My Old Handwritten Dream Diary

Dreams from the past.

Whilst rearranging my drawers of my bedstands, I found my old draconic-looking notebook. Inside I kept track of a few important dreams of mine from yonder, hand-written by a sloppy dark pen.

My most important dream ever was recorded here.

Dream Feburary 1, 2006. Grandma’s house overnight.

I was passing strange creatures in cloudy wodded areas. Then, I saw things along with a realisitic Grim Reaper, enter a labyrinth. I saw the top, and the reaper left.

I seemed to be wearing blue. I entered the pathway and watched myself walk to a doorway. I then had realizied that I was to decode the wall and get into the tomb to save the last of the humans. Then there was a time limit. It seemed like a game, to decode. I had to find clues in a book of altered Shakesphere plays. One was about a boy starting a choir. Then, Death was slowly coming to me in the maze. The dream skipped the opening of the door, and walked into the hallway into the ivy tomb. I saw images of people rejoicing and thanking the Lord and me for saving them.

Then, the time was up. I had done the mission, but then Death appeared. My name was not in the book of death and I answered, ‘Why have you come?’ He answered ‘Because I want to.’ Suddenly a scream was heard, and what seemed to be my dad with the people burst into the tomb.

Everywhere, blood and guts were splattered. There, the blood was my blood. I had died a needless gorey death. All that was left on an alter was a sipke of thing wood and the shredded red muscle meat of my body, piked in a quivering pile.

Death was on trial. The people had my remains on a funeraly pyre, and they were booing and crying out at the evil of Death. Death had wanted to kill me, and succedded. Death lied that he felt sorry for killing me. He then left the crying people, and suddenly Death was bound with wires. He yelled in fear, as if the Gods would punish him, but there was a thick fat vile man, creating more evil to Death’s bones. Then, Death made a vile, hearty echoing laugh of evil, and his laugh of triumph carried off as the scene rose up into the blue misty evening sky through a valley, at the sound of violins. Then I woke up at 4:15 AM.

I believe the terrifle thing showed my sacrifice for the good to live. But my sacrifice was in vain.

Well wans’t that delightful?

Now for I recorded the earliest dream I remembered. 1995?

I had created flower people and a pansy-flower girl looked like a holland dutch girl with shoes, bonnet and dress. She was a princess fairy, and she stumbled unto a bee’s nest in the maple tree by our driveway. Then she fell into a pit dug by Mr. Beetle of “Thumbelina”. He then sounded like a song we heard in our childhood about a Jamacian tax man. He was gambling at a table dishing out cards with the girl behind him tied up, and she was dressed in rags.

Another early dream from a stay up north, maybe less or a year more after that one.

Captain Hook was at the end of a multi-colored lane in the dining hall and kitchen up North. He was urging us to go on it and lead to him.

(Note: My grandma’s house was the only time we could watch Peter Pan.)

This one was much later. I think maybe 2005, 06.

Another dream was weird. A large, dark aviary took up the entire large family room up North. I went out of it, and it had budgies in it. I went into the kitchen to find a red carpetted hallway that was tall and went really way down. The cieling was high and I ran down it. I came across a room where there was an orchestra rehearsal in the yellow lighted room. My brother and sister were tumbling about further down the hallway in the distance.

As it’s written, “Still another”.

I was a white bat and I was trying to fly over a mini highway in the garden with the ice cream cones. Then, a person grabbed my ankle and tried to pull me back, but I won and went into the swamp to a lake. When the bat awoke, I was in a boat on the tall Wall at the end of our yard, still being hunted by the person.

This was the last dream entry of the book.

I hope you’ve enjoyed the little peek into my childhood subconcious. Early on my dreams were mostly set at my grandmothers….but from that last one, more and more till this very day it deals with my front and back yard, down the street left and right and the wonderland hidden in the Wall.

Godly Cartoon Smite. Dream 6-8-09.

Dream 6-8-09.

