Tables Under The Bed

I was at Mike's (former step-father) house with my wife, Em, and I decided to go to Pleasant Valley Church to look for my old friend Andy. I was walking along in front of the church where the sign is, but I didn't see him anywhere, so I went back to Mike's house.

I had been in the process of setting up the downstairs bedroom for me to stay in. I had setup my computer and a stereo of some sort, and I was getting a desk and dresser in place. Then I turned towards the bunk bed on the opposite wall of the room from the window. There were a number of the plastic magazine totes (like what you see for storing magazines on shelves at the library) under the bed and facing out towards the middle of the room.

After clearing out the magazines, I looked behind where they had been. There was a short window (like a basement window) on the left hand side that was letting in light that looked like it was from an early evening sunset. Back against the far wall were two stacks of foldable tables kind of like they use for cafeterias. Even though the bed was normal length, the tables were about six feet long each, and the two stacks were positioned end to end, creating a twelve foot long space under the bed.

The tables were dusty and dirty and smelled a bit. I didn't want to mess with them because I somehow knew that they either had bodies in between them or people had died on them or something. Em came in and pulled one out from under the bed and laid it on the bottom bunk. She then climbed up on it and laid down. She kind of sunk into the table a bit, almost as if it were a tempur-pedic mattress. I told her that I was afraid of the bodies and she needed to put it back. She tried to tell me at first that everything was fine, but I was certain that it wasn't.

She got off the mattress/table and put it back under the bed. We talked about it for a moment, and we decided that it was best to call the police and let them come deal with taking out all the tables because then they could deal with the bodies. It wasn't so much that I was afraid of getting in trouble, but more like I was afraid of having to touch or see the bodies and they might give me nightmares. Em agreed and the dream ended.

Moon Wall-Chart

I was on a bus out on a country road with Em. It was almost like there was no top on the bus, but no wind, too. We were looking at the moon because it was "almost full". It looked full, and even a little squished, but it wasn't actually full yet. As we traveled along and time passed, the way the sunlight hit the moon changed. It started getting redder, and the face of the Man in the Moon starting getting stranger. Eventually most of the moon had faded out except parts of the face which wound up looking like a skull.

After a bit I was in front of this wall with a big wooden door in it that seemed to be out in the middle of a field. Robin Williams was dressed up like a priest and talking to his son about monitoring the moon as their family/tribe has done for hundreds of years. On the wall there were paintings of reeds and marshes and cat tails. Some had a red glow, and others had a white glow, but all were painted against a dark blue sky with stars in it. Some of those glows reached up to the top of the wall.

Robin pointed to a chair that was about 50 feet away in front of the door. There was mannequin/dummy in it that was all leaned back and had a cello resting against it and dressed kind of like a peasant or something out of the middle ages. That was the watch station for the moon.

Some time passed very quickly, and Robin was no longer anywhere to be found. The boy went over to the chair and the dummy had been removed. He sat down in it and started situating himself properly and getting the cello leaned up against him. He was going to watch for the red skull moon to rise exactly over one of the red glows on the wall painting. Just as I was turning to look for myself, my alarm went off and woke me up.

Talking Baby

Either Em had had a baby, or we picked one up somewhere, but at some point I was in the car with mom, Aunt Irene, and someone else, and mom was holding the baby girl. The baby was crying and mom couldn't get her to stop. She wasn't too concerned about it because we were almost home and she figured the baby was just tired or hungry or had a dirty diaper, and it could be taken care of in a little bit.

I realized the that the cries that the baby let out were actually words or partial sentences. I was amazed considering that she was only a few months old. No one else seemed to be able to hear the words, so I started talking to the baby. She realized I could understand her, so she wound up wanting me to hold her. I was in the back seat, so mom handed her over the seat to me. She was aging very quickly and she suddenly seemed to be almost a year old or older. She had blond curly hair and blue eyes. We talked for a little bit, but I forget about what. I think she was just as surprised that I understood her and listened to her as much as I was that she talked in the first place.

Mad in the Hotel

I was in a hotel with a group from school. This is the same hotel/school building I see in a lot of dreams. Anyway, the room that I was in was on the second or third floor, and way down the hallway. The hallway on that floor actually made a complete square and looped back on itself. On the back side of this square somewhere was where our room was. It was actually more of a suite. It had it's own mini hallway that went straight out the main hallway about four feet, then went left about ten feet, and then the door was on the right. Just inside was the common room where the kitchen, dining, and living area were. The kitchen was behind this wall that didn't quite reach the ceiling, and had a door and a window cut into it that faced into the dining/living area. The common room was very large, almost as if it was the size of my entire house. The TV and couches were on the right hand side, and I think there was a second kitchen over there as well. The bedrooms entered from the right and the left.

At one point I got mad at one of the guys I was rooming with (I don't remember why) and went to the front desk to request a new room for myself. The guy from the front desk took me back to the room and tried to tell me that I had to climb through the ceiling in the living room to get there. He started climbing on pipes and such that were on the wall and got up to the ceiling that was about twelve feet up. He was hanging from the ceiling and pushed up a trap door and climbed up in, saying that was my new room. I refused to follow him and left angry. I started walking home, which was grandmamma's house, by walking down 256 in Weyers Cave.

On my way home I ran into Harry Potter and Ron Weasly. They were trying to tell me to go back, and I got mad at them and hurried home. When I got home, it looked like my current house on the inside. I went into the guest bathroom and then came out again, and just as I came out I saw that they were here, and I apologized to Ron. He was happy again and walked in towards the kitchen. Harry hung around for a moment while the guy from the front desk showed up. He came to me acting like he was going to apologize to me for making me mad at the hotel, but rather than doing that, he asked me to apologize to him. I refused to apologize to him because he didn't understand why he made me mad, and I pushed past him. Then my alarm went off and woke me up.