Last night wasn't so eventful. I remember fragments.

I know that two nights ago I had a dream that I was at Edy's in McElroy here on campus, but that after I ordered, I went behind the counter to talk to a friend of mine. She wanted to give me my shake free, but I was worried someone might see me. She took my card and pretended to swipe it, but didn't. As I walked away, I saw that there were security cameras pointed right at the desk, just like in a convenience store. I was worried, but I don't remember anything past that.

Last night I dreamed of...haha...I'm not sure I remember any more. Nope. If it comes to me, I'll add it, but for right now, disregard this message...

 
Last night was great! I remember several dreams, the first of which took place in my late grandmother's home.

I'm not sure how it begun. I often forget the beginnings of dreams. What I do know is that at some point I was walking around outside her home, in the grass near the neighbor's house. When I went up near the neighbor's home (I think I was looking for something...a well?...) I noticed a Beware of the Dog sign, and instantly, a hideous dog with teeth everywhere, even for eyes, emerge, barking at me. I escaped him easily by...walking away. There were huge bumblebees everywhere, but I kept thinking that if I didn't bother them, they wouldn't bother me. So, I went about my business without flinching, despite the fact that they often zipped by my arms and head, leaving only inches between the two. After walking around for some time, I went into the garage, which didn't really look like her garage...but it was. I went to the door, from behind which I could hear the buzz of flies and bees, stronger than outside. I threw the door open and stepped back, after which a continual stream of these insects poured from the door, one after another. When the flow slowed, I went inside. The house was decaying now, full of insects and the smell of death. Dust floated the air, making the light hazy and dim. Entering one room, I saw blue-tinted tarantulas crawling on the floor, along with blue scorpions. Strangely, I was not afraid, although in life I am terrified of arachnids. The bees and flies swarmed about as well. Leaving the room, I opened another door. Had there been music, the orchestra would have played a hit so loud as to make a person jump out of his or her chair. In the bathtub lay my uncle David, drowned in obvious suicide. I can't remember much after that, that'll do.

My second dream is again one I don't remember the beginning of, but i know it involved being outside in some beautiful countryside. I think we were driving through it at first, before going on foot to walk about. The sky was cloudy. Eventually, I remember meeting up with Craig Elsner, an old friend, with whom I started discussing the idea of human flight (without a plane). He said he didn't think anything we could do would support us, unless we had a glider of some sort. I supposed him right, and there's not much more to this, except walking around through the landscape and knowing how wonderful it was. That was short.

This dream was strange. Let's start there. I'm not sure of the beginning (what a trend), but at one point I know that I had a fgiht with a female character in the dream and that somehow, the six people with whom we were traveling wound up in a chamber without a wall on one side, which led into a prison cell. I saw this scene from outside, and the people resembled video game characters. Regardless, I left the room with a man and woman, leaving three women, discussing the fight I had just had with one of them. Then, deciding that they needed to free someone from a prison cell in the same room, one of the three walked over and through the wall of the prison cell. The other two were amazed, since it would be so easy to accomplish their task. She left the cell once more and re-entered, but now a clear forcefield materialized between her and the others, locking her into prison with...

Change here. I'm the person in the cell. I don't know how that happened.

I re-enact the walking in and of the prison chamber, and find Aleia in the cell with me. We talk briefly, push at the wall, and she says, ".....something....burns fast, the only cure is cold," which somehow refers to the prison wall. In order to test the forcefield once again (without touching the wall, which I had made her do), I pick up a shoe from the corner of the room and press it against the field, which stands strong.

No transition, and I'm on the bus.

I'm on a bus with Samuel L. Jackson and two other men. Supposedly I think the line Aleia used, ".....something....burns fast, the only cure is cold," is from a movie with Jackson. He knows the phrase, but he can't place where. He says it's an "Old Newton Massachusetts Phrase." He remembers the last name of the man who said it, but that's it. Anyhow, we're on this bus attempting to avoid some sort of authorities, and I know that if we turn right at the next light, we'll be caught. Luckily, the bus turns left. Then, behind us, I see a Boston College newton bus, decorated like a trolley and equipped with streams of lights and beads. It looks like a tourist trolley from hell. We continue down the road, and the dream ends. Fin.

 
I remember bits from a couple of my dreams last night. Here they are.

I'll go backward. I was in Prof. Canavan's class with a group of people who were not in the class. Some were from high school, some from college. Canavan had two leashed little creatures this time. Her dog, Shakespeare, of course, and another that I can't recall right now. It might have been a cat, but I don't know. Anyhow, the dream was rather short, and in it the entire class was going outside for a walk in the woods. Something tells me this was similar to my high school's "Outdoor Classroom;" also, before leaving, Canavan had to get leashes for the animals, which she removed from lockers much like those the teachers keep their things in in high school. I asked to take Shakespeare--she obliged. As I was holding the little ring onto which the leash attaches (she was getting the leash), Shakespeare looked up at me and whined, "Ooh ooh," making the little whining dog sound. I comforted him, telling him, "It's okay. It's okay." He calmed down and turned his head. I think his head hit a desk on the way around. I wanted to laugh about it, because it should've been funny, but then I wasn't sure if it had actually happened...The dream ended there with the sound of my alarm clock. Now that I've typed this one out, I can't remember the other two I could remember. If they come back, I'll add them, but otherwise, that's all.