I was in my house. My family was too. I went into the driveway, hearing thunder in the distance. As I strolled about the front yard I realized that today, around the world, was the re-enactment of the plaques Moses did to Egypt! I headed inside and was frightened, for I always am when cosmic anomalies arise. My siblings and family throughout the house were in wonder and foreboding terror as the sun quickly set and darkness, like a blanket move in on the evening sky in one wave. All was dark save the moon, yellow, dripping.

I was chatting with Andi my friend, and she was reporting the same thing at her home. But it was on the news this was not related to the bible: there were aliens, going about incinerating. For in the distance in the sky and the loud sound of thunder and ominous loud things, it was a swarm of alien ships coming closer, and closer, dead on in our direction on my street. I typed ‘bye’ to Andi and prepared to make my family run, run, run while they can.

They did not listen, instead to hide in the basement and face this threat. I warned the house could be incinerated by the fire, but no, they did no move. I watched as the aliens busted through with space ships and warriors through the gate of our street the neighbors were bracing. One of them the commander had possessed a body of a man and was in our house, gloating in a distorted voice our deaths and agonies.

When he went into another room I ran outside. Deep into the backyard, through the trees on the left of our large yard, into the neighbor’s bushy undergrowth and climbed over the layers of walls. I new I had to reach safty, where ever it was. I remembered several dreams and I knew, just knew, there was a world beyond where I could escape.

I was the walls. Leaping up and unto I knew I had passed into the realm of the fantasy. I crawled through the layer maze of holes in the upper wall in the blue sky, encountering creatures and Mr. Nowhere man, pools of water, finally…

I had reached the department store! People demented and dressed elegantly, and I flew over them towards the next room to the right. There were terraces *all this was obviously indoor and enclosed* and people in normal clothing from the 1800’s.  I flew over them, smiling.

I soon came to another room festooned with light and a cartoon boardwalk of brick, floating in a the shallow water. There were plants and jungle stuff, and a room by the dividing wall. I went inside and saw satyr people, devils and Jesus having sex. I was suddenly put inside one of their heads in an orgy, fucking one another as a goat man. Soon I flew out of the head, and continued walking my journey past the twisted room of the sexual satyrs. People were walking by me, from all sorts of rooms. People, children, satyrs, the 18000’s people, cartoon creations, etc. But I felt watched.

Soon I encounterd a long counter top dividing me.  I leaped over and discovered on the other side of the countertop was chips and onion rings roasting in an oven. I was certainly so glad after having a gay sexual escapade fucking Jesus with Satan. For there to my front was a recreation of Mackinac island, this dimly lit swimming pool and fountain. As I waded in and out of the cold water to go towards the light around it, I felt watched.

Watched by a mix of Count Olaf, Dr. Who’s face and wearing a pink and white pinstripe vaudeville suit. He was on a porch looking above, and I left to the left.

There was a general store and restaurant, and looking out I saw the sky! I went to there, and there was a jungle! Green and lush! And lo and behold a tourist large viking boat boarding passengers. I however went closer to the light *realizing that the jungle would lead back to the swamp next to my yard, back to reality* and walks on the wooden floating plank dock and towards the edge. There I saw the source of true sunlight in all this enclosure: a bubble window overlooking the destroyed Detroit city of reality.

So I determined, I must live here to be safe from the outside world I went into the general store of the people and cartoons where, the Candy Man *as I called him* was there! He smiled and started to grab and chase me! I went through the fountain, over the countertop in his pursuit, through the brick boardwalk and thought I lost him admits the throngs of the Satyrs.  I thought.

I knew I must escape back into reality, for I would be endlessly pursued by the horny Candy Man. I went back to the large bubble window, towering over me. Tot he left were the wishing rooms.

One room was for the random wishes of treasure. Another for the random wishes of life-positions of power. And another, the random wishes to go home! so I went in, the Candy Man watching…I was granted and walked down underneath the tent…crawled…

And ended up under the stair case of a college. there I saw my sister, happy and alive at college!

