Miscellaneous #4

Dream 12.21.2017

I'm in my cousin's bedroom in Sandoval, Illinois. Two girls are with me. I am watching internet videos. The girls warn me not to watch a certain video. It shows a lady turning into a bunny. Her face becomes so grotesque. So deformed. It is haunting. I watch it and become terrified.

I'm in a race. Sort of like Mario Kart. My friend Adam and I find a shortcut in the track. In the shortcut, we find treasure. I don't think we win the race.

I sought counsel from a life coach when I was in the 6th grade. I had a kidney transplant at that time. The 6th grade comes after 5th. That was a long time ago. Longer than I had thought.

I am in another race. I am driving a car that looks like Doc Brown from Back To The Future. My car has the ability to fly. The track is not clear cut. I have trouble figuring out where to go. I definitely don't win this race.

My friend's mom is the coach of the soccer team. She asks me to retrieve a soccer ball that got stuck in the net. The net is 20 - 30 feet high. The ball is stuck at the very top. Piece of cake. I start to climb but as I get higher, I become scared. I don't retrieve the ball. I ponder buying a new soccer ball for the team since I wimped out.

I am walking through my home. It is dark. It is night. I am alone. I look over toward the kitchen. On the microwave is a book about Resurrection Mary, the ghost that is seen around the city of Chicago. I become terrified just knowing that the book is in my house. I try to not think about it. I walk into the kitchen looking for a half-eaten bag of Chex Mix. I find it on top of the microwave, next to the book. Dream ends.

I wake up

Cult Fiction

Dream 6/13/2015

My mom and I take a drive into town. We lose track of time. We find ourselves in Chicago five hours away from where we started.

We search for the Willis Tower.

We end up in a room with many familiar faces: People we’ve known much of our lives--from church, from school etc. They are holding a christian conference.

 One issue with this location is it’s problem with tarantulas. Every now and then you’ll find one crawling on the floor below you, someone will scream across the room and you figure they found a big, hairy friend. A small Asian boy sees one and tries to pick it up. He gets bitten and let’s out a scream. 

The leader of the conference asks us to split off into groups for discussion. I end up in a group that I don’t care for.

Within a matter of seconds, the conference turns from a good-hearted, christian conference into a macabre, Occultish meeting of horrors. The leader (who looks suspiciously like Meryl Streep) is now in the crowd and her daughter (looks like Rachel McAdams) has taken the reigns up front. 

In a chant-like way, the mother says, “I don’t know where the children are but I’m sure you do,” pointing at her daughter. Streep let’s out a series of “whoos.” Some are longer (Whoo-hoo) and some are short (Whoo). Cheering and applauding, she screams out, “I just got married to a man yesterday,” and then she turns to where nobody can see her face, when she turns back, her face is old, as if it has aged thirty years. Dream ends.

I wake up.