I was at work (Mercedes) and I was walking around the warehouse a bit aimlessly. I think I had gone up to the key room briefly, and then I came back out by the receiving dock. I was walking down the main traffic aisle in front of our pallet rack area, and I got to about where they process the air freight so that I was on the opposite side of it from my office.
I noticed that Wayne, a guy that had retired more than a year ago, was back and was filling in for someone for the second shift of receiving. (which we don't really have) I looked at the clock up on the wall above the dock doors, and I noticed that he was about 45 minutes early. We chatted briefly about it, and me made it out like it didn't really matter, so I didn't really care too much.
Then I turned and went back to the pallet rack area, and I wound up between the pallet racks and the small bins. I think that at first I was alone, and it suddenly seemed very late, like around 9pm. There was stuff going on that I don't remember, and I heard people around here and there.
At some point, something came up about climbing around on the freight that was in the pallet rack area. I think the first time, I was actually lifted by fork lift to an empty location on the aisle that faces the small bins. I was up there with Ricky (a punk from work) for some reason, and we were several levels up. Then he climbed down, and I saw the path that he had taken to get down. Rather than getting down the same way, I wound up going over to one of the main support poles, wrapping my left leg around it and using my right leg for support, and I slid down it slowly but effortlessly. I think I may have even passed Ricky on the way down. The really strange thing was that as I slid, I didn't tilt over or anything. It was as if I was able to stand up straight the whole time I was sliding down.
Then more people were around, and we were looking at other aisles in the pallet rack area. Many of the aisles had freight boxes sticking out of them in a way that they almost formed steps. People were getting up on the stuck out portions of the boxes and climbing around, commenting on how well it was all laid out. It turned out that Ricky was the one that had put that stuff away, and it was actually because of him that things were stacked so well. (which is contrary to his normal work routine)
After that the dream ended.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
Together Forever
Em and I grew old, went to a hospital, and opted to get something like a lethal injection so we could die at the same time. We went through the process and was a little scared at first, but I just surrendered to it and let it happen. I felt myself leaving my body. Em and I saw each other again after we were dead, and we were young again and we hugged.
Friday, May 02, 2008
Alternate Version of Me
I started out at work, and Chip (a guy I used to work with in the key room) was down in the receiving office. He was talking to Toni (my supervisor) about ordering channels on the Dish Network, but all he had was a list of channel numbers and he couldn't figure out which channels they actually were. I had just come into the office and he brought the list over to me and asked me if, since I used to have Dish Network, if I remembered any of the channels. The list was dark blue with light blue writing, and there were really large blocks of empty space to write in between each channel number. Each space was over an inch tall and went halfway across the paper. There were two columns of numbers and spaces.
I looked through the list and most of them looked unfamiliar. I found channel 160 and 162 and remembered that 160 was MTV, so I wrote that on his list. As I was writing it, I kept screwing it up. I couldn't figure out why I had so much trouble writing "MTV", but I had to scribble it out and start over many times.
I eventually gave the list back to Chip, apologizing for not being able to remember more of them. After he left, I saw a small white cardboard box on my desk. I asked Toni about it and she said that Chip left it there and that I could have it. When I opened it, it had some sort of decorative wash cloth thing in it.
Then I wound up going back home to grandmamma's house. I was in the room that used to be Eric's and Matthew's (brothers) and it was huge, as if it took up the entire second floor. It was brightly and colorfully lit, and there was a twin size Tempur-pedic bed against the wall opposite of the closet. Em had showed up there, but it was almost as if I didn't know her very well yet or something because I knew that there was someone else that was supposed to be moving into that room with me, but we had a falling out and it turned out they weren't going to move in. I was either talking about this with Em or around her, and she piped up and volunteered to move in there with me. I was really happy about this. I also realized that there was a second Tempur-pedic bed in the room that was originally setup for the first person, but now Em and I could put the two side by side as if they were a single king sized bed.
I wound up going to sleep and then I woke up again. My alarm was going off and it was 3:30am just like any normal work morning. We were back in our normal bedroom in Texas and Em was there and she had just come to bed. When my alarm went off and I woke up, she got up, too.
She hadn't been feeling well the night before (which was true in waking life, too) and she had spent most of her night up and about trying to not keep me awake. When we got up, she was telling me about the stuff that she had been doing during the night. As I was looking around, I saw that all the lights and fans were on. She said something about "the skylight", and I went into the laundry room and saw that we not only had a skylight, but it was wide open and letting in a lot of heat and humidity despite the fact that it was dark out. I said something to Em about this and she apologized and I pushed the button that lowered it back into place and closed it up.
