Dreams: Hiding with a little critter

I have been having long dreams lately. In dream-time, they last hours and hours, and in a few it actually gets dark and time passes, which I don’t recall happening before. The other day it was like groups of people joined together to protect themselves from the others, and they’d taken over portions of my elementary/middle school. I kept getting knife cuts from them, one under my eye, and passed through various parts of these buildings that were all interconnected

The next day the dream was that I had this pet that was apparently a mammal from all its fur, but it wasn’t an earth animal. Maybe it was supposed to be, but it wasn’t anything I’d ever heard of before. It reminded me of a small dog/squirrel/puffer fish. It had eyes like puffer fish anyway. It was tannish deep blonde, and had legs meant for leaping, maybe like a kangaroo but it was very close to the ground.

There were all these doors in our apartment, it was like my great-grandmother’s home. But there were doors that had old fashioned keyholes and the people in the apartment adjacent to ours—there were about seven people living there—would peek in. We began to unlock the doors and move into the areas in between the apartments—absurd amounts of space.

Tuesday night, the dream I had was an entire episode of Star Trek the next generation. I’m not entirely sure what happened, but there was a green mist that was clinging to the ship and was all that was displayed when Picard said “on screen!”

Wednesday, there was another war, this time it was centered around my mom and aunt’s houses. People were throwing broken glass, shrapnel, firecrackers, aiming roman candles at each other, etc. My elder cousin stayed up after the nightly truce was called, and played the piano. It was kids, but like… high school kids who really wanted to cause injury. Kids that creep me out hardcore.

Dream: Wheelchair and a taxi

I awoke at 6:15. That’s a decent time. I went to the bathroom and stared at the bathmat and decided I could lay down on it and rest for 5-10 minutes. I even set my alarm.

I then began to dream. I called a cab, and the driver person who answered sounded a bit like a pirate. He said he’d be there in 20 minutes, so I hopped in the shower. I kept thinking that the cab driver was going to call me back or something, but I didn’t hear the phone ring. After my shower, I left the bathroom, and found myself at WalMart. The ninja was there, wearing a blue vest and pointed out the cab driver. He said the dude was pissed about me not being out there ten minutes ago.

At this point I realized I was in an office chair because I couldn’t feel my legs. I pushed myself down the aisles with my hands, thinking somewhere in the back of my mind that my arms must have been really long. I caught up to the cab driver, who was wearing an eye-patch, and who didn’t look amused, filling up his basket with cans of tuna. He said it was too late and he wasn’t going to give me a ride.

I was rather saddened, because I was all the way at WalMart, and that’s a long way to walk to work. I pushed myself down the aisle back to Dr. Ninja but I woke up. My legs were draped over the bathtub and that cut off the circulation. I still couldn’t really feel them. It was 7:45, and I stared up at the underside of the sink and wondered how I thought it was a good idea to sleep on the bathroom floor.

Dream: Levitating cushions

I went to see this teacher who had come from overseas to teach. He had these orange-tan cushion like things that looked like the seats from kitchen chairs. They vibrated and people were standing on them for a few minutes, feeling the vibrations, and then they would levitate about a foot or so above it.

The teacher had mapped the surface of the cushion, so you could put your hands in places and your hands would levitate, so I tried it. My hands flew up above my head, and I thought it was great.

Dream: Destruction, stress, and violence.

The ninja and I were at this library. I was reading something and he went to look for another book, but he returned with this girl—she seemed rather real, and her face had high detail—named Florence. She seemed to think he’d done something horrible by being around me, as if he’d betrayed someone else, someone holy to Florence.

I felt like I had to somehow impress her so that she wouldn’t think horribly of me, not to please me, but for the ninja so they would leave us alone. Eventually she left, and I went walking about the library. I ran into Dr. Ventre, and we had this weird conversation. He said I hadn’t sent in 239 dollars for something—and I said I needed to talk to Dr. Matherne about getting into the MFA program. He seemed somehow disappointed and not really listening, repeating himself. I had a few moments like “what the hell is he talking about?” but the dream kept me from seeing the illogical.

Then we went to the parking lot. The ninja’s bumper was on the ground. This was the first sign. The ninja picked up his windshield, with a big ol hole in the middle, cracks spider-webbing across the whole thing, and set it back on the front of his vehicle. The back window was also busted and bent, and the doors were wrenched and dented, ripped and wrecked. It was horrible, because what was the Ninja going to do now?

Well, we tried to drive back, but we ended up on i-75 downstate, and it was hard to really see the road.

And then I found the person who had wrecked the ninja’s car. It was this guy, this strange, not really alive looking person who acted more like a robot than anything, but I became incredibly violent and returned the favor to his body. I am not sure if he died or not.

Then, I woke up and was incredibly glad that it had just been a dream. It was a convincing coherent sort of thing, but when I went back to sleep, I was back on the defense.

I was at my aunt’s, and I got two calls on my cell phone about packages that my aunt needed to pay 5 dollars and 15 dollars respectively to receive. As far as I knew, she hadn’t ordered these things, but I was kinda pissed that people were sending her things and insisting that she needed to pay to receive them.

Some guy came to drop one off—he looked like a Michael McDonald/Kenny Rogers/Silver Fox hybrid, and he had this white Tracker looking vehicle. I rather wanted him to leave, but he came up and I told him no one was there, even though they were all in the garage. He didn’t seem to believe me and got confrontational and in my face. I hate that shit.

Anyway, I got him to leave, he was pulling out of the driveway, and my cousins came out of the garage, really loud and I was like GET IN THE GARAGE because I knew the guy was going to come after us sooner or later. Then I went into the garage with everyone and tried to get the phone numbers for my aunt to call.

My phone asked me for my birthdate, which I thought was weird, and the message started to play but the phone-voice started to repeat what other people were saying around me. I was like “HEY! Quiet down!” and the phone said “HEY! Is not a valid command.” I went to the front porch because my older cousin was being extremely loud and complaining about the noise. She went with me, and I started to write down the numbers.

I woke up then because, well my alarm went off. Bloody hell.

Strange, stress-inducing dreams.