dream saturation

I remember dreaming about telling somebody about my dream. That kind of dream is sort of a rip-off. Dream saturation i guess.

Other dream:

Mike, me, Cathy, Scott, ?Hank, and one other man in Scott’s SUV. Something vaguely about a vacation we’re going on. Normally i sit shotgun but i’m in the back seat. Cathy is by the left door, i’m next to her, ?Hank is next to me and some other rather large dude is by the other door which leaves Mike to ride shotgun. He’s got the seat pushed as far back as he can and laid back as flat as it can get so he’s practically in the back seat. I ask him if he wants to trade places with me because i’d forgotten how much he doesn’t like to ride in front. He and the guy behind him trade spots and it’s much better. We go to a gas station/grocery store place. We’re stopping to get something to eat but i don’t know what i want. Cathy picks up some package (looks like easter egg dye kit) that’s supposed to be a beverage you mix up from powder that makes a really good tasting green meal replacement drink. I’ve never heard of it but decide to try it since Cathy recommended it. There’s a line of people, including my friends, in the checkout line. I see a man i know also in line. It’s Art! He looks like he’s lost weight in his face and i tell him he looks good. He knows i don’t really like him and is sort of cold to me but i don’t care. I get in the end of the line and when it’s my turn to pay, all my pals are back in the car waiting for me. The man at the register says “That’ll be $10.35” and i pull out my wallet to pay with cash. My wallet is full of bills and they’re all mixed up. I try to hand him a twenty but as i hand it over i realize it’s a one. I take it back and got to pull out another bill that i’m sure is a twenty but as i’m riffling through the bills i see a ten so i put the twenty back and get out the ten and hand it to the man. Then i go into the change part of the wallet to get out the change and there are a lot of dimes and pennies so i’m counting them out. The people in the line behind me are getting impatient. Finally i get the right change out and pay and leave. When i get back in the car (shotgun!) i’m kind of pissed because i realize i just paid ten dollars for a drink. I say something to that effect to Cathy and she said she didn’t think it was a big deal and i get mad and tell her that i don’t make nearly as much money as she does and ten dollars is too much to pay for a sweet beverage. We’re in a room now – a motel room i think – and i open the drink package. Inside the box is a clear plastic packet of Incredible Hulk green sugary crystals. I watch what Cathy does and do the same. I put it in the plastic cup shaped like a barrel (somehow that comes in the flat box but i don't really think about it in the dream" and add water. Put the lid on the barrel cup and shake it up and then put the straw in the hole in the lid. It tastes really good! Lemony-lime slushy taste. It’s still not worth 10 bucks i don’t think, but it’s supposed to quell all hunger and thirst like a full meal so i’ll have to wait and see. That’s all i remember. 

Margaritaville plane over Disney

I’m at Disney in Orlando with my family. Audree, Lois, mom and dad and me. We’re watching planes take off. There are two long reflecting pools divided by greenery.  Next to the reflecting pools are the sidewalks that the pedestrians walk through to get to or from the park. My family and i are sitting on a blanket on grass having a picnic. We must be on a hill because we are looking down onto the planes and the reflecting pools. It’s very pretty and the water in the pools is a dark rich blue color, like deep ocean. Most of the planes i see are just regular airline kind of jets and they all look alike from above. They’re white and evenly spaced. The planes go in to the park on the “right” side and there are people all along the sidewalk walking in the same direction. The planes leaving the park are coming towards me on the left side and there are people walking in the same direction, leaving the park. Dad and i are talking when a very loud prop plane comes zooming out of the park. It doesn’t stay over the reflecting pool lane but takes off in a steeper climb. As it turns across the path of the incoming planes i see it’s some strange homemade vehicle and doesn’t have a back. It’s the cockpit and a few seats behind the cockpit, and there’s some plastic netting at the back to keep shit from falling out. The family inside is a couple of blonde kids, a boy and girl, the mom is in the passenger seat of the cockpit (co-pilot seat, i guess) and there’s some guy hanging off the side of the plane behind the wing which comes directly off the nosecone of the plane. Totally rigged up piece of junk it looks like. Like a bunch of hillbillies in a station wagon except it’s got wings and is flying. The man hanging off the side has crazy light colored hair. He reminds me of Sammy Hagar. There’s an umbrella hanging from his pocket by its hooked handle. He’s wearing cargo pants (of course!) and the umbrella is pulling at his pants because of the turbulence. As dad and i watch, the umbrella tears loose from the pocket and comes back towards Earth like a missile. We’re both concerned about the people on the paths coming and going and are a little bit outraged that this plane was even allowed to take off, being all open like it is so that stuff can easily fly out.

A silly, pretty dream.

