A Dream Coma

Dave’s Dream:

The dream began innocently enough, riding in a truck in the snow with two guys I didn’t know. Soon, the driver lost control, and we smashed into several vehicles, and into an actual apartment building I used to live in here in Olympia.

Then I was walking around, no sign of the truck but there was serious damage to the building. The dream was turning partially lucid at this point. I didn’t think any of this was real, so to prove it I took off my pants and got out my wallet full of cash (it had to be a dream then!). I tried to talk to people but it was very hard. Finally I was able to communicate with a woman, asking her if she could see me. I believe she said yes.

Next I returned to my pants and wallet where I left them, but the money was now missing, so I wondered who the hell steals money in a dream!

Next thing I knew I was waking up (still inside the dream) in a hospital of sorts. My boss was there, telling me I had been in a coma and that it had been three weeks. I was all battered and bruised, and had a tube in my throat helping me breathe, which I was having trouble with and it kept getting disconnected. At one point I re-attached the tube, wrongly, and got a blast of fresh cold air (very vivid in the dream).

I was trying to explain the crash and wandering around after it as the last things I knew…and then I awoke for real.

Bussing around Germany

Dave’s Dream:

A dream of pure fantasy and sensation. For some reason I was with a group riding a giant bus around Germany. Apparently in the dream-world, Germany had annexed Switzerland or something because we were travelling through high and snowy mountains.

The key part of this dream was a physical sensation, over and over again. If you’ve ever been out on a country road that has various dips and rises in it, you’ll remember that feeling in your stomach when you go over a crest and your vehicle is airborne for a moment or two. Well multiply that feeling by about a hundred (!) and this dream was full of that, as this bus would launch itself off a mountainside and then pick back up on some road below. Luckily the dream was in Germany, so I had full faith in the driver’s ability and the transportation system, so could just experience these crazy and intense feelings without true panic. It was one intense ride!

Another funny aspect was that my love for VW busses also came through in my unconscious, as I spotted several in their native environment, tooling around in all their glory…

Bears in the Hood

K’s dream:

My son and the neighbor girl were in the front yard playing and I decided to check on them. I went outside and it was in the early glow of twilight. As I walked towards them, I noticed movement in the corner of my eye and looked over towards my neighbor’s yard. I saw a very large bear foraging around. I quickly estimated that if it were to stand on its hind legs that it would measure well near 8 feet tall. It was brown with lighter brown molting fur about its back, although I was unsure if it was a brown or black bear. Either way, a bear of any kind less than 20 yards from my house, with kids out in the yard, was a definite call for alarm!

I immediately called to the kids to come inside. They didn’t seem to hear the urgency in my voice and continued playing, so I pointed out that a bear was in the yard and that they better come in quickly! They reluctantly agreed. After I saw that the kids were safe in the house, I noticed that the majority of my neighbors were across the street, sitting in lawn chairs, enjoying cold drinks, and facing the on- coming bear. Everyone seemed entertained and not the least fearful by the bear’s visit. I looked back to see the location of the bear and realized that the one bear had now turned into five and they were all headed my way! I ran back into the house to check on the kids, but I couldn’t resist looking outside just one more time.

I stepped out on my porch and noticed that a large white big rig and consession van had suddenly set up shop. They had already erected tables, chairs, and umbrellas, like a food court in my driveway. There were cooks and bakers dressed in white and busily going about their work. The rig was opened on its side and shelves with every kind of meat and pastry filled my view. I couldn’t imagine what this was all about, but I set about warning anyone who would listen that bears were coming! No one seemed to care. I looked over to where the bears were, and they were just beginning to climb into my yard. I knew that the food would be a major attraction and yelled out one last shriek of warning before hightailing it inside my house! The last thing I remember is locking the door and closing the curtains. I didn’t want the kids to see how it would all turn out…

Oceanic Outer-Space Odyssey

Dave’s Dream:

At least I ended August with a blast — and a literal one at that. The creativity and “special effects” of the dreaming mind never cease to amaze me, and this morning’s dream was a case in point.

Somehow, in the dream I was witnessing a launch and then journey of a deep space probe…first the fast trip through amazing clouds, then our solar system, and finally into some truly unknowm realm. The probe was travelling through an intensely colorful and vibrant “universe” that reminded me also of an undersea world…dynamic and huge jellyfish kept appearing on this trip, and other soft and changing sea-shapes were always coming into the picture. It went on and on and was incredible.

I woke up right after and could only say, Wow…

Multiple Pages of Dreams

Danielle’s Dreams:

For the last couple of nights, I have been doing the strangest things in my dreams! I can now suddenly “open” multiple dreams at once, like have different books in front of me. It seems to be three “book” dreams that I have going all at once that I flip back and forth between. 

I have been pretty lucid in them which is also a pleasant surprise. One of the books is a funny one where it looks just like my room except my bed is like ‘base’ in the game ‘Tag’ where, when one of the other two books starts to turn UN-lucid, I flip over to this base book where my bed turns into a pillow/airplane chaise lounge-esque chair that calms me down and regroups me in order to enter the other books with full lucidity. It’s definately weird and I can tell it makes no “sense,”  but I am still new to the this break-through and am still researching and exploring it.

Also, I’ve been having a reoccuring theme in my non-lucid dreams where I am trapped inside of a giant and ornate cuckoo clock. where I try to escape on the platform that the little figurines run out on (the little people that dance or chop wood or something every hour when they exit the clock and make a full rotation back into the clock) but it’s always way too fast and I end up back trapped inside the clock before I even realize it.

