Dreamlog 10.19.07
I’ve started this new serious of posts where I’ll keep records of my dreams. I’m fairly convinced that this will not be useful at all but it will be fun.
Time – Approximately 7:30am to 8:30am
Sleep – Short nap after waking up at 5am and not being able to go back to sleep.
Place – My House
Dream starts of with a trip to the beach with some friends. Water sparkles across the horizon as far as the eye can see as the sounds children and parents playing colors the air. A group of friends and I are having fun until I notice one of my guy friends (in reality my best friend from high school) is acting like he’s flirting with me.
Freaked out and appalled I try to get away. But the more I try to get away, the more he struggles to touch me or grab me. I call for my friends to help me get away and we all book it.
Our running away causes him to get very upset so he attaches a long rope/contraption around my waist, it’s hooked to a big construction machine pulley that starts to pull me towards his direction. I’m struggling with all my might to resist.
At this point I’ve realize I’m dreaming and I’m not about to be accosted in my own dream.
My friends throw me a cutting tool but it’s doing no good. Instead I use my ‘dream awareness’ and decide that I can do whatever I want. I decide there is no rope. And thus, I escape.
Furious, my friend starts sending hordes of super heroes, monsters and celebrities after me. I’m not sure where they’re coming from but they’re coming by the hundreds and they’re scary. Like something out of the Matrix, I battle them all, conjuring up fireballs, and disintegrating my attackers one by one into bursts of light. Since, I’m now aware, I decide that this dream is
pretty fucking awesome!
At this point one of the dream attackers walks up to me screaming,
“If you don’t stop fighting back, you’ll wake up blind!”
I simply smile to myself knowingly and fry him with a fireball.
Somewhere in there was Alec Baldwin dressed like a G.I. Joe with tattoos.
The final scene is in a clothing shop. A girl cuts the line at the store, which makes me mad. I tell her something to the effect of “Don’t do that it’s rude, apologize.”
She mouths off. I interrupt her, staring her down coldly, “Listen. You don’t know who I am.” I say remembering how I just annihilated an army of super powered humans. Then, a person who I’ll assume was my dream girlfriend stands beside me and smiles slyly, “Listen to him, honey.” The rude girl, realizing her mistake, quiets down and walks to the back of the line.
Anyone care to help me guess what it could mean?
