MY DREAM DIARY DESU

The relief of dreams is sweet when your waking life is a nightmare. So it goes today. I managed to sleep heavy enough to have longer dreams despite being bedridden from the spasm. The first dream was where a number of real Pokemon trainers, including me, were taking shelter from a storm in a school gymnasium. Some trainers got in an argument, a fire-type and a ground-type, and I decided to help the fire type because the ground-type dude was being mean. We had a 2v2 battle with another trainer, and I sent out a weird evolution of Poliwhirl that was more humanoid, tall, and had a sword. Then I woke up.

The second dream was pretty awful. It was a very dark early morning and I was looking around the backyard because I heard some noises. With a flashlight in hand, I went over to the cactus corner and saw a puppy dog! It was very cute and wagged its tail. I called for mom to come out and we were going to pet the dog when I saw movement nearby. It was another, puppy, followed by another, both very sick or even dead. I heard more distant noise and went to where my trashcans are. They were gone and instead there was a small forest stream passing through. There was another puppy, wagging its tail, that whimpered, and then I spotted more: one was shivering in the water, and the other drowned under a rock. I backed away from them and almost tripped on the cadaver of a fully grown dog with another pile of sick and nearly dead dogs by it. The more healthy-looking puppy was following my mom and I, but when I flashed a light on it, there were these horrible skin growths and sores on the other side. We ran into the house trying to close the doors and windows to make sure it wouldn't infect us or the cats. Very scary and horrible dream...

The third one was longer. Back to Pokemon! I was a young trainer starting out from Cherrygrove in Johto. All I had was a Level 11 Totodile, an 8 Sentret, and a 7 Spinarak. Someone in the Pokemon Center handed me a mysterious guide to Route 31. There was a secret path where few trainers dared enter. I went on to find out for myself and came upon this weird "Route 31 and a half". There was a trainer to battle, and just as the it started, everything glitched out and I was fighting a Level 21 glitch Pokemon. I happened to have a 21 Rhydon added to my party, though, so I used that and beat it with 2 critical hits in a row. After beating the trainer (who was one of those Poke Maniacs from Gen II), my "game" and reality glitched and I was transported to some fake town from Pokemon Black and White 2!

It was called the Azure Ruins. The "graphics" of reality morphed between Gen V DS and 3D from the X and Y games, sometimes looking like real life. The town was mostly abandoned at first glance but after looking into people's homes, I saw that they mostly stayed indoors during the day because of the heat. It was very hot and humid, and the houses were made of clay or adobe like the southwest. Most people seemed poor and had few possessions. A loud bell and whistle sounded and suddenly tons of people were flooding the streets. They were citizens of a nearby town on their way to and from work. I got a bike and rode around the mud, trying to keep my balance.

On my way out there was a young girl my age (10 or so, like in the games) and she thought my Pokemon were cute. No one had ever seen a Totodile before. She took me on a tour of her city a few miles away. She showed me her room, a small closet that she was allowed to live in since she was an orphan. There were some photos she kept in a shoebox of her mother, from the year 3315. This was the future! Then she took me to wash up since I was covered in mud and dust. I was taking my clothes off to get hosed down by water Pokemon when I realized I had nothing to change into! Luckily there was a department store connected to the showers. I ran through it naked, trying to ask for help from employees, but they ignored me. Finally I told one that if they didn't help me legally purchase clothes then I'd just shoplift them. They called the cops and just as I was going to be arrested, I transported back to Johto on Route 31 and a half, waking up.

NOVEMBER 15, 2023

Insane dream. I was in a combination of a cafeteria and bedroom, where one side had long tables for a school to eat at, and the other was my mom's bedroom but slightly rearranged. My friends and I moved from the cefeteria to my room when we noticed the closet was lit up. I opened it and saw a strange "oracle": some kind of metallic tablet with writing on it, with mystical properties. It was me, Daniel G, Daniel M, and Geoffrey, and we stopped when I heard my dead grandma B's voice come from it. She was talking to me! Grandma seemed a tad confused and asked me for directions to the "camp ground up the mountain". We didn't know. Then it was Geoffrey who opened a tile in the closet ceiling which sucked the oracle tablet away into a dark abyss. Her soul, having been trapped, was now exorcised to the afterlife. Geoffrey explained that she may have had information we needed to defeat the Dark Prince, though, and he can try to bring her back to life fully in order to ask her.

He started the process with some chant and Naruto hand signs, and then a burst of cosmic light beamed down to the closet. A big, ethereal coffin, kind of like the one in Castlevania Symphony of the Night, appeared. Geoffrey explained that in order to fully awaken my grandma, we needed to do a ritual under the full moon. So off we went down the hallway and out to my backyard. It was almost dusk and the sky was red and hazy. Past the gate to the fron yard and driveway there was now a gigantic ocean! The Daniels looked around for ritual rocks. Up in the sky, instead of a full moon, was something I'd never expected: a massive advertisement, the physical manifestation of a Yahoo Answers webpage, just floating in the sky and blocking the moon! It was an incredible sight to behold. The electric glow, as if from a computer screen, only grew brighter as the day faded.

As my friends and I stared, a searchlight appeared from the vast sea to the west, that replaced the driveway. We scrambled to hide but it was too late: a boat came to "shore" and out came a squadron of sci-fi cops with laser guns pointed at us. Behind them were two men: a hulking behemoth with a scar that must have been the captain, and what appeared to be John Travolta wearing a fancy robe and jewel-encrusted crown! He was the Emperor of Mars, and they were searching for slaves to work on their terraforming project on the Moon.

The soldiers sat us down in a circle and they used an object that absorbed some kind of "essence" from us. Each one was in a different shape and sort of like amateur, unheated clay figures. Daniel G's was a dog of some sort. I forgot the other's but mine was in the shape of a can of soda. The captain took it for inspection and pulled out a silver key from inside. They all gasped. It was apparently a key to some doomsday device that the Martian military was working on secretly in order to conquer Earth. They accused me of being a spy. I tried to explain that I had no clue. They were about to execute me when, in an act of desperation, I yelled out "NO MORE!" and drew lightning from the sky. The bolts struck them all, incinerating the soldiers as well as the Emperor. That's when I woke up, feeling like the Dragon Reborn.

