Sunday, January 11, 2015

I dreamed I was swimming off the Ocean Grove beach and dived down, down, down. A shark appeared and started biting my leg. This was one of those dreams where you actually feel the biting, and I woke up. Probly sleeping on my leg weird.


I dreamed I was in some kind of spaceship that had landed on the moon. The interior was like one of the old brick-and-mortar schoolhouses you get here in Jersey. There were hundreds of us in there; the school marms were evacuating the joint. There were three other spaceships nearby that we were to evacuate to--these would fly us back to Earth. But you had to run outside on the inhospitable planet surface to get to them, just holding your breath. I didn't want to go. I got separated from Jenofur and the kids. They were ushered off to another spaceship. Finally an old giant of a woman, one of the school chaperones, grabbed me in a modified headlock and dragged me, gasping, across the dusty planet to the waiting spaceship.


I dreamed I joined the local fire department. The firehouse was a towering, open-air wooden structure, like a three-story barn. Chickens and all. Old engines just lying around. Everybody had mustaches.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

I dreamed that I lived in a castle-like hotel, made of wrought iron and large, heavy stones. There lived at least two sets of strange beings inside this hotel. The Piemen were these anthropomorphic pies that had exceedingly well-groomed mustaches and pranced about bearing large trays, feeding the hotel's guests. On the other side were the Thieves, who were like garden gnomes clad in heavy armor who would steal food from atop the Piemen's trays. They had an arrangement whereby they then split the food with the Piemen, who were abetting their thievery.

Things went south when the hotel lost business. Less guests meant less food, less food meant conflict between the Piemen and the Thieves. I was among the latter, and at one point the Piemen declared all-out war, pinning three of us in the attic of the hotel. They then set fire to the upper floors. Us Thieves, not wanting to die, flung ourselves out the window and proceeded to slide down roofs and gutters, desperately trying to escape.

Thursday, September 04, 2014

I dreamed my brother and I had been enslaved and were working in a dingy office behind filthy glass somewhere in an old decrepit building in Jersey City. The slavemasters were a large, talking lizard and its lackey, a giant who constantly wore football gear. We'd been there for years, slaving away, doing mundane office tasks. There was never an opportunity to break free. My wife and family must miss me, I thought. Then one day the football guy left, and, by chance, I tripped the lizard and rammed its head against two pegs that were protruding from a nearby desk. Black blood rolled down its sad face as its eyes rolled, expressionless, in their sockets. I felt victorious at that moment--freedom was within our grasp. With its dying breaths, the lizard told my brother and I just why we'd been enslaved and what the meaning of our work was, but I can't remember a thing about it.