Sleep Talk Halloween Special

For the first time in the history of the Sleep Talk blog, I am going to document another person's dreams, my mothers.

In the year 1996, my mom and me were sitting on my bed talking and she decided to tell me of a series of nightmares that she had had several years earlier, before I was born. When she told me the dreams, I was so unnerved that I jolted out of my bed and left the room. Since that night, I have never forgotten them.

The series of nightmares occurred within a week in the year 1987. At the time, my father worked nights and my mom was home alone with my older sister, Kristen,  a newborn.

The following is told by my mother's perspective.


First Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. Dream ends.

Second Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. I hear footsteps trudging up the stairs toward my bedroom. Dream ends.

Third Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. I turn over in my bed and through the darkness, see a man sitting on a stool in the corner of my room. I can't make out his face. I hear footsteps trudging up the stairs. I hear someone come into my room. He walks over to my bed. I turn over, look up and see a man standing by my bedside. He gets in bed with me. Dream ends.

Fourth Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is asleep next to me. I look and see a man standing in the doorway to the hall. Dream ends.

I wake up



On the fourth night, my mom was so startled from her dream, she woke up screaming. My dad calmed her. They then walked through the house and prayed over each room. After that night, the series of nightmares ended.

Happy Halloween From Sleep Talk

Miscellaneous #3

Dream 10/31/2017

My dad and me are going to a movie. We never end up at a theater. We find ourselves in a large banquet room. The room is circular and has a hallway that wraps completely around.

I'm impressing my friends by rollerblading down a flight of stairs. At the bottom of the stairs is a pile of junk. I fly over it. I overhear my sister talking to my transplant coordinator. Everyone else can hear the conversation as well. I run up the stairs to where they are talking. I pull out a large knife and drop it to the floor where they stand.

My sister tells me that my friend Joel just dropped his list of top friends and I was on it. That means a lot to me.

Everyone is leaving. I run through the building grabbing items that belong to me. A few blankets on the stairs, a pair of jean shorts etc. My family walked down into the basement and then outside. I come to the basement door but get scared to go down there. I wouldn't be scared if my family was still down there but they are outside so that means that when I go down the basement stairs, I will be alone in the basement and that thought scares me. Dream ends.

I wake up

Fat Pig

Dream 10/30/2017

I'm babysitting a pig. He's the fattest pig I've ever seen. A real butter ball.

The pig walks into my mom's bedroom. Scattered on the floor and bed are several packs of American cheese. The pig starts gobbling the cheese down. I'm sure it's not good for him so I intervene. The pig growls at me. I leave him alone.

I leave the room for awhile but when I return, I watch as the pig vomits all over the floor. I find piles of vomit all over the room. On the bed. On the floor. Everywhere. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Well

Nightmare 10/29/2017

My family and I have returned to an amusement park in which we've visited many times. It's quaint. Not the best park in the land but my family seems to like it. I walk up to the main door and see a new ride called "The Haunted Mine." I excitedly tell my family that the park has a new ride.

We try out the new attraction. It's a slow roller coaster with few thrills. I'm disappointed. We exit the ride and see an indoor lake with a grassy bar leading around to a well. My family and I walk onto the bar to the well. We look down into it. The bottom is about twenty to thirty feet down. No water at the bottom. My dad stands up onto the well and falls to his death. The rest of my family falls in line. I look down at their still bodies. Deceased. An ache rolls through my chest. Dream ends.

I wake up

On The Rocks

Dream 10/28/2017

We are in a stadium. Some friends are up in the stands. I've come down to the floor to search for money. There is a big maple tree on the main floor. Around it's base is a layer of old, composted leaves. I dig through the leaves and find a quarter. Enthusiastically, I catch my friends attention from the stands and show them what I've found. I continue digging. I dig down deep. I feel something. I think it is several quarters. I pull it up. In my hands are several minerals and gem rocks. They are shaved as if taken to a saw mill. They are heavy. If I learned anything from Jurassic Park it is this. If they are heavy, they are expensive. On the rocks, I notice price tags. One is $400.00. Another is $4000.00. I've hit a gold mine.

