Tag: sleep

a dream I had about being in an elementary school reading class

I was a student in the very nice classroom of a very nice African, perhaps Nigerian, teacher. We, us students and the teacher, had just found-out the upcoming college-style exam would include questions about readings he said wouldn’t be on it; a test that seemed to be days away. It meant we’d have to go back and review the readings, but we weren’t really upset about it; at-least I wasn’t and none of my classmates seemed to be. But the teacher’s smiley reaction to the news suggested he was a little embarrassed about his mistake.

What makes the dream special is that it was a lucid dream in the sense that I knew or had some idea that I was dreaming. I remember thinking how it would be funny if I jokingly asked if I could have the audiobook version of the new books he’d just assigned us to read. So I raised my hand, by making myself raise my hand; anticipating the fact that this dream teacher I didn’t have any conscious control over would answer me. And after a few seconds, he did. “Yes, Marcel,” I think he said. And when I asked my question, the whole class laughed.

2012 March 20

a dream I had about a beat I made

I guess I was working at Target. I remember the red and white color theme and the huge logo on the building. That’s where I had my headphones plugged in; the outside headphone jack; as I listened to the beat I made. It was a hip-hop type of beat with rock-style drums and an orchestral bassline, similar to In The Same Dream, and we were going to make a song out of it. That’s “we” meaning me, my boss; or one of the managers; and one or two other co-workers. They all seemed to love the beat as much as I did. And the song was going to be epic.

As I listened to it via the outside headphone jack, I kept thinking that if I were to unplug the headphones, the audio would play thru the outside and inside store speakers, meaning customers on both the outside and the inside of the store would hear it along with all the others workers. I don’t know if that would’ve actually happened or not, but the possibility intrigued me. I certainly didn’t mind on an aesthetic level if everyone heard it. It was just a beat, after all, with no potentially offensive vocals added yet. I kept thinking I’d get in big trouble for it nonetheless.

I did play it a while later thru the indoor speakers of a smaller store. It wasn’t Target. It was more like a privately-owned comic book shop or something. I must’ve been friends with the manager because they not only let me play it but stood there listening to it with me and a few other people, including Cambia. She compared it to a Rosie O’Donnell beat as others had. Oddly enough, Rosie O’Donnell had become a well-respected hip-hop music producer in this dream, so I responded by telling her that there was still room to get on it if she wanted to.

2012 March 09

a dream I had about being at home in my apartment

I was at home in my apartment, a little studio that probably doesn’t exist in real life, thinking about how very empty it was now that I’d gotten rid of, or folded down and stashed away, my bed in an effort to make more room.

I was also thinking about how different the place felt now that I’d been staying there for so long. I didn’t know if it felt better or worse, but it felt different than the first day when I went to the pharmacy to pick-up a prescription.

I was listening to woman giving a speech until I noticed a window on my screen asking whether or not I wanted to play more than one file at a time. I think I clicked “Yes”. That’s when, to my surprise, the audio stopped playing.

2012 March 07

a dream I had about playing Night Of The Living Dead

I was playing Night Of The Living Dead with a friend. It was a role playing game in the sense that we were talking to each other on the phone, imagining that we were in a house together; the house I grew-up in, I think; being attacked by killer zombies from the outside.

It was nighttime and there didn’t seem to be any lights on in the house. Perhaps the only sources of light were the street lamps shining in thru the unboarded windows. And the darkness made it all the more scary, which made the experience all the more realistic and fun.

2012 February 03

a dream I had about trading insults with a girl named Eliza

I was standing in a classroom with Eliza, a mutual friend of ours but much more a friend of hers; I think it was Leslie; and several of their girl friends. That’s me in a classroom with probably about six to ten girls in total. The Leslie girl was telling me, half-jokingly and purposely loud enough for everyone else in the room to hear, that she had a girl for me. She meant that in a romantic sense. Before I could even respond, Eliza decided to open her mouth with a sarcastic type of reply. I can’t remember exactly what she said to me, but it was a lighthearted insult to suggest that the girl wouldn’t be interested in me. So I replied not to Eliza but to the Leslie girl by asking, rather rhetorically, “So is she a nice girl or is she a bitch like Eliza?”

