Dreamcatcher

[Avernale]

The number four in Japanese, "Shi," also means "Death."  It's treated like the number 13 in the West, so much so that people have taken to calling the number "Yon" instead.

Anyway, this scene is somewhere in the middle of my dream, I think, I just don't remember the rest of it:
I'm walking through my kitchen at night.  I'm aware that my house is crowded with extended family who, because dream logic, apparently decided to spend the night in my two-bedroom bungalow.  Nevertheless, as I approach the living room I see a shadowy figure walking towards and feel threatened.  So much so that I reach out and grab them to keep them from walking into me.  Then, in the dim light, I realize I have my hands around the neck of a black boy, possibly early teens.  Not enough to strangle him, but I realize I've made a major faux-pas and apologize before eventually letting go.  He stares at me blankly, apparently unfazed, and tells me he needs to talk to my dad.  My dad, as it turns out, is sleeping in my bed, which annoys me greatly because I'm tired and want to sleep but I'm not willing to share my bed.

[Captain Maltese]

The number four in Japanese, "Shi," also means "Death."  It's treated like the number 13 in the West, so much so that people have taken to calling the number "Yon" instead.

I have never heard of this before. Intriguing. Thank you.

[Captain Maltese]

A nightmare last night. I am driving in traffic and am slowly losing control of the car. The car is fine, the traffic is fine, the road is fine, the weather is fine. I am the problem. Why I don't know. Influence of drugs, meds, alcohol? Illness? Tiredness? I can feel myself increasingly struggling to make the curves without sliding off the road. I brake later and later. I drive into a parking lot and slide into one of the parked cars. I ignore this and drive out back into traffic, then drive into a crowded roadabout against the one way direction.

[Captain Maltese]

I'm on a bus. There are other passengers. I am drinking wine from a cup. A woman talks to me. She is kind. I think that once I would have talked with her, but I don't do that sort of thing any more. I arrive at a building, a center of some kind. Inside it is like a hotel or hostel; a number of floors around an open plaza with many doors into living units. But I can't find mine. I can't remember the room number, and keep walking and trying doors. Eventually I try to get hold of the staff, which seem pretty cold. They indicate that I have been gone AWOL for a while and my stuff may no longer be in a room but in a locker. I end up looking into storage hall shelves for my things. I realize I am in a home for alcoholics and that my memory is drowning, and it hurts.

I think I am cutting alcohol for a while forward.

[Captain Maltese]

I dreamed I was looking at some shelves in a wardrobe. They were very old and clunky and I was thinking of rebuilding them when I noticed a HUGE spider in a web right beside it. It must have been a foot wide including the legs. I found a long flyswatter and poked it cautiously. It didn't move so I carried it outside.

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Last night I dreamed I killed someone with my bare hands around their throat. Then, I shot someone. Then I heard a second blast, woke up and thought it might have been a slamming car door. But I never hear any sounds from the real world when I sleep, so what exactly was I hearing? Did someone shoot me?

I would like to have a pleasant dream again some time soon.

[Captain Maltese]

Nope, no such thing as a nice dream.

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I watch toads being thrown in the air and fall down. As they hit the ground they die, swell up and crack open.

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I am in a really fancy office building, sitting by a computer doing computer stuff. There is some really fancy lunch food. However I want to go downstairs to the server lab and do something, but I am denied access due to not high enough ranking.

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There is some kind of totalitarian situation. Men in uniforms are looking for a woman. There are marching jackboots, posters, a secret code thing, and she is hiding in a muddy swamp.

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A young man in some kind of cook clothing is trying to show me how to cook tortoises on a fire. I am not enthusiastic about it.

[Captain Maltese]

From last night. I'm in a city at the middle of night and in a car with two other people. I might be driving. The car is a luxury model and the two other people in it are obviously wealthy too; the lady is mature with greying hair and wearing a fur. The man is perhaps a little younger and is arguing angrily with the woman. Eventually the lady demands that he leaves. The man seems strangely furtive about this and suggests being let off at one of two places, both out of the way and in remote locations. He is set off the car there and then. The woman seems happy that he is gone. I drive the lady to a mansion and follow her inside.

[Captain Maltese]

There's a number of young people in a group, going skiing. Men and women. They have modern clothes, could be students. Then the image shifts, and there is a similar group. But these are all men, older than the students, and their clothes and skis indicate ww2 era. There might be white camo garments but I don't notice weapons. I seem to be part of this group. We go up a long hill and on the top there's a wood cabin, and people who have been waiting for us.