Stack, grow, climb

Two dreams i remember featured shelves. In the first one, i am examining a shelf in a cubicle (it might be my former cubicle when my company leased space in Dillard Drive in Cary). The shelf looks like plastic but is really steel. It’s a stacking shelf and only three shelves deep currently. I notice that the top shelf is loose and when i inspect it closer it’s actually two tops, one place over the other. I think that the person who built this shelf purposely chose an extra top for later expansion.

The second dream is less clear now and i’m not sure what the “tale” of the dream was but the part i remember that seems to contain a resonating message is i’m seated on a couch in a ?living room or maybe a lounge or waiting room. Besides myself, there is somebody that is there for me (my friend versus random stranger) and a Japanese family consisting of the young father and mother, a toddler boy and an infant child (i think also a boy). There are two couches on either side of a coffee table. My friend and i are chatting and not really paying attention to the family across the table from us. The family is interacting among themselves in Japanese. I notice the toddler wanders off through a set of sliding glass doors onto a cement patio. I don’t really think much of it at first and keep talking with my friend but, as i’m facing the glass doors and can see the toddler, i’m casually watching him because it doesn’t seem like his parents noticed that he’s wandered off and they’re busy cooing over little baby. There’s a high redwood fence around the patio so i’m not too concerned about the child's safety and think he's probably safe enough but as i watch he begins to climb what looks like chain link fence that is leaning up against the redwood fence. (I think now that it was really the metal skeleton of a bed but it was metal and linked similar to chain-link except the spaces were much smaller and more diamond shaped). As the child is climbing i interrupt the couple to say “I think you should pay attention to your child” and the mom gives the baby to the father and quickly retrieves her climbing son. 

For some reason, after i awoke and remembered these dreams i was inspired to think of a shelf in terms of a means to climb - a sort of stackable ladder. The meshed chain is a ladder made of connected loops.  My impression of ladders is that they take you higher. Although you also use them to come down from a high place, or descend into a deeper place, when i think “ladder” i always just think “up”. Growing up? Rising? Escaping?

Strange and disturbing

I’m in the mall i go to sometimes in dreams. Me, Sharon and ?Shari? I think we were in a car before we came here but i’m not sure. We must be because i can see the mall from the outside. Sharon is looking for something and i suggest ?? Department Store. Okay. Now we’re in the mall walking through the store. Sharon is looking for white gloves and i suggest ?? which is another department store on the other end of the mall. As i’m telling her that she can get short OR long white gloves there she and Shari walk ahead of me. They’re several feet in front of me and i want to catch up to them. I step over a rope barrier to cut through the food court. As i step over (it’s a little bit high) a man is there and takes my hand to steady me. I thank him and hurry ahead to catch up with my friends. The man is back at my shoulder again and making small talk. He seems nice and i tell him i’m trying to catch up to my friends but he steers me over to an elevator. I begin to feel nervous and i’m trying to figure out how to catch up with Sharon and Shari. I figure the elevator won’t put me too much off their path and play along. When we get off the elevator we’re on a ?dock. Now i’m feeling afraid. He’s walking me to the boathouse at the end of the dock. I’m trying to think how i can get away but i feel helpless. He’s still being very nice and not in any way threatening but still i’m really scared. We enter the boathouse. It’s mostly empty. There’re a few things hanging on the wall. A life vest. A long aluminum pole with a net on the end. Still being completely pleasant, this man indicates he’s a serial killer and is now going to kill me and i wake up.

Ugh. That was a very unpleasant dream. It was so unpleasant that while i was dreaming the next dream (which i can’t remember now but it’s right on the edge of my memory so maybe it’ll come back later) i reminded myself within that dream to remember the serial killer dream. I don’t know what the white gloves represent. The man was some guy who used to work on my team. He was always very pleasant on the surface but i could tell he was extremely angry just below the surface. I can’t remember his name but i can remember his smile and his crooked teeth and the sensation of his rage quivering just under the surface. My whole team was happy when he got fired. I felt sort of bad for him though because his wife had just gotten pregnant again and they had a couple of kids. Ick. I feel tainted from the dream and from remembering that guy.

Flu, stick shift and pickle sandwich

In the first dream, i’m at work... I can’t remember any of my passwords so i can’t get into the network. I don’t understand why i can’t remember and i’m not sure what to do. Somebody tells me to go home because i’m sick. Now i’m in a cul-de-sac of a subdivision trying to get from my car to a house. As i’m walking i realize i AM sick. I’m trying not to stagger and decide to take my shoes off. They’re big clunky heeled black shoes. I managed to push one off but the other one won’t budge. There are some people arriving in a car at another house on the cul-de-sac and i’m trying not to appear sick but as i struggle with the other shoe i can’t keep myself from passing out. I’m lying on the road, it’s raining. It feels good, lying on the warm tarmac and the cool rain on my face. I manage to sit up and finally get the other shoe off (other shoe to drop?). I walk to the front door of my intended destination – a sort of colonial looking house. It has white pillars on either side of a fairly deep porch leading to a white door with bright gold-colored brass fixtures. I enter the door and my parents are inside. This is their house. I tell them that i have the flu and need to lay down somewhere. The dream begins to morph into another one but before i leave this one it occurs to me that i probably couldn’t remember my passwords because i’m sick.

