I dreamt I was in Handley, my elementary and middle school. It was different though, simply because there were people from college there. I was a tutor or something and there was a big wall featuring all the tutors. I had a picture on it that was small but it was like a candid shot, and I remember thinking that I didn’t look half bad in the picture. My hair was longer, and straight, and rather nice. That’s usually a sign in dreams that I am dreaming, by the way, my hair is usually different. I remember thinking that my hair had grown rather fast, and I was glad.

Anyway, there was a girl I was hanging out with, another tutor, and she was carrying me on her back for a little while. Then I saw someone down the hall that I knew, so I waved, and then I realized it was Greg. I kept looking down that same hall and saw Richard himself but still with his longer hair. He was wearing a hairnet/shower cap for some reason, but it only covered the top of his head. Greg walked by while I was still on the girl’s back, but I hopped down because we were getting in line to the cafeteria. I was standing in line and the lady who worked there when I was there was still there taking money. I was so used to just going “free lunch” but this time I dug a dollar out of my pocket. I think we had to pay extra for milk or something, which was silly because that didn’t happen, at least I don’t think it did.

I got a chicken sandwich, and the guy working behind the counter was one of the new people that are working at Starbucks, but he had loads of sandwiches, a lot of which had red onion piled on them, which I thought the ninja might like, but I asked for a slice of provolone and some mayo. I also got tater tots for some reason, which is weird because I don’t even like them. There were also other round breaded things that ended up just being some more tater tots. I wanted to get a salad but the salad was all white lettuce and really tough. They only had thousand island dressing which somehow wasn’t that good. It was kinda ketchupy. Plus the little spoons were caked with salad toppings like fake bacon bits and stale croutons. I looked around because I wasn’t sure if I could just sit anywhere or if I had to sit at a certain table.

I decided to sit at a table with a kid who seemed to have long hair at first. He said “Come sit with me,” and then his hair was short, and I recognized him. He doesn’t seem to have an “outer world” correspondence. A bigger sort of girl with short blonde hair plunked herself next to me and grabbed the half eaten chicken sandwich from my tray, looking it over like it was some good eats, and I said “Well, I –was- going to eat it but now since you’ve put your fingers on it, you might as well keep it.” It was quite uncomfortable to sit on the bench. I was kind of half sliding beneath it the entire time I was attempting to sit upon it, and I don’t remember anything more about the whole thing.

Dream: In which I am a bad ass.

I moved in and out of being this man who was leading a group of men in this small town. At first it seemed kind of like the old west, but that might be just because of how small the town was. I was young at first, like a teenaged boy. I remember going through parts of walls to get from room to room, crawling through ducts, and hiding from everyone else, like my mom and my sister, who I heard but never saw. I remember taking a drill and hollowing out a baseball bat as if I was going to either put something in it. This upset my mother for some reason. I think it made her nervous and she wondered what I was going to do with it. I remember thinking the broken pieces of an infant's skull would fit inside of it if I wanted to plug it back up.

Later, I cut part of the top of someone's skull off, with a saw, but it seemed to be electric or something because I didn't seem to have to use my arm much. I cut my thumb and my hand very shallowly, but I was a little surprised that it hurt. My fingers were thicker and my hands were bigger. I was wearing a thick silver ring, and the first time I looked it was plain, but the second time there were etchings in its surface. The man whose skull I was cutting was proud that I was the one doing it because apparently I was known as a vicious creature. He remained alive even though part of his brain and skull were missing, and he seemed like he wanted to please me. He was probably forty or fifty something, was missing teeth, had sparse, grey hair and didn't seem to be very mentally 'there'. I went back over his skull later in the dream as if to even it up. Apparently I had increased my skills.

We killed a great many people, but it seemed to unravel because it all came to a point where we seemed to be at war with the rest of the town. There was a woman in a wedding gown, and someone accidentally shot her and looked sad about it, but he wasn't her groom. He might have just known her. I don't think I was in the man during this part because I wasn't actively doing anything, I was just watching what was happening, or maybe he was just watching without actually being there, because he had a mental conversation with himself that consisted of feelings of everything going wrong and falling apart, rage, and that he and his men would kill everyone.

Dream: A beautiful otherworld

There was a very fantastically colored world at night, populated by peoples in very elaborate garb that seemed to cause the air to sparkle around them in colors that matched the hues they wore, mostly deep violet, emerald and midnight blue (which is nothing like the actual sky at midnight, so it’s dumb to be called that, but what can I do?). There were also black sparkly lights, though I don’t know how I could even describe it.

These peoples seemed to shift gender whenever they wished, and I was there along with my absent companion, but we were either threatened by these things or just uneasy because we had no way to communicate with them. It was suspiciously silent there, and our footsteps and voices seemed incredibly loud. Everything else, from the stone courtyard we were in, to the people themselves, seemed to be more made of ethereal color than actual matter. It was beautiful and quite lovely, but very creepy and simply weird at the same time.

The color reminded me of another dream in which everything began as black and white and then became bluish, which eventually added green. I could control the entrance of other colors into my vision. I don’t recall where I was walking, but I was rushed by someone else, so they didn’t see the wheels of a toy thing take on yellow and then burst into orange before slipping back to a barely reddish blue-grey.

Dreams like this don’t help me understand why people insist (especially my mother) that everyone dreams in black in white. I remember which dreams I have had that were in black and white very well—one of them being this man turning my cousin into a pair of mittens and unraveling her.

Dream: A racetrack and the X-files

There was one where I was riding in a car with my mom, I think, and there was this stretch of road where there was no speed limit but the road was kind of shaped like a weird figure eight without really crossing itself. I don’t know how it could have been that way, but that’s how it seemed. There were these huge buildings with different machinery like they belonged to a farmer and I was wandering through them. It seems like my mother was there, but I never saw her. It was more as if she was a piece of my consciousness talking in my head or something. Wow, would that be hellish if I couldn’t turn it off.

Somehow it either became another dream or I just started to have another dream where there was David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson as well as these two other people and I think there were two others or perhaps the other people played both parts somehow. It was like they were pulling stunts on people in general, and the people, a man and a woman went along with what they were told. The people who were in charge were arguing because the man had come up with a stunt to pull and the woman was disagreeing, though she had already started setting up a bank robbery. It was as if they made the bank for the stunt, and while I was watching them—like a camera that wasn’t a part of the action I noticed how the walls were painted. They were different blocks that looked like bricks straight from some creepy place but it wasn’t all finished yet. There was also fire painted on the wall but it hadn’t been finished yet.

Then the X-file people were supposed to be playing aliens in this bank robbery somehow but they weren’t sure about how they were supposed to act, so they went to the two people who were supposed to be performing the bank robbery and I could hear my mom go oh no, because the X-file people were giving away the perfection of the lady’s plan. Then the planner people came in the room and the woman sat down in a chair and pulled the man on her lap, bouncing him a little. She said “he’s so small, it’s like choking a train!” He had his hands up straight out like a zombie and she pushed his right one down with hers going “vrooooooooom.”

There were other ones right away before I was even asleep where I was other people or watching other people somehow but they had some sort of meaning to me while I remembered them.