Lil Bub, starving birds and a boulder that must be moved

I had a dream that we had Lil Bub. We must have adopted her after her fame had receded. It occurred to me that we could let people hang out with her for money. Why didn't her original owner think of this? (oh, he did) Then I realized the ocean-front cabin we had been staying in had many birds in cages, that I had simply forgotten to feed and water. I hurried in the dream, dreading losing one of them, so upset that I could let this happen. They all survived but they were starving.

There was an old Chevy van on the beach. We needed to move this boulder but no one could figure out how to get it in the van.

"Won't the tires sink into the sand?" "You'll have to drive on the more solid parts. "

japanese passwords flu nightmare

Jan 02, 2014 9:45am came down with a power-illness-flu yesterday. then i had a horrible dream that i had to log in to 4 separate computers using 4 different logins (japanese names and all japanese characters) and if i didn't, then i couldn't dream any further, or get any rest. i must have woken up about 50 times and each time i felt like the world was ending, people were standing around waiting on me... and i was trying to remember passwords i never had in a language i don't know. yuck

new dream: plane crash w/ video

So I had this bonkers dream last night. I was in Las Vegas, by myself for some reason. I was staying at this small, light-green stucco hotel. There were small tents around the perimeter, people selling stuff. A small market. There was no grass, only sandy dirt. Some palm trees around. Vegas skyline off in the distance.

I got off the phone and noticed two 747 jumbo jets both taking off at the same time, they were huge in the sky. One above the other, coming my direction. What a perfect view, I thought. I got out my phone and started to take a photo, but it was set to video. As soon as I think to change it, one plane pulls up and runs straight into the bottom of the plane above it. Massive explosion. both planes careen downward and look to be coming right at me.

I am still standing there, dumbfounded, holding my phone taking video of the whole thing. I finally come to my senses and my legs shake as I turn to run into the hotel. "Inside!" I yell to people running around me. I feel like the whole place is going to be crushed at any second, and I'm scrambling to find a bathroom or room without a window. I go through some doors and finally find a bathroom corner as I hear crashing noises. A girl runs by and I tell her to hunker down in the corner too. I pull the door open to block any flying glass. And we wait.

Things get really quiet. I'm expecting destruction, but it never comes. Eventually 10 minutes or so pass and I go outside to see what happened. As pass the threshold of the main entrance, both planes hit the ground in giant fireballs on both sides of the hotel. A gust of hot air and dust blows from all directions. Aside from some dirt in my eye, I am uscathed.

People start running out and yelling. Some are running to help survivors. A firetruck blows past. I am looking at my footage and it's a perfect HD shot of the planes hitting each other and exploding. I spend the next few dream sequences frustratingly talking to news outlets trying to get the best offer for my footage. Other people are selling their footage and they are either terrible angles from a security cam or they start right after the explosion. I know I will finally sell it, but I get distracted, as some old friends come to see me. As we're talking, I am still in the same clothes as during the accident. Time hasn't passed for me more than 15 minutes, but a day or two has gone by for everyone else. I tell my friends how I was worried about the planes hitting me but I knew they probably wouldn't. As we sit on an outside deck of the hotel, one of the planes is being carted past on a giant flatbed. There is a huge hole just behind the cabin. Everyone oohs and aahs. I'm still wondering who's gonna pay for this footage.

the end?

buddy buddy w trump

Nov 26, 2013 10:18am had a dream I was buddy buddy w Donald trump, and asked him if my friend Keith Bergman could get free nights at the trump related hotels while traveling around the country doing stand-up... But trump said "no way" cause Keith allegedly did a trump bit in his act. hohoho

johnny cash's weird, clown horror house in gas city

so this morning's weirdo dream: 

i was riding in a pickup truck with a high school friend. we were driving through gas city indiana, but it looked like a war zone. or detroit. rows of empty houses and urban blight. some houses were just frames.

as we drove along i saw a row of really tall houses. one was tall like a church but it had a room built on top of a spire, and it went out to the left. against the laws of physics and good architecture. i had my friend stop the truck so i could get a photo of it with my phone.

once i got out i noticed all the tall trees around it. none of them had any leaves. the street was just dried dirt. as i'm moving to get a better shot i realize that the house has a large tree running through the center of it that i hadn't noticed. it appears to be supporting the house all the way up to the top spire and weird room.

 then the dream shifts and now i'm a different person, with a family. there are a bunch of kids getting out of the car to look at the same house and i am telling them to stay together. as we get closer to the house i am telling everyone the house has a name, like the 'wilson house' or the 'fountain ace house' but i can't remember.


it dawns on me that i am showing the house to this family, and i am warning the kids to stay away because the house is haunted and it's not safe. and also that johnny cash is the person who owns the house, although he is angry with me for wanting to show it. he specifically told me not to show the house because of the evil that lurks inside.