Now i’m trying to drive a car that has a clutch. The way the shifter works i have to have my thumb through a ring on a kind of trigger. It seems like it would be easy to work but i’m having trouble working it. I manage to get the car parked but it’s on the line. I get out and ?? (a man, can’t remember who it was but i think i knew him in the dream) picks up the car (it’s a tiny car like a metro or a mini) and puts it in the center of the next parking spot. I laugh because i think it’s funny that he can pick up the car so easily. We walk into a large red-brick governmental looking building. A court house maybe. I notice that the entrance and door to this building is like my parents house in the other dream. I don’t remember this part of the dream but i remember leaving the building with the man and we get back in the little car. I’m driving again but explain i don’t really know how to drive a stick shift. The man says he’ll help me through it and that’s all i remember of this dream.

The dream morphs and i’m sitting in an auditorium. It’s got low bench seats on three of the four walls and the screen in on the other wall. There are a few people scattered on the seats to my right and left but i’m the only one sitting on the side directly across from the screen. The movie comes on and i’m trying to pay attention to it but the other people are talking. The movie is full of olds cars and fedoras. To Kill A Mockingbird? Then it’s (i guess) intermission and i leave to make myself a sandwich. Another dream or later in the same one, i can’t remember the context, i’m making a sandwich for myself. A guy keeps calling me on my cell phone. Some Indian or Middle-eastern looking guy. He asks me if we can leave in five minutes. I tell him we can and go back to making my sandwich. I’m making it on a kind of edible cellophane material that i’ll be able to place into the bread but i need to hurry if i’m going to make it and eat it and be ready to leave in five minutes. I finish making my sandwich and realize that the pickle i put in it is as big as a burger – a GIANT pickle. I take a bite out of it and i like it. The guy is getting antsy waiting for me and i’m kind of annoyed that he’s rushing me because i’m not the one that needs to leave in five minutes but i’m doing him a favor by giving him a ride.

Dreaming about sex and cars.Typical.  

Good beer

The beginning of the remembered part of dream is in my Manassas house, downstairs in the basement. I have two cases of expensive beers. [I vaguely remember getting the beer from a bar earlier in the dream but can’t remember the details except the bar was like a western-style bar. All dark wood, dark wood paneling, dark wood tables and floors. Maybe like the Seahorse Saloon in Pacifica but all wood. There’s a woman bartender who won’t wait on me… something happens and i end up with two cases of beer.] So i have these cases of beer in my basement bedroom in the Manassas house and i carry it out to the rec room to put in the refrigerator. The fridge isn’t in a corner or against the wall like you’d think it should be. It’s sort of free-standing at an angle facing the pool table, in front of the back door and the wall phone. I can see the old linoleum again. And the rotary wall phone, fire engine red. So i’m putting the beers in the fridge. There are several different kinds of beer, but several of each kind. I decide to line them up, front to back, with each one represented. The first two ‘types’ are in brown bottles. One has a fancy label with a lot of shiny gold in it. Maybe it’s a Kirin? There’s a great big bottle, like the size of a wine bottle. It’s a German beer, the kind with the yeast in it. I forget what those are called. They’re high in alcohol content. No. Not German. Belgian. Trappist ale. Blue label with white lettering. The next is a short stout golden yellow can. It’s a Japanese beer. Sapporo maybe? I’ve never seen that kind of short can and i like it. As i’m lining up the beers, dad comes downstairs and makes a comment about all the beer. I tell him he should drink it if he wants to because there’s a lot and their good quality beers.

Now i’m driving an RV on that crazy highway with all the clover leafs. This road always stresses me out but i know i have to go on it to get to one particular mall i go to in dreams, or to Richmond. I don’t remember much of the trip but next thing i remember, i’m at my destination. It’s a house on some property. Rural looking. It looks like where i live now but it’s Sharon’s house. I park the RV as Sharon comes out of the house. She’s happy to see me and apparently we’re taking the RV down to the coast a bit for a trip. I have a pickup truck too ? and i take the cases of beer out of the truck and start loading it into the little fridge in the RV. Lined up. Dark bottles, big bottles, cans….  just like before. When i’m done and leaving the RV i notice two little girls are sleeping on the beds. I think this is the camping trailer we used to go camping in. There was a table in the middle section inside the door, and another table at the hitch end of the trailer. Both tables could be lowered and the cushions arranged so that they became beds. I don’t know who the kids are and i quietly leave to go ask Sharon if they’re coming with us.

