Tag: sleep

a dream I had about driving my cars from a bus

I was on a bus, going south (southwest) on what seemed like the first street I lived on in Detroit, except it was longer. Instead of one intersecting Avenue before you had to turn left or right; or crash thru a fence, down a grassy slope and the wrong way onto a busy Freeway; there were at least two.

I know that because as the bus passed each intersection, seeming to slow down or stop as if there was a Stop sign at each one, I was able to look out of the window to my left and drive my own vehicle; I think it was two cars, but it could have been a car and a truck or some kind of SUV; via remote control.

I don’t know if it was an actual remote control like one used for an RC toy, my phone or what, but I was able to drive one of two vehicles I owned at each intersection. It seemed they were already rolling (northwest) and I was merely trying to park them to the side so that they wouldn’t block traffic.

My plan was to get off the bus soon, before it turned left or right at the end of the street, walk over and drive each vehicle home. What I don’t understand is why I didn’t just get off immediately. Perhaps I thought there could be more intersections with more vehicles, though it’s unlikely I’d own more than two.

I awoke just before or after getting off, contemplating how to drive two vehicles home. I was uncomfortable leaving them parked haphazardly as they were because I didn’t have time to park them properly. In hindsight, the most sensible choice would be to drive one home, walk back and drive the other one.

2020 July 20

a dream I had about witnessing a crazy traffic collision

It seems I started off driving, but I could’ve been walking the whole time. I don’t know. I was definitely walking, alongside a guy I didn’t know, when the vehicle; a car, truck or van that seemed tan in color; came speeding toward us.

We were walking on and seemingly near the middle of some sort of expressway; the kind with two or three lanes of traffic going both ways, divided by a median strip with grass and maybe a concrete barrier. Perhaps there wasn’t a sidewalk.

We’d just passed an intersection. The vehicles behind us, facing us from the back, were stopped at a red light, there seemed to be no traffic coming from the sides, toward our left and right from behind, nor in the parallel lanes to our left.

All I could see in front of us, at least all I noticed, was the vehicle coming directly toward us, going way too fast. We moved to the side to get out of the way as it swerved from lane to lane. It seemed out of control and was going the wrong way.

I think the driver tried to brake; there may have been a loud screech; as it passed us, passed the intersecting street just behind us and slammed into the oncoming traffic, which was still stopped at the light, hitting at least one other vehicle.

The impact was incredible. It sent the vehicle, the one that had been going the wrong way, what looked like a hundred feet into the air like magic. We watched, looking up, as it soared, flipped a few times and crashed violently into the water.

That means the whole expressway must’ve been a bridge, which in hindsight makes what happened even scarier. Why me and the other guy were taking a death walk is the question. Why that one vehicle was going the wrong way is another.

I was about to ask the guy if he knew how to swim before dismissing it as a stupid question. The vehicle didn’t seem to break apart before it sank like a rock, but to suggest he jump in and try to save whoever was inside seemed ludicrous.

I certainly wasn’t going to, even if I’d known how to swim. It would have to be someone or something I really cared about in that vehicle and that was unlikely. It was probably a drunk old person with early dementia or schoolgirl on her phone.

In any case, whoever it was, they were most likely dead or dying at the very least. Crashing into the water, albeit face down, wasn’t so bad. You could theoretically escape the vehicle and tread up. It’s the first impact that would’ve ended your life.

Whether or not the person or people were lucky enough to survive, or unlucky depending on the severity of their injuries, is something I’ll probably never know. The vehicle hadn’t even had enough time to reach the bottom when I awoke.

2020 ( June 22 )

a dream I had about being late for class

It seems I was already late for class as I rushed my way up staircases and thru mostly empty hallways. I’d almost made it, in fact, when I came across Randy. He worked there as some sort of hall monitor. At least that’s what he was doing at the time. He’d been talking with maybe two or three other people who I assume also worked at the school.

“Do you have a late pass,” he asked, maybe not in those exact words, as I slowed to a stop. It was obvious he was only asking me because the other people were there with us. He and I were good friends and he wouldn’t have cared about me being late, but he couldn’t let them see that. “No,” I said to which he told me he had to hold me there.

That meant I would probably be suspended, so I told him I’d just left my counselor’s office or something and that they’d just changed my classes around or something, meaning I either wasn’t officially enrolled in the class or didn’t know I was enrolled in the class until moments ago. Whatever my lie was, it sounded a lot more coherent in the dream.

“Oh, okay,” he replied with a few other professional but amiable words before waving me on to class. It was all an act to save each other’s ass. That way he could let me go free without getting in trouble for it and I could be late without getting in trouble for it, though it seems I had already gotten in trouble for something else a day or few prior.

My “class” was just a few more steps down the hallway, maybe on the other side of a set of glass doors, except it was actually a sort of detention; a light alternaive to suspension. “They got me in here with all the bad kids,” I joked aloud just after walking in while holding the straps of my bookbag on my back. They laughed as I found myself a seat.

2020 May 26

a dream I had about arguing with Alex Malpass

I don’t know what we were arguing about, but it had to do with philosophy and knowledge. He was saying that something would be the case (true) under a certain set of hypothetical circumstances and I was saying I didn’t know if it would be true.

