Subconscious Weirdness

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Sep 302010
 

So in my dream, we were moving. Out of prison. There was a small group of us who had planned an elaborately-timed escape, so that our outside guy would show up with the truck at just the right time when the guards were all somewhere else. He showed up right on cue, and our group started loading boxes onto the truck.

Our group leader was wizened little black man whose right arm was gone below the elbow. I don’t know any such person in waking life.

Then the prison cook wandered in, a pale, skinny young inmate with frizzy almost-red hair. I yanked him out of sight of the guard towers, was about to beat him into unconsciousness, and then instead proposed he join us in escaping. He agreed and started helping load boxes.

Right before I woke up, I recruited another inmate. She was a tall black woman with tribal tattoos on her face and, inexplicably, a longbow. I introduced her to our group and she started loading boxes with us.

I know where the moving motif came from; last weekend I helped a friend with her move. It was a hurried affair because of the last-minute notice she got from her landlord, which reminded us both of the last time I helped her move—when she left her ex-husband, which explains the “breaking out of prison” as well.

The one-armed leader and the tribal warrior, I can’t explain.

 Posted by at 6:43 am

Nightmare on Oak Street

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Jul 022010
 

Allow me to relate the dream I had last night…

I was a character in the Nightmare on Elm Street series.

We knew Freddy was coming to get us. We were all trying to pack up and leave town ASAP. Whoever could get out might be safe as he went after the slower ones who remained.

But things kept delaying my departure. I was getting gear together, disentangling myself from people who seemed to feel I owed them my time, fighting my way through panicking crowds. The crowds got thinner and thinner as people managed to escape, while I still struggled with the logistics of getting myself out.

By the time I reached the parking lot with my bugout bag, there were hardly any people around. The place was dark and eerily quiet. I threw my stuff in the hatchback and hurried behind the wheel.

As soon as I closed the door, Kruger made his move. The car began warping and twisting. The upholstery reached around and grabbed me, pinning me down. The clean lines of the Honda Fit became organic and uneven, full of teeth and blood and claws…

…and I said, “Oh, no, my car does not do that.”

Immediately the nightmare lost its hold, the Kruger-induced contortions ceased, and the car returned to normal. I locked the door, started the engine, and sped away to safety.

Even in my nightmares, I’m too offended by assaults on my car to maintain my suspension of disbelief.

Seeing an Old Friend

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Sep 112007
 

A couple of nights ago I dreamed Phurball came back. Not like zombie-cat back from the dead, but that somehow he’d just gone missing and turned up again. I was downstairs and someone called down, “Oh, your cat is back!”

“I don’t have a cat,” I said, coming up the stairs, but there was a cat. At first I didn’t know who he was, but then he meowed and I recognized his voice. And much cuddling ensued.

Some dreams really don’t need a shrink to interpret them, ya know?

 Posted by at 11:44 am
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