Soon, I am running around the giant clock looking for a way out and always stumble upon a room of mirrors. I  look in them and I’m just a porcelain doll with black holes where my eyes should be (which is really scary to be LOOKING at the area where you KNOW there are eyes since you are LOOKING out of them, but you see nothing there). Next, I  hear the chimes and the tick-tock of the clock over and over again, andfeel drugged in some way. I don’t think I would consider this particular dream a nightmare, but it’s definitely a weird and unsettling one.

The Cop and the Cul-de-sac

Kevin’s Dream:

I had a dream last night that I was back in the town that I grew up in, Slovato. I was driving around in an old blue Ford truck that I owned until 15 years ago when it met  its untimely death, although the dream was clearly in the present. I’m driving around the neighborhood of an old friend, but I’m lost in a maze of streets that I can’t find my way out of. Somehow, I wind up in a cul-de-sac without an exit at all, and I’m reduced to driving in circles.

One of Slovato’s finest, an absolutely beautiful blonde and who is vaguely familiar, is walking her police beat around the neighborhood, seemingly oblivious to my circling. I park my truck and walk up to her and inquire how to get to the Slovato Boulevard, which I can now see and hear over the fence of one of the houses.

 “I dunno,” is all she says and keeps right on walking.

 Dumbfounded, I turn back to my truck, which is now three times its normal size and has taken on a cartoon-ish, monster truck appearance. I climb aboard, utterly bewildered, and turn on the ignition. The truck lurches forward and crushes the car in front of it, then puts itself in reverse and pancakes the car behind of it. Both cars have been reduced to piles of junk in a matter of seconds.

 A woman — the same woman who played Seinfeld’s mom on the old sitcom– comes charging out of her house waving her arms angrily and screaming at me. I can see her lips move, but she is mute. The beautiful cop walks by us, oblivious …

Snow and the Writing of Numbers

Dave’s Dream:

I was at work, and the backdoor was open letting in light, and all of a sudden things got noticeably darker outside. I went outside and it was snowing! Big heavy flakes coming down. For some reason, I climbed up onto a pile of rickety furniture that was out in the parking lot to take it all in.

The snow let up, so I went back to work. My boss was giving me a phone number that I had to write down. So I tried. But I couldn’t get the numbers I was writing down to match what she was saying.  I tried several times, even turned the page over to try some more. No luck.

I said, “My mind isn’t working too well.” I asked, “Is this an order I have to place? An emergency contact number? Give me something.” I guess I was hoping for motivation to be able to write down these numbers…

That was all, because real-life noisy lawn equipment shattered it after that. But I remember reading or hearing that in “testing” a dream in order to achieve lucidity, that trying to write down numbers is a good way to tell, because numbers apparently don’t work so well with the dream mind.

The Absolutism of Hugs

Joey’s Dream:

 ”Last night I dreamed I was showing my students this youtube clip over and over again, so weird… (It was one I kept watching and listening to a few months ago, and I guess it snuck into my dreams).

 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ug2TrGD7INY

The funny thing in the dream was, I was teaching, but the music was exact and loud, and the EXACT images that were in this clip were on a screen behind me, and I can’t explain the UNRESTRAINED amount of love I had for the students as I was teaching. It was like I was watching myself teach.

The classroom was a mixture of all the students I had ever cared for and loved, combined with ones I didn’t know. At the end I gave this hug to a kid who actually used to be someone I took some poetry classes with in my early college years, and was now somehow my student I think that hug represented the Absolutism of Hugs because it felt intense. It was an epic dream.”

Furniture of the Mind

Tried the old snooze-button trick this morning and generated a few strange dreams as a result:

The first one involved going with my boss to some kind of a shop. They had virtually nothing actually on display. The employees talked to you about what you were looking for, and then would disappear into the back and bring it out.

For some reason, I was on a mission to find a type of table. I don’t know why. So they brought a piece of furniture from the backroom, and I’d never seen anything quite like it: sort of a combination table-dresser-desk. It was small, and had some drawers, and shelves that slid out, and a top that opened with all sorts of cubbyholes underneath…I think it was physically impossible! Plus, it was decorated with beautiful and elaborate carvings and mosaics. I remember seeing a price tag of $110, and even though I thought that was a hell of a deal for such a unique piece, I remember not being able to justify buying it in my mind.

I’ve never had a piece of furniture be the star of the show in a dream of mine before…

In the second dream, I was walking with this fellow whom I didn’t know. He was telling me some personal feelings he had about a couple women he was seeing. Then we arrived at some room with several people in it; one of them was one of these women he was just talking about.

By the way she doted on him, I could tell she was very much in love. He was acting like he was in love too… it seemed very sincere, except I knew from just talking to him that he wasn’t. In the dream I was marvelling at what a good actor he was, and at the same time feeling kinda sick that it was all a hoax.

The final short dream started off with me driving a bit too fast on a highway through a deserted Paris, and suddenly ending up at a swimming pool. I was sitting in a lounge chair and all these people were starting some kind of swim/exercise class, making strange movements and thrashing about, but no one was actually in the water! The “teacher” was wearing a heavy coat, even.

There was an interesting-looking room off to the side so I abandoned the class to go explore. The room opened up into several smaller rooms, which were all displaying fine Native American art. In the dream I wandered through this gallery, looking at the kachinas and the tapestries, the baskets and the pottery. The colors and detail of everything was amazing. Then I realized I was actually in someone’s home, so I quickly slipped out…

-Dave

A Dream-Drought

True, we haven’t had that much rain here in Washington the last month…but I’m not sure that explains the recent “drought” on dreams! Myself, only non-cohesive and random snippets, and everyone else I talk to seems on that same page…

So let’s turn to the “Dream Archives.” Strange and/or Lucid Dreams that you’ve had in the past are STILL interesting! Dreams are timeless, and I want to hear them, and I know others do as well.

Send them to me at soclsdreams@yahoo.com, and I will post them up.

 Thanks for all your support, contributions, and encouragement!

-Dave