Nov 142015

This was a few nights ago, so I don’t remember everything all that clearly. To give background, there is this guy I work with, Eric, who lives in a somewhat rural area, collects junk and fixes it or repurposes it into weird stuff.

In my dream, we were visiting Eric, but his home was near San Francisco, on the north side of the Golden Gate Bridge. He had lots (as in parking lot, or vacant lot) spread around with constructions in various states of incompleteness. As we were hanging out there listening to Eric ramble on about the various projects, for whatever reason, we decided we needed to walk to San Francisco across the Golden Gate Bridge, but not on the street level — in my dream, the bridge was covered, with a stair-step style cover that went across the top cables of the bridge. For some reason we felt we needed to go up and down those stairs to cross the bridge. I think in my dream, pedestrians were not allowed at street level (no idea if they are allowed or not).

We got to the bridge, and then we basically had to dive for cover. An old couple, like in their mid-seventies, were sledding down the stairs. Jostling down the steps at what seemed like 50 miles an hour — completely straight-faced. No smiles or laughter or fear or trepidation.

Nov 192012

Last night I dreamt there was a guy who bred telepathic snakes. He had a bunch at a research center in the city near the river.

One night while he was at home, there was an earthquake that destroyed his research center. He headed into town, and ran into one of his snakes. Telepathically, he asked it how things were going.

The snake was pretty calm for having survived the leveling of his home in an earthquake. “We’re going to head out into the country to [some particular location] and gather together the ones that we know of. Then we’ll start organizing search parties to try and find the rest of the telepathic snakes. We have to stay away from the river, of course.”

Jul 132010

So, instead of working on getting pictures ready for the post that I’ve basically written, I started writing a program to help me rename and sort photos more easily. No photos for you. Instead, a really weird dream.


Some guy went to a redneck/hillbilly family’s place to “gain their approval”, for some unknown reason. They were having dinner, and everybody got a raw egg cracked onto their plates (which were like really large platters or trays). Everybody started whacking at eggs them with wooden-spoon-like utensils in order to break the yolks, but apparently they were very tough, because for the most part the eggs just flew around from platter to platter, so in the end no one had the same egg they started with.

During dinner, the family (one mean looking uncle in particular) was pressuring the guy to drink beer, and the guy succumbed and had a few. After dinner, the mean uncle triumphantly announced that he had slipped some sort of substance into the beer that caused the imbiber to go completely numb, and feel no pain.

To demonstrate, the mean uncle slapped the guy really hard in the face, making him fly backward and land in a campfire, where his clothes lit on fire. Sure enough, this did not cause the guy any pain. Somehow, the flames were put out.

Then things start to get really weird.

The reason the mean uncle had drugged the dinner guest was because he would need immunity from pain to fight…something. Whatever this thing was, it looked like a killer whale, but it could get around on land and it had big antlers like an elk’s, but even bigger. And so one of these strange creatures showed up, and the dinner guest guy fought it by sort of trying not to get killed by it (because it was pretty darn ferocious). Then a giant moose showed up. Somehow the guy tricked the killer whale creature into fighting with the giant moose instead. I think the moose won, and then went away.

I don’t know how the hillbilly family felt about it, but apparently the other killer whale things were very angry. They swarmed in to destroy the dinner guest guy. And then I woke up.


I’d be interested in any artistic folks’ renditions of the orca-elk thing.

Mar 162010

Last night (night of 15 March):
I dreamed I was eating concrete, the loose crumbly kind, served in little gray brownie shaped and sized squares. I was sitting in the back of a small truck reading the New Testament. This was a very interesting New Testament. It included such interesting verbiage as “fuck off” and talked a lot about heroin and cocaine, and seemed to be set in the ‘80s.

I wasn’t even slightly concerned about my teeth, but by the time I was uncomfortably full of cement, I was starting to be worried about my digestive tract. I had a very clear concern about the concrete hardening into a big ball in my stomach, and thought, “Well, if that happens, they can cut me open and remove a stomach-shaped chunk of concrete.”

