The Conference

Dream 6/29/2017

I'm at some sort of conference. The building is bustling with people dressed up in costume. I walk through a gymnasium to a door at the far end. Chevy Chase is standing in the door. Later on, I walk into, what I believe is, a coffee shop. A deep sense of fear washes over me as I notice that everyone in here is dressed as satanists wearing dark hoods and scary masks. I tell the girl who I am with that I am unnerved.

In a large stadium, thousands of young adults, dressed as colorful clowns, sit and listen to a man speak. I am sitting with my friends, Korie and Tim. We are talking a bit too loudly during the mans speaking. He points us out and splits us up. We have to sit in different places now. I exit the building and walk to a second stadium where yet another speaking engagement is being held. I sit on the outside where I can still hear.

A lady psychologist calls me over to a group. I sit in a circle with others my age. The lady asks me what school I went to as a boy and then assumes a local school in which I've never heard. I tell her that I went to Liberty in Anderson, Indiana. I tell her that it was a private school. She asks another question. I start talking to her and the group about my blog called "Sleep Talk" which is a documentation of nightly dreams. I feel that the group is bored with my talking. Dream ends.

I wake up.  

Ohio State Penitentiary

Dream 3/10/2017

     I'm on the way home from a class field trip. While driving through Ohio, we pass Ohio State Penitentiary which is a spooky, abandoned and haunted place. It's a location in which ghost hunters love to investigate because of the history and supposed hauntings. It looks like a large building has fallen over onto the penitentiary and is just lying on top of it like the building in the movie "Cloverfield." As our school bus passes OSP I act as a tour guide and direct everyone's attention to it. I tell them some of the spooky facts about the place.

     Up the road a bit is a strawberry tree. One of the girls on the bus tells the driver to stop. She says she always stops to pick strawberries from this exact tree, it's a tradition in her family. She gets out and picks some of the red fruit. She eats some but says they are too bitter. I try one and agree.

     My sister, some friends and I escape the bus and walk back to the spooky penitentiary. We make camp in the front room. Most of us stay there because it isn't as scary and there is a TV. A few of the people go off and explore the haunted location. At one point, we hear a knock at the front door. I go and put my face to the floor to see under the door. I see boots. I open the door. There are four people outside who want to explore the penitentiary. Two of them are normal but the other two are dressed as clowns. We let the normal ones in.

     While everyone else explores, we stay in the front room and play Super Mario World on our Super Nintendo. At one point, a baby down the hallway starts to cry. It's the child of one of our friends. Dream ends.

I wake up.