NOVEMBER 9, 2023

This dream was one where just mom and I were traveling through England and Wales. She was behind at some hotel or place while I went on ahead to our next destination, which was the site of what they called the "three Glenmorough Rocks". A brochure I looked at showed these giant, brown spikes sticking out of the ground with intricate paintings all over that apparently dated back to 4000 to 6000 BC. Mom was on her way, driving to get there, while I went on ahead.

It required you to hike up a few semi-steep hills. Looking around was simply breathtaking! There were mossy mountains on all sides, shrouded in blankets of mist, and of varying thickness. Wild sheep could be seen in flocks. It was cold and I was wearing a turtleneck. The weirdest thing was how the colors worked. The surrounding mountains were covered in a brown and yellow moss while the hill I was on varied from yellow to bright green, almost painted on. There were these strange succulent-like plants growing low to the ground you had to be careful not to step on. They had white, gnarly stems and branches with a thick, green "cap" and little yellow spikes, like something from a desert, not the mountains of southern England.

When I reached the top of the hill, there were dozens of tourists already there and waiting in line to see the rocks. I called my mom on the phone and she said to wait for her, but I couldn't because the employee working at the big center said it was closing for lunch soon. He pushed me into the line but I didn't have to wait long. The building was more like a museum and archaeological laboratory than just a booth with info like I thought. This is when I discovered that you weren't allowed to approach the rocks except on a stupid guided tour, and before that, you had to be screened and made to wear a dumb hospital gown in order to not "contaminate" the rocks!

Employees tried to get me to change but I just asked for the bathroom first and slipped away to leave. On the way back out I saw my old vice principal from 2nd grade, Mr. Summers. He was promoted to a school district discipline job at some point and when I was in 6th grade, he was the one who tried to expel me for my problems. I called out to him and said I was sorry about causing him and the school so much trouble, then asked what he's been up to with a friendly smile. Nope! Mr. Summers was pissed off and raved at me about how he was treated while handling my case. I had no idea what he meant and he was about to explain when I woke up.

Crazy fun dream! I was 16 again and still in my old group home, Milhous. The staff were taking us Lima boys on an outing but we all managed to slip away. Instead of a normal city though, it... transformed. At first we passed by shady casinos and bars and pawn shops, where green, scaled men sat around in the gutters outside with trenchcoats and fedoras, wasted. One looked at us with yellow reptile eyes. As we got further into town, it was full of more monsters. Our group, which included me, Reggie, Nathan, Daniel, Dakota, and Jesse (no Jason?), realized we had to go slow. At first we blended in somehow. They were 7-foot cyclops in red polo shirts eyeing us, and tiny goblins and dragonfly people fluttering around too. We were outside of some local fair that was being set up by actual monsters!

Somehow we snuck past them with only one cyclops giving us a sniff and growling really deep. Now we were in an abandoned, industrial part of the city, full of factories, plants, and condemned buildings. There was an old hotel that I had seen in another dream and explored with friends before! Last time it had a lot of cool treasures like a few video games, some food and drugs, and neat books, all left behind because the entire building flooded, evacuating occupants fast. This second time visiting it was more bleak. It was falling apart faster and had a menacing vibe, like something bad was going on there. There was a ton of water all over leaking from pipes in the ceiling and causing huge, filthy puddles with God knows what contaminating it. The other guys wanted to leave but I insisted they wait while I look. Nathan came with me and we checked out the first room with the door slightly ajar.

Inside the room had been stripped completely then new, cheap mattresses tossed onto the floor. There was a TV and a few dresser drawers around it. Rummaging through it, I found a bunch of DVDs of the first Spiderman movie and other generic films from the 90s, 2000s, etc. Nothing special or valuable. Then I saw a plexiglass container of torn pieces of yellow paper kept safe inside, each with writing from a typewriter. As I held it up to read, we heard a noise. In a huge closet in front of us were a dozen or so goats snoozing in the dank and dark! Past the mattresses were two doors with windows to see through them and we noticed there was a laboratory inside and men in white suits doing some kind of work.

Nathan and I turned around and we saw the police handcuffing some guy with a fresh black eye right outside the room. We were about to wonder if our friends from Milhous were okay when we saw them downstairs, waving at us to come with them. We walked past the police who just nodded. I looked at Nathan, baffled, but he was dressed as a Catholic cardinal, and so was I! Then I noticed the rest of us were dressed as either cardinals or nuns!! What the hell?! I woke up trying to make sense of it.

OCTOBER 31, 2023

This first dream was way too realistic. I had time traveled back to being in kindargarten, and my parents were dropping me off. It was dark out so I guess it was very early morning in the fall or winter. I felt stunned to actually be 5-years old. Instead of staying in the room with a few other kids I tried to wander around the building but to no avail: the teachers found me and took me back. Talking to kids was very awkward because they're stupid 5-year olds and, well, I'm 29! Eventually the dream developed into nonsense, and all I remember is going on a strange water park rollercoaster ride that also functioned like a board game. Strangely enough, this may have been a dream I had around the actual age of 5. They often took place at my swim school.

The next dream involved my Nya, my dad. Halloween was his birthday so it was really cool that he was in my dreams! It was just the two of us, driving up some mountains. The roads were steep and scary. When we got "there", whatever there was, we slowly made our way up an even steeper hill on foot. It was made of dry, sandy mud with platforms to step on. Nya almost didn't make it on account of his hip but we got through. At the top was an abandoned cabin in the woods. Someone was living in there and shared a root beer. That was it.

Last dream of the night (that I remember -- there were more) was about my grandpat! I've seen him more in my dreams this year than in any year since 2008 or so. I was walking through a mostly empty high school. Outside of it was a large, friendly forest with plenty of sunlight. Grandpa seemed considerably younger than I ever knew him, with some vague color in his hair even. He was also a teacher of sorts and leading a class of middle or high school students on a hike. Grandpa welcomed me to the group and I hiked with them all. That's all I remember. Seeing both my dad, then my grandpa, made me so happy, as well as traveling back in time. What do they mean? What is being told to me?

OCTOBER 18, 2023

I slept on my side for the first time in a few days. It hurt a little but it lead to very long and vivid dreams. Sadly, I can only remember one of them! I was in a car with my mom and dad, driving through the Sierra Nevadas like we were going camping. We stopped at a little old wooden church in the woods. No one was around but I insisted we go inside anyway. It was the Church of the Brethren, and a bunch of recently used tables were out for some event. The children's Sunday school area was also freshly abandoned. Looking outside the sunny windows, we weren't in the woods but somewhere in town. There was one of those TVs on a cart like they had at public school, to watch movies.