As I proceeded to the front of the house, it was suddenly very light out and sometime around 7:30 or 8am. I neared the computer room and I found that Em's parents were visiting. They were sitting on the floor just inside the front door. I said good morning to them and went into the computer room. While I was in there, they chatted a little bit with both Em and I.
While I was in the computer room, I noticed a box or crate to the left (my left) of Paul between him and the apothecary. They had just taken the lid off the box and were kind of rearranging the contents of it using a brush or scoop of some sort. I noticed that it was a box of ashes.
I was starting to wonder about it when I remembered something Em had told me earlier. (I don't think she actually said it during the course of the dream. I think it was more of a fabricated memory.) She told me that she had gone to an alternate universe or time line, and while she was there she had found me, but soon after I had died. She wound up having me cremated there, and when she came back, she brought my ashes with her.
I wound up laughing because of the strangeness of being dead and alive at the same time and everyone wound up looking at me like I was doing something very bizarre. I pointed at the box and said how weird it was that there was "an alternate version of me" in the box. No one else seemed very surprised by it, though, and just kind of shrugged it off.
After that, I messed a little bit with something I was wearing on my head. It wasn't a hat or scarf or anything that I really recognized, but it was light blue and a bit fuzzy. Paul made some sort of comment about, possibly about it making me look like a sailor or something.
About that time I think I tripped, and on my way down I noticed that Nelly's litter box was there in the living room where the CDs normally sit. There was a lot of kitty poo around on the carpet because the litter box was too full, and when I put my hand down to catch myself from falling, I gone one stuck to the palm-side of my left index finger. It was so stuck that it wouldn't even shake off.
I went into the bathroom to wash off the poo and I saw myself in the mirror. I almost looked like a "Gotti boy" or a "guido" because of how the blue thing I was wearing had pulled my hair back and made it all spiked up. When I was done washing my hands I took the thing off, but my hair persisted to look all spiked up.
Eventually I wound up leaving and driving away. Rather than driving from my house, though, it was like I was driving from my old high school. Also, even though it had been warm at the house, it was now very cold, and by the time I had gotten to the intersection at Rt. 11 there was snow on the ground. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make it slick. I was on the phone whooping and hollering to Em about how great it was that it had snowed.
The light at the intersection was green, and I wound up driving through a little too fast. I was turning left to go north, and there was a cop stopped at the light waiting for it to turn green for him to go north, too. I knew he saw me going too fast, but I was hoping that as long as I didn't slide around, it would look like it was okay and the cop wouldn't bother to pull me over. I think I made it through okay and the dream ended.
I looked through the list and most of them looked unfamiliar. I found channel 160 and 162 and remembered that 160 was MTV, so I wrote that on his list. As I was writing it, I kept screwing it up. I couldn't figure out why I had so much trouble writing "MTV", but I had to scribble it out and start over many times.
I eventually gave the list back to Chip, apologizing for not being able to remember more of them. After he left, I saw a small white cardboard box on my desk. I asked Toni about it and she said that Chip left it there and that I could have it. When I opened it, it had some sort of decorative wash cloth thing in it.
Then I wound up going back home to grandmamma's house. I was in the room that used to be Eric's and Matthew's (brothers) and it was huge, as if it took up the entire second floor. It was brightly and colorfully lit, and there was a twin size Tempur-pedic bed against the wall opposite of the closet. Em had showed up there, but it was almost as if I didn't know her very well yet or something because I knew that there was someone else that was supposed to be moving into that room with me, but we had a falling out and it turned out they weren't going to move in. I was either talking about this with Em or around her, and she piped up and volunteered to move in there with me. I was really happy about this. I also realized that there was a second Tempur-pedic bed in the room that was originally setup for the first person, but now Em and I could put the two side by side as if they were a single king sized bed.
I wound up going to sleep and then I woke up again. My alarm was going off and it was 3:30am just like any normal work morning. We were back in our normal bedroom in Texas and Em was there and she had just come to bed. When my alarm went off and I woke up, she got up, too.