The implication was that he also didn’t know, which I think is what he was arguing against. He repeated his example to try to make me understand his point, but I didn’t think it was that I didn’t understand it; just that I wasn’t agreeing with it.

He seemed to be talking over the phone or some type of internet voice connection like Discord, Skype or Zoom, but I was actually there in some kind of room, perhaps a classroom in a school or a small auditorium, full of people listening to us.

I don’t know what the situation was. It didn’t seem to be a scheduled debate, but just as we began to talk over each other a little louder than before, the moderator or teacher or whoever it was that seemed to be in charge on my end butted in to stop us.

If it was an actual debate, that part is a shame. It’s one of the reasons I prefer casual back-and-forth debates over formal ones. The moderators, many of which abuse the power of the role, tend to cut in just when things are getting interesting.

Besides, it’s not like we were calling each other insulting names, yelling or getting upset in any serious way. We were simply arguing our points not even particularly vehemently. He was arguing his rather. I was more or less questioning or challenging it.

If it sounded hostile, it probably sounded even worse when I talked over the person intervening. “I just want to say one last thing,” I might’ve phrased it in my calm but naturally dominant voice before telling Alex he was one of the smartest people I’d met.

I was about to say “people I know” before changing it because, though it seems we’d met in person, we weren’t friends or anything. “You’re one of the smartest people I ever met,” I might’ve continued, “but I think you’re in over your head on this one.”

I don’t remember what he was saying; just that he continued to argue his point in a voice that’s naturally a lot more polite-sounding than mine, which makes sense because I was listening to audio of him arguing points in real life as I slept.

2020 May 18

a dream I had about taking pictures of girls I used to know

I think the alarm was already going off when Keisha, who, if she was wearing anything like a shirt, had it open in the front, exposing a fancy and sexy lingerie bra, asked me, rather rhetorically, if I wanted to see her tits.

I did, of course, but I grinned and said “nah” in a tone high enough to mean “of course not” before telling her I just wanted to take a photo of her, or more likely a video, meaning a clothed portrait shot with her face in it.

I’d already shot Sicely, Najah, Tasha and/or other girls I went to high school with. They were in what seemed like classrooms about to graduate or rehearsing for when they were going to be on stage about to graduate.

I wasn’t at school though. It seems I was at home except it was all dark but for the light from the rooms they were in. I went around with my camera until realizing the alarm noise was coming from my real-life phone.

2020 April 17

a dream I had about two old people who vacationed a lot

They were an old, probably in their 60s or 70s, married couple. At least I think they were married. They could’ve just been romantic partners, close friends or even genetic relatives. Whatever the case, according to what they were telling me, they were travelers.

They were apparently both retired from a life of working regular jobs and resigned to a new life of wanderlust. They’d been some of everywhere, they said, from state to state if not out of the country and around the world, to vacation and see the world.

I hate being cold, but hearing them talk about going to the snowy northern states; they may have even shown me pictures; had me wanting to go too. They were going mostly for the memories though. I just wanted to get some interesting video.

I mentioned my desire to go and, even though we were strangers; I don’t know what we were doing together but I remember helping them put what seemed like a Home Depot flat cart in the back of their van or RV; they said I could come along on their next trip.

I can’t remember the woman’s exact wording but she said they would love for me to come along because they could use the company. They were often lonely, she said; she definitely used the word “lonely”; as a lot of people are when they reach that age in life.

I got the impression I would be riding with them as opposed to driving along in my own car, which is what I would’ve opted for in real life, and asked how much it would cost me. The woman, who did most of the talking, said “214”. That would also include meals.

I strongly considered it, mostly for video but also because they seemed to be people it would be nice to hang with, but I didn’t want to eat her cooking. I’m extremely finicky, almost OCD, when it comes to eating food people cooked and probably talked over.

Still it was nice for them to ask me to tag along, even if it was for their own benefit of having a new friend, and I appreciated it. I hadn’t yet made an official decision by the time I awoke shortly after putting the item in for them, but I was thinking about it.

2020 ( April 01 )

video review : Return To Oz

video review : Return To Oz

The one thing this sequel improves on compared to the original Wizard Of Oz from nearly a half century ago is that, though the story takes place six months later, Dorothy is played by a much younger and prettier actress, which is more appropriate for the character.

Everything else about Return To Oz is decidedly inferior. It’s darker in tone and thus less fun, sure, but its most conspicuous flaw is the missing songs. The only music here comes in the form of dramatic orchestration as Dorothy ventures with friends new and old.

my rating : 3 of 5

1985

video review : A Nightmare On Elm Street 5 [ The Dream Child ]

video review : A Nightmare On Elm Street 5 [ The Dream Child ]

“Nine, ten, Freddy’s back again,” the jump rope song goes and now he wants to continue his deadly deed thru Alice’s seed. There’s a clever scene involving a comic book, but everything else about this movie is shit; the kind of shit that stinks-up the whole house when the diaper comes off.

my rating : 1 of 5

1989

video review : Freddy’s Dead [ The Final Nightmare ]
video review : Wes Craven’s New Nightmare