Then we found a box of donated books and clothes for kids. It was my stuff! I realized I wasn't 4-years old but 29-years old like I am now, but still inhabiting my 4-year old body! Going through old shirts of mine that I wore to preschool or my swimming class was very strange, stuff that I hadn't seen or thought of in 25 years, actually! There were baby books that have long since disappeared, either wrecked, lost, or sold. I started to get sad in the dream so my parents and I left to go home.

At home, it was 1999 still and I demanded to look through boxes of old junk from back then, where there might be things I haven't found now in 2023. Indeed there were! It was actually a lot of my grandparent's things, such as a journal by my great-grandpa, and photos, some of which I've seen and some I haven't. There was some tidbit in the journal where he was displeased with the Brethren Church and with his wife, and I wished I could somehow ask both of them about it. Lo and behold, R and E appeared before me, sitting on the brown chairs in my living room! I asked why he didn't like the church and he just looked away, kind of bothered and embarrassed, and she scowled. No voices, I suppose. Then my grandma (their daughter) was there and said it wasn't a good question to ask. I was very confused but excited to have time traveled in what I began to realize was a dream. I held onto it for dear life, refusing to leave, and rummaged through more boxes of old stuff. Eventually I came to a box of GBA games, including Pokemon Emerald, and I knew that logically, it was impossible. If it was 1999, the GBA wasn't going to exist for 2 more years, and Pokemon Emerald for another 7 years! That's when I woke up. Instead of being really sad about leaving the past, I'm excited that this is a portent of things to come. Perhaps I'm going to die in this timeline and be transported back! We will see.

Haven't remembered a dream in awhile because my back has been messed up, off and on. Today it was really painful, which meant exclusively sleeping flat. This leads to very short dreams because I wake up a lot. Here are a few that I remember:

First, I was in the den at night to get something when I heard the voice of a girl. Startled at first, I calmed down when I turned the dim lights on and saw her. She was very tall, maybe 5'11" or even 6'0", with long, dirty blonde hair and wearing shorts. She resembled a girl I barely knew in middle school, a year older than me, named Shannon. I asked her what she was doing in my house and how she got in, so she showed me this radio-like device. It was a teleporter she built using instructions from the gods! If she tuned it to very specific frequencies, she could go anywhere. Then she took my hand, set it to I belive 3.209KHz (or just 3209Hz), turned a dial and pulled a knob, and we disappeared to some faraway beach at night!! She was very pretty so sadly the dream ended there.

Second dream, I was half-awake at first. My cat Hilde was next to me and snoozing very heavily. I could feel the rhythm of her breath and as I drifted off, it was like I was a little boy again and my mom and dad were next to me in bed. In the dream, I woke him up and gave my dad a big hug. In the third dream, I was a theatre student in college and looked a little bit like John Hurt, the actor. Instead of going to a rehearsal I was busy kissing my girlfriend. That was pretty much that dream!

And the last dream was weird. I was myself but in England, wandering around a busy parking lot next to a grocery store. I found a weird-looking knife on the ground and was worried since knife laws are draconian in that country. I kept asking for a policeman until I found one. I tried to hand her the knife but she freaked out at me. I explained I was only trying to follow the law and she calmed down as she took the knife away to her car. Then I walked away and said she was a really mean person and I didn't like her. That's all.

SEPTEMBER 20, 2023

This was a recurring one from a few years ago maybe. We were having a party in the backyard with lots of family. I saw some kind of bug by the fence where the grapevines grew and tried to follow it. It scurried away to the patio, then into a (non-existent) sandy chamber under the bricks. It turns out it was an antlion, and it met another antlion in the sand. The two seem to be scuffling or mating or something, but then grew bigger and bigger until they caome out from under the bricks. They both transformed into horrible antlion-wolf hybrids, with 4 legs! At the same time, a young girl and her little brother were playing nearby and I knew the monsters would attack them so I jumped out of hiding and got into battle mode, like it was a video game. I had a big warhammer in one hand and a shield in the other, trying to distract the beasts away from the kids. My hammer didn't do much damage to their carapace and they knocked me over. I told the kids to run back to the party. Even if I fell in battle, the rest of my family were accomplished fighters, wizards, priests, etc so the monsters would surely be vanquished and my death avenged. Then I woke up.

SEPTEMBER 7, 2023

I haven't had a dream about her in awhile, perhaps a year or so. It's always some kind of apocalyptic dream where I rescue her too. Strange, huh? Anyways, it starts with me breaking into the library in high school I think (though it's not my actual high school) at night. I get on the computers and have fun playing video games, downloading music, and watching videos (you know, normal computer stuff). Morning comes and school is starting. The librarian comes in and I sneak outside and take a nap under a tree. I wake up and see a girl I used to like in elementary school, Maya, and talk to her. She doesn't scowl and hate me, unlike real life. There's an announcement that school is canceled and to report to the nearest safe shelter. It's some kind of emergency.

I head to the grocery store for the lock down. There are only about a dozen or so of us who bother getting inside before the manager locks the doors. Maya is there! For the next couple months we have to live there while avoiding a zombie apocalypse outside. They're the slow and lumbering kind, thankfully, not the fast, zippy ones. Maya starts to like me a lot but misses her family. She insists on leaving the shelter to search for them while I stay behind. After a few weeks the zombies break into the grocery store and it turns out they're harmless. They just loaf around staring at nothing in particular and wouldn't bite a finger right in front of them. I leave the shelter and realize the whole "emergency" was fake then set off to find Maya again. I do, and she says her family is fine. We go on a date and confess our love for each other and then the dream ends. This one got me in the feels as you can imagine...

[Update: what are the chances of me having a dream about Maya then receiving a flyer in the mail from her father's psychiatry practice? He's advertising a new beauty/wellness center and shilling Botox. Kinda spooky. Hadn't thought about him in years. Are the Gods playing with me? Why go for the heart, where it hurts even more than my back? Or is this all just another cohen-cidence?]

