At Stephen's House

I don't remember much of what was going on, but I was at Stephen Craig's house for a short bit. I talked to his mom briefly, and I think his grandfather was also supposed to be there. I was saying or asking something about his dad being dead, but I may have been saying it to Irene (Stephen's mom) rather than Stephen. I was outside most of the time around their parking area.

The Caterpillar

I think I may have actually started out at Mercedes, but eventually I wound up being back here at the apartment. Somehow I came across this fuzzy caterpillar. I believe the whole thing was brown or black (as opposed to the orange and black striped ones I used to see as a kid) I think that Em was playing around with it for a little bit, and eventually I came over by our computers to see it and to see if there was anything I could do for it.

I watched it move around for a while, and then I talked to Em about it some. I don't remember what she said about it, but I suddenly remember recalling squishing caterpillars as a kid. I was thinking of the greenish brown ooze squishing out of their bodies. I think Em may have been talking about eating them or something, and in remembering the squishing of them, I was thinking about what was actually inside of them, and I wanted no part of eating them.

I think I finally got a piece of paper or something, and I set the edge of it down in front of the caterpillar so that it would crawl up on there and I could safely get it outside. I think it would get close and touch it or sniff it, and then it would turn and go a different direction. Finally I decided that I needed to just get it out of here, so I opened up the sliding patio door (it was night time, by the way, and the goose neck lamp on our desk was on) and I finally just scooped the edge of the paper under it and tried to kind of get it outside. I don't think I could ever actually get it up on the paper, so eventually I had to just barely get under the edge of the caterpillar and flick the paper up a little to try to launch it outside. I think I did eventually, and I shut the door.

Crossing the Gorge

Em (wife) and I were on a long drive. We came to a place that (I think) was supposed to be in Tennessee. There was a point in the road where we couldn't go any farther for some reason, and we had to backtrack 100 feet or so and talk to these people that were at some sort of information desk. A blond girl instructed me to go forward again, get onto the platform, and "take it across". I said "Okay," but I'm not sure where Em had gone to at this point. She wasn't around to hear the girl say what to do, so I thought I'd go and test it out myself first.

I went over to these two steel platforms (one in front of the other) that were supposed to be big enough to hold my car, and I laid down on the first (closest) one. As I did, it slowly started to take off, floating up and forward. Even though it wasn't moving very fast, it still gave me this feeling that I was almost being repelled off the top of the platform. I had to really hold on to make sure I didn't go flying off. Even though that worried me a bit, I hung on and kind of had a good time because of getting to see all the scenery. I went quite a way over the country landscape below, and eventually I saw this long gorge ahead that stretched as far as I could see to either side of me. It was fairly narrow, but it was supposed to be very deep as well. The platform eventually came down on the other side of the gorge, and it turned so that I face to the right so that I was supposed to be able to just drive off of it and continue the drive.

I wound up taking the platform back to the main area, and I was able to find Em. I did the platform without my car again, but this time with Em. She had the same feeling as I did the first time that she was going to get thrown off the thing, and I was just telling her to hold on. We went through the same thing as I did the first time, watching the scenery below and crossing the gorge and landing, facing right. Now we just needed to bring my car, so we went back, and we got into my car, and drove down to where the platform was. For some reason, the platform either wasn't there, or I went down a bit farther, but either way I wound up turning left into a dirt/gravel parking lot.

We got out of the car there, and we were at this building that looked quite a bit like a house. We went in, and it looked more like a restaurant. There were tables and chairs and booth seats around. I think it was supposed to be like Outback Steakhouse or something. Somehow, Em was already seated when I went in. I went back to the table she was at, and I sat with her. There were lots of people around, and I got this feeling that there was something bad going on. Not terrible and scary, but just like a lot of these people were picking on the waiters or being asshat customers or something.

Eventually we were supposed to be eating with another couple or group, and we did. There was something strange or awkward about it, like I didn't want to eat or something. I don't think that was it, but I remember getting up for something and coming back a short time later. I don't think I ever actually ate.

Eventually the place cleared out a bit, and we were done, too, so we wound up leaving. I'm not sure if this was part of this dream or another, but there was something about being at a house that was supposed to belong to Em and I. I think that the people from the restaurant were there with us, but I'm not sure. I know that someone was, but I'm just not sure who it was. I don't remember what went on there, but I know it was in a subdivision, much like the newer one that was up on the hill in Mount Sidney, VA.

Apartamental Space

The dream started out with me getting onto a big school bus. I was traveling with a group of people in Virginia, but I don't remember where we were going to or coming from. I remember getting onto the bus. I was one of the first ones to get on the bus. I was looking for a good seat to sit in, but it seemed like there was something wrong with each of them. Either the seat was seriously mangled, or the window was broken, or something.