The President of the United States's office is right outside the stadium. I walk into the Oval office and find John F. Kennedy sitting there. I show the president what I have found. I think I'm hoping that since he is such a powerful man, he can pay me. A man walks into the office in a fury. I believe he is either a former president or in line to be president. He is angry at JFK. He and the president exit the office to have an argument.

When the office is empty, several teenagers and young adults come into the office. They are told that they cannot be here. In a whiny manner, one girl yells, "it's a free country!" I walk outside to a parking lot. I see JFK and the man arguing in a car. It's getting heated. I don't know if I should interrupt them or not about the kids in the office. I walk back into the Oval. Now the kids are taking things from the office. One girl takes the presidents chair. I walk over to where I laid the expensive rocks. Half of them are missing! I run out to where the argument is taking place. "Mr. President," I start, "people are stealing things from your office!"

JFK exits the car. He walks furiously toward his office. He takes the long way. When we get to his office, it is completely empty. Dream ends.

I wake up

From Ashes To Ashes

Dream 10/22/2017

I am in downtown Indianapolis near a swimming pool. Without warning, the Salesforce tower, the tallest building in the city, collapses and falls to rubble. Many people are dead. As I look around, I see hundreds of piles of rubble that used to be buildings.

I catch a ride with some friends. We drive through the city. As we go, a giant wave of water chases us. We almost get stuck but eventually make it out.

When we leave the city, I notice that buildings have fallen everywhere. Even in small towns. What is happening? My mom texts me, Keith, are you ok?. I text her back. We head for home. I hope it's still standing. Dream ends.

I wake up

Fire Starters

Dream 10/22/2017

I am either a volunteer fireman or a passerby trying to help. A hotel is on fire. I run in to help the clean up process. There is a strangeness surrounding this fire. The strange thing is it keeps happening. Someone, presumably an arsonist, keeps setting fire to the hotel.

After much of the clean up is finished, I stay and keep watch over the hotel. Near the dumpsters, I see four people, dressed in black (including their faces), jump the fence and run toward the hotel. I chase them throughout the hotels hallways and rooms but am unable to catch them. Dream ends.

I wake up

Non Compos Mentis

Dream 10/21/2017

My family and me are in Europe. I am in need of a kidney transplant. They match me with a younger boy. I have the transplant. I find out, not only did they give me one of the boy's kidneys, but they took half of my brain and transplanted it into the boy's head. We are now the same person in two different bodies.

I walk up to the kid, who is sitting on a bench with two other boys. "Me and you are the same person, you know," I say to him. He acknowledges the bizarre fact. "We should go to Guinness World Records or something, I'm sure this has never happened before," I say.

We walk down a European alleyway at night. A few bad men jump us and start shooting. A couple of passerby's die but my family is okay.

We return home to America. The young kid is now my half sister's son. I'm guessing she adopted him. He is recovering from the shooting. He has a broken jaw.

The effect that the brain transplant has had on the boy is scary. He starts acting like a comic book villain. His face is distorted. He chases me around roof tops throwing spears my direction. The spears have fire on them. We run around buildings. Down Hallways. Through city streets. He continuously tries to kill me. Dream ends.

I wake up

STAB

Dream 10/18/2017

My sister, Kristen, brother-in-law, Chad, and I go to a military work-out session. Kristen and Chad are part of the military but I am not. However, they said I would be allowed to participate. We stand outside the front door among several other soldiers. While standing there, a woman soldier stabs another.

We walk into the building. I stay in the locker room, not feeling right about joining the work-out. A girl who I used to know named Emily is standing in the locker room. Neither of us speak to each other.

When the work-out session is over, we stand outside the front door once again. A girl I know named Kasey, who is a police officer, walks over to me and stabs me in the arm. I am worried because the blade went into my fistula, which is used for dialysis. Dream ends.