SEPTEMBER 5, 2023

Had a few short dream fragments. One was where two girls doing pranks got permanently kicked out of my old band class by Mr. Carroll, the teacher. I went up to him and argued that it was unfair to make it permanent, that they would learn their lesson if it lasted maybe a week, but he insisted on it. The second dream, I went to a local card shop with an old owner (forgot his name IRL). He was nice and showed me his backroom set of rare collectibles, a mixture of cards and video games and antiques. There was a Black Lotus, an unsealed copy of Earthbound on the SNES, but what caught my eye was a set of 4 teal blue statues the size of my fist, each handcarved and sporting a strange face and a long, pointy nose. It was $4000! I asked him what they were and he was hesitant to tell me at first but showed me research on his computer. The statues were made by an ancient Indian tribe around the Ohio area approximately 5000 years ago. Museums and historians refused to take them, leading them to circulate on the black antiquities market where he found them. According to local legends, the tribe that lived there were red-haired devil men and the statues contained the spirits of their wicked ancestors. I woke up after that.

I had a classic dream, you know what I mean? It was the kind where a sequence of unrelated events just unfolds before you. In the early morning I woke up and looked outside my bedroom window. There were Australian Aborigines doing yard work for mom and I! Even stranger were the plants in the back yard -- pink trees made of eraser rubber. I went outside to watch but the Aborigines had left because a storm was coming. Indeed, the clouds were welling up. A gust of wind knocked over a neighbor's treehouse (doesn't exist IRL) so mom and I went to warn them, maybe help clean up. No one was home.

After that I was hungry so mom drove me to Carl's Jr. In the drive-through was a nice old lady talking about this and that. I paid for my food with carefully counted change and the old lady thought we were poor so she gave it to us for free. She saw some books in the car and told us about a nifty old book store in the mountains. I insisted on going until mom relented. We drove awhile up these winding, curvy roads, nearly falling off a cliff, until we made it up to this small town.

It was cozy inside the shop with lots of antique decorations. A local jazz band was in the middle of the store having a rehearsal, not a performance, so they'd start and stop a lot. We browsed the books and I realized the books sucked. It was all basic stuff, pretty much a school library collection from the early to mid 20th century! Disappointed, I looked around at the antiques and saw an old friend from kindergarten, Jared. He told me I called him Jared all the time back then but it wasn't his name. I asked what it really was but he refused to answer. We looked at some of my poetry in a notebook and the store's owner noticed. He gave me a microphone and asked me to do a reading for the customers and employees. I obliged but fumbled around the pages. There was another book in my hand: a 1978 science fiction short story anthology. Looking through its pages I found a few of my poems! I pointed out how weird this was, that somehow my poetry traveled back in time to get published, then woke up.

AUGUST 28, 2023

These dreams seemed long for some reason, as if I had slept more than a mere 8 hours. The first set of them involved being in the backyard with my dad and findng a bunch of stray cats. They were quite friendly and looked somewhat like the real life cats, Bootsy, Mitsy, Popup, and Mama. We took them inside and went back out to do more yard work. But then there were more cats! A neighbor who looked like French actor Bruno Cremer in the movie "Sorcerer" showed up trying to catch these cats and take them to a shelter. We helped look for them but they hid in the bushes. Then it was time to go to scholl so I left with mom. She dropped me off and I went to my classes. This kid who looked like a nice fellow, "V" from my first year in college, was a bully in this dream and constantly smacking me behind the head, spitting at me, trying to trip me, etc. I got very annoyed and started fighting back which dumbfounded him. I finally had enough and took a pencil, stabbing it deep into his hand and walking out to go home. It was the end of the day and buses arrived so I left on a random bus.

The dream took a strange turn. The bus took me home and that night, as the sun went down, mom and dad wanted me to go into "hiding" so I didn't get in trouble for the stabbing. A couple kids were going on a school trip to Japan and so they got me a ticket there too! The flight part of the dream was very long, boring, and incredibly realistic. I took even took a nap! Upon arrival I checked into the hotel. It was a shared room with 2 other Americans. Going out was fun at first, wandering the crowded streets. Even deep into the early morning there were so many people. The first night I bought some snacks at a 711 and went to sleep at the hotel. Next day, I took a train to this rural area, which then had a bus taking me up a mountain to a Buddhist shrine. There were police looking for me there and I figured they were Interpol, since I had escaped from America. I got back to the hotel and went to sleep, not sure if they'd catch me. I just wanted to go home and didn't really like Japan much since I couldn't speak Japanese.

It got even weirder when the 2 Americans that stayed in my hotel room were also on the run. It was a couple: a half-Japanese man with long hair and a beard, and his girlfriend who I think was American and Fillipino. They hid me from the cops then took me to an underground nightclub in Tokyo that was run by a rogue Yakuza member. It turned out the boss was a woman who was very beautiful and, uh, well-endowed. She spoke Japanese, English, and Romanian because it turns out she was the granddaughter of a Romanian duke or something. Her family had to escape during the Communist revolution, barely making it out alive. In Japan, her father joined the Yakuza despite being a gaijin, doing lots of dirty work. He sold his daughter into prostitution. She escaped from that life and ran her own criminal gang in the middle of Tokyo where she sold drugs and helped out foreigners like her own family who got in trouble.

That was it. Then I woke up! What a crazy dream. I'd wake up a lot during it but go straight back to where I left off.

AUGUST 17, 2023

I vaguely remember having this dream before. It starts at a high school I've never been to before, wandering around the perimeter and ditching classes. In my arms is my cat Hildegarde. Some guy I've been waiting for shows up and opens up his car which is more of an oval or circle. There's one latch the opens the interior space with very cushioned seats. I put Hildegarde inside and get it. He takes me to a grocery store where I have to take some kind of test inside. Afterwards I leave alone and wander through this office complex covered in ivy, surrounded by large, shady tree canopies. It's beautiful and comforting. A bunch of punks, also skipping school, are running around and I try to avoid them. Looking through abandoned offices, the dream becomes a video game, a combination of Resident Evil (the camera and movement) and Morrowind (objects and people have that interface). I open up drawers and desks, finding all kinds of cool items, some valuable for resale, some for food, some as ingredients for potions (like mixing real items in a blender; twinkies + coffee + milk for example). Two thugs show up and demand I hand over my loot. I have a choice to either comply, negotiate, or fight them off. I woke up as I was deciding.