I eventually found a seat at the back of the bus on the "passenger side". It seemed that the bus was very long, and what would normally be the length of the bus was the amount that stuck out over the back wheels. A couple of friends were there with me, including one guy that had glasses, short scraggly hair that kind of stuck out all over the place, and was rather unshaven. It seemed to take a while for everyone (though there weren't many people) to find their seats. Finally everyone did, and we were off.

The next thing I know, Em (wife) and I were here at the Villas at Beaver Creek. (although I don't remember seeing her on the bus) It was night time or early morning, but we were supposed to be moving from one apartment to another. The one we were moving in to was the apartment next door to us. The way that the Villas was set up was a bit different, though. The sidewalk that runs past our building and up to the pool ran straight to our front door instead. And there were four apartments down on the bottom at our "breezeway" instead of the normal two. And the thing that's probably the strangest is that where our door was down on the ground level, the whole front inside of the breezeway" was glass. We could see straight into other people's apartments.

I think that once we were inside of our original apartment, there was a door inside that went over into our neighbors apartment, kind of like a hotel room suite. I think that our neighbors may have been up and about during this time, too, because it seems like we wound up running into them. Actually, it may have been the running into them that caused us to decide to switch apartments with them.

I remember being in our original kitchen, but it was set up very differently than it actually is. It seemed to be back along a back hallway, and all the counter space and appliances were on the left side, and there was just a wall on the right. We had a lot of pots and pans and strange gourds and spices all hung up around the kitchen for decoration.

Then we wound up going outside, and then back in to the new apartment. We were looking around to see how we liked it, and it was very nice. The living room was big, it had a separate dining room, and big kitchen, and then upstairs in a "loft" area there was another living room and two bedrooms. One of the bedrooms opened up into the upstairs living room. Everything was already furnished. I remember seeing a bed with a brass bed frame in the master bedroom, and then going through to the upstairs living room, there was a high-back chair (kind of like the ones that Morpheus and Neo sit in when they first meet in the Matrix) but everything was very nice and decorated to kind of like a country-store feel. There were old pictures and paintings and items up on the walls, and it all just had a very nice cozy feel to it.

Eventually I had gone back downstairs, but when I did, a strange sight greeted me. At the bottom of the stairs and going into the living room/dining room area, there was a big mass of floating gas and lights int he middle of the room. Suddenly I realized that I was actually in space. I found myself briefly walking into a theater, and sitting down somewhere near the middle. As I did, a film started up, but it wasn't quite a film, either. I knew it was going to be a view of flying through space but I had this anticipation that if I didn't hold onto my seat, I'd go flying out of it and into the movie.

On the black screen was this view of flying around past all this dust and stars, and winding up at our own solar system. The picture took me past Saturn and towards the direction of the sun. Saturn looked a bit strange, though, kind of like a digital picture that was "broken" in spots. The picture looked rough, and it had these strange faded purple pixelated blotches down around the bottom of it.

I looked around, and I was standing in the middle of the living room, and I think I briefly saw William Shattner there. I looked back to the screen, and I was in my seat again, and I saw myself fly past Jupiter. I thought, "I'll be home in no time. I'm going to call Em!" So I called her, and I told her, "Hey, guess what! I just saw OUR sun! I should be home in a while!" I was planning, actually, on sooner than that because I was in fact already in our solar system.

The next thing I know, I'm back in our apartment, but it's not an apartment anymore. It's actually a house. The star and dust formation was still in the living/dining room area (though the area now looked very different, but I can't quite describe how) and I was looking at it. Someone came up to me, and we were discussing this big blobby thing sitting there. In talking about it, I decided to reach in and touch the gaseous part of the formation. It was strange because it was solid, and it felt a lot like that green styrofoam stuff that they use for flower fake flower arrangements. (the stuff that kind of crumbles when it gets old) I looked at this thing for quite a bit, though no particular feature of it stands out to me besides the "space dust" that felt solid. I may have found myself flying around inside of this a couple of times more, but other than that, I believe that was the end of the dream.

Apartment Auditorium

I was with Cobbie from Mercedes, and we were supposed to be going to his apartment. We got there, and it was night time out, and Loy (also from work) was there and he was supposed to be moving things in to another apartment for someone else. Even though we were outside and on the ground, we could see him going up the stairs into the apartment, and he seemed like he was really close. He was as big as if we were only standing about 15 or 20 feet away from him, but he
was three stories up, and we were about 50 to 100 feet from the building. One strange thing about this was that even though it was Cobbie's apartment building, it looked like and was in the same location as MY apartment building (the Villas).

While we were out in the parking lot, I looked around, and I realized that we were surrounded by people, and there was some sort of gathering/event preparing to happen. I don't remember what it was, but most of the people there were pretty young, and I seemed to spot some familiar faces in the crowd, but they were only familiar to me in the dream, not in waking life. I talked briefly to one or two people, and I turned back around. I realized that this place was set up like an auditorium, and the building in front of us was like the stage. Loy was still maneuvering something around in the window on the third floor, and he seemed to have no idea that he was being watched by hundreds of people.

