Strange Dreams, Part Four

     A fourth listing of my really strange, often cinematic dreams.

     11-24-15, A lot of the action in this dream was conveyed through comic book panels; the color palette was something with several shades of blue, gray and orange. It was another warlike situation like those with Ashland from a couple years ago, but this one was spy-filled. There was something about a turquoise ring that was important; and also something about getting a ride from a guy who only had access to a van for that day only; Mom was pregnant and some scientific genius, and Keith Urban and Jon Bon Jovi were on my character's side. Samara was kind of a wild card with motives unclear, though she was working with Mom somehow. There was this big showdown with my character, Keith Urban and Jon Bon Jovi facing off with random soldiers of the other side's HYRDA/Nazi-like organization, Mom and Sam were there, too, on the sidelines, maybe? This voice says, "I have filled this one with scientific hate." "I have filled this one with scientific faith." ("Is that even possible?" my character wonders.) Just then Keith Urban and Jon Bon Jovi's faces melt off and reveal polished white metal skulls and wild mechanical eyes raring to attack me. "I have filled this one with scientific curiosity." "And this one I have filled with all three." Things go dark in the room right there and I wake up, not knowing who was speaking right then and who was the remaining real person. The real Keith Urban and Jon Bon Jovi are about to plow into the room as backup; there was a mention by the unidentified voice that "Aurora will be very pleased with these events."

     7-15-10, found while going through an old notebook.
     In a small town in south Texas in the early 1900s, a quiet unassuming man came to be the town's new defense attorney (and part-time doctor, while the main one is away). He always seemed a little odd, wasn't married, stayed by himself a lot and didn't sing hymns enthusiastically at all. This is why the town thought he was odd. He hired boys to spy on certain fathers in town, which they also thought was strange, as the fathers they watched weren't the ones that needed watching. He also had a queer attitude towards death for a doctor, he was exhilirated, almost seemed to glow, whenever he heard that someone was buried in their grave. After about 20 years or so, all these brutal murders are committed and the lawyer ascends to basically controlling the entire town. Told mostly in first person account from a boy.

     1-11-16, I woke up at least eight times tonight; the dreams I had were the mundane type. There was an ice storm, and then Dad was yelling at me for some reason, and the only other bit I remember had something to do with cooking food.

     2-27-16, it was the first show of the RSU Theater's play this semester, Tales From Tent City, but half the cast was missing for some reason(including our narrator). So we just plowed on as best we could, improvising when necessary. It turned out to be salvageable, considering the circumstances, though not anywhere near "good". Also, Ashleigh and Ashland were being arrested; they were handcuffed as a police officer escorted them to their seats in the audience. .

     4-11-16, during a large thunderstorm, among lots of other extremely stressful dreams that lasted for about fifteen minutes each before I wake up panicked again, I was listening to Courtney complaining angrily about how Nano dying has kept her from being better friends with Audrey; because she had apparently driven up to Tulsa to visit with Courtney, Paige, Callie and the Fergusons, but then Nano died and there was her funeral, and then Audrey was really miffed about Courtney not seeing her.

     8-2-16, First I was doing everything wrong at camp, and Brother Larry was yelling at me, and then I was being held hostage by a drug-addicted Mexican dude with a machine gun in North Tulsa. They were both terrifying.

     8-4-16, Mom and I are playing Scrabble one night when Valerie and Eddy Rice come pulling into the driveway, just back from California on vacation. They got me a book titled Wake Up San Francisco!, because of my liking for traveling and Full House, and then had a bunch of people sign it, including Mrs. Hollis and Brenna, Mrs. Curtis and Sam Gaston.

     8-7-16, I was having to answer all these super-hard Jeopardy-style questions while at the same time playing beach volleyball in a pouring rainstorm. And if I missed a question or the ball touched the ground, I would be killed. It was extremely stressful and unpleasant.