Madman

Dream 12/1/2018

I'm dating a girl whose father is a madman. She runs away from home. I meet her at an abandoned school where she has made one of the old classrooms her place to live. Somehow, her father has followed us. We hear him in the echoey downstairs hallways. The girl makes her bed and tries to arrange her room correctly so that if he finds it, he passes by. We hear his footsteps. He's made it upstairs to where we are. I run out into the hallway to cause a distraction. I enter the boy's bathroom and start screaming. The father walks in. There are stair steps at the other end of the loo. I run up the stairs as he chases behind me.

Later, much later, the father has gathered a group of young people. We are his prisoners, and he is the evil dictator. It's reminiscent of the movie The Postman. Somehow, I piss the dictator off. His face catches fire and burns his long gray hair and beard clean off. When the flame has done its business, he is a bald, black man. Dream ends.

I wake up

Black Smoke Rising

A Dream From The Past

     I'm at work. Somehow, the recycling factory catches on fire. I start helping all the line workers outside. I run back inside, and everything is ablaze. I take one last look around to make sure no one is left behind. Since I don't see or hear anyone, I exit the building. All of the workers watch as the factory burns. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Great Escape

Dream 9.19.2018

          A nearby forest is on fire and spreading fast. Our community comes together and escapes the coming blaze. Some of us are riding in a van. Others, including myself, are in an open trailer. We pass by my dad's house, which is a tent. We tell the driver to stop. The leaders tell us that we must keep moving. We stop anyway. I run into the tent to gather some personal items, and soon we are back on the road. We drive through unique areas and walk through different buildings.

          All of us stay in a shelter. My sister Amy is here. Without warning, ballistic missiles fall from the sky. Many hide under their beds for a last-ditch effort at survival. I do the same. I survive the first batch of air attacks, but more are coming. Once again, those of us who are still alive are back on the move. We crowd into a bus and drive away from the war zone.

          I become separated from the group. I go one way, thinking it's the right way, but then I watch as the bus speeds the other direction. It goes too fast, and I cannot catch up. I stand in the middle of a highway writing a story about an old woman who has a stalker. The man comes to her house often, and he is hostile. She locks the doors and readies her shotgun, in case it comes to that. One day the man arrives. I have yet to write the ending. Dream ends.

I wake up

Treatment

Dream 3/11/2018

I have dialysis treatment. The clinic is inside an arcade. Earlier, I played a game in a secret corner of the arcade. The game wanted me to place three objects in the right order; a lion (yellow), electricity (blue) and fire (red).

Halfway through my treatment, I do something in which I am not supposed to do. I unhook myself from the dialyzer machine. Much of my blood is still in the device and will most likely clot. The lack of blood in my body causes me weakness.

I walk to the arcade game in the secret corner. After a few tries of putting the three objects in the wrong order, I finally get it correct. For my reward, I am given a car in another arcade game that looks like a leopard made by Hot Wheels.

I leave the clinic/arcade and find myself on a dusty road in the middle of nowhere. My weakness is causing me trouble. I hitch a ride from a passing stranger, who takes me back to a different clinic. I walk through the door, where the nurses can see me, and collapse onto the floor. "I need treatment," I say in a hushed but urgent voice. 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

Ceiling Fan

A Nightmare From My Past

We live in an apartment complex, my mom and I. One night, I find our ceiling fan is on fire. I grab a fire extinguisher and shoot it toward the flames. The fire grows bigger. I run out of the apartment and tell my mom but then realize that I left my cat, Rupert, and my black lab pup inside. I run back into the apartment. By this time, the walls are on fire. I grab my cat. I grab my pup. I run out of there as fast as I can.

Since our apartment is destroyed, my mom and I sleep out in the lobby. One night while sleeping in the lobby, a demon comes walking in the door. We fight it off until he leaves. Then, another demon comes through another door. We fight it until it leaves. A man that is in the lobby at this time tells us that he has heard of people having this experience before. He himself has had it. "The solution that worked for him," he says, "is to approach the demon and shout your child's name."

Several more demons attack us but we do as the man suggested. We fight off every one of them. Dream ends.

I wake up 

High School Blues

Dream 3/16/2017

     In high school, I walk to my locker to get the books for my next class. I see that my top locker is open which is weird because I never use my top locker due to the lock that I can never get open. I walk to my next class. I open the door and realize I'm in the wrong class. The room I am standing in is an advanced college English class. Everyone is staring at me. They all yell at me to get out, telling me that I don't belong here, that this class is for smart people. I need to go to the "regular" English classroom.

     I have a homework assignment to take something from the school and refurbish it into something new. A fellow student offers to help me. We grab a metal trashcan and sit on the gym floor. He does all the work. He turns the trashcan into a colorful tree with animals and fruit springing from it.

     I walk out to the student parking lot and my guitar and amp are set up to play. I pick up my guitar and the strings shock my hands when I strum them. As I continue to play, fire shoots from my amp. A guy named Matt walks over and asks to play my guitar. I warn him that something is wrong with it. As he begins to play, fire once again shoots from the amp and smoke starts billowing from the guitar. He puts it down and leaves.