But alas I felt compelled and took her along to show her around. There I back tracked, showed her the chips, the Mackinac Island water park, the general store and ended where I described the cartoon bricks of the Satyr room.

And then I saw the Candy Man standing there clutching his bamboo hooked cane.

And then, I had awoken. Loosing my fantasy world.

Fabio Lust. Dream 4-27-09.

Dream 4-27-09.

The early part of this dream is pretty vague. Apparently I’ve inherited four plots of houses that look almost exactly alike. Somehow Satan is involved, like I am his ward in these homes. I am constantly afraid he’ll demolish them while I’m in the city.

Then I see him, high above, tall and red with his horns and his face. He wishes to destroy the city, and I run, watching my mom hold my sister’s hand as if they were shopping and now running away. I run too, under the hot sun and the silver skyscrapers.

I turned back, only to see Satan smiling, and there, standing over me was Fabio himself, shirtless.

I felt an incredible pull to him, a pull of lust. He was smiling in all his cheesy-grin glory, closer and closer he stood against me, tempting me to touch and take and let him…

I had woken up. It was still very dark out, and since the dream was short I was sure it was late at night still.

But I moaned. I wasn’t fully awake, I could see his face but I wasn’t completely aware! I could see him touching me and I felt so, so aching for him. But I knew I was awake, I could hear and see my dark room  but I was writhing in my bed, the dream fading and so was my moaning outburst for him.

I could barely understand it. I thought I liked making fun of him but apparently he is just too romantic…and my dream confirmed I love him.

I settled back down to sleep…

The plots of land were still there I though, but as me and my sister traversed the dirt road in the country the bulldozers had destroyed the homes! We and to hide before Satan saw us, and so we ran down the road, with more trees, and quickly went across the street to a bird santurary. The lady put us in the bathroom, expecting us if we were to hide there to feed this rare leech.

I didn’t want that. So I ran, past the galleries and outside, looking to get away.

I met grandma, and so we made our way down the street and into a small town, looking for black slippers since my shoes were worn. We glanced at the small shops and homes at the street, nothing selling slippers…but there was a log cabin, as we passed deeper and deeper down the road with the trees and less homes, that I knew was a tea shop from another dream before.

And then we were in a dark age village, and there was an odd man who looked like Q from Star Trek, with an even weirder hat in his judge costume.

I did not like that.

We began to run, grandma even more frantic because she knew who he was! There were armored guards behind us running after us, gaining speed as we ran. By the time we reached the driveway of the bird sanctuary we were pinned to the dirt, hogtied and place on these large pieces of paper with a peculiar symbol, and they acted like a sled as we were dragged back struggling to the judge-man.

Back at the village he looked over us, checking my tied limbs. I felt incredibly vulnerable, his mouth in a peculiar and creepy grin. He had us tied to a post by the hut, and he sat a little ways away watching and plotting. I feared what he wanted to do.

Somehow I wriggled from the ropes and began to run again! I ran fast, past the sancutary with the gaurds, to the left, down the beech and up a mountain with large steps. When I got to the top, triumphantly, I hid in a bush and the guards passed. I made my down, and…tiredly…limped my way to the sanctuary. I was so very tired and fell, almost fainted, weak, at the driveway…

And could barely move as once again I was hog tied and being dragged back to the judge.

I woke up around then.

……

House: Awesome Show

House. My favorite show on TV now.

Besides Taxi and M*A*S*H* my favorite shows that are on are Hell’s Kitchen and…House. House is awesome. My kind of show.

I love the drama, the music, the characters working together…Dr. House…amazing.

It also has advanced lighting techniques and that sort of feeling that makes it crisp, blue and classy.

IMDB information on House, which the show is updated and you can watch on Hulu.

Bike Ridin’ Rows: A Dream

My room was fine, I stood and looked out the hallway.

There was a man. He was dark, short hair, in a large Victorian overcoat. His eyes glittered like rubies. He made his way, making cooing and hissing sounds to my room where I hid and closed the door. He said he was from the parrel-universe. I could see for myself.