i lead the kids around to the side of the house, they want to get in and explore. on that side of the house is a large garage door that is covered in clown lights, just like the circus circus sign in las vegas. apparently the house was used for a horror movie involving clowns. eventually johnny cash pulls up, and boy is he angry.
 
the end?

little healer cry - locked in the printer room

This morning's dream: 

we were at some psychic gathering, there were large polished minerals on a glass table. people were crowding around. i saw a 'for sale or trade' sticker on one white marble looking stone. suddenly a little person nudged me. she had light brown feathered hair and a maroon shirt. brown pants. she said she was a healer. i said "heal me" and she grabbed my sides and put her head against me. for a few moments we stood there. then she stepped back and asked if i felt better. i didn't really but i told her i did. my wife and i started to walk away and she smiled. i looked back a few seconds later and the woman was holding her head and crying.

now i'm alone in a room with a bunch of expensive looking printers. one is the size of a car. it's dimly lit. a man comes in and i'm surprised to see him. he is here to do the repair. he presses a button and the top half of the giant printer moves up and creates an opening. he leans in and does some fixing with his tools. i retreat to a smaller room. the man finally leaves and the door locks behind him. i have a cot in the small room and a small radio. it's like i'm waiting for something. suddenly on the radio there is a break in the static and a voice says there are tornadoes outside of Cincinnati. another voice breaks in and corrects the first voice, saying it's south of Cincinnati. the first voice comes back and says "Kentucky, whatever". then a different voice breaks in and says "Tornadoes in Carmel Indiana!" and the lights go out. i'm in pitch blackness. i realize the doors are electronically locked and no one is going to find me. i'm going to starve to death. the fear wakes me up.
 

bits and pieces

I've had bits and pieces of dreams recently, but they are fleeting. Sometimes when i wake up the dream is right there and i make a mental note to type up as much as i can remember. But later, when it occurs to me that i forgot, the mental note is completely disintegrated, and i'm lucky if i can remember anything.

that being said, this week i had a few dreams that are partially intact. there was one where the band was employed by Prince and we had to record black metal songs as he saw fit.

this morning, or maybe yesterday morning, there was something about having (or finding) a huge stash of old 45rpm singles. there were literally boxes and boxes of them. some of them were priceless and i wanted to sort through them, but my wife wanted me to throw them out.

another dream involved a government mandated evacuation of our area (yet it wasn't my recognizable area) and after rounding up 7 kids (!!) that i don't have, i found myself trying to find which books i wanted to bring, then realizing i hadn't packed up all the animals. and we didn't have enough animal carriers for all of them. at some point i screamed that i didn't believe in the fake government catastrophe and would stay here and die with my animals if that came to be. frustrating to say the least.

there was one other dream that had some scenario that i can't even remember now... except the anguish of being stuck in this frustrating scene that never ended. it was like i kept coming back to the same spot and couldn't find a resolution. and that felt like it went on for hours and hours. i can clearly remember that feeling but not the scenario or setting. weird.

miami cop at the casino w bruno mars

Sep 13, 2013 11:16am had a dream i was a miami cop and my cop partner and i went to the casino with bruno mars (and i had to loan him some gambling monies)

heavy metal video shoot

this morning's dream was disturbing.

i was shooting a music video, for an unnamed metal band. we did an open casting call and had 3 or 4 film crews show up as well. in a big greyish blue, 'haunted house' themed room, there were about 40 or 50 metalheads surrounding the 'band' (which i couldn't see). one of the film crew guys took over and started yelling directions. the music started and everyone was pumping their fists and raging into the cameras. then the violence started. i can't tell if they were fighting or stabbing one another, but when the guy yelled "cut!" everyone was fine. there was a brief period where people stood around while the footage from each film crew was reviewed. then someone dismissed all the film crews except the one with the best footage. except this someone was also in that film crew. it was also at this time the rest of the film crews found out they wouldn't be compensated for their time. they packed their gear and left. i wanted to at least see what footage they had, but things were already moving on without me.

they started shooting some b-roll shots. everyone was cleared out of the room except a sword wielding ninja-metal guy. tape is rolling and sword ninja is going bonkers, slashing everything. his big finale was slicing the back wall in half from the top down. when he did, he also split a face in half that was just behind the drywall. it came forward and got stuck as blood oozed out. everyone freaked. but was it real? i was sure it was a fan hiding in the set but later convinced myself it was a prop.

a bunch more stuff happened in that sequence that i can't remember.