She hadn't been feeling well the night before (which was true in waking life, too) and she had spent most of her night up and about trying to not keep me awake. When we got up, she was telling me about the stuff that she had been doing during the night. As I was looking around, I saw that all the lights and fans were on. She said something about "the skylight", and I went into the laundry room and saw that we not only had a skylight, but it was wide open and letting in a lot of heat and humidity despite the fact that it was dark out. I said something to Em about this and she apologized and I pushed the button that lowered it back into place and closed it up.
As I proceeded to the front of the house, it was suddenly very light out and sometime around 7:30 or 8am. I neared the computer room and I found that Em's parents were visiting. They were sitting on the floor just inside the front door. I said good morning to them and went into the computer room. While I was in there, they chatted a little bit with both Em and I.
While I was in the computer room, I noticed a box or crate to the left (my left) of Paul between him and the apothecary. They had just taken the lid off the box and were kind of rearranging the contents of it using a brush or scoop of some sort. I noticed that it was a box of ashes.
I was starting to wonder about it when I remembered something Em had told me earlier. (I don't think she actually said it during the course of the dream. I think it was more of a fabricated memory.) She told me that she had gone to an alternate universe or time line, and while she was there she had found me, but soon after I had died. She wound up having me cremated there, and when she came back, she brought my ashes with her.
I wound up laughing because of the strangeness of being dead and alive at the same time and everyone wound up looking at me like I was doing something very bizarre. I pointed at the box and said how weird it was that there was "an alternate version of me" in the box. No one else seemed very surprised by it, though, and just kind of shrugged it off.
After that, I messed a little bit with something I was wearing on my head. It wasn't a hat or scarf or anything that I really recognized, but it was light blue and a bit fuzzy. Paul made some sort of comment about, possibly about it making me look like a sailor or something.
About that time I think I tripped, and on my way down I noticed that Nelly's litter box was there in the living room where the CDs normally sit. There was a lot of kitty poo around on the carpet because the litter box was too full, and when I put my hand down to catch myself from falling, I gone one stuck to the palm-side of my left index finger. It was so stuck that it wouldn't even shake off.
I went into the bathroom to wash off the poo and I saw myself in the mirror. I almost looked like a "Gotti boy" or a "guido" because of how the blue thing I was wearing had pulled my hair back and made it all spiked up. When I was done washing my hands I took the thing off, but my hair persisted to look all spiked up.
Eventually I wound up leaving and driving away. Rather than driving from my house, though, it was like I was driving from my old high school. Also, even though it had been warm at the house, it was now very cold, and by the time I had gotten to the intersection at Rt. 11 there was snow on the ground. It wasn't much, but it was enough to make it slick. I was on the phone whooping and hollering to Em about how great it was that it had snowed.
The light at the intersection was green, and I wound up driving through a little too fast. I was turning left to go north, and there was a cop stopped at the light waiting for it to turn green for him to go north, too. I knew he saw me going too fast, but I was hoping that as long as I didn't slide around, it would look like it was okay and the cop wouldn't bother to pull me over. I think I made it through okay and the dream ended.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Destroying the House
I started out on my grandparents farm out by the dairy barn. I'm not sure why I was there or what was going on for the most part. There was a little shack of a house there, just out from the left side of the barn. This little house was very very little. It was only about 4 feet tall on the inside, and maybe about four feet wide by eight feet long. It was a lot like a little play house or something. The inside of this house had hard wood floors and two rooms. One was specifically supposed to be a bedroom, and the other was supposed to be a kitchen/dining area. There were at least two other people there with me. One of them was Em, and I'm not 100% sure who the other one was. It may have been Pete from work, or it may have been Sandy from the church I used to go to. Either way, this house was supposed to be for them.
I think Pete/Sandy had left, and so it was just Em and I left there. I think there was something that happened where I caused the house to be destroyed, but I'm not exactly sure how. Actually, this house may have been the second one. There may have been a "first house" that was supposed to belong to them, but that one was the one that was destroyed.
Shortly after all of this, I wound up leaving with Em. I'm not sure if I was thinking back or if this was actually something that was supposed to be happening anew, but we wound up at a bigger house that was supposed to be in Savannah, Georgia but it was all dilapidated and falling apart. What I mean is, that in the dream, I knew that there was a house I had lived in that was in Savannah, and I had destroyed it previously. As I started thinking about it, that seemed to be the main direction that the dream took: replaying a supposed memory as if it were the actual dream in progress.