I wake up

Falling

Nightmare 10/18/2017

My family and myself are walking the streets of New York City. At one point, we look up and admire those two majestic World Trade Center Towers. Recently, the twin towers were bombed but didn't fall. A parking garage security guard tells us that one of the towers is not stable and is going to fall any day.

My family and I walk over to a Nathan's Hot Dog stand. I tell the vendor that I want onions, peppers, mustard and ketchup on my dog. I take a step out from under the hot dog umbrella and look up at one of the towers. I notice it swaying. Pedestrians and onlookers start to scream. The Tower is coming down. Not straight down but rather falling over like a giant tree.

We run in separate directions. My mom and I run toward the parking garage. The tower is falling our way. We dive to the ground at the outside wall of the garage. The tower hits the ground just short of where we lie. I notice a cloud of dark, dusty smoke racing our direction. Covering my mom, I tell her to take a deep breath. The cloud overtakes us. It is hard to breathe. I notice a crack in the garage wall. I can see through to the other side. I stick my face into the opening and take a breath of clean air. My mom does the same. Dream ends.

I wake up

Alien Artifact

Dream 10/18/2017

I break into a compound. It is some kind of cult. Hundreds of kids work diligently on their computers. I am looking for something. One of the kids points toward a desk. Under the desk is a grocery bag full of otherworldly journals. I believe these are alien. I can't take them now, I will be caught.

I come back later. I walk quickly up to the desk that hides the alien journals. A woman catches me. She is over this whole department. I sweet talk her. She likes it. I kiss her. She walks away. I grab the journals and walk quickly to the stairwell. Dream ends.

I wake up

Exorcism

Nightmare 10/16/2017

My mom, a few classmates and I are driving several hours away to a retreat. Half of my school is already there. We are driving in an RV that will house a few students when we arrive. On the way there, one of the students in the RV becomes possessed by a demon. He lunges at me. I grab him and say, "In the name of Jesus Christ, I command you to leave." I do this several times until the demon is gone. Then, another student is taken over by a demon. Same thing. He chases after me as I say to him, "Out in the name of Jesus!" This happens several times on the way to the retreat. I know they are possessed when the color in their eyes disappear and all that is left is a black dot.

I know that we are there when a few new students climb aboard the RV. It is night. I walk down a road where several students are walking, including my sister Kristen. One student becomes possessed. My sister stands up to him. He grabs her and performs a suplex. Kristen lands on her head. I swear she is injured badly. I speak the name of Jesus Christ to the demon. I don't know what happens to the possessed man. Kristen is not hurt at all. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Guardian

Dream 10/15/2017

I'm watching Youtube videos when I come across a clip of Paul Gautschi (the man who promotes the back to eden gardening method) talking about encountering angels and demons in national parks. He says that one will encounter the spiritual beings there because it is further away from civilization, so there is less sin.

He even happens to capture angels and demons on camera. One clip shows two demons chasing a hiker until he gets to a building with a eight foot tall angel inside. I find this fascinating.

I tell my family about what I've watched as we walk down a neighborhood street. I then see the angel, from the video, walking in the same neighborhood. I grab everyone's attention and point him out. I ask if they see him. "See what?" they reply. I run up to the angel and make friends. His name is Kevin. He is eight foot tall and completely bald.

We walk through a dangerous neighborhood, my family and I. Kevin follows. We walk up to a house where the front door is elevated about three feet off the ground. We stand in the front door of the strangers house when Kevin says, "we need to go NOW!" We all move except for a girl named Melanie. She stands in the doorway with a sad look on her face. I climb up into the doorway and encourage her to come along because something evil is inside this house.

We ride our bikes down the same dangerous neighborhood. The neighborhood in which I grew up. I commentate as we ride. I point out where people used to live and where they live now. Justin lives there. Danny lives there. Kevin Follows.

