Mega Dreammovie from Jan. 19, 2005

I find this interesting that this is about 5yrs ago and the storm hasn't come. This is a full dream that didn't stop, it just kept coming, blurring from one scene to another, it was so interactive I could feel the storm, the panic, smell the fear. I had enough sense to write this down as soon as I could, so I could remember as much of it as I could. Five years later, I can still remember the dear in vivid details because the colors were amazing.

THE DREAM:

It started as any other day, at work. We were getting into an animated discussion when I noticed that the day had suddenly gotten very dark.

me: when did it get so dark?

The atrium was dark like night but there was a bright red sun peaking behind clouds over by the window. I walked towards the window. Then the windows became large floor to ceiling doors and opened into a large stone terrace with a magnificent view of the city stretched out before us.

me: that isn't a good thing when the sky turns dark like this 
someone's voice(I didn't recognize): but there's sun coming out!
me: no, not like that, in that color that's a bad sign of a bad storm coming

And as I said this, I started walking out to the terrace, as it opened out into a vast view of the city, and we stood watching as multiple tornadoes touched down all over the city causing multiple explosions. Plumes of dark clouds marched across the city with inexorable inevitability. It was disaster movie destruction.

I stood unable to move as the system moved closer to where I stood, I followed it as it jumped over the building and I found myself leaning over the parapet about to plunge down. Then as I ran back into the building, thinking about my family, I noticed a girl still slack-jawed standing on the edge. I screamed at her to come inside before she finally crawled back in.

Scene change:
I'm in a large airy atrium building with restaurants and shops. I'm standing in front of an escalator wondering how I got there and how I could get back to the office when I saw my boss, but she didn't see me. Instead she ran into the arms of her husband and held him close in stark relief. I knew this was still part of the same dream because the crowd was filled with an uneasy urgency.

I went into an elevator only to get lost because there wasn't a 2nd floor. And each floor had 2 floors, for instance there was a 4th floor promenade and a 4th floor mezzanine, etc. So I got out and went outside the building.

I was downtown but I couldn't remember where I was supposed to be, only that I had to get to the lakefront because that was where my office was.

Then I realized I had no cell phone nor my wallet and I worried about my family and hoping they were safe for if something happened to me I'd have no identifying articles on me.

Sirens were going off and the streets were clearing of people. I found myself entering the revolving door of a church on State Street where there were lines of people entering for safety. Only as I spun in the revolving doors, I realized I would be trapped inside if this was the only exit, so I stayed in the revolving door until it took me back out and walked away.

I was walking around in a fog, uncertain of where I was and where I was supposed to go. But I kept heading for the lakefront. Then I found myself in a darkened, rain-slick back alley called the 'bomber's alley', there were a few figures in the shadows, so I skipped over a railing and walked through a parking lot, only to see the lot was full of old cars, like Dick Tracy cars, '40s vintage and there was an attendant but he was dressed like 1940s too. Suite and tie, formal almost.

me: i'm looking for two white buildings that face each other by the lakefront.
man: yeah, i know what you're talking about it's right over there, through that alley, two pale colored buildings yeah

Then he walked me between two buildings and as we stepped out beneath an arch there was a massive dirigible docked not in front of the lake but at the other bank of the river! My first reaction was there was a massive alien invasion for it was a place I'd never seen before. I was expecting the lakefront, not a river.
Instead of the two tall white towers facing each other in the middle of building plaza, surrounded by parking lots, (which was my idea of where I was working), I saw a large pinkish building that looked like a sailor's cap. I looked at all the buildings and I knew I wasn't home anymore.

The buildings were all wrong. They were beautiful, articulated with airy hi-tech flying buttresses that escaped the laws of physics. They were all flash, nothing utilitarian about their designs, large loops, whorlish towers, light airy aluminum-like structures that a single breath could knock down. There was a huge gala going on, people in evening gowns and tuxedos were walking a red carpet, it looked like a museum.

I cried and collapsed into the arms of this guy, who felt sorry for me and started asking questions about where I lived, who should he call. But I kept crying about my family, babbling how I had wanted to be away from them, but now I regret what I wished for, because I got what I wished, but now I would never see them again. I was incoherent and breathless, I was crying so hard, I couldn't breath.