The Leslie girl, one of Eliza’s best friends, only smiled. Everyone else exploded in laughter. I didn’t look at Eliza, so I don’t know what her face said, but I’m quite sure she wasn’t smiling. She really did hate me, it seemed, so I’m quite sure she was thoroughly offended and embarrassed. That’s probably why the laughter didn’t last for long. The immediate response of her friends was to laugh because what I said was funny, then they realized that they were laughing at the expense of the person who’s side they were supposed to be on. Eliza responded by getting up from the teacher’s desk to leave the room while replying back to me as she often did after being insulted by me. This time her reply was to call me a “nigga”.

She didn’t just say it. She made a short comment and ended it with that word, apparently being careful to choose the “a” version as opposed to the “er” version in order to put a satirical blanket over what would’ve come out as a racist comment. She is white, after all. They all were. I don’t think Leslie even smiled in response. I think she held a straight face. Their friends sort of giggled, perhaps more out of embarrassment or nervousness than anything else. My reply, just before Eliza reached the door, was, “That don’t bother me.” It really didn’t, despite her obvious intentions. In fact, even in a room full of her friends, I think all her little verbal stinger did was make her look bad… or, should I say, worse than she already does.

2012 January 28

a dream I had about a tube of peanut butter toothpaste

I was at home, I think, with a tube of peanut butter toothpaste I bought on a discount sale. It was a blue and brown tube with a flip top; the kind that stands on its own; made and marketed for kids by Colgate or one of the popular toothpaste companies. I was relatively excited about having it in my possession, not so much because of the cheap price I paid but because peanut butter is one of my favorite flavors and I’ve never used peanut butter toothpaste before.

There I stood, holding the tube in my hand, as I suddenly realized I was having a dream. Instead of waking-up immediately, I took that opportunity to hold on to the tube tightly, with both hands, anticipating the fact that it would be one of those disappointing moments in which I’d wake-up holding onto a cherished object that doesn’t exist. “I still got it,” I said aloud to myself, still excited, as the experience began to fade. Sure enough, I woke-up without it.

2012 January 06

a dream I had about a girl giving me her baby in Miss Dubose’s class

I was in an alternative version of Miss Dubose’s class. First I was sitting near what felt like the front, but, as more guys came in, I decided to move to a desk in the back. It wasn’t long after that when a girl I’m almost sure was Jennifer Bates came in with her baby. It was a boy probably between three and nine months old.

I must’ve seen it before or told her I wanted to see it because one of the first things she did, after possibly taking it over to Miss Dubose, was bring it to my desk. She sort of sat it on top of the desk as I held its waist with my hands. She then walked (back?) over to Miss Dubose, basically leaving me alone with the baby.

I didn’t mind. I like cute babies. And he was cute, though a little bigger than I thought he’d be or remember him being. And, while I appreciated Jennifer or whoever the girl might’ve been thinking of me as enough of a friend to trust with her baby, it was a little embarrassing baby-talking it in the presence of all the other students.

2011 December 26

a dream I had about a sweaty porn girl with amazing tits

I don’t know who she was; a porn girl of some kind; but she was hot, figuratively and literally. I gazed at the screen in a virtual trance as she stood there, sweating more than I ever remember seeing a girl sweat, which turned me on even more. She wasn’t wearing a shirt or anything, so the sweat dripped from her face down her neck to perhaps the most amazing pair of tits I’ve ever seen in my life. They were so round and plump… and suckable. The nipples were big and fat with what appeared to be caramel-colored Fruit-Roll-Up-like growths of extra skin sticking out at the tips. It was both exotic and erotic. I wanted to suck them so bad.

I must’ve been watching the girl on some type of live internet broadcast because I had the sense of other people in other places watching along with me. I could even see some of them. I guess they could see me too. Not that we were paying attention to each other. All eyes were on her and those amazing tits, which had to be breaking a record for most simultaneous erections. One guy pulled his out, somehow detached it from his body and set it on a table or counter as a present to her. It was perhaps the biggest dick I’d ever seen. When she saw it, she smiled. If we were just a bunch of horny guys competing for her attention, he won.

2011 December 23