Dreams Scape

A post or two about dreams I have encouraging others to share theirs.

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  • What’s Left

    This dream was more weird than adventurous. Hold on friends because it all happens in the same room. I the writer wants to move to greener pastures in terms of living situations and I guess my dreams took charge of what could happen. Let’s set the scene in terms of where I’m at in this dream. Walking into what would be my new apartment I find my old one that’s warped, larger, and somewhat messier than I could have imagined it. Going to the bathroom I find the vanity gone replaced with just the sink and what appears to be self tanner all over the wall. The toilets missing and the wall is all scratched up. The lights look adjusted and were moved right next to the sink. It looks like someone tried to demo the whole room. I move to the kitchen, then what would appear to be the first living room then the second one. I see magazines, papers, dishes, old clothes and a bunch of stuff that appears to be from the previous tenants. A unexpected key turn in the door and the hinges appear to shake. and the door swings wide open. A older women, appears to be o some asian decent storms the door and starts rifling through the news papers picking up her old books and as I follow her around the room I ask why do you have the key to this old apartment. She says I needed to grab a few things. I said ok well give me the key back and I put it in a little lock box next to the front door. I turn the dead bolt and hope for no more visitors. For some reason the door seems to have shrunk and no. longer fitting the frame. A second person starts to insert the key and turn over the lock. The younger white man rushes past me and he’s looking at all the dishes, electronics, and other things he left behind. I once again ask him hey give me the key back he goes ok and drops in my hand. I take the key to the log box drop it in with my other key. This process keeps happening with more and more people and all the sudden I look around and most of the rooms are empty. What seemed like a smaller room turns into a two bedroom apartment with a large kitchen and many many keys in the lock box. Some keys have black electric tape around them. Some look remade and I seem to under that each person had a purpose of coming back. The room itself held memories of mementos from the residence pasts. All the sudden with wildest confusion I wake up.

  • Missing for 7 Days

    Last nights dream was a doozy. 

    To the best of my abilities the first part of this dream started off with me in a hospital like setting. A group of women and myself rushed a room ( I presume a waiting room or an OR room). We had all gone around talking to people we shouldn’t, convincing patients that they should leave and even running around the hospital like crazy people. We end up in a waiting room waiting to leave. We all pile into a car and escape with just an inch of being caught. A few moments later I find myself in front of my old work. I had tried to pick up where I left off and starting running the register. I suddenly felt super shaky and fell over. The screen got fuzzy and an old lady wanted to pay her purchase. I realized she had no money so I told her to leave it and come back. I tried to communicate that to her but wasn’t putting sentences together. I realized she had left with all her stuff and my ability to stand up was getting worse and worse. I finally walked out of the store and realized it was almost morning. I stumbled around for felt like hours trying to find the group who had dropped me off there. I remember a restaurant and some side views of the street. I finally found a parking lot with a ton of tents and people. It turned out to be a rescue group looking for me. They had clothing and food, and all this supplies for people they were looking for. I remember still unable to talk and walk very well. The group tried to interview me and talk about my whereabouts. My ability to get what I needed to say was stagnant. I wanted to call my father but the phone screen kept changing every time I tried to call him. They had told me my family was looking for me and I had gone missing for 6 days. I didn’t think I had been gone that long but I must have passed out. I tried so hard to tell them what happened then realized I was being interrogated. I asked if I needed a lawyer present. Turned out they think I stole something from the hospital and wanting to know where I had been. Between trying to call my dad and telling them I need a lawyer my ability to speak or get what I needed to say was making me angry. I finally turned over and woke myself up.

  • Starry Trampoline

    The dream begins with me in a meadow behind a house with short grass. A dewy like feeling surrounds the night sky. Slightly crisp and cold to the feeling of my body I look up and see the clearest of skies. Stars illuminate the night sky and in front of me I see a trampoline. Not knowing how I got on I begin to jump higher and higher. The sky getting closer and closer with each jump. The weightlessness and knowledge I can do anything in a dream I feel like flying. As I hit my highest jump I know this is the moment I begin to fly. I look over the meadow and see nothing but grass. Above me the stars get closer and closer until I’m sucked in. What feels like an air vent I get pushed into a ride like the one from Peter Pan in Disneyland. Not as animated or animatronic I see paper like stars on the wall, paper leaves, and paper mache trees. As I sit on the ride I see what looks like an abandoned circus trailers. Littering the once green meadow’s, dry grass, and a dusky smell. In each trailer there are puppets on strings. Wooden wheels all around rotting with no upkeep and not a person in sight. As I hit the end of the ride I see the vent again and is if knows to pull me back up I am sucked through and in the grassy meadows once more. I repeat this dream several times until I wake up.

  • UnderWater

    I start off in a war site that feels like it’s in the Mediterranean. Fueled by the dream knowledge that I need to keep moving. That who ever is after me is not far behind. Around me is a group of hostages that were set free from the palace on their ways back to the homelands. The water is what connects us to other worlds not of my own. The only way out is to hold our breath and go in under water caverns that connect us to freedom. We set forth into a well lit cavern with golden orange encrusted walls as it leads us to ways out. We emerge and get attacked immediately, we found we haven’t swam far enough or long enough to get away from our attackers. The jungles that we had to previously called home wants us back in their grasps. Not knowing why this dream scares me so badly I wake up in an instance.

    For more detail I will keep coming back to this blog to update on any details I come too.