[Captain Maltese]

I dream that I have forgot a pair of heavy boots at the university, and am running back to get them. It is evening and just as I get there I can see the gates literally closing down for the day. The kind of gates you see at stores in a mall, sort of like metal curtains? These are bigger and rather more solid though, like castle gates? And they are coming down, both the one in the front and the one in the inner yard. I run for it and get past the first gate but there's little hope of making the second. At the last second I can see three men holding the corner up for long enough that I can slip through. The guys are odd; they are dressed in Middle Eastern garb and look furtive yet alarmed at something. I keep on running. The building from the inside looks more like a museum or exhibition; an Egyptian installation? I start to think the whole place is in Egypt, not just the university. I run through one room where a number of people are looking at a large miniature model city. As I run by a woman is startled, stumbles and lands face down into the model crushing a number of buildings. I keep running. In the next room, a dark one, two men in white clothes are lying on the floor. I wonder if they are hurt but then I see the small TV they are watching. Again I run. This seem like a storage room, with heaps and shelves of stuff. I see one young man lying asleep on one heap, on his belly so I can't see his face. I notice he has a very nice butt. I'm still looking for my boots but now I see something strange; a shoe that is moving on its own. I get closer and a huge wasp flies out, and it is quite angry and buzzing. It notices me and I fall back, but it lunges for me and I dodge desperately - it has a stinger the size of my hand. Then the young man stands beside me. He calmly picks gets a candy wrapper from his pocket, places it in his hand and with a lightning grasp catches the wasp in the wrapper.

Then I wake up, and to my momentary horror the buzzing sound continues. It's the Civil Defense siren doing a sceduled test...

[Captain Maltese]

This one's spectacular. I dreamed I was a gangster boss. Not your Italian Mafia class type, but I did have a gang. The dream starts with me visiting a small road house and renting it; I look around and particularly like how the big room has a nice place to put a pool table. Soon I have a group of tough looking men in casual jackets sitting and standing there and I am making a speech, or at least talking about something. How do I convey the feeling of being in charge and in control, the sense of raw power? A bit after that there are guests there as well, buying alcohol and playing pool. Then I and some of my men go to some other place where there are young women. They don't look very enthusiastic but a couple of them pack up and come back with us. I can sense their fear.

And then I woke up, damnit. But the images are so clear in my mind, it could have been a movie. And the emotions was something I actually felt.

[Captain Maltese]

I must have been subscribed to a high class dream channel. Last night I dreamed I was being chased by an assassin through an empty, unfinished office building. The walls and floors were just slick grey concrete. The windows were just square holes, but brilliant sunlight came in through them. I could catch glimpses of my opponent; a slender young man with black hair and loose black clothes, with glittering eyes and the body language of a martial arts fighter. Finally I caught him unaware as he came through a door opening, punched the dagger out of his hands and grabbed on to his arm. And then.... and then he slid into my embrace and we started to dance Argentinian tango. The boy letting himself be led and moving as gracefully as a leaf on the wind, and smiling all the while.

And then I woke up. *sobs*

[Captain Maltese]

I dream I am downstairs in the cellar and there's lots of stuff there. I'm looking for something else when I notice a multichair-bench of red leather seats (from a car or boat maybe) have sustained a lot of damage on the skin from cat claws. I look closer and notice the most damaged seat appears to be moving. Inside the seat leather I find a small kitten I have not seen before. I bring it upstairs, where I find yet another kitten I have not seen before. I bring them to the kitchen to give them some food, where I find one of my cats mewling to them. All of this is plausible, but then I find a deer calf!

I wake up then and that's okay.

[Avernale]

The other night, I dreamt there was an adapter that allowed you to play VHS tapes on the NES.  It was a cartridge you put a cassette into and the whole thing fits inside the console's deck because it's a dream and physics don't apply.  Then there's a commercial where a toy-sized Mario and Yoshi push a peripheral onto a laptop, docking it just below the track pad, and hop into the screen to race Sonic through a snow field, passing one of those star-bumpers from Casino Night Zone.  Most of the peripheral looks like its part of the laptop, stretching across its width, but the section below the track pad looks like the red bricks from the game.  It apparently allows you to play Nintendo games on the laptop and has support for up to four players using Bluetooth controllers.

[Autumn52]

I dream I am downstairs in the cellar and there's lots of stuff there. I'm looking for something else when I notice a multichair-bench of red leather seats (from a car or boat maybe) have sustained a lot of damage on the skin from cat claws. I look closer and notice the most damaged seat appears to be moving. Inside the seat leather I find a small kitten I have not seen before. I bring it upstairs, where I find yet another kitten I have not seen before. I bring them to the kitchen to give them some food, where I find one of my cats mewling to them. All of this is plausible, but then I find a deer calf!

I wake up then and that's okay.

Captain,

Maybe you should go to the cabin soon and explore your scared grounds. It sounds like that last dream was very nature and earth bound.


*Just my opinion*

[Captain Maltese]

Captain,

Maybe you should go to the cabin soon and explore your scared grounds. It sounds like that last dream was very nature and earth bound.


*Just my opinion*

Yeah, you are right. I need to smell earth and forest, and the wild geese are in the sky already. Time to get out of hibernation.

[Captain Maltese]

Many uncomfortable dreams last night but one stood out. I found myself on a high balcony facing a city street where a parade was taking place. A parade consisting of floats exclusively showing off women in varying degree of dress; some women were quite demure while others were definitely pornographic in nature, and the whole thing seemed to be watched exclusively by men on crowded balconies as if some bizarre dating tradition was going on. One woman caught my eye in particular. She was seriouslooking, fairly tall and graceful, wore a long blue dress and had long brown hair. As she noticed me looking at her she  jumped off her float and made her way up to my balcon where I promptly did the wrong thing. I offered her a cigarette. She looked at it, then at me, and said flatly 'I don't smoke and never have' then turned around and returned to the parade float.

