Drinking Buddies

First off, I would like to apologize for the fact that it has been so many months since I last posted in either of my blogs (not that anyone reads them at this point, but oh well). However, I plan to get back to it in the hopes of someday acquiring a following, so I'm starting with my most recent dreams (these two occurred on the night before last).



The first dream started with ten men on a bus. I didn't notice this during the dream, but they were all completely identicle; white guys with brown hair, brown jackets, blue dress shirts, and nondescript faces. Then, right as the bus' door was closing, an eleventh man (who looked the same as the first ten) climbed on. From this point on, he and the tenth man on board grew distinct personalities within the group, the others just fading into the background. #11 was very friendly and everyone liked him; everyone, that is, except for #10, who was determined to be made miserable by #11's presence, feeling replaced considering he had caused them to exceed their maximum number. Soon, the bus arrived at an Irish bar (yes, bar, not pub) and the men went inside. The atmosphere inside was light and cheery, and it was empty of people. The only thing there was a bar with ten identicle beer mugs sitting in a straight line along it. The men approached the bar and #10 was about to complain about there not being enough mugs when #11 opened his briefcase, which was completely empty except for a single beer mug. Everyone commented that it was perfectly identicle to the others, which it was, and the man explained that this was because he had gotten it as a souvineer when he had gone to this very same bar on his first date with his wife.
The men drank and then fell asleep, but my dream fast forwarded right past this, not showing it at all. It skipped straight to everyone waking up again. However, the group was no longer eleven identical men. #11 had turned into me, and the first ten had turned into a group of my friends from real life. One of them was exclaiming that a train was derailing nearby and was about to crash into the bar, so we all ran outside and up a green, grass-and-clover-covered hill. I was worried I wouldn't make it because I'm a slow runner to begin with and I was bare-foot and could feel dew on the grass, but we all made it in plenty of time. Looking back, we could see the bar, train tracks running behind it, and behind that, a town. The town had 5-10 people wandering around in it, a few of which were randomly dressed like Christmas elves, and seemed unrealistically large in scale compared to the other things in the scene. Then the train went by, still perfectly following the track. We all commented that we were lucky it missed us, and one of my other friends mentioned that the population in town hadn't grown after the passage of the train, like it usually does. Immidiately after he said this, however, a whole horde of people started walking into town.



My other dream started with a man who's looks resembled that of a typical Grey Alien, except that he was dressed in starry blue robes, like a wizard. He was on the second floor of a place, and he was standing next to the hole in the floor through which a concave wall rose. Beside him stood a stereotypical fat little boy dressed in a horizontally-stripped shirt taunting him for his lack of ability to play video games. In order to prove himself, the tall, thin man jumped through the hole, slowing his decent by grabbing onto ropes and knobs that dangled from the curved wall's interior. From the moment his feet hit the sandy floor below, however, he changed. His clothing was now a pair of tattered, pale jeans and a T-shirt, and I was seeing everything from his perspective. He was in a video game of sorts. He had three options of where to go; he could go up a ramp that returned him to the second floor, or he could go through the enterance of the place he was in and turn left or right. He chose the right path. It was, however, barred by a guard rail like that you would see along the side of the road. Before hopping over it, he stopped to read what was enscribed onto it. There was a threanening message there, and though I can't remember it verbatim, it did involve people who liked frogs and many very violent verbs. He realized he needed more weaponry before going there, and so went back up the ramp to the second floor, which was now his home. I realized that he was a member of a crime-fighting family, except that he was, unlike the rest of them, incompetent. He didn't understand anything, but he hid it from his family through careful conversational techniques. A woman suddenly appeared, who I assumed to be his sister. He asked her for a weapon, saying he didn't know where they were because people took some on missions. She asked what he already had and he showed her a weak knife and a very small gun, which he gathered through their conversation was good for nothing more than shooting a stream of paint at someone. She gave him a better gun, taking the safety off (which he was glad of since he didn't know how to work the safety), and a stronger knife as well. Then she left and he continued his adventure.
After jumping over the guardrail, he encountered a waterfall and stopped to feel the mist on his face. Then he went into this underground, sewer-like place. He came across three children here; two, a brother and sister pair, did nothing but watch him, but the third, a little boy (perhaps the one from the beginning of the story, I don't know) threw knives at him while his mother complained aloud to herself that she must have raised him badly. Then I woke up.