Anyway, Em and I went in the front door. Going inside, the house was totally demolished inside. The ceilings had fallen in, and the walls were just the bare two-by-fours, but all the wood looked very old and rotten, as if it had once been part of an old barn or something. The wood was all dark gray and black, but it was just very heavily weathered, not burnt. The layout of the house was a little weird. There seemed to be a total of four rooms. One was the living room, and it was a pretty big room that ran across the whole front of the house and literally took up half the house. The second half was the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom, and each one had a door that led into the living room. The way to the kitchen was pretty big, as if it were a double door of sorts. It was in the middle. The bathroom was on the left and the bathroom was on the right. It was kind of like this, with the front door at the bottom in the middle:
| bath | kitchen | bedroom |
| living room | ||
We were looking around, and I started thinking again about what had happened in this house when I lived there:
I had been in the living room, and everything looked very normal (still the same old rotten looking wood, but assembled correctly) but old. I had setup something that would cause the house to pretty much implode on request. When I made it implode (I'm not exactly sure how I did so, but it may have been via telekinesis of some sort) I was using various types of mental energy, such as telekinesis, to keep the falling house off of me and to keep me safe. It was kind of a practice that I was doing to build this ability. Then I would do something that would cause everything to move in reverse and rebuild the house in a matter of a few seconds and then I'd do it all over again.
I did this one time while Em was there, and she was appalled that I was doing this to a house. She didn't think I should be tearing the house apart at all because it was "a perfectly good house," and I couldn't convince her that I was able to fix it just like it had been. At the same time, I did have a little bit of doubt that it was as good as it had been in the first place. It seems that the house was getting weaker and weaker each time I performed the stunt, and eventually it wouldn't stay up on it's own anymore.
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Church Fakery
There was some horrible and catastrophic event in Pleasant Valley Church, and I think I caused it, but I was pretending to be knocked out so it didn't look like I did it. People were running around to and fro trying to fix/avoid whatever was going on, and I was just laying there acting like I was unconscious or dead. Eventually I got up and acted like I was okay but woozie.
After a little bit, I wound up on the balcony, and I was talking to a girl that was there that had long straight dark hair that had her bangs cut straight across in a sort of Betty Paige style.
I don't remember what happened after talking to her, but I went back downstairs, and I was waiting for someone to show up. The dream ended after that.
After a little bit, I wound up on the balcony, and I was talking to a girl that was there that had long straight dark hair that had her bangs cut straight across in a sort of Betty Paige style.
I don't remember what happened after talking to her, but I went back downstairs, and I was waiting for someone to show up. The dream ended after that.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Amityville Church
[This dream takes place on a spot along my old school bus route. It's just off of Keezletown Road on a road called Chapel Hill Lane. Right at the peak of Chapel Hill was where the road went from being paved to being a dirt road and the road entered the woods. There was a small white church there too, just before one hits the dirt road, but just inside of the woods.]
I was traveling (I'm not sure if I was walking, driving, or other) along Keezletown Road in Weyers Cave, Va, and I turned onto Chapel Hill Lane. At the top of the small hill was a little church. The church looked very old and run down. It was very dark, and almost looked like an old and decrepit house rather than a church. It was kind of dark and stormy looking outside, which enhanced the effect.
I wound up going up to the church, and I realized that even though it was run down, it could use some nice Christmas lights to help liven it up. I'm not sure why I thought Christmas lights would do the trick, but I just thought they would.
I went around back of the church and was looking around a little bit, trying to figure out the best way to get up onto the roof and start putting up the lights. While I was looking around, there was something strange that started surfacing. I somehow realized that there were terrible things that had gone on at the church. There were murders of children that had happened there, and either the guy that did the murders was still there, or he had died as well and he was haunting the place.
I thought for a moment about letting that scare me away, but I decided that I needed to put the lights up anyway. Em (my wife) was there with me, at least for a little bit of the time, and she was helping me with the lights. I climbed up onto the roof on the back side of the church. The roof back there was just a single story roof, but farther in towards the center of the house, there was a second story. From the position I was starting in, the second story wall was on my right and the edge of the roof I was on was on my left.
