl I went to high school with).  Both were heading to the bathroom, and I headed to the bar.  I asked for a Guinness, and Pat came up behind me.  I remember having to pay for my drink before she poured it (it was two bucks for a Guinness, good deal).  I told Pat to order while the bartender (a woman) was there.  Pat didn’t want Guinness, he wanted some drink that started with an A, Alkazam or something of the sort.  He paid for his drink and she got him his glass and started to walk away.  I caught her and reminded her I hadn’t had my Guinness yet.  She laughed and pulled out this gallon pitcher and filled it half way.  I started saying “Holy shit Pat, all this for $2.”  To celebrate we did shots (regular shots, Jameson I believe).  We then headed back to our area (where the dream started).

On the walk back I passed Alan Hutchinson, and remember thinking he looked good and was doing well, but didn’t talk to him.  I don’t even think he recognized me.  When we got back Dan was lined up to do cheese shots.  We all laughed as he was doing his shots (at this point our group consisted of Matt, Pat, Dan, Jen Lafleur, Derek and myself).  Weird that Jen was in with a group of my college friends.

And then I woke.  The strangest part of this dream is that I swear I was half awake for the whole thing.  It was after I had woken up at 2 am, and was laying in bed with my eyes closed, but heard the AC, heard the ferret scrambling in her cage, heard everything going on in the bedroom the whole time of the dream.  It was definitely strange, but I also think that’s what allowed me to remember most of the dream.

Watches

It always amuses me how one little thing you see can make you recall your dreams. This morning I went to grab my wristwatch (I’ve been alternating between my wristwatch and my pocket watch lately) and my dream came rushing back to me, or at least part of my dream.

The part I remember is looking down at my wrist and seeing that my watch was on upside down (or backwards). The 12 was facing my body instead of away from my body. I took it off, oriented it the right way, and put it back on, only to find it on backwards again. No matter how many times I took it off to fix it, the watch was always backwards.

That’s it. That’s all I remember. But like I said, very cool that one thing brings a dream back into focus.