AUGUST 10, 2023

Great dream where it really felt like I time traveled again. I was almost 5 in 1999. Mom, Nya, my brother, and I were at Home Depot getting some yard supplies and such. They knew I was a time traveler already and asked if there was a birthday present I wanted. I picked a small, cheap TV for my bedroom. Some teacher that my parents knew was there shopping too and I impressed him with my knowledge of history and politics so he gave me a gift card for my birthday! He acted really sketchy though and I wanted to leave. We didn't check out and just left. I also had an earlier dream in fragments where I was eating school lunch circa 5th grade and lots of girls sat next to me, making me happy :)

AUGUST 5, 2023

Had some fun dreams this time. First was about my friend Torrin who died in 2018. He was alive again and had actually faked his death in my dream. I only knew because I caught him in a disguise in public. We chatted and hung out at my house awhile, watched youtube videos like old times, then I said bye because he had to leave for his job as a secret agent. Not surprisingly, this dream mirrors my beliefs! I won't take it as divine confirmation though, maybe just wish fulfillment. The second dream was about my escape from a group home by stealing a truck. I went to a mall with this black guy named Stanley from back in high school marching band and watched a movie. It was getting late and I was tired of running away so I reluctantly returned.

The first dream was great. I had these cats in a room but there was also a bunny rabbit too. Sitting down, the cats came over and started to purr in my lap while the bunny tickled me with kisses. I was being attacked with love, trying hard to not to move while being tickled, and giggling. Then I woke up. What a happy dream!

Next dream was something to do with ghosts, scary and rather unpleasant. The last dream that really woke me up was a long one. I was at school where MM, the internet writer and artist, was somehow a teacher with his own classroom. I delivered supplies to his secretary (he was very famous and popular) and decided to join a class. It was a "history" lecture if you know what I mean. I did some assignment with other kids in class and left early because I knew the answers already, since I read his papers online. After that I wandered around the school until I found a fairground-like place. A bunch of parents were milling around with kids for some event while an early 2000s raunchy comedy movie played, censored a bit like on Comedy Central, in a lounge. I stood there watching it with other people and "remembered" renting it a lot as a kid (it doesn't exist!). It had Steve Vahn, Whoopie Goldberg, Molly Shannon, Jack Black, and more. I finished drinking a zero sugar Gatorade, threw it in the trash, and this guy grabbed me by the shirt and demanded I recycle it. I started to cuss him out and he warned he'd hit me so I froze up, telling him this is pointless over recycling that isn't even real. I woke up thinking about telling him he'd be on the nightly news for hitting a kid, and maybe I should bite his arm and gouge his eyes since I can't fight.

Update: I took a nap and remembered 2 dreams. First was at home and my dad was in the patio on a sunny afternoon. He had some kinda metallic bristle pad for cleaning, maybe for his grill, and read the list of materials it was made of. I told mom one of them was "A1" or something like that, and it was a petroleum product used in airplane's fuel. It was toxic so she shouldn't use the pad to clean crusty pans. I only "remembered" this fake dream substance because the news in 2001 said A1 was said to have melted the World Trade Center on 9/11. The second dream was about a mega rich aerospace industrialist who ran about 25% of the world's economy, spending his fortune on creating a giant, robotic recreation of his dead wife (a former model, actress, and opera singer who looked like Tina Louise) way up in the stratosphere. They would launch rockets and jets to deliver materials to an oribiting airship or blimp. The time schedule was so strict that people were dying left and right trying to engineer the robot, but no one could do anything because the industrialist owned most of the world and signed their paychecks. Weird dreams...

JULY 31, 2023

I don't remember much other than my jazz band teacher Mr. Ayala mocking and laughing at me (not like him at all) so I woke up sad.

JULY 22, 2023

Almost forgot this one. It's only a fragment. I sorted through some games in some store's open, mixed displays of DS and Game Boy games. I was constantly looking over my shoulder and carefully pocketing some of the valuable and fun ones like Pokemon Crystal, Emerald, Mario & Luigi Superstar Saga, etc. I woke up right when I had finished cleaning it out of good games and waking up with nothing was a buzzkill. These game-stealing dreams have been recurring for maybe 20 years now! I also like the dreams where I find a lost video game in a closet or some non-existent secret room in my house.

JULY 21, 2023

First part: mom and I were in the entry way of the house. I had a TV and a couch set up, watching a movie with her, when the doorbell rang. It was a police officer who was looking for my dad. We told him he was dead; he was upset since he must have been a friend. We let him in to look at some of my dad's belongings but I was embarrassed since I was shirtless, wearing a Burger King crown, a towel around my neck like a cape, and holding one of those long reaching grabber things like a sceptre. I woke up.

Second part was short: I was crying and upset and ran into my mom's bedroom. It was pitch black inside but I could faintly see the outline of my mom and my dog Hans, who died. I gave Hans a big hug and pet him then wished my dad was there too. Lo and behold, he appeared! I couldn't see him but I felt him near and gave him a big hug. He was exactly as I remembered him. He held me close and whispered into my ear: "My son, promise me you will never give up hope".

This one was a sad bait-and-switch dream. I was walking around the outdoor part of a large shopping mall with my mom and dad, aged 5 or 6, and mom took me to a strange building with a line. We waited awhile and got in. It was an IQ and aptitude center that would allow any participating schoolchildren to skip grades! Perfect because I was 28-year old me in my 5-year old body, so the test would be cake! I looked around and recognized a few kids from school and even said their names, which freakd them out since they'd never talked to me before. An Armenian friend from middle/high school, Aramais, showed up (he was pretty much a genius even then) and said he also time travelled, just like me, but wasn't sure if it was real or a dream. I assured him this was all real because it was so vivid. Then... the dream ended. It was like my greatest wish coming true, knowing it came true, and then... not.

The only other dream was a short fragment where I was a boy living on a plantation in Rwanda. The master had taken a bunch of warring Tutsis and Hutus and forced them to be brothers in bonds, working the fields. At the christening of his "school" it was all nice and friendly, about how he'd make the enemies real brothers, but fast forward a year and they were being brutally hobbled and tortured and mutilated. The master was offered to sell his slaves to an American plantation but refused, using the "dark hand" to finalize the reply (that's the hidden hand of the freemasons). Then I woke up pretty sad.