 
This is definitively the scariest dream I've ever had. For three nights after having it, I had trouble sleeping...I'm surprised I'm sharing it. I've only had it once, on the Friday before returning to school during Spring Break.

I'm not quite sure how this one began. The first thing I recall was walking down the hallway in my home and into the kitchen, where my mother stood. She didn't notice me; I didn't know why. I tried to speak with her, but she couldn't hear me. Shortly thereafter, I realized I was dead and trying to communicate. I screamed and cried, but it was to no avail. I was dead. Dead.

Moments later, my brother walked through the room. I chased frantically after him, grabbing him, shaking him, but it did not help. I was dead. Returning to the kitchen, I re-enacted a scene from a certain Robin Williams film...I grabbed my mother's hand and made it move. I tried to write through her, but it did not work. They went outside. I followed.

Outside, I saw right off that a distant crow, huge and black, fixed its beady eyes upon me, staring. It could see me. It knew I was there; then, our long-dead dog, Sheba approached. Looking back, I wonder now if she might have been dead...that doesn't seem right, though, because my brother and mother were playing with her. They saw how she ran toward me and played with me...They wondered what had possessed their dog. I was dead. I awoke, afraid to return to sleep.

 
Here's recurring dream #1: It's a scary one.
I believe I had this dream between the ages of 7-(probably) 15

I awake in my old home, the one on Sheridan Road, where I lived until 7th grade. I'm not sure what's wrong at first, but I know something isn't quite right. So, I get out of bed and go to the light switch. When I flip it up, no lights turn on. A chill fear runs down my spine, and I realize this dream will be a nightmare. The light switch phenomenon is a common marker of just that..

Anyhow, I go out into the hallway, which is faintly lit, with a bluish-grey tint. The hall lights are on; they just don't give off much light. I'm frightened, and I know that my parents room, just to my left, would be safe haven, but I learned after the recurrence of this dream that entering their room only means death. If I run in there, I'll try to jump on their bed, but I'll hear the growls of some thing behind me, feel a tug on my ankle, and be taken away to my death. So I continue down the hall.

The next room on the left is my brother's bedroom--but not in the dream. On the contrary, the nightmare presents his room as a gigantic library, through which the growling things whisk about like demons, laser red and green eyes pulling book after book from the shelves, studying them, and returning them to their places. All the while, deep, grating moans, like scratching from the back of their throats, fill the room. I run down the hall and, turn right through the kitchen, and enter the family room. My brother, Craig, sits, eyes fixed upon a blank TV screen. It's that bluish color that appears when you're on the VCR input...Bathed in the light, he stares, and stares, and stares.
"Craig, come on, they're coming for us!" I scream. He turns to look at me; suddenly, fear permeates his stare as the groans and growls of the spirits appear from within the hall. We're trapped. Sometimes we fight them off--sometimes we lose. The dream determines that much. That's how that one goes. Hope you liked it.

 
The first entry. A couple friends use this, so I thought I'd give it a shot. For now, I think this will be dream journal, and to get caught up, I'm going to insert a few older dreams from this year to get started off. Sadly, I took a long leave of absence from my dream-recording career, so I only have a few from a few consecutive days in January and February. I'll add some recurring dreams from my earlier life and do what I can to keep nightly updates. Oh yes, since I often write these in the middle of the night, please excuse any proofreading oversights! Here goes:

