Category: Dreams

In some store, there a zillion people coming to the store to get us, we shut the doors and hide. They come closer, there are these huge pulses of light and I’m sliding down and flying up.

I’ve been having cool dreams, but it’s hard to remember them-too much going on.

Driving north on the 405 by Irvine. We need to turn around, and the guy driving starts across the median. There’s a deep stream & plants there. We tell him not to do it but he does anyways. The car gets stuck, and water is up to the windows. We get out with our stuff. People come and we push the car out of the ditch. I comment that the police are going to be surprised when they come and the car is gone.
In some sort if big hallway/play thing. Some people are following us and we go up the stairs and close a door. They’re still behind us.

In Long Beach, waiting in a line for some thing. There’s a festival or something going on, so lost of people everywhere. I get in line, and a school friend is there-I punch him a few times, not hard, and sit down.

At a college-they’re having a recital-Pak W is there-I walk around and sit down in the back. Some girl is there, we connect.
In line for something, chatting with the people already there. A school friend comes and shoots me-everyone runs.
At home-the kids living next door come to the door and I tell them to come back later. I go upstairs and lock the door, they come back, someone comes to my door.

At school, in a class, helping out.
Walking down a street, some boy wants money-he gets change for me. Go to a movie sort of place, have to pay, but need to choose a movie first, look at the previews.

Go to a meeting at OHS. I walk through the parking lot and into a small auditorium.
In our new house, walk around dusting and starting to clean the walls, which are dirty. Walk outside to the garden-it’s dirty and messy. Start cleaning it up. Mom is there and yells about starting here to do things.

Get on a train in England-high school classmates are there, sit in front of them. We talk about where they live and the train.

Looking at Elli online-someone comes in and I try to close all the popups but they’re unending.
Someone shows me this fancy machine gun, shooting tshirts out, then water. He gives it to me and I inspect it, shoot a bunch of tshirts. Go and pick them up from the street.
Checking out of some food store with tall stacks on either side of the stand. I’m having trouble with things I already bought.

On a tennis court, McEnroe is there, I leave.
Go across some field, there’s people and mud everywhere. Go to a coffee shop, walk around.

On the road, stop for a yard sale and find a pair of rain boots.

A huge hurricane comes and we go through it.

At school, the kids are in JASP, and I walk around the room-L says I can’t be there, even though I’m doing some work. I talk to a few kids and walk around a bit.

Walking along some nice street-there’s no one around. At all. There are skeletons in the cars. We walk out to a naval dock, looking for a boat or something to go where there are people. I find a car and climb up a very steep ramp to the top of a tower. I walk across a catwalk and over to a door. Someone meets me there and is going to open the door for me.

On a field, they’re practicing football. Walk around, I catch a few of the footballs.
In someone’s house, at the bar, there’s old college friends, one’s wearing a mask. He takes it off. Trying to refill some ink things? They’re spilling. Pour a beer and it’s foamy. Next morning and I take a beer and start drinking.
Go down to the studio area, it hasn’t been used lately. Clear off some of the old labels-someone else walks around.

Playing hockey outside, practicing, slap the thing around, also playing frisbee.

At US, In the office-it’s crowded-I try to rearrange the pens. Go downstairs, they’ve covered over Monkey Island and changed the colors. Go past the gym and out to the parking lot.

Talk to a guy about doing website design, sit at a counter and I fart loudly.
Walk through a school that looks like it’s in Long Beach. I comment on this. Out to Alamitos, up to a fenced in area-going to a football game? My mom is there and she’s had a lot to drink-the bottles are there.

In a plane, sort of. It’s taking off, but not fast enough. As we reach the end of the runway, the pilot tries to stop, then changes his mind. The plane never really gains altitude, and goes into a belly landing.
In bed, sleeping, wake up and feel a really small earthquake.

At the beach, waves come in, walk around, they’re nice and big, but thin.