Then the guy took me back to the parking lot where there were fistfights going on for money. So he signed up to fight so we could have some money to eat. They were fighting in a weird style and I kept
yelling at him "scientific method! scientific method!" showing him my kickboxing moves. He would have won if the other guy hadn't cheated and hit him on the back of his head. Which only pissed me off and I stepped up, gave the other guy a right jab and a left cross which floored him and I got us paid.

The people talked with a very clipped and precise cadence that was different from how I talked. Similar to how they used to talk in the old black and white movies. So when I hit the guy I said: Now next time we do this, it'll be double down on the money and I'm gonna kick your motherfucking ass! As if you'd understand anything I just said!

Then I stepped up to the guy who's supposed to hold the bets, with my hand out, only he carefully counted out steel nails of various sizes into my palm.

Me: nails are the current currency?!

And everyone just looked at me like - yeah.

Then I saw this couple, very victorian and strict looking and I instinctly knew this was my landlord and they were like my family in this life. The guy who was helping me was named Edmund Montcrief!

Then I walked away to a whole new life and I knew that sooner or later, I would forget who I was and the life I had led.

What I got out of it was that change was going to happen and I was either going to be prepared for it or it would change me without my permission or my control. I have to be careful of what I ask for or it would be given to me with complete disregard of what I wanted but perhaps for what I needed.

I'm so unbelievably tired, it's like I went somewhere else last night. Personally, if there really are parallel universes, I've already seen one of mine.

Jan 22, 2010: 3 Dreams

In my dream movies, especially when I am actually interacting in the dream, I am a complete persona. I know the back story, there is no exposition, the dream starts in medias res.


First Dream:

So the first time I enter the dream, I am living in a world where everyone is reincarnated. In this world, we are born and live based on a specific purpose and meaning in that specific life. And you also know when you are close to finishing your purpose so you know that your time is short and you know you will be dying soon and can make the necessary arrangement.

But there is no fear with the impending death, because we all know we will be back. It’s a matter of doing what we are supposed to do in this one life. This is what keeps that universe running. Sometimes your whole life is just lived to say the right thing to the right person at the right time. But its important in the grand scheme of the universe. We accept our roles and live our lives.

So I enter the dream knowing that I am close to accomplishing what I am supposed to do in this lifetime. It’s not some big cancer cure that I’m supposed to invent. The life that I am preparing to leave behind, was just a normal everyday life, but when I die this time, I know that I have to be careful. For in that time while I am dead, my soul is in jeopardy.

I’ve been bothered by demons who want to take my soul when I die, because my next life, whatever it is I’m supposed to be doing, is going to be hugely important; life changing, universe rearranging. So these demons want to take my soul so that they have control over my manifest destiny in my next life. I know they are there because in this universe, demons take on material manifestations and I know they are watching my every move and listening to everything I say.

I am going to die very soon, like in the next day or two. When I die, my soul will not have the memories of my past life. And I can’t just leave myself a message or a note or anything that will lead the demons to find my soul when I die. But I am trying to find a way to leave my soul in something tangible that I will have in my next life. Once I am reborn, I will have the memories of my past lives with me and will be able to guard my soul. But my soul will be a complete innocent.

I do have the power, right before I take my final breath, to be able to send my soul somewhere. That’s what you do in this universe. They might expect a piece of jewelry, a trophy, something like that, something that had personal meaning to a person, to be the vessel for your soul.

I had just decided to send my soul to inhabit my shoes, because demons would never think to check the shoes. Who would ever think of something as mundane as a pair of old worn out sneakers? But my dream self is thinking of something that is important to me and only me. And I know that this is definitely coming from my real self, after all, I am Traveling Feet.

I am about to make that decision when I suddenly feel my shoulders being grabbed and someone is trying to keep me from moving forward. I feel human hands on my shoulders, trying to hold me, because I have a feeling the demons don’t want to wait until I die and hide my soul. So one of them is trying to take my soul from me.

They will pull me back in towards them to steal my soul. I feel the hands, I struggle against it, I am able to grab their right hand with my right hand and I am trying to pry their fingers off me.

