Before I forget again…
I’ve noticed that over the past several months, my dreams have become increasingly… bizarre. I mean, dreams are usually pretty other-worldly, but these are becoming memorably weird and outright creepy (when it comes to nightmares). Most of them are plain awesome, don’t get me wrong… But WEIRD. And some are even story-caliber, which I don’t be sharing publicly, because… Well, they’re story ideas now!
Have you ever had a dream where you’re home, but everything’s WAY out of proportion? Like, our property has buildings all clustered together in a space of about, oh… 2 acres? The road runs north and south. Directly to the east of the road is our house. Butted up against the house, more or less, to the northeast, is a big barn/warehouse/shop where Dad works. Directly to the southwest of the shop is a nice sized pole-barn. Directly to the north of the pole-barn is an old shack where the previous owners made apple cider (we live on an old orchard farm). Directly to the south of the pole-barn is a little blue shed where migrant workers lived. Directly to the west of the little shed is a little red shed that also housed some migrant workers (and now house chickens). Just to give you an idea. Oh, and on the southeast corner of the house, directly connected to it, is a garage that really isn’t a garage, but stores lots of junk. All of this isn’t very large… I should take a picture sometime and show you, but then people would STALK ME and that’s bad. Anyway!
My dreams that take place at home are… bigger. All the buildings are absolutely enormous, like huge sprawling warehouses. Even the house is some huge, squat, single story building. And its always run down. Windows are missing, doors broken, maybe a room is open to the elements. Even last night, the shop was large enough to house an alien wreck that a group of us were sent to investigate (I guess). I remember precariously walking on narrow platforms spanning bottomless pits, and that other people had managed to fall in. And then? We all gather around the Puddle-Jumper (so I guess we’re from Atlantis) that was parked in the garden (which is west of the little red shack and south of the attached garage) but it was only me and one other person who managed to get back, because there were zombies milling around. Yep! Zombies. Not entirely spooky to me, but it was freaky in the sense that there were a colossal amount of them. If you didn’t move, they couldn’t see you, but there were so many moving around on their own that they would get close enough to see you anyway, if you didn’t move… Which… Let them see you. So there was a lovely bout of brain-eating by the zombies, and the massacring of the oncoming with my trusty P90 and… That’s all that I remember. All this taking place at my house.
I’ve also had a parcel of Doctor Who dreams… The most vivid one I can recall right now was that I had the key to the TARDIS, and I was in the kitchen, and it started glowing! For some reason, I knew exactly where it was, and there was an intense sense of urgency… As far as I can remember, there wasn’t actually anything I saw that made me want to run, but it had that nightmarish feeling where you just had to GET OUT. So I run to the basement and there’s the TARDIS, all dim and fading, trying to appear, but it wouldn’t, and there I was panicking for absolutely no reason, because I couldn’t get the door unlocked. I’ll tell you sometime about my old house… That was a childhood experience. I’m almost thinking it was haunted or something, because that house seriously creeped me out at all ages until we moved sometime in the late 1990s. Never been afraid of a house since! But basements are always creepy in my dreams because of it, and this was no exception. One of those… Your salvation is there before your eyes, but you can’t get to it, and you know you need to defend yourself somehow, but you’re too ghastly afraid to turn around and see what’s coming up behind you? Really weird…
Then there’s that one dream where I was the only “good guy” in the area of my house… The sky was creepy red and everything was desolate and run down and my house was taken over by a group of… People. Not sure. It wasn’t really important. This, too, was a nightmare, because they had released some sort of monster to hunt me. It was really big, and really strong, and really FAST, and I had to hide in the shop, which, of course, was completely run down. I remember running into one of the back rooms and locking all the doors as best I could, and hiding under a small broken window while it kept running around the outside of the building and trying to break down the doors and jump through the holes in the walls. I was hiding under the window because even if it managed to look through, it couldn’t be able to see me… Because I knew once it actually saw me, it would easily be strong enough to smash through the wall and devour me or whatever it was supposed to do.
But then there’s always the perfectly harmless dreams, but still very, very odd. Like… I was the President of the United States? Yep. Just elected, and I my inauguration was scheduled for that afternoon and everyone was gathering and everyone was waiting for me to give a huge speech, but… Suddenly, I realized that I didn’t have a speech, because my writers had managed to forget. As I realized my predicament, I knew I had to come up with something on the fly, so I asked the only person in the area who would know what to say in this situation! That’s right… Bill Clinton. I asked freakin’ Bill Clinton what he said during his inauguration, because I had absolutely no idea, and I needed something fast. Wow.
Interestingly enough, as much as I obsess about wolves and stuff, I very rarely have dreams about them… Okami or Wolf’s Rain or just anything wolf-related. Not so much. I’ve noticed, though, that the majority of the weird dreams I remember are directly related to either Stargate Atlantis or Doctor Who. I’m either running around with a P90 on an alien world or on a space station, or I’m running around on an alien world with The Doctor… Even last night, after the zombie-Atlantis dream, I had one where we traveled to some really messed up world, and people saw us arrive, and they all tried to commandeer the TARDIS so they could escape the disaster, but that’s all I remember.
Well! There you go… I was bored and not at all tired, so I thought I’d brain dump a few of my non-important dreams so I could remember them and/or share them. Might as well make a new category for them, too, because I’d like to start remembering them. I think it’d be awesome to have a trove of dream stories all stored up that I could reference later, once I become that famous professional novel writer that sells out all his books! (Oooor not.)