I started using a staple gun or an air nailer, and I was putting up a string of lights that had the big bulbs on it. I was actually putting them on the roof itself rather than across the face of the eves. I was following a rectangular pattern where I started about a foot away from the edge of the roof, went to the edge, along the edge for about a foot and a half, and then back up away from the edge, kind of like this: |_||_||_||_||_|
When I got near the far end of the roof, the wind started picking up and it got a bit colder. There was something sort of like a recessed dormer window that I was trying to work around when the guy that had murdered the children showed up. He looked like Anthony Hopkins, and he was very angry that I was putting the lights up. He looked kind of like he was dressed up sort of like the main bad guy in the movie "The Cell". He had a big robe or cape, and an ornate head piece, as if he thought he was some sort of emperor or something. He was out from the left edge of the roof (opposite of the second story portion of the house)
I wound up having a lot of silverware there with me, so I started taking the forks and throwing them at the guy as if they were throwing knives. The forks seemed to be weighted kind of like throwing knives, too, so they spun nicely and had a good bit of weight behind them which kept good momentum, even in the strong winds that were blowing. I threw fork after fork, missing him with most of them, but hitting him with a few. Some of them glanced off of him because they hit with the wrong end, but there were a couple that the pronged end found their mark and stuck in him. One hit him in the head, and another hit him in his shoulder or chest. Despite hitting him and sticking him with a few, he wasn't moving around at all. He stayed stationary, yelling at me, and possibly even throwing things at me. By "things", it was either the forks I had already thrown at him, or it was something like shots of magical/spiritual energy. It seemed to waver between the two.
During this time, I'm not sure what happened with Em. It seems like she was still around, but he wasn't paying any attention to the fact that she was there. He was just concerned with me. Also during this time, my brother Eric may have shown up and helped me out. It seems that there was a brief stint where we actually went inside the church directly under where I had been putting up the lights on the roof, and we were looking for something. I'm not exactly sure what we were looking for, but it was either something like evidence that the guy had killed the children, or we were looking for something to dispel him with. That could be where we got the silverware from originally.
After a bit of this went on for a while, I wound up back on the ground, and I had gotten a sword from somewhere. It was a thin sword that reminded me a bit of a fencing foil or a rapier. I went around to the same end of the church where I had started putting on the lights, and I started slashing at the exterior of the house. Little by little, I was making thin slices in the wall. The guy was yelling at me to stop, but I kept going. After slashing for a while, there was a section of the house (about 4 feet wide) that kind of peeled off the rest of the house. It was almost as if it were on hinges and it just swung away to my right, exposing another wall inside. I started slashing at this wall, too. Since the second wall was an interior wall, there were openings in it that allowed me into the rest of the church. I wound up going inside.
I'm not sure what happened at this point, but it was something that resulted in what felt like the defeat of the murderer. Everything felt clean and new, and a significant amount of time went by. There was a new house that Em and I had built that was about 500 feet away from the remains of the church, off the same end from where I had originally started putting up the lights. We were looking at the house with satisfaction and we started walking towards it. It was night time out.
Only after taking a few steps, the sky opened up, and this big ring of light came flashing downwards and went completely around the new house. It did something that almost looked like it splashed as it hit, and then the house started to change. The shrubs out front grew legs and turned into large animal like shapes. The house now had "wounds" on it that bled and were several feet long. There was an evil laughter that emitted from it at this point, and we realized that the murderer had come back and was now haunting our new house.
We somehow got inside the new house, and there were clones of this guy running around all over the place. Some of them were destroying things, some were chasing after us, and some were just standing around and were willing to help us out if we asked.
I still had the sword with me, and I was slashing at the various clones of the guy, but it didn't seem to be doing any good because I could only hit one at a time. One of the clones was in the kitchen and he had me to come in there at one point. He held up a green glass bottle that was supposed to be a wine bottle. He told me if I could slash off the bottom end of it, I could use that more effectively than the sword because it would allow me to hit all of the clones around me at the same time.
I started slashing at it but I seemed to be making very little progress. I kept trying, and eventually not only did the bottom of it break off, but so did the neck of the bottle. I now had no way to hold on to it to use it, and I realized that the clone that was "helping" me knew that this would happen and it turned out he wasn't helping me at all. I started to get very angry, but I was frightened at the same time because I didn't know what to do, and then I woke up.
I was traveling (I'm not sure if I was walking, driving, or other) along Keezletown Road in Weyers Cave, Va, and I turned onto Chapel Hill Lane. At the top of the small hill was a little church. The church looked very old and run down. It was very dark, and almost looked like an old and decrepit house rather than a church. It was kind of dark and stormy looking outside, which enhanced the effect.
I wound up going up to the church, and I realized that even though it was run down, it could use some nice Christmas lights to help liven it up. I'm not sure why I thought Christmas lights would do the trick, but I just thought they would.