Do you know what sleep paralysis is? When we REM sleep as adults, a part of our brain causes our bodies to paralyze so that we don’t sleepwalk. But when it is time to wake up, sometimes the brain wakes up faster than the paralysis can adjust us to start moving again. I suffer from sleep paralysis. It’s an immediate spike in fear and panic, to be so constricted, waking and unable to move.

That’s what happened this morning, I woke up w/the sensation that my arms were still being held and I couldn’t move. Usually that sort of thing has me shaking in fear, but once I realized that it is just a brain glitch, part of some primordial instinct we human possess, I’m able to quickly calm myself and recover.

So the dream ended with demons trying to take over my soul and I woke up, checked myself, I wasn’t falling out of bed, there were no fingers on my shoulders and I won’t let anyone take my soul. I say a quick prayer just to make sure.

Then I fall back asleep, after I have recovered movement and I flip around in bed, rearranging my pillows just the way I want it.

I don’t know if the next dream is a continuation of the last dream, because instead of being interactive, I’m watching a movie.


Second Dream:
It takes place in the future. I know it is in the future, because there are groups of people who actually monitor a timeline. There are messages in the stream that are coded and cataloged for historical purposes. Each life stream is archived for posterity. It is a log of everything we have ever communicated, texted, emailed, said on a phone conversation. I'm sure this is directly from being on twitter so long last night.

Well, this story is about a man who loves his wife, but in the current time “now” he hasn’t met her yet. But she is obviously a genius because she has some how gotten a direct message from her “future” self sent to her husband in the “now” time line.

The group has seen it and the man is part of this group of scientists. So although they don’t know this woman, they know him and must get the message to him. If this woman can dip into the life stream project (LSP) and just send a message, she’s important too.

The message is:

“In the future, two weeks from now, I will be killed. You have to find me now and tell me. I need you to save my life. In your time frame, I will be in Guernica in two days time, I will be in the plaza at the bakery. Please come find me, it’s very important you save my life.”

I know the message because in my dream, it flashes across the screen in big floating letters. It is urgent. So this man has to find this woman he doesn’t know, who doesn’t know him and convince her to believe him that he is there to save her life because she will be his wife in the future. It sound kind of cool.

My dream shifts before I can see anything else, it’s as if someone changed the channel. So I don’t know how it ended. I’m assuming it’s a good movie, if you see this in a movie anytime soon, it’s just coincidence. If you see this movie say in 5yrs time and my name isn’t on it, we all know where they got it, can you spell P-L-A-G-I-A-R-I-S-M? Same thing for the first dream.



Third Dream:

This is a post apocalyptic story. We have no technology, the earth is barren of life and there is only a few of us still living. Unfortunately, it is the last dream and I was already starting to wake up so the dream is very vague. But I do remember that it is a couple who are walking this road, I don’t remember their names, they had great names too!

But along their travels they meet up with Hope and Destiny who join their journey. Hope is a guy who, where ever they go, sprinkles seeds so the plants can take root and start rebuilding. It’s a very uplifting story, I just wish I could remember it.

Well, that’s the dreams I had last night. This blog is called “Short Stories from Dreams Half-Remembered” after all.

Hope you enjoyed.

A Midnight Poem to an Obtuse Muse

I scribble love letters, sealed but unsent

And kept far from your saltwater eyes.

I whisper sweet  prayers to be borne by the stars

As the night hides unspoken alibis.

Like heartfelt notes in a sea tossed bottle,

I send my love to you.

Proclaim it like old poets forgotten

With faint hope they’ll ever get through.

Our paths will not cross, we won’t ever meet.

Fate cannot be that cruel.

To allow me to gaze in stark adoration

While your eyes cloud with ridicule.

Jan 5, 2010

                Me

My toes, my ankles,

My feet is where they meet.

My knees, my shins

It’s where my walk begins.

My hips, my thighs,

It’s worth a million sighs.

My shoulders, my chest,

It’s where I sing my best.

My neck, my head,

Where all my thoughts imbed.

                               

              Daily Plight

The flush of a morning rush, the blood that fills my head.

The scour of a thousand hours, the thoughts that lie unsaid.

The drive to always strive, for a better way to live.

The state that one must wait, to learn how to forgive.

The slight of an empty night, the curse of a song unwound.

The missing of a daily kissing, before that one true love is found.

Add this to myself be true,

So love and joy my life imbue.