Satanists and Bacon

My dream began as a friend and I were walking along a wooded path that exists in real life near to where I live and like to spend time with friends. As we were walking along, we came upon a strange man. We greeted him in the friendly manner most people reserve for strangers whom they aren't planning on talking to ever again, and he began to converse with us. He explained that he was a Satanist and began talking about the devil as though with a fascination that he was sure we shared. He explained that it was only a misconception that the devil's number is 616, and that it is actually 696 instead. He also handed us a card with 696 written on it. Then he let us go and we were on our way. Being the agnostic that I am, I didn't feel incredibly intimidated by the satanist, as to me he was just another soul caught up in organized religion. Admittedly, however, I did take a moment to notice that the number that he had claimed to be that of the devil, 696, happened to be the even more misconceived devil's number, 666, with the middle 6 turned upside down. Then my friend and i continued walking without a further thought to it. After a few moments we came across a woman, although we stopped in her tracks when we noticed that her hand was unnaturally disfigured in a way that made it appear as though the world around us was contorting and that she had actually been quite normal not two seconds before. Then as we watched, she began laughing a soul-melting, evil laugh. The bottom of her head (where it would connect to her neck) began to fade into translucency, eventually slipping sideways and falling off completely. It landed on the ground, solid once more, beside her body, and it continued to laugh.



This ended my first dream. The second, and final, dream that I had that night was slightly less disturbing and much more bizarre. I was in some random town which was made much like a fair or an amusement park, except that I was there full time. Every twilight, when the sun set, I would go to this certain restaurant and sit in the booth by the big window and look out at the beautiful scene. This happened three times. The third time, however, the booth seat that I normally used was occupied. In its stead, I took the seat across the table from it, turning around backwards in my seat to look out the window instead. This sunset was unlike the others in that it did not look like the types of sunsets that one sees in real life. Two big, glowing purple blobs lit up the sky almost directly above the restaurant that I was sitting in. These purple blobs took the shape of an amoeba and a protozoa, respectively, and hovered there for quite some time before slowly fading off into the distance. As they got smaller and farther away, night slowly fell, although it refrained from getting completely dark. After there was nothing more to see, I heard voices behind me debating the scientific anomaly of the sunset's shape, and I turned around to see that the seat I normally occupied and now sat across from contained none other than my boyfriend and my best guy friend. I greeted them, and they greeted me in return, and we decided to go off and ride some rides. On one of them, we were all in the car together and we came up over the crest of a hill, and at that exact moment something beautiful, round, and golden-and-hot-pink appeared in our line of vision, looking like a sun from another world or something else breathtakingly beautiful. I tried to call their attention to it, but they only nodded absent-mindedly while they continued discussing the sunset scientifics, and after a moment I understood their disinterest as the car continued on its track and I discovered that my beautiful sun was nothing more than the light discharge from the back of a glowing sign. After that ride was over, we continued, walking along a boardwalk with a section with an appearance similar to a playing card. As I walked across it, it tipped vertically, and I latched onto it before climbing up to where the guys were standing, watching me. At this point my dream gets a little more vague, as all I can really remember is that bad things such as this kept happening and the three of us kept getting hurt. Eventually, I discovered that the source of our misfortune was that my boyfriend kept attempting to cook bacon. Every time he would attempt this, we would get hurt because of it. I don't know why and I don't know how, but this was the reason. The very last time he attempted to cook bacon, we were sent to an old villiage doctor afterwards. This doctor was faced with the task of putting all of our arms and heads back on. He tied them on with mouse tails, and the mice attatched had to sit on our shoulders. This was when I woke up for good.

A Short Introduction To The Blog

I would just like to welcome all my readers. I have always been fascinated with dreams and am now looking forward to sharing some of my more interesting ones with the world. I'm not usually sure what any of them really mean (if anything), but any insight I have on this I will share in the posts as well.

I hope that you all have as much fun reading about my wacky dreams as I do when I hear those of others!