I went around back of the church and was looking around a little bit, trying to figure out the best way to get up onto the roof and start putting up the lights. While I was looking around, there was something strange that started surfacing. I somehow realized that there were terrible things that had gone on at the church. There were murders of children that had happened there, and either the guy that did the murders was still there, or he had died as well and he was haunting the place.
I thought for a moment about letting that scare me away, but I decided that I needed to put the lights up anyway. Em (my wife) was there with me, at least for a little bit of the time, and she was helping me with the lights. I climbed up onto the roof on the back side of the church. The roof back there was just a single story roof, but farther in towards the center of the house, there was a second story. From the position I was starting in, the second story wall was on my right and the edge of the roof I was on was on my left.
I started using a staple gun or an air nailer, and I was putting up a string of lights that had the big bulbs on it. I was actually putting them on the roof itself rather than across the face of the eves. I was following a rectangular pattern where I started about a foot away from the edge of the roof, went to the edge, along the edge for about a foot and a half, and then back up away from the edge, kind of like this: |_||_||_||_||_|
When I got near the far end of the roof, the wind started picking up and it got a bit colder. There was something sort of like a recessed dormer window that I was trying to work around when the guy that had murdered the children showed up. He looked like Anthony Hopkins, and he was very angry that I was putting the lights up. He looked kind of like he was dressed up sort of like the main bad guy in the movie "The Cell". He had a big robe or cape, and an ornate head piece, as if he thought he was some sort of emperor or something. He was out from the left edge of the roof (opposite of the second story portion of the house)
I wound up having a lot of silverware there with me, so I started taking the forks and throwing them at the guy as if they were throwing knives. The forks seemed to be weighted kind of like throwing knives, too, so they spun nicely and had a good bit of weight behind them which kept good momentum, even in the strong winds that were blowing. I threw fork after fork, missing him with most of them, but hitting him with a few. Some of them glanced off of him because they hit with the wrong end, but there were a couple that the pronged end found their mark and stuck in him. One hit him in the head, and another hit him in his shoulder or chest. Despite hitting him and sticking him with a few, he wasn't moving around at all. He stayed stationary, yelling at me, and possibly even throwing things at me. By "things", it was either the forks I had already thrown at him, or it was something like shots of magical/spiritual energy. It seemed to waver between the two.
During this time, I'm not sure what happened with Em. It seems like she was still around, but he wasn't paying any attention to the fact that she was there. He was just concerned with me. Also during this time, my brother Eric may have shown up and helped me out. It seems that there was a brief stint where we actually went inside the church directly under where I had been putting up the lights on the roof, and we were looking for something. I'm not exactly sure what we were looking for, but it was either something like evidence that the guy had killed the children, or we were looking for something to dispel him with. That could be where we got the silverware from originally.
After a bit of this went on for a while, I wound up back on the ground, and I had gotten a sword from somewhere. It was a thin sword that reminded me a bit of a fencing foil or a rapier. I went around to the same end of the church where I had started putting on the lights, and I started slashing at the exterior of the house. Little by little, I was making thin slices in the wall. The guy was yelling at me to stop, but I kept going. After slashing for a while, there was a section of the house (about 4 feet wide) that kind of peeled off the rest of the house. It was almost as if it were on hinges and it just swung away to my right, exposing another wall inside. I started slashing at this wall, too. Since the second wall was an interior wall, there were openings in it that allowed me into the rest of the church. I wound up going inside.
I'm not sure what happened at this point, but it was something that resulted in what felt like the defeat of the murderer. Everything felt clean and new, and a significant amount of time went by. There was a new house that Em and I had built that was about 500 feet away from the remains of the church, off the same end from where I had originally started putting up the lights. We were looking at the house with satisfaction and we started walking towards it. It was night time out.
Only after taking a few steps, the sky opened up, and this big ring of light came flashing downwards and went completely around the new house. It did something that almost looked like it splashed as it hit, and then the house started to change. The shrubs out front grew legs and turned into large animal like shapes. The house now had "wounds" on it that bled and were several feet long. There was an evil laughter that emitted from it at this point, and we realized that the murderer had come back and was now haunting our new house.
We somehow got inside the new house, and there were clones of this guy running around all over the place. Some of them were destroying things, some were chasing after us, and some were just standing around and were willing to help us out if we asked.