JUNE 30, 2023

Had a weird, almost feverish dream because of being in too many blankets and accidentally consuming an energy drink 10 minutes before bed. It was completely indescribable at first, just feelings and "concepts", but eventually it became visual. All I remember is wandering into an office building on a bright, sunny afternoon and taking the elevator up a few floors. The ground was covered in these amazing intricate tiles and the rooms abandoned up top for some reason. Back on the ground floor I went down a hallway, unsure if anyone actually worked there. Sure enough it was the German headquarters for Taco Bell! I could also turn invisible at will and did so. Inside a room with the bell logo was what appeared to be a focus group, or marketers or something, sitting around some tables with various burritos and tacos. They were all trendy-looking millennial 25-40 year olds, Silicon Valley hipster types, and I chuckled as I took one of the burritos and unwrapped it onto some guy's lap, spilling the contents everywhere. They all freaked out as I left, and I woke up laughing at how I changed their lives forever. They'd always remember the day that they encountered a ghost, and no one would believe them.

JUNE 19, 2023

Some cool dreams today. First is a fragment of a longer one where I was in a foreign country of some sort. Hard to tell where but I wasn't happy to be there, lost and unable to speak the language. All I had was 1 free phone call at an embassy and so I called mom. She said she'd pay for a phone service, and what do you know the awful Nokia prepaid phone I bought months ago was in my pocket! To activate it I needed to call, toll-free, some local service. It was a Slavic man who was very angry. Apparently he was the CEO of the service and the only choice. He kept arguing with me about politics I don't care about until he begrudgingly activated the phone. That's when I woke up.

After going back to sleep there was another dream where I had 2 sheep living in my bedroom temporarily. One was a mama sheep and the other a baby. They were so adorable, snuggled up into the blanket! Sort of reminded me of my dog Helga, who could be very lamb-like. I went out to the backyard and there 3 more sheep, brothers of the lamb, and quite "ram"-bunctious, butting into my legs playfully. What a beautiful dream! Definitely related to the cats outside.

The next one is somewhat fragmented but mom and I were staying in a hotel... on the water! It was like Venice but not Venice, just some mountainous terrain in the US. I woke up (in the dream hotel room) to see the scenery outside the window moving! We were floating rapidly past other buildings and every time there was a near collision miss it would create a powerful whooshing wind. Afterwards I got up and mom and I hiked along the mountain valley. There was a camp nestled in the distance with a waterfall nearby where I had to use the bathroom something fierce. In a previous dream in this area my dad was with us and we encountered a bear so I told mom we had to leave soon. I woke up on our hike back.

The last dream was a fragment but what a fragment! I met a girl and talked to her. I'm not exactly autistic IRL but I have a difficult time looking people in the eyes, especially girls, but I forced myself to look into her eyes, which involuntarily made me smile (it tends to do that with everyone). The girl was receptive for once and I asked her out on a date! She had light brown hair, long past her shoulders with very straight bangs. She had big glasses on and a pink t-shirt. This was probably a girl I saw around my high school years ago who had a crooked back and limp. I always thought she was pretty but was too scared to talk to her. Anyway, after our date I uh, started kissing her, and it felt real! Wow. I woke up very, very happy.

JUNE 17, 2023

First dream: I was walking 2 dogs: a hound of some type, and a skinny pointer. My cat Hildegarde was safe and comfy in my arms, not trying to run off. We were walking along a big green, grassy park by the outer edge. At the corner of the field, behind the baseball diamond, was a steep hill. Some little blonde kid came out of nowhere and my dogs played with him. We were all having fun until other loose dogs came along, more aggressive, and snapped at us. It was a German shepherd and something big, a mastiff maybe, and they trampled the boy down the hill.

A classmate from high school was there, J, who was sort of a bully that I don't like, and it was his little brother! The boy's neck was broken and J wailed with rage. He took my pointer and stomped it to death and scared the other dogs off. Then he came and took my cat Hildegarde and I followed him around, begging him to me merciful, that it wasn't my fault for hurting the boy. Finally he came to his senses and we both just cried at how awful it was. I said we should be friends, not enemies, that it was senseless to hate each other and he agreed and we had a hug.

Second dream: I was reliving 1st grade again and having a blast trying to fit in as a 6-year old without betraying my identity as an time traveling adult, or kid genius or whatever. I'd slip in little comments to teachers and kids that were way over their head, about politics and art. It was lunch time and I didn't want to eat their nasty school lunch (pre-packaged trash) but I had to since I was starving. A girl came up to me, very cute, maybe in 5th grade, and was eating ice cream. She wanted to share some but I politely declined. Immediately regretting my decision, I went over to her table outside and talked to her anyway. She was "mature" and even showed me a cigarette in her backpack, and I just chuckled. Very mature. I offered to buy her cigarettes off her, so she wouldn't hurt herself smoking them, and dug around my backpack for change. That's when I found I still had quarters and dimes from 2000 onwards, little artifacts from the future! I was thinking about all the fun I could have showing people the coins, when the bell rang and I woke up.

Me, mom, dad, and my 2nd brother T were sitting in my grandpa's small house apartment (they weren't around for some reason). We watched something on a big TV (they never had a TV bigger than maybe 20 inches). My little niece A comes out and I put on a funny video I edited for her. No one pays attention which makes me sad. For some reason I'm drinking wine and my dad drinks juice and I go over to the kitchen to rinse the glass out. More family comes from upstairs (there was no 2nd floor in real life), including my sister and her husband E, with my niece and nephew L and E shy and hiding behind them. There is also my other niece H, as well as older A, who I didn't recognize in the dream quite, with some friends. I woke up. Very strange to have a dream about all these family members crammed into my grandpa's house...

MAY 27, 2023

I lost some of the context for this dream. First, I had been wandering through a desert canyon in southwestern USA. Hot and parched, I came upon this large cliff face, past a natural rocky bridge over the canyon. There was a temple, with strange carved faces and statues, embedded into the sandstone or granite or whatever. I'd been here before in a few dreams but I remember in previous dreams that when I opened the door to the temple, everything got super bright and I woke up.