1/31/02
I am in a dorm somewhere here on campus; the setup of the rooms and halls really doesn’t resemble anywhere, but I’m on campus nonetheless and planning to go to a party with Katy Fritz and someone else. It’s not Megan, because she’s staying in to do work. After talking to Katy on the phone and trekking down to her room at the end of the hall (it’s set at an angle in the corner), I return to my room, possibly to get ready, but I’m actually unsure of the true purpose. In Katy’s room, the couch sits somewhat in the middle of the common room, the TV being against the rear wall. Regardless, when I return to Katy’s room to leave, two old, almost dead-looking women answer the door, scraggly gray hair streaming down the sides of haggard, lined faces. They’re ugly. One might be Megan, but I think they tell me that she’s in her room doing work. There’s a note somewhere stating something nonsensical, but I don’t remember exactly what it says. Now that my plans with Katy and her friend are spoiled, I decide to call Blake, my best friend, even though it’s 11:30 p.m. He says he’ll be right over, around 12:30, because he has “some things to do.” I think it’s odd that he’s coming that late, but it’s all right. I want to see him. I haven’t in some time. In the meantime, I see an extremely agile spider on the wall, and as many know, spiders terrify me, so I have much difficulty killing it. It’s also very quick, so that worsens the situation. I call it a “quick little fucker” and eventually kill it. At that point, though, I realize that spiders are slowly overtaking my walls; suddenly, my roommate is here. I don’t think he was before, but nonetheless, I’m atop a bunk bed, and I slide between the bar at the foot of the bed and the mattress, only to hear that there are “three spiders right above me.” In horror, I slide from the bed and land outside. I run for a while, and when I return to my room (that part is quite hazy), the lights throughout the building are off, signaling that the dream is now a nightmare, but I realize this, and the dream becomes lucid. I pull myself from it, waking in my room. Moments later, I return to sleep, and the dream continues. As in all my nightmares, the light switches don’t work when I flip them, and I just decide to go down to Megan’s room, but I get lost in the hallway, and I don’t know whose room I’m in at any given point. It’s not scary, since I know it’s a nightmare and that I can at any time wake, which I do several times. I’m not sure how the dream ends. Eventually, the lights return and the dream ceases. That’s all.

2/1/02
Sadly, I think I can only remember one dream from last night. It takes place at my house in Evansville. In it, I start off just by being in my house, although my parents and I are expecting visitors, who happen to be Alexis and her parents. They arrive shortly thereafter, although I don’t recall seeing anyone but the father until later on. I know he is a restaurateur in real life, and in this dream, he’s at our house to cook dinner, some Greek food, as it is that Alexis is Greek. I must go out that night, because the next thing I remember is coming in again late at night. My mother sits on the couch, as she always does, drinking a beer and watching TV. She asks how my night was, and I ask where everyone is; she said that Alexis’ parents are upstairs in the spare bedroom and that Alexis is asleep on the dining room floor. I don’t see this as anything unusual, somehow. Remembering that Alexis’ father made us dinner, I ask if there are leftovers, and my mother says to take what I want. There’s rice; it’s white, but longer grained than usual, and there are some other grainy-colored rice pieces scattered loosely in it as well. There’s a beef dish and something else. Actually, now that I think about it, Alexis and I ate Hummus together in an earlier scene. The Hummus was purple-colored and flavored with Karo Syrup. Alexis doesn’t like Hummus in real life. He took it out of his refrigerator, so at some point, I must’ve been at the Exarhoplos home, although I know it looked like my aunt Cheryl’s. Returning to the main story, I go to bed and, while in my room that night, talk to Becca on the phone. She says something about her friend Kim being over, and I tell her that Alexis’ family is at my house, so I say, “Come on over.” She obliges, and the following is pretty hazy, but the next thing I remember is going in to get breakfast the next morning. I thought it strange that morning had come, since I thought Becca would arrive in the middle of the night. That explains the confusion. So, I get cereal, and Becca eats more leftover Greek food (which has at this point been out all night), and we go into the dining room, where Kim and Alexis are up, both dressed in pajamas, eating cereal and talking. We say hello, and I can’t recall anything after that. Fin.

2/2/02
Well, I don’t really remember much of what I dreamt last night, sadly, but I know that at some point it entailed a Snickers Ice Cream bar, like the one I had eaten earlier that night at Lower. Someone gave it to me, and I was confused, because I couldn’t remember if I had eaten one already or if this was to be the first one I would eat. I think the fat content worried me, because I had looked at it earlier, while I was actually in Lower that night. There was also another aspect of my dream regarding contacts, in which my father and I were in this bathroom with my brother, but I’m not sure if he was there, actually. I was having a problem with my contacts, and while I was trying to clean it, my father was trying to show me different ways. He showed me a particular way to clean them, which he called the “Mark Sammet way;” it somehow involved a paper towel, and I think that had something to do with the shoe shining questions of the day before. I don’t recall anything more to date.

2/5/02
I had an odd dream last night about having people over for dinner in a house that was supposedly mine. I wasn’t any older than I am now, and my parents were around, but we were planning to have Oliver Thomas and Diane Sammet over to our house for some sort of dinner. The reason the house was only “supposedly” mine stemmed from the fact that it was much bigger—a definite mansion—and a big fancier. In fact, now that I think about it, its setup somewhat resembled that of Cheryl and Jimmy’s home. Anyhow, Diane Sammet arrived (I saw her car pull into the driveway), but she took forever to get to the door. Wondering where she was, I went to the back door to look out and saw her rather confusedly exit the garage, which she had apparently mistaken for our house. Then, Oliver arrived; we said hello, and suddenly Jacob was in my house as well, only much shorter. His freckles were the only feature that shed light on whom he was. They exchanged a few words about both graduating from Memorial, specifying the years and such, and the dream ended. That’s it.