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

Swell Timing

A Dream from My Past

I'm walking through a large, empty mall with my mom. We sit down at the food court and talk. We decide to leave the mall. We walk and walk and walk and walk. When we get to the entrance, she remembers that we parked at the other entrance. I decide to wait while she gets the car.

I'm walking up a snowy trail in Middletown, Indiana. There is a house on my left but I don't know who lives there. I keep walking. I think about the movie Schindler's List.

I browse the shelves at a local, used bookstore hoping to find an interesting read. I pull one from the shelf. It's King Kong. I loved the movies but never knew there was a book. I buy it.

I'm in the basement of a youth pastors house. I'd say about forty teenagers are here listening to the pastor speak. Another kid insults me. I decide to leave. As I'm walking up the stairs, the whole group of teenagers erupt into a brawl. Swell timing. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP

Paperback Writer

Dream 2/11/2017

     The town I am in is nearly empty. Dead. Nobody is here except for the ferry operators. The ferry is a hover ship. It hovers twenty feet above the ground. I take the ferry and tour the ghost city.

     In South Africa, I visit a library. Whenever I visit a bookstore or library, especially one in another part of the world, I like to check if they have any of my published books. I move down the last names of each book on the shelf until I get to "Laverty." Wow, they have one. All the way in South Africa. I grab it. It's my guitar tutorial book. It teaches beginning guitar students how to play chords and then songs with those chords. This particular book seems to have been used a lot. The pages are frazzled and there are papers left inside, probably from the last user.

     The clerk asks if I want to check that one out. I mention that I'm just looking at it because I wrote it. He is pleasantly surprised and tells me that I can just have it if I want. I tell him, "no, it looks like it's getting good use here." I put it back on the shelf. Dream ends.

I WAKE UP. 

Obstacle

Dream 2/2/17

     Today my class has taken a field trip to place with a bookstore inside a gymnasium. A friend of mine, who died several years ago, is back from the dead. I ask him what Heaven is like. He answers, "if you had muscles when you died, you will have those same muscles up there." I say, "What if you didn't have muscles?" He responds, "you can buy new ones." Right then, another friend comes to inform me that one of my stories has been published in a book. I go and buy it. I've spent so much money today on souvenirs. I open up the book and read my story. It's about a military commander during one of the great wars.

     Something else here is a giant obstacle course that reaches as high as the sky. It has so many levels to it and each level is different. There are several pathways to the top. Whoever gets to the top gets a prize. I start. I am determined to make it. I know I was never athletic but this is my chance to show my friends that I'm not a waste of skin. Different people go different ways. At one point I am with one group of people and at other points I'm with another. The obstacle course can trick you as well. It can make you think that a slide will take you downward, something that you wouldn't want, but then it could take you to a spot that has an easy access to the next level. The group I am in hits a dead end or a spot that we don't want to traverse. I take a slide that I think will take me back to the spot that I was just at, but instead, it takes me several levels down. I am so frustrated. But I am even more determined. I climb back up.

     I make it to the trickiest part of the course. It looks like one of those big slides you find at the fair but with the material of a bouncy house. The trick is that the people who have made it up faster are at one side of the slide with dodge balls. They throw the balls at the people coming down and if the sliders get hit, they have to return all the way to the ground to start again. The sliders have to slide on rafts. Several people can slide at once. If one makes it to the other side without getting hit, there is a conveyor belt that will take them up a few levels. It gives you time to rest and breathe. A girl from my class comes sliding from the other side to my side, I don't think she is looking, so I grab a ball and throw it at her. Right then, she turns and catches the ball. That means that I must go back down to the ground level. I am so disappointed that I want to cry. I feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

     There is a giant exit slide that takes you far down. I sit and slide. I pass some others on the way. It doesn't take me all the way to the bottom level, just a few levels above. So I explore those levels and take slides down. When I get to the second level, I find a hidden room with a hole in the floor. I look down the hole, at the bottom is a giant cushion. I jump down. I land on the ground level. I start heading over to the start once again. Everyone on the ground floor is playing a round of paint ball or dodge ball. There is a kid with a running chainsaw. He almost slices me with it on accident. I let a few expletives fly his way, telling him how stupid he is for using a running chainsaw so carelessly. I get to the start again. I remember thinking that It is going to take me hours before I get back to the point where I was eliminated. I begin. Dream ends.

I wake up

Cult Fiction II

Dream 12/8/2016

My sister works for a secretive, cult-like company that produces books. We plan on breaking in and stealing things. If we get caught by the security guards, the rule is if we hand him a book, then he has to let us go. Before we leave, her friend comes home from the cult with a ton of cocaine. My sister tries to perform a quick intervention. All the while, "Give Me Novocaine" by Green Day plays in the background.

We finally make it to the building, but in the end all we take is some bottled water from a vending machine. Dream ends.

I wake up

Dialysis

Dream 2-21-14

( I had this dream while at Dialysis.)

I'm sitting in my chair at Dialysis. I'm on my laptop. I have a few tabs open on the internet. When nobody is looking, I switch over to pornography. Just then, one of the nurses comes over to check my Dialysis machine. I try to switch back from the porn but my computer glitches. Part of the screen is social media and the other is porn. The nurse looks over but doesn't say anything. I'm unsure if she knows. I tried to hide it as much as I could. Shame washes over me.

Later on inside the four hour treatment, I move over to the other side of the room to hang out with some friends. There is a kid here that is what some would call a nerd. His name is Kenny. He wrote a children's book about his home state of Arizona. My friends and I begin to read it, laughing as we go along. We come to a page that reads, "I enjoy having sex. This is a rollercoaster that sits next to a lava lake near my house." We break down in laughter. "This guy is a horrible writer," one of us says aloud. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Unschooled

Dream 2-3-14

I'm on a field trip. I don't see a teacher, only students. We stop at a mysterious building. The building doesn't have walls. Weaving in and out of the building is a small rollercoaster. The students and I climb on to the ride. The ride starts. We go around and around and have lots of fun. A friend of mine says, "look, it's Elvis." When the ride comes to a stop, we climb off and walk through the building. We find a wax figure of Elvis staring through a window to the outside.

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I'm running late to school today. I walk into the building and go to my locker. I grab my history book for class. I walk to Mr. Chaplins room. When I walk in, the teacher reminds me that I am missing two pieces of candy and a book that shows the comparisons of two countries. I can't remember the countries. I walk back out to the hallway. Back to my locker to get the right material. I find the book and the candy. On my way back to class I realize that I'm not wearing any pants. I grow stricken with anxiety. I grab the bag that I am holding and I look in it. At the bottom of the bag is a pair of jeans. I walk to the end of the hallway, sneaking past rooms where students can see me. I put on my pants. Although the pants are too big, I walk back to the classroom. Dream ends.

I wake up.