At that point, I realized I needed to go to the bathroom to release the cement brownies. I was apparently hanging around in a bad part of some San Diego shaped town with people that I knew – I knew them in the dream, but they weren’t people that I actually know. Two of them, a man and a young-ish woman, were business partners. They ran a strip club together, but the guy was the main owner. The young woman was delivering the bad news that four or five of their strippers were pregnant, and most of the rest of them had some other medical problem that would prevent them from working. The young woman was saying she wanted to get out of their business agreement, because it didn’t seem to be going very well. The guy said something like, “Well, I could just quit instead.” For some reason, they both seemed to think this would solve all their problems.

I turned to the other person there, an older-ish woman, to ask where I could find a bathroom. She started taking me through a very run-down building toward the back, telling me not to drink the water, and explained that there was a big bass that would go swim in the ocean, and then come and stay in the pool for a while. This was somehow an example of how bad their water was. I was puzzled about this in the dream, but did not comment.

Eventually, we got all the way through to where the bathrooms were, and I got the distinct impression that it was a casino bathroom. The old lady came in with me, for some reason, and felt the need to go stall by stall to pick me a seat. Most of the stalls were occupied; two were empty. One of the empty ones was spraying water, leaving only one feasible option. And then I woke up.

Last Friday night (night of 12 March):
I had two dreams (or, one dream with a very precipitous segue between two very unrelated halves). In the first one, KrisDi and I were living in our current house with our current yard in a very different neighborhood. All the neighboring houses were quite large. They were older, but in fairly good shape, with huge, hideous yards – almost no grass, mostly weeds and open dirt and dumped concrete and piles of rocks, including lignite.

I decided that my side yard project would be most easily completed by filling it with lignite from one of the neighbor’s piles. I’m not clear on whether or not I had permission, or if I was just assuming I could take it, or if I was knowingly stealing it. So, I carried large chunks of coal into our yard and broke them up with a hammer until I had a big, chokingly dusty black mess in my side yard. Dust was billowing out through the fence, which was annoying the immediate neighbor (even though we don’t have an immediate neighbor on that side of the house).

That’s when I started to worry about the wisdom of using lignite as a filler material. I had still planned on putting topsoil on top of it and putting grass on that, and I started imagining the underground coal burning and turning into scoria (as opposed to scoria) and other unpleasant happenings.

And then we segued into the second dream, in which KrisDi and I were in the back of a van with her parents driving us to the hospital, because she was about to have a baby. Keep in mind I don’t know nothin’ ‘bout birthin’ no babies.

Anyway, it was taking us quite some time to get to the hospital, and KrisDi seemed fairly far along to me. She kept reporting how dilated she was by measuring with a tape measure. And then I woke up. I didn’t sleep very well that night.

Nov 302009

I didn’t sleep well last night. I think I was too busy worrying about my Thanksgiving leftover supply. It’s running low.

So, it’s been about twelve hours since I woke up, so I’ve forgotten a lot of details, but here’s the gist of the dream I had last night.

For whatever reason, there’s a group of children (6-10 years old) that are basically having a war. Camouflage, facepaint, automatic weapons (yes, real ones). A small group (four or five) have found some sort of natural cavern up high. It has a fairly large but not very rapid stream running through it, and a large opening (through the side, not through the floor) lets the water flow out.

These four or five kids have a leader, who is small and young even for their age group. He’s decided that war and killing is bad, and that they shouldn’t do it any more, and he has convinced his three or four followers that this is the right idea. So they’re up in their little hideout, peacefully not shooting each other, when another kid finds his way in. He’s still armed and aggressive, but after much tension, somehow they win this new kid over, too. He starts to warn them that he was a scout, and more armed kids are coming soon and that they should run.

Unfortunately, he didn’t convince them fast enough, and the other kids come in and start shooting. They kill all the peaceable kids (except the new one), and somehow among the confusion and with the new convert shooting at them, all the warlike kids get killed, too. That leaves the newly converted anti-war kid alone, surrounded with his dead new friends and his dead old friends (some of whom he had personally shot), filled with guilt and horror. He puts his gun under his chin and pulls the trigger, but he’s too small to get it in a straight line, and it goes through his jaw without killing him. He crawls to the opening where the water flows out and is getting ready to jump, and then I woke up.

So yeah. That wasn’t a very pleasant dream. What the hell did I eat?