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[JRC]

I hardly remember my dreams ever, and the ones I do tend to be so freaky or horrible I wish I didn't.

One offputting (as opposed to freak-tacular) one I had in college was about going to a restuarant/bar with my family. Instead of getting the seat we'd reserved in this relatively posh places (lots of velvety drapes, dark room with chandleres and candels) we were told to sit in the sleazy bar area, small with a table full of ruffian bikers.
My family was my normal family, mom and pop, 2 sisters.
I was younger in the dream, about 10-12.

Indignant at our situation, I went to confront the maître d'. As I was going, my mother tried to stop me, embarrassed that I'd make a scene (very much like my family, "take what you're given" attitude). I recall looking back at her as she was dragging herself over/up from the floor in one of those overthetop horror movie silent screams.

As I reached the host and demanded the table we deserved he suddenly became Dabney Coleman and a grand Hollywood-style staircase appears (black marble, lights along each side) with him standing at the top. Colman is suddenly dressed in a tux, top hat, and cane.



(And here's where it gets WTFy . . . for the life of me I don't know where or why my brain generated this.)

Coleman dance-walks down the stairs, strikes a Gene Kelly-type pose at the last step and says/sings to me, "The jews have always been scapegoats through history" as if this somehow explains why we got a crappy table.

I demand back, "what the f*ck does that have to do with us?!" and wake myself up, at the exact second I spit in the dream--and wind up spitting across the room.

Why this makes some sense: my family really suffer from low self esteem and I can totally see them putting up w/ treatment like this. I suppose my "dreamself" could've been identifying with the persecution of the jews?
Why this makes no sense: My family isn't jewish. I know next to nothing about Dabney Coleman, but even then I assumed he wasn't jewish (according to the internet he's Anglican/Episcopalian). His statement makes no sense, its not a racist really, but its not a justification either. It just makes no sense, like if you were asked to pass the potatos and replied, I am wearing a blue sweater.

I had that dream over 13 years ago, but I still think about it and ponder where it came from.

[differently biotic]

last night...

I was standing in a forest clearing, it was dusk and I could feel the wet grass on my bare feet. I squished my toes in it. When I looked down I noticed I just had panties on. I looked around the clearing to make sure I was alone. I was but there was this party dress, candy apple red and strapless, draped across on old fashioned high back pink plush chair. It was a size 6 and thought no way this will fit me. I slipped it on and totally fit me. I was smoothing the shiny fabric down when I heard someone say from behind me “That’s mine!” I turned around to see this frail women standing there. She was all wet and her image flickered and black stuff was coming out from her mouth and eyes. She started to run at me and when she went to grab for me I grabbed her head, tore it off and dropped kicked it away from me. Then more people like her started to come for me. The trees around the clearing started to whip around and let loose robe like limbs to catch me. For some reason I new that if I was in the trees those flickering image wet people couldn’t get me. So I ran for the trees and grabbed one of the rope limbs and swung up onto a large tree limb and perched up there. But then I noticed not all the people running were the flickering wet people. Some were real people like me so I started to yell at them to come up to the trees. I was pulling someone up when their feet were caught by one of the flickering wet people and when they touched him he started to move in slow motion and look like he was drowning and the air around him looked liquidy. I was able to kick the faces of the wet people until they let go and pull him up to me. We stayed up there in the trees until dawn came. When the sun hit the wet people they would disappear and it seem to be safe to be on the ground. When we climbed down from the trees the grass was still wet but instead of being squishy and cold on my feet it was firm and warm. Me and this group of people that found rescue in the trees started to explore the forest we were in. We soon discovered that we were in a labyrinth. When the sun was out we were ok, but when dusk came we would have to make our nights in the trees. They were the only safe haven then. Then I woke up.

[sonofpatter]

The ghost of Ernest Hemingway appeared in my bedroom in the wee hours this morning. He did not wake me up. I was already awake because of the rooster next door.

My neighbors recently took some chickens and a rooster off the hands of an uncle who had gotten into trouble with the city. The rooster crows every morning from 5 to 5:45. The sound gets caught under the roof off my back porch and ricochets through my bedroom window.

Hemingway told me to “sack up” and kill the rooster.

[Jacki O.]

never listen to Hemingway

[andrew.j]

i had a dream last night.

i wanted to sleep next to plastic.

[Coward Crutch]

i had a dream last night.

i wanted to sleep next to plastic.

Is this Tor? if so, happy birthday

[weener]

It's Tor's little bro. I used to not be able to tell them apart, either.



Last night, I dreamed I drove my car really far from home to this really mountainous area with lots of winding roads and a big canyon in the middle, but it was also a suburb with lots of those subdivision houses everywhere. I was looking for the house of this one of my high school girlfriends, but didn't remember what street it was on, so I parked in this cul-de-sac and went to look for it on foot. I walked for a long time and got really exhausted, but couldn't find it, so I went back for my car and found out that it had been towed and I was in trouble for trespassing in this area. The people who had towed it left a post-it note on the ground informing me of this.

Luckily, this friend of mine was just pulling up in his car, and I asked him for a ride back to my house. He took me but we went to Home Depot first because he needed some lumber and construction paper (?).

My dreams suck.

[MikeyWretch]

Im day dreaming right now about not being here and like maybe sitting in a park drinking wine from a box with a couple cool folks and well yeah that would be sweet!