All of us go to some kind of resort. The putt putt course here is so expensive that only the very rich can play. We walk through the resort, feeling like we don't belong, trying to get to the back. We pass the lobby, pass the pool area. Finally, we get outside. We walk around the place. I talk to Kevin. "So are you my mom's gaurdian angel too?" I ask. "No," he replies, "your mom's gaurdian angel is one named Barbara." "How do you get assigned to certain people?" I ask. "Well," he begins, "The way it works is that one angel will guard the children born for seven years and those will be theirs to guard. Then another angel will take the children born in the next seven years and those will be theirs to guard."

The rest of the family sits down on the ground around a Monopoly board. I sit down too. At this point, I think that my family can see Kevin. He starts talking to them, telling them of how commercial divers are harnessing demons to do the diving work for them. Dream ends.

I wake up

Nightmare Forest

Dream 10/13/2017

I'm on a country road. It is very busy. People are walking here and there, many of them my friends. On one side of the road is a forest. A buddy and I walk into the forest a bit. We get a good look into the vast jungle. What we see is very spooky. It looks like night although it is day. There is a grayish fog in the air that causes the trees to look rather ghostly. We know that this is the only spot that looks like this. The rest of the forest is nice.

I walk down the road and into the forest again. I swear this is the spooky spot that I entered before, although, it doesn't look scary. It is rather peaceful. The sun is shining down through the trees to reveal a calming river running through the woods. On the far side of the river are many log buildings. In the middle of this area is a colossal, dead tree. The limbs and branches that hang from it are larger than normal. This tree has seen many years come and go. I ask a nearby person if this is the spooky area. They ask the boy that is running the place. I don't get an answer.

Another friend of mine, Jordan, brings me to different part of the forest. He pulls back a branch so I can see. I look and see the gray fog and ghostly trees. It is almost like a spell has been cast. Fear enters my bones and chokes me up. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Fart Bottles

Dream 10/11/2017

I'm attending an internship in Texas called The Honor Academy. The director tells us that we have to get jobs. My friend informs me that there is an opening for an architects assistant. It's a job that everyone is going to want. The interns sit on the floor as the director speaks. He describes several jobs options that we can get, most notably, one that involves assisting in clearing mysterious wood chips that have appeared on Lakeland Avenue. Everyone wants this job.

The meeting ends. Those interested in the mysterious wood chip job, need to follow the director of that job. We walk through winding hallways with obstacles. Those who finish the obstacle course will be considered for the job. Many follow, few arrive. I stand at the end of the course with one other follower, my friend Sam. The director tells us that he will now choose. He tells me to go sit in a small open room next to the hallway. "The person that will be working with me is..." the director walks toward me and then quickly turns around, "...Sam!" What a bummer. I give Sam an unenthusiastic slow clap. Why would the director trick me like that? This is a major letdown. I feel sick in my stomach. All my life, I've never gotten the coveted prize. This is no exception.

The director walks with me. He tells me it was a hard decision but my resume was too good for the job. "What?" I interrupt, "my resume isn't good. I'm a college dropout who has mainly worked in fast food."

I walk to the lunchroom where a hundred interns are eating. I sit down at a busy table. The others ask what happened. I tell them that it came down to two of us and Sam was chosen. I walk out of the lunchroom for a second. On the way, I pass Wayne Knight carrying a pizza. I am a big fan of Seinfeld so I try to think of a line from the show to impress Wayne with. "Farkus!" I say. Wayne gives me a smile. Wait. In Seinfeld, Waynes name was Newman not Farkus. I try to think of something else to say. Ah! I will say "That is one magic loogie." He will love this line. Standing in the hallway outside of the cafeteria, I hear the voice of a boy say, "that is one magic loogie." What the heck. He stole my line.

I return to my table. Sam is now sitting here as well. Sam goes on talking about "Fart bottles." The table has become quiet. I turn to Sam and say, "what the hell are you talking about?" People look at me with disgust but Sam is the one talking about Fart bottles. I look at my wallet and find that my debit card and gift cards have been torn in two. I only have a few dollars. I will need to send for more money from my parents. Dream ends.

I wake up.