Dream Chronicle VII

It’s been a while since I’ve slept soundly enough to remember a dream I had.  At least, ones that I can post on here

Last night, I had limited sleep, but it was good sleep.  This dream involved myself, my roommate Ken, and his 7-year-old son, Gabe.  It was probably also influenced by the several hours of Gears of War play that occurred before I went to bed.  And an interesting reference to Tales of the Abyss.

“He’s in there,” Ken said.  He pointed at the decrepit building, guarded by a number of rough-looking men, armed with all manners of pipes, wooden staves, and brass knuckles.

From my vantage point behind a roadblock down the street, I hefted my staff.  Two entrances, one on the same street as us, and one around the corner, both crowded with thugs, gave us our only hope of entry.

 

“Ken, just the two of us can’t hope to take all of them.”  I shook my head.  “We need to get help.”

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Dream Chronicle VI

My mom, dad, and I were driving through an airport.  It was sunny outside, and pretty warm weather.  It was different than a regular airport, because we drove up to someone and handed them our tickets, who then granted us admission to the airport, and placed a small sticker stub on the windshield.

We drove further on, discussing our upcoming vacation.  Everything seemed set.  Out main discussion was what to do with the van.  My mom said that they had long-term, 30-day parking here.

We passed another man, who, oddly enough, was Shawn, one of my co-workers, and he checked our ticket stub and directed us to drive down to terminal A.  He assured us everything was on time and sent us on our way.

Dream Chronicle V

I was managing the store I used to manage, the Wireless Zone, in Mount Holly.  There will several people working there, I did not know who they were.  We were all dressed, not as we would have dressed actually working at the Wireless Zone there, but as if we were at the full Verizon Wireless stores: black slacks, white shirts, and ties.

I stood up from behind the counter, waving something I had found.  A kind of “why is this here?”  I believe it might have been a product that had not been put away properly.  Everyone there looked at me, but did not say a word.  The emotions I felt were pretty clear of the situation:  I had obviously been gone for quite some time, and had come back now to manage, but everyone there was new from when I was there.

With no one answering, I sighed and walked around the outside of the room, taking it to whereever it was supposed to go.

Dream Chronicle IV

My brother Michael, my friend Jeesely, and I were at some kind of grocery store.  It had to be one of those super Wal-Marts because there was electronics and stuff there too.  I remember that we did not have a lot of money between us. 

We were going up and down the aisles, looking for various things.  Jeesely kept picking things up off of the shelf that we really couldn’t afford.  (Which, by the way, is totally NOT like her in real life.  She’s got a damned coupon for EVERYTHING.)  I once had to scold her for picking up a small bag of Corn Pops that cost like 4 dollars.

We couldn’t afford to buy expensive cereals, so I went down the aisle looking for what was cheapest.  Towards the end, corn flakes were on sale for a dollar a box.  I started going towards it, but Michael started complaining that he didn’t like corn flakes.  He and I started to argue about it, and while we were arguing, somebody came by and picked up the last two boxes on the shelf!

 

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Dream Chronicle III

I was on a business trip to somewhere, and we had come to a hotel.  There were events for this trip that were taking place within the hotel, so that was the setting.  Different floors held different activities.

At one point, for some reason, I wanted to retire early, and so I went to guest services to see about getting a room.  The first guy said he was gonna “be getting the hell out of here shortly,” so I had to go to another desk and speak to them.  The girl at the second desk was very friendly, but was saying I should enjoy some of the other activities before taking a room.

I was quite adamant about wanting a room, so the manager shows up, and starts showing me the itinerary of events, and what kinds of things I’d enjoy doing, and then I could come back after 6pm.

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Dream Chronicle II

For a while, I was away, in another world.  When it was time for me to come home, I returned through the portal with a young woman.  From what I can remember, she was shorter than I, seemingly Asian in descent.  She had short brown hair, and a brilliant smile.  Absolutely adorable and beautiful at the same time.  And from the way she looked at me, she loved me very much, and that was why I was returning with her.

No one seemed to accept her at first.  She was quiet, reserved, and quietly dealt with everyone treating her as an outsider, a stranger.  But everytime I seemed down or sad, I would see her face beaming up at me, encouragingly.

Eventually, those who cared about me saw that she was the source of my strength and happiness, and realized this girl was something special, and everyone was glad that I was happy, truly happy, as I had not been for years.

Dream Chronicle I

I’m flying on a small aircraft, one of those small luxury jetliners with only like 6 seats in the main cabin.  It is sunny outside, and I’m looking out the window with a drink in my hand.  Blank is the one flying the craft.  My mother is sitting next to me, excited that we’re going to…whereever it was we were going. 

Suddenly, Blank goes, “Watch this!”  and immediately pulls up, looping the plane upside down.  I feel the immense force pushing me into my seat.  My eyes are closed, so I don’t see anything, but I call out:  “My mother can’t handle this in her condition!”  Everything fades to darkness.