later i was sitting on a concrete porch of a house next to a gas station. there were about 8 'mourners' dressed in robes with hoods outside in the grass. a friend came up and asked what they were doing here. i told them they were in mourning and had been here for days, maybe weeks. he said so and so died a few years ago and left in disgust.

the end?

the shopping mall band feat. biz markie

this morning i had a dream i was stealing dinnerware from a Shoneys type restaurant. i was dressed like i worked there, jamming silverware in my apron, filling a cart with glasses, pitchers, whatever, and rolling them out to the parking lot.

later, i met lara spencer from good morning america at the shopping mall. she seemed to be strung out and you could tell she'd been crying. she had a sad story about being dumped repeatedly so i felt sorry for her. later we became an item.

at some point she aged 40 years and we started a band to make a living (all in the shopping mall). the band wasn't making any money but we ran into biz markie who was also looking for a gig, so we asked him to join. the three of us played in front of the fountain at the mall, 24-7. hoping to catch the pennies people were using for wishes, i think.

the end?

every band needs an underground bunker in the woods

dream this morning:

there's a conversation about rain barrels and we're near some cleared farm land. we take a ride deep into the woods on a dirt road. the woods look very much like the ones behind my childhood home. after a while we come to a nondescript black structure that looks like it's made out of solid graphite. i can't see a roof. it's about the size of a small garage.

inside is an elevator that goes down four stories into the earth. there's some popular rock band who took their millions and built it. they are a bunch of professional skaters. they sound like Minus the Bear or whatever that style is called. it's part fallout shelter, part underground fortress and part rehearsal space. everything is flat black and coated with metal or marble. they tell me it's a 'long term construction' and 'friends can come over'.

on the second level down we stop. one of the guys in the band tells me he's been working on this 'sculpture' which is actually a carving into a wall between two elevators. it looks like he started with one thing and then changed his mind. he's asking my opinion. should it be a cartoonish image of a guy chugging a beer? i tell him 'i guess so?' but deep down i think it looks really dumb. i think one of the guys in the band was a huge drug addict (and is dead or off in rehab) and maybe the first version was him shooting up or something, then they modified the sculpture to be about drinking too much. either way it sucks.

we go down to the bottom level. there's an 'underground metal' show going on (pun intended?). i think it's a noisy metalcore band called Basilisk. it's so packed the crowd is halfway up the emergency stairs. i decide to wait until it's over. i run into some Coffinworm dudes and we're talking about how every band needs an underground fortress.

finally the noisy band is done and people are taking the elevators. the crowd thins so i go down the stairs and Monster Magnet is setting up. nobody in this crowd knows who they are, and those that do don't even care. i'm waiting for them to start jamming out in this underground bunker and it gets really cold. it's so cold i think there must be a ghost sucking the energy out of the room. as i turn to mention the ghostly cold to someone, i realize i am in bed, sleeping. my arm is hanging over the ice cold air blowing from a vent . then i'm awake and i can't get back to the bunker. show goes on without me. fak.

the end?

george takei as jane roberts?

Jul 17, 2013 9:38am so i had a dream they were making a big budget movie about the seth material and i was going to be in it, but george takei was playing jane.

the mad scientist wants to live

i had a dream that i was a mad scientist who looked exactly like david bowie. my main focus was research on the undead. i had done very bad things in studying them and may have killed some people in order to watch them turn (although that is based purely on the overwhelming guilt i felt). 

there was a bunch of them in my basement and somehow they had escaped their cages. in the melee, i was attacked and bitten. my strange looking (ann coulter?) scientist wife and i may have unwittingly released the undead on the city. we were on the run. we ended up in an abandoned school bus, tending to our wounds. i decided to take the suicide pills. 

my wife left. (to get help?) i lay bleeding in a fevered state in the back of the school bus... waiting to die. consciousness faded in and out. shifting between reincarnational existences. one was myself yet not myself in a different time, a different band. another one i was black and in prison. i faded to myself in bed, still not clarifying that it was a dream. the focus shifted back to the scientist in the bus.

i was remembering now, memories of the scientist. there was a large open park with hills and ponds. a small bike path ran through it. i was on my  bicycle riding through, and near the end of the trail there was a small house. i saw a pile of sunflower plants and decided to steal them. but it was nearly impossible to ride the bike and carry them all.

i wake up on the bus and my wife is there. i tell her i don't want to die, i think i can survive the suicide pills. i feel terrible though. weak and sick. she looks at me like i'm already dead. like she's already moved on. but my survival instincts are kicking in, i'm going to make it. although i will probably end up on the run for the rest of my life.

then i wake up in my own bed, feeling awful. feeling like i carried the effect of the pills into this life. 'i don't wanna die from a dream pill' i think to myself. 'no one will know what happened... uhhh' and then i wrote down the dream and went back to sleep.

the end?