And that was nowhere near the worst of those dreams last night.

[Captain Maltese]

I think Ennio Morricone directed my dream last night. I was part of a trio of classic western gunslingers; a wiry and commanding leader, a thin silent type, and me - I saw everything from my own eyes so I never saw myself.

The three of us were being hired by a factory owner. The factory building was dark and small, with concrete or brick walls and metal tubes and machinery. We were told to be careful not to break stuff but we didn't care and started to shuffle stuff around as soon as the owner left.

Our enemy appeared. Twelve of them. Communist or union muscle types or maybe even mafia, all in long wool coats and flat sixpence caps with their guns hidden unlike ours who were flaunted. Shotguns, revolvers.

There was shooting. Unfortunately I woke up.

[Captain Maltese]

A strange dream with no connection to anything I have ever experienced while awake.

I was at a workplace. Nothing special about it; lots of people working at offices. Then I bumped into a guy and sparks flew, with a loaded conversation with a hint of flirt. And he was hot. (Yeah. That's not a normal workplace situation in my life experience. Not with men.) 

We decided to continue the conversation at my place. Have a cup of coffee, something like that. But a friend of mine showed up too, and he was thrown off by the whole situation since he was even more hetero than I look. He told me he didn't approve of this juxtaposion and left. And I felt pretty terrible.

And then I woke up. Feeling as if I had had a brand new experience of being rejected. Weird. The feeling lingered for hours into my awake time.

[Captain Maltese]

Strange dream last night. I was a high school, and miles away from my awake self - I was the rebel-without-a-cause, punkrocker bright-yet-stupid type. I went to classes and the teachers were annoyed with me, my questions, my struggle to understand the lessons and the way I made computers do things that weren't supposed to be possible. Well. The male teachers were exasperated by me. There was this one female teacher. Maybe ten years older than me yet still young. Body like a bee. Long flowing blond hair. Friendly and helpful. (It's a dream, remember). And she was acting oddly around me. Not encouraging attention from me but not exactly rejecting it either. Staying at school in the evening to help me with my homework, just the two of us. Not stepping aside if I was touching her innocently (and that was all I was doing). Framing random sentences in odd ways, as if there was a meaning I wasn't seeing or supposed to seeing. Looking at me from the corner of her eyes. At the end of the dream we were walking by a sea or lake and looking at the water creatures together.

[Captain Maltese]

Last night's dream was like watching an old movie. Everything was in black and white. It was wartime. There were soldiers, behaving like they were occupying rather than fighting. A small group of civilian men and women were resistance fighters. They were traveling from town to town by train, doing a little sabotage and fighting in each place. They were carrying rifles, which they got an accomplice in the mail wagon to transport for them.

[Captain Maltese]

A strange dream last night. It was the very last days of WW2. I was in one of Adolf Hitlers homes.  There were signs of plundering, but the Russians or the Allies had not arrived yet. There was a hole in one of the walls, but it had been put there intentionally to make it look like the place had already been hit. The place was empty of people but for one. There was a woman there. She had short blonde hair, looking relaxed, and was naked.

Then I woke up. Damnit.

[Captain Maltese]

I dreamed I was an Arab assistant researcher. I was working with an older man who was also Arab and the head researcher. We were studying an incredibly old wooden table of Hebrew origin. We could find no information from the top side but as we looked at the underside, we were finding hidden Hebrew letters and words.

[Captain Maltese]

Woah. Real hot dream last night. This is the first time I have had to check the adultness level of the Dreamcatcher thread subforum before writing a post. Guess I'll keep out the juiciest bits.

I am sitting in a waiting room reading a magazine. Psychiatrist appointment. It is late in the day and yet the waiting room is full of people. Something is odd or wrong, people are discussing what the delay might be. I get called up and enter the office. There is a psychiatrist there that I have not met before; she looks real nice and she is real nice. Oddly nice. We have a normal start of the oppointment and then she starts asking me erotic questions. They are unsettlingly specific and the smile on her face is not one I would expect of a professional. I begin to respond, in words and physically, and very soon we are having intercourse in multiple positions. But there is shouting from the other side of the office door, someone are banging on it, and I am hearing my name being called. I get reluctantly up and open the door and a bunch of people in white coats rushes in and grabs the psychiatrist. I am told she has escaped from some asylum. Then in the corner of the room a person in white coat shows me a bunch of petri dishes on the floor. Each has a bonsai-tree-like plant in them, each has some liquid in it that the plants are feeding from, and on each dish is a man's name. One dish is empty and waiting...

[LunarScribe]

I dreamt of holding my dog from a couple years ago again. I really miss her.

[Captain Maltese]

I had a weird dream. I was at a former workplace for some reason; lots of computers, lots of offices, lots of people. The usual dream. But this time, the whole place was shutting down as if a bankruptcy had been declared. Everyone were looking shocked as they packed up and left. The boss, guy in suit, was leaving and a lot of people were following him to his car where they hugged him.