I still had the sword with me, and I was slashing at the various clones of the guy, but it didn't seem to be doing any good because I could only hit one at a time. One of the clones was in the kitchen and he had me to come in there at one point. He held up a green glass bottle that was supposed to be a wine bottle. He told me if I could slash off the bottom end of it, I could use that more effectively than the sword because it would allow me to hit all of the clones around me at the same time.
I started slashing at it but I seemed to be making very little progress. I kept trying, and eventually not only did the bottom of it break off, but so did the neck of the bottle. I now had no way to hold on to it to use it, and I realized that the clone that was "helping" me knew that this would happen and it turned out he wasn't helping me at all. I started to get very angry, but I was frightened at the same time because I didn't know what to do, and then I woke up.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Track Practice and Ice Cubes
I was at my old high school, and I was supposed to be there for track and cross country running practice. It was a bit of an odd thing because I knew I had already graduated years ago, but I was there anyway.
So I wound up leaving the gymnasium area with some of the people from school that I ran track and cross country with, and we were running around the school grounds and various areas just beyond. It was strange because there was a lot to the surrounding areas. It was almost like an amusement park or city park type of area rather than the open fields and hills that I knew in waking life.
As I ran, I found I was able to run using huge strides, which allowed me to go very fast, and I was able to do it for long periods of time. I was surprised that I wasn't getting tired out like I thought I would, but I just kept going with it and enjoyed it.
There were others that were faster than me and others that were slower, and the path that we were running wound back on itself in various places. So I wound up passing people that were running the opposite direction from me because they had either already looped around or I had. The path seemed to go through these areas where there were very tall pine trees on the side of a hill, and there were gravel roads or dirt paths for us to run on. There were also strange features around, kind of like large fountains or something.
After we were done running, I wound up making my way back to the locker room. While I was in there, I wound up having a great need for ice cubes. I think I was throwing them or something, but I just know it seemed like I really needed them.
I then left for a while, like I either went to class or went home or something, but then I came back do the gymnasium area again later for P.E. class. I hadn't changed yet and I wound up asking some of the girls that were there in the gym already about the ice cubes. They started kind of joking with me and making fun of me for needing the ice cubes. They weren't doing it in a mean way. It was like we were all good friends and they were just picking on me, and I was laughing about it, too.
It turned out that the only place there was an ice machine was in the girls' locker room. I guess I didn't really see that as being a big deal, and so I wound up going in there to look for it. There were some girls in there just standing or sitting around and talking. No one was changing or anything. They laughed when they saw me in there, and I was acting goofy like I was trying not to look at them even though I knew they weren't undressed at all.
I eventually found the ice machine by the bathroom, and I think the dream ended before I even got out of the locker room.
So I wound up leaving the gymnasium area with some of the people from school that I ran track and cross country with, and we were running around the school grounds and various areas just beyond. It was strange because there was a lot to the surrounding areas. It was almost like an amusement park or city park type of area rather than the open fields and hills that I knew in waking life.
As I ran, I found I was able to run using huge strides, which allowed me to go very fast, and I was able to do it for long periods of time. I was surprised that I wasn't getting tired out like I thought I would, but I just kept going with it and enjoyed it.
There were others that were faster than me and others that were slower, and the path that we were running wound back on itself in various places. So I wound up passing people that were running the opposite direction from me because they had either already looped around or I had. The path seemed to go through these areas where there were very tall pine trees on the side of a hill, and there were gravel roads or dirt paths for us to run on. There were also strange features around, kind of like large fountains or something.
After we were done running, I wound up making my way back to the locker room. While I was in there, I wound up having a great need for ice cubes. I think I was throwing them or something, but I just know it seemed like I really needed them.
I then left for a while, like I either went to class or went home or something, but then I came back do the gymnasium area again later for P.E. class. I hadn't changed yet and I wound up asking some of the girls that were there in the gym already about the ice cubes. They started kind of joking with me and making fun of me for needing the ice cubes. They weren't doing it in a mean way. It was like we were all good friends and they were just picking on me, and I was laughing about it, too.
It turned out that the only place there was an ice machine was in the girls' locker room. I guess I didn't really see that as being a big deal, and so I wound up going in there to look for it. There were some girls in there just standing or sitting around and talking. No one was changing or anything. They laughed when they saw me in there, and I was acting goofy like I was trying not to look at them even though I knew they weren't undressed at all.
I eventually found the ice machine by the bathroom, and I think the dream ended before I even got out of the locker room.
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