Something about i have to leave to go home but i don’t want to leave because i’m supposed to pick up my new car. I drive the RV to the gas station and fill up the tank and i’m wondering how i will get my new car home AND the RV and the truck and the trailer.  While i’m driving in a little town to find my car i realize that the car couldn’t be built or ready yet because it’s only been a week. I go back to Sharon’s place and park the RV. I’m still trying to decide how i’m going to get my vehicles home also knowing that i’m going to have to come back to get my new car too. I decide that i can leave the trailer with the little girls sleeping in it and take the RV and the truck home. When i come back for my car, i’ll just bring the truck and then i can tow the trailer home. ? The little girls are gone now. I take the beer back out of the fridge because the power is going to be unplugged. I show Sharon where to plug in the power if she wants to use the trailer while i’m gone and press upon her the importance of keeping the refrigerator open so it doesn’t get smelly inside. I get into the pickup. It’s my old blue and white rust bucket Chevy truck! I start on the long drive home with mixed emotions. I don’t want to leave but i want to be home. Sharon is trying to get me to stay and i remind her how when i first moved away and used to come back to visit, i’d come visit her, meaning to stay for a week and end up staying for three weeks. .

That’s all i remember. Phew. Lot of memories. My old house, my old camping trailer, my old pickup truck, my old friend. The beers were the stars of the dream! They kept appearing to be put into the ice box. And i’m trying not to think about my new car but i can’t help it. I WANT IT!!! Hopefully the order has reached the factory by now and the process to build it has started. But i don’t know because Jack hasn’t called me to tell me that and he said he would keep me informed as it moved through the process. Aaaargh. Stop thinking about it brain! Over the weekend, in the dark gloom i saw a yellow car. A Honda i think. I was happy at how well i could see it. Then yesterday there was a little yellow beetle and again, i was happy at how visible it was in spite of the rain. I wish i could’ve got hot pink interior! It wasn’t an option though. Cars are mostly boring inside. Seat covers maybe!! I’ll have to wait and see how the beigey- white leather looks first. Might be fine.   

Stratocaster and Water Path

In the dream i’m supposed to be giving a concert to a small group of random people in a ?library? I have an electric blue Stratocaster and the sound is much too large for the room so i’m hesitant about playing. There’re two girls/women sitting across the table from me. I realize i know them from a long time ago, like from high school. I never really knew them but i recognize them. I decide to go home and pack up my strat and walk out the door. I’m barefoot. I’m walkiing home. One of the women from my past is walking with me and i don’t really want her to stay with me because i don’t want to have to be sociable. I just want to walk at my own pace. We’re walking along the side of a heavily traveled two lane black top road. We’re right on the outskirts of a town. Is it Manassas? Seems kind of dilapidated and bleak like Manassas. As i’m walking i’m thinking i’ll head down towards the water paths because i haven’t been there in a long time and it’ll be a lot easier to walk in the shade of the trees on the wooden road that winds through there.


Somehow the dream morphs and in remembering it would seem to be completely unrelated to the other dream, but the guitar seems to be pertinent so i don’t know if it’s just dream blur or i’m completely forgetting a part.

The woman who was walking with me and two men are in a pretty large silver vehicle. It might be a spaceship or an airstream trailer. One of the men is seated in a reclining seat and he’s naked. His skin is alabaster white. So white i can hardly believe he’s real. He’s got black spots spattered over his torso. The contrast is striking. The woman and other man with me and i are all staring at the black spots but my eyes keep dropping down to look at his pubic area. The hair on his crotch is blonde. I’m embarrassed and quickly raise my eyes back to his spots. I’m confused because i didn’t notice if he had a penis or not, and my eyes start to drift down again but again, as soon as i see the blond pubes i raise my eyes up again without checking out his goodies. We’re all planning on going outside and i’m concerned that his white skin will burn easily because there’s no shade on the road. I ask him if he has sunblock to put on. As i ask, i’m noticing that his face is somewhat tanned and i put my hand to his cheek in a kind of caress and worry that he hasn’t been protecting his face from the sun and will have a wrinkled sun-tanned face while the rest of his perfect body stays young and unblemished. Another very white person, a younger man, comes from somewhere in the back part of the vehicle. He’s also naked and also has the spattering of black spots on his torso. He looks exactly like the reclined man except a younger version. The black spots are mesmerizing me.

Both these dreams, or both parts if they were one dream, felt very emotionally charged. I remember that seeing the black spots reminded me of what tiny shotgun pellets look like on a cadaver. It has been a long time since i dreamed of the water paths. I love that place. Except when the path is in disrepair and the crocodiles are strew all over my path. Last night though i think the paths were intact and well above the water. I was really looking forward to being there.