Someone in front of me and slightly to my right shouted up to Loy and teased him for putting on a good show or something, and Loy said "Huh?" and looked up. He laughed when he saw us, and he said, "Ah, get outta here!" like he does quite a bit in waking life. After that, he left the window.

The Fraternity

This was a bit of an odd dream because for a good bit of it, I wasn't really me. I was someone else entirely. I was some guy in a fraternity. I seemed to know the people there, but at the same time, I have no clue who they were. I had a buddy who seemed to be drunk quite a bit, and I had a girlfriend that had long dark brown hair, and wearing a long semi-tight skirt. (it was more like a dress skirt rather than a big free flowing thing) I was at college, and I was in this area that was up on a balcony.

My drunk friend had kind of long (not quite shoulder length) dirty blond hair, and he was shirtless most of the time. He kept wanting to pull some stupid stunt, and he wanted me to accompany him. I didn't think that the stunt was a good idea, but for some reason I didn't want to tell him that. At about the time that this was going on, the girlfriend showed up and was basically saying that she thought it was a really bad idea. She seemed really pissed, and I understood why. She was telling me away from the presence of the drunk guy so that he couldn't hear her.

She wound up leaving, and the guy and I went downstairs and out onto the lawn. There was a big evergreen sort of tree there, and the balcony was very big (almost the size of our current apartment at the Villas) and it was supported on big roman looking pillars what stood way above us. The balcony was roughly 50 feet up in the air.

Anyway, down on the ground, the drunk guy was still stumbling around and trying to think of a way to do whatever it was that he was trying to get us to do. I think I kind of hoped for a bit that he would just be too drunk to come up with a good plan, and that's part of the reason why I didn't say anything to him. I'm not sure if he eventually figured out a way to do whatever it was, but I remember being closer to the street, and noticing that it was a misty overcast sort of day, and I had pulled him closer and was talking to him and trying to convince him that whatever it was did not seem like a good idea to me. I don't remember if he wound up listening or not.

Dodging Logs

There was something initially about being in some sort of parking area/forest (which I can remember having to walk through in a different dream). For a time of it, I was actually way up in the air looking at is as if I were flying to it.

Anyway, eventually I wound up out on a beach, and I was walking along the edge of the water, with the water to my right. I came up on a group of people that I knew, which I believe included mom and Emily (wife), but definitely included Matthew (brother). There was one other person there, too, but I don't remember who it was.

The beach was fairly crowded, and it had the feeling of being at the edge of some sort of city. There may have been some shops or buildings off to my left. Anyway, I stood there talking to them for a moment, and I had noticed a ridge somewhat like a small row of mountains off to my left, opposite the water, and just behind what buildings there were. I also noticed that at various places along the water, there were smallish (compared to the giants in the forest earlier) trees actually growing out of the sand close to the water's edge.

The group was sitting on a big blanket on the beach, and Matthew was supposed to be doing his homework. As we chatted, something strange started to happen. Huge logs from the forest on the other side of the ridge started flying up over the ridge and landing on the beach. These things seemed really huge. People started yelling and screaming and running around. Each and every log was branch-less, and it was pointed at both ends, kind of like this:






Somehow I wasn't scared of them, and in fact, I had realized rather quickly that this happened (or at least should have happened) often, because it was part of some sort of work going on. It was amazing to watch these things come flying up over the ridge and come crashing and skidding onto the beach or out into the water. Then I saw one coming particularly close to us, and, at this point I had gone around to the other side of the group of people (so that facing them put the water on my left, and the trees coming from my right). I shouted a warning to Matthew to keep an eye out for it so it didn't hit him. It wound up hitting the ground about 20 feet in front of Matthew, and it skidded right beside him, kicking sand up all over the place, and went right out into the water.

Matthew jumped up and started going "ow ow ow!". At first I thought some of the tree had caught him as it went by. I realized that it could have also been some of the sand that had done something. I figured the fast flying sand had either gotten into one of his eyes, or had embedded itself into his skin because it was hit so hard when the tree landed. Either way, Matthew and the others got up, and we decided that we needed to get to a doctor or the hospital to get him looked at.

We started running along the water (with it again to our right, so in the direction that I had been walking originally) and we were dodging more and more of these logs that were flying up over the ridge and onto the beach. We were actually all running very fast. We kept going until we basically hit a wall at the edge of the beach, and it had stairs that went up to the ridge and to street-level. We ran up the stairs, and we were almost out onto the street when I woke up.

[One odd note about waking up... I was totally out of breath. I was panting just as if I had actually been running. It actually took me a few minutes to calm back down and get back to sleep.]