     I start to pack everything up into my Jeep. A fellow student named Tim offers to give me a ride home. He jumps into my Jeep, as do I. I ask him if he has ever driven a Jeep before and warn him that he can't make speedy sharp turns or he could tip the vehicle. I tell him that I know three people who have died from flipping their Jeeps. He drives me home taking a different way than I take. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Barbecue

Dream 2/12/2016

I've returned to the Honor Academy.

I walk through the campus and see friends who I haven't seen for seven years. I meet new people as well. I start questioning the decision to return. Maybe I should've gone to Bethel instead.

My family comes to pick me up. We stop near a hospital and start grilling out on the grass. I go for a walk for a moment of solitude. I look back at the barbecue site and see black smoke billowing up. I run to where my brother-in-law was grilling and find my mom's Prius destroyed by fire.

We drive away. The fire has spread from the barbecue site to the hospital.

We pass oncoming fire trucks as we go. We see lines of people evacuating from the building. Hundreds of people watch from the street as the hospital goes up in flames. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Gymnasium Fire

Dream 6-29-14

     Walking through the upstairs hallway of Liberty Christian School, making my way around many of the middle school preteens that occupy that part of the school, I notice something out of place. Smoke. The  smell of smoke begins to fill my senses as if it were trying to drown me. I turn down the hallway on the south end of the school. Black smoke is billowing out of the gymnasium doors. The fire alarm begins to scream above my head. The middle school kids were now stampeding to make it out of the building, much like a Darwinian survival of the fittest. Pushing and shoving. There was no apologies, only a fear inspired action toward the five exit's of the building. 

     Standing there, watching the black smoke fill the hallway, I have a choice to make. I can follow the lead of the students, making their way outside to safety or I can check the three classrooms in front of me in which I saw no one exit. What if someone were trapped. Fear was telling me to get out while I still can, but courage had another message. 

     I started making my way down the south end hallway. It was now full of smoke. The only way to get through it was to hunch over and try to get under it. It's a struggle to breathe still. I make it to the first classroom. Empty. I struggle down the hall a bit to the second, open the door and find it empty. I began to wonder if this was the right choice, if it was just a waste of time. It wasn't a good time in my life to be wasting time, I didn't have time. I only had a matter of minutes until the fire from the gymnasium, poked it's ugly head into the place which I was standing. This time it could be fatal. I finally make it to the last classroom. It's empty, just like the first two. 

     I have to get out. The way I came is out the question but the stairs in front of me which lead to the first floor have been demolished. All that remains there is the once landing of the stairs. I have to make a jump for the landing, it may be a cruel choice, but it's the only one. I jump. Crashing into the tiled landing, I forget about the pain and now focus on the jump to the first floor which is even higher. Strangely, there are doors on the landing now. Opening them up to reveal the first floor, I notice many people standing around nonchalant as if the fire and the stampeding children was all in my imagination. But it wasn't. I can still see the puffy black smoke taking over the upstairs hallway. Suddenly an idea comes to me. I take off my long sleeved shirt. I carefully make my way around the open door to the first floor. Now standing about twelve or thirteen feet above it. I bend down. I take one sleeve of my shirt and jam it into the door as it closes. 

     Full of high anxiety, I cautiously shimmy down the shirt. I know that it won't get me all the way to the floor but it will get me close enough so I don't break my leg on the jump. The people notice me now but they don't try to help (Typical dream people and probably typical real life people as well, if you think about it.) Funny enough, before I get to the end of my shirt, I touch the ground with my feet (As if my shirt were thirteen feet long from one sleeve to the other.) Now to safety, I decide not to leave the building. From what I hear the fire has largely calmed down and it's not unsafe to roam the halls, looking at the damage it caused. So I do. 

     Now near the front door of the school, surveying the fire's art work, my mom rushes in. She is frantic. She tells me how the teachers didn't know where I was and how scared she was about it. She didn't know if I had met the grim reaper or not. I assure her that her eyes are not playing tricks on her and I am fine. 

     We make our way to the car and drive off, out of sight. Dream ends.

I wake up.

The Van

Dream 3-13-14

My friends and me are driving a Volkswagen Bus.

We drive around town looking for items that people have thrown away. One man's trash is another man's treasure. We find several items here and there. I climb up front.

My uncle, who is up front, becomes angry with me. We end up in the backseat punching each other. We fight so vigorously that a fire starts in one of the seats. My friend pulls the van to the side of the road and everyone jumps out. 

I voice my concern that the police are going to find us. We run in separate directions. I run across a country field to my house. The next day, we return to the van. surprisingly, there wasn't much damage done. The man whose house we parked the van, walks out in a fury. He tells us, "if you don't get that thing out of here, then I'm gonna call the cops." 

We jump into a nice two story truck that's parked next to the van. It's full of computers and other gadgets. There are firefighter slide down poles falling from the second story to the bottom. As far as I know, we never return to the van. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Ghost

Nightmare 2-14-14

I'm standing in the entrance of a cave. It's night. I have a fire going. Outside of the cave is a giant hole. Beyond that is a field. Across the field, I see some family members