Well the door opened for me and people came out. They were somewhat dark-skinned with dark hair, a mix between Asian and Middle Eastern. A few had red hair. They told me that I had been destined to find their lost civilization and now must join them. I asked what that entailed and they said it involved a ritual, an initiation into their religion. There was a "high priest" or chief shaman or whatever who would recite the words, sprinkling some dust on me in between verses while everyone formed a circle around us. There were maybe 2 or 3 dozen of them. The inside of the temple wasn't magnificent or massive but actually rather humble. There were bizarre, inhuman statues but also a table for feasting and torches placed in sconces.

The ritual finished and I had been blessed by their gods I guess. It felt strange, and I started to speak their weird language. It was something like "Kala namu sharakapuwa ali shek", sounding maybe Native American and Sumerian, or like when the guy speaks in The Mummy. My mom and dad appeared from outside and I introduced them to the temple people. We all had a celebration feast, eating some sort of large bird meat they farmed in eyries. A group of young men wanted to play games with me but I couldn't understand the rules. There were some girls who kissed me on the cheek. Overall, it was very cozy but weird so I told them I had to go, waking up.

MAY 26, 2023

Short dream fragment: I was lost in the woods. They were pleasant and not at all scary but I was indeed lost. Eventually I stumbled upon a trail and saw my cat Hildegarde there. I picked her up to make sure she wouldn't run away into the wilderness and continued on the trail. She tried to squirm out of my arms, making me nervous. The forest was getting lighter, and then on the trail I found Helga, my deceased dog! I picked her up in my other arm so she wouldn't run off and continued, frantic to find a way out. It was hard to balance with the animals in my arms and the sun was so bright through the trees it was blinding. Then I woke up.

MAY 25, 2023

I had an unpleasant dream. It was back to high school again and there were these 3 guys who were obnoxious semi-bullies to me. They only harrassed me on a few occasions but what they did still makes my blood boil (won't talk about it). So in this dream they were back and following me around doing stupid stuff to annoy and humiliate me in front of people. It's hard to remember what happened in the dream specifically but I do recall them following me into the bathroom and trying to get into the stall and record me taking a dump. Then I woke up seething. I remembered Biblical wisdom about "blessing your enemies" or something to that effect so I tried my hardest to bless them with a long, happy and successful life, just so I could go back to sleep since it had only been about 5 hours.

The 2nd dream took place in elementary school where me and a friend wanted to run away so we hopped onto a train that mysteriously appeared on campus. Inside was a band of cutthroat rail pirates and mercenaries in 19th century clothes and rags, with swords and pistols, on their way to enlist in some war of rebellion. They let us join even though we were only 8! The head of the misfit band was a beautiful lady named Nuys Haggis or something like that it. She had that Joan of Arc/flapper cut hair, dark brown or black, sun-ripened skin, and a rather Jewish eagle nose. I woke up wondering what she must be like if this rough and rowdy crew followed her orders.

MAY 17, 2023

Dream one: it was late evening and I wandered through the city. Some streets were still busy but I came across quiet ones. Cutting through alleys and dashing across train tracks, I was getting tired, hungry, and lost. There was a hotdog stand but I didn't have enough money. Magically, a phone appeared in my pocket but it was dead so I had to wait for it charge. It was at least 1AM when my mom came to pick me up. She bought me some hotdogs but they were stale and gross.

The next dream fragment happened in my house where my old dog Hans was still alive. I was petting him by the water cooler we used to order. Then I went out into the backyard but it had morphed into a mountainous hillside terrain. Another dog appeared and it was a black and white lab mix who was very friendly and following me. Some lady took me and the labrador to a clinic full of sick, poor people to entertain them. It was a dream come true at first because I had a song I could sing in mind, and the dog was so happy to get pets and rubs! But when we went in there, it was an insane asylum. People pulled the dog's tail and kicked it, so it fled out the building. Some stupid kids squatted down and took dumps on the floor while I was distracted by a fight, then I stepped in their mess. I got angry and left but the kids followed, trying to harrass me while the clinic's nurse grew belligerent that I didn't do anything.

I woke up again and didn't sleep for another 15 minutes or so. Dream three involved me going to a care facility again except this time it was managed better, plus I was part of it! It was for mental health and didn't remotely resemble an asylum. The facility was a massive chain, with at least a dozen other locations across a few cities and rural areas, and also ran an adult dating service for its outpatient members. I signed up and while waiting for a match, went around asking the girls out. They were polite but declined every time so I was merely disappointed, not devastated.

There was a fourth dream, too, but it's almost forgotten. All it involved was some sort of World of Warcraft quest area. I was playing a Rogue and met a Feral Druid at the bottom of this huge tower. We both were discovering these quests for the first time and having a blast trying to figure out these puzzles. Yes, puzzles, because the tower was full of weird tricks, like gravity suddenly changing, the floor becoming the ceiling, keybinds shifting, having to kill mobs in certain orders according to a simon says pattern, and lots of traps that almost killed us. I woke up wishing it were real but then I remembered that nothing Blizzard has made in the last 8 years has been good, so is there any point fantasizing?

MAY 16, 2023

I don't remember a lot except one part where I was 6-years old again and my family, in their current age, came to visit. My nieces and nephews were little again, the same age as me somehow! It was weird. It was Christmas and the living room was lit up with the familiar glow by the tree. There was a huge pile of DVDs, VHS, CDs, video games, toys, etc that I went through. As the evening got along, I grew older until I was 28, then put on some kid's movie for my youngest nieces and nephew. I insisted that The Neverending Story was a bad idea because some parts of it were too scary. Then I woke up.

MAY 14, 2023

First is a dream fragment. I woke up (in the dream) and it was dark out still. Sad that I didn't sleep long enough, ruining my schedule, I went outside for fresh air. In the backyard was Mama cat, no kittens around, and she was super friendly and let me pet her! I could hardly see her in the darkness. I sat on the grass and she rolled around in that playful cat way.

Second dream is in multiple fragments. Mom was driving me home, maybe from school like back in the day, and there was a crowd of people and police cars awaiting us. We tried to get past them through the backyard but they followed. They were all federal agents pretending to be protesting something and I had no idea why. It was hard not to attack them but the cops were on their side. Some of them even pushed past the larger crowd into the house! I asked them stuff I don't remember. I woke up and went back to sleep a few times, coming straight back to the dream, but I don't remember much until I was in a large dance room or theater.