I saw again the bathroom. It was normal. I went back to my room, knowing dad had come home and went to bed, smiling as he waved past me and went to his room.

I returned to the bathroom hearing nothing but the wind and darkness. I saw a gaping hole from where the window was; the entire wall was gone. The outside was a turmoil of a dark thunderstorm, my heart was pounding; the world looked like it had ended. The yard, and apartments behind the wall and everything was shattered and gray.

I had passed through into the bathroom and hopped down to the garden. I was in the parrel universe.

It seemed some time had passed, actually. Now it was sunny, the trees were overgrown and I was planting a garden. The world was a mess and so I had planted pumpkins and everything to sustain myself food.

Oddly I saw a mother and a baby deer prancing about. They asked me to join them, and I became a deer! I do not know how but I frolicked through the neighbor’s yard and in the pine trees with them.

It started to snow, and there was the abandoned house over there. I went inside, the whole place was a cozy three room home with sofas and red carpet and walls and a raccoon. Then I saw people outside, and shut the curtains, hoping to not be disturbed with my new deer family.

Somehow I was, for I turned into a human again and had to deal with the mob outside who wanted my food. I ordered them to till up their own yards and plant their food. They all left, carrying packets of seeds.

Again, much time seemed to pass. No longer was I standing in my white nightgown, I had a blue and black skin-tight suit! I decided to check up on my neighborhood *which is a dead end street and long but not too long, surrounded by woods in reality* and got on my matching motorbike and put on my helmet.

There was some deja vu again. In my dreams, my home street is filled with references to other dreams involving my suburb, including houses from another dream, actions, and seeming the street went on for a long, long time. In one dream there was a mansion and inside was the floors falling apart. That was in my dream too. And then one recent dream before that at the end of the road was deep in the woods, near a lake, with a building and an exit sign…it’s hard to describe.

And so on my motor bike I went down, down the road, looking at people’s yards in the sunlight as they plotted their own gardens. I winded and went down the gravel road, pleased at my speed and how fast and cool I was. Then I finally came to the dead end.

There people there, in similar motorbikes and suits and regular bicycles. I dismounted, and hitched myself and the bike on a traveling railway. It was basically, the ‘railway’, a long, curving, metal pole you attach yourself to in rotation which transports people, this metal pole-line, through the misty blueish woods to some building, which I was about to find out. The building had characteristics from that previous dream too.

I got on, whizzing past the forest to the building. Many people were there, mostly children and I entered up the concrete stairs.

There was a giant pool-ground play place. It was actually a Christian church of some sort, people were bathing and playing with their children. They believed they were safe from the outside world, with the preachers teaching and standing at the podiums where they stood. I watched, sneaking into the hotel for a moment and discovered there was a secret movie theatre. I came back out, hoping n one would catch me, and I saw my brother playing with some kids in the swimming pool. I was glad he was safe.

I left through the water park, being looked at like a non-believer and went on my way, to the deju again exit sign, past the winding stairs in the white concrete and people.

Alas, I thought I had parked my bike *somehow or another* outside the building and it was stolen. So I used a speedy, smaller, strange red tricycle. I was pedaling through and through a dreamy downtown, with small buildings, shops and boutiques and a glittery McDonalds arcade, gold and casino place down some of the roads. I peddled quiet fast through, with my odd steering capabilities as the sun set and the day grew gray and cloudy and almost into night.

Soon I had reached the new way to get to my street. There was a wall around and the only way through was to clamber through a breaking-down shack that had belonged to Freddy Krueger. An internet friend of mine and another random person were there with me as he clambered our way to the other side of the wreckage barely standing, that was wooden, warm, red and some green. I had the fear he would come out and attack me, but I made it through and pedaled my way down the road, the sun rising, and feeling happy as I neared home and looked at the gorgeous mansions and houses that in reality, don’t actually exist on my street.

*The End*