Someone on stage made a cheesy, comedic, and seemingly scripted mistake and most of the audience laughed and clapped except for me. The guy next to me, a former protester, whispered that I needed to play along with the script. I told him he could stuff it and left, making the crowd angry again. I was followed into a Super Mario 64-esque desert with pyramids and an oasis town from an RPG. These were mining towns owned by the Pharaoh, who also was the secret ruler of the US government and stock market. I spent the rest of my dream exploring the town, meeting these tiny (as in 2 foot tall) black indentured servants (one who looked suspiciously like Bill Cosby), and trying to find a way to defeat the Pharaoh and end his tyranny.

MAY 13, 2023

This is just a dream fragment, sadly. Mom and I were getting ready to go somewhere important, perhaps to visit my niece and nephews. I noticed she had these weird hair-like sprouts growing out the right side of her nose. I pointed it out and told her she has to trim them before we leave or people will look at her strange. She wasn't sure. That's when I woke up. Oh, and the sprouts looked a lot like when the eyes on potatoes sprout.

I was back at Milhous, the group home I lived in from ages 16.5 to almost 18, but I felt like my adult self. The house wasn't Lima but a place I'd never seen before. After waking up on a couch, I noticed two kids and some staff nearby. One kid was Kenny (?) from my elementary school, who was in maybe 6th grade when I was in 2nd; I never knew him. He was playing a video game on one TV while another kid watched a movie. It was the morning time, before school, and I thought it was strange how there were 2 TVs and we had way more priveleges than I remembered. Staff member Bill Hoskins went to pick up our laundry and I followed him. Milhous had definitely expanded, and there were many new roads with houses for co-ed clients! It also didn't seem to be level 14 anymore, with mostly normal kids so far. Many staff members were arriving in a big parking lot.

Bill and I went past a row of bunkhouses where about 2 dozen kids were going about their business before school. Some were dressed up in late 19th century American clothes, practicing for a play. It reminded me of being in "The Music Man" in 6th grade. Past them, I lost Bill. There, I came upon a heavily wooded meadow-garden, large and relatively flat upon the top of a hill. Here there were maybe 4 dozen or so people, all between ages 12 and 17, shuffling around slow and discombobulated. They all had something... wrong with them. Basically they were rather deformed or disfigured in various ways. Each emitted a faint moaning that, when combined, was deafening. Bill found me and took me further past what he called the "garden of lost children".

At one corner was a long, modern building where a number of staff were helping disabled kids with tasks. Bill sprinted off for some reason, leaving me behind again. I wandered from there to a fork in the road outside the building. Taking the right path, I came across a similar meadow with at least 100 adolescents. They were all seemingly zombified except this time they didn't look deformed but normal. Instead of moaning, they whispered very quietly, which was still loud in numbers. As I looked around for Bill, someone grabbed my arm! I turned around and saw a cute asian girl. She whispered incoherently at first, her eyes darting around at nothing. I realized she was blind and understood she wanted to feel my arm and hand, since blind people often see using tactile sensations. I rolled down my green sweater sleeve and she felt my palm. Then she asked me, "Do you want to join me and my friends tonight?" and I enthusiastically said yes. She didn't comprehend my words. The whispers of the other blind kids grew to a feverish roar and they all turned to "look" at me, even though they couldn't see. This freaked me out, so I woke up.

I just woke up from a cool dream. I was in an Algebra II class, in one of those portable trailer classrooms. Flipping through textbook pages, the work was easy enough. The teacher gave us some assignments to do in-class before homework. I noticed that my textbook had a problem with it: things kept falling out, objects and creatures. It was mostly little bugs and flowers and toy cars but when I opened it to a certain page, a big dog came out! It was a pit bull mix. It cuddled up to me and I gave it lots of pets. My teacher happened to bring their dog, too, a golden retriever. The book-born pit bull and retriever played nice, at first, but both began to snarl. I managed to hold the pit bull back until class ended, then carried the dog out to take home. It was after school now and I tried to carry the dog to the parking lot, to wait for mom and dad, but a security guard came up to me. He made me place the dog in my backpack. When I got to the parking lot, I opened up my backpack and had to search deep inside for the pit bull. There she was! She was sleeping and when I pulled her out, she woke up and rolled over. I was so excited to have a new dog that I woke up then.

SEPTEMBER 24, 2022

I had a nice dream last night during the pleasant 16 hour slumber. I was in my backyard in the early morning. The grass and shrubbery was taller than usual, hard to see through, and even more shrouding was the thick pea soup fog rolling along like cloudy whisps. It was perhaps 5:30AM when the sun is only just about to arrive. There I walked through the dew-damp blades of earthen carpet, the moon at one angle and the sun at the other. I was in between worlds: day and night, comfort and fright, reality and dreams. I sat down by the tall stump of a pine tree, unable to keep my bearings straight, when all of a sudden a pale face appeared in the mist before me. It was an apparition, not exactly there but... right in front of me. It was a little boy who seemed to fade in and out of the mist, first here, then there; and he had no eyes. Instead there was just a perpetual expression vacillating between a cheerful grin: one of hope, and a distant mournful gaze at nothing in particular, or at some kind of horizon.

I should have been scared. This could have easily been a nightmare. But I felt pity for the ghostly boy and a longing to tell him it was okay. Reaching out, I patted his head and I could hear him tell me thank you without the words. His expression of joy came back, staying, and he started to dance around me. The fog cleared as well, though patches remained, and the morning sun began to peek through. Among the patches were ghosts of uncountable variety: horseback riders keen in the saddle, women in long dresses, dogs and cats and goats, and warriors with swords. They stretched themselves thin in the divide between the living and dead, elongated this way and that by the nebulous tether of an autumn's dawn. All of them drifted in the same direction, ceaselessly staring ahead toward the same path the boy was taking. I reached out to an old man and his dog, taking the former by the shoulders into an embrace and the latter a ruffle of the ears. They broke from the spell the boy was under and looked at me with a playful ecstasy.

That's when I woke up. I had more dreams but before I drifted off, I wondered who they were. Were they real? It felt the same as lighting up the eyes of any waking, living person. When I give someone a hug or a compliment or a gift, I see the same thing. There's a connection made you can't quantify or hardly even qualify. It's a sixth sense, really. All I know is that I wasn't afraid and the boy, the old man, and the dog all seemed enormously grateful for their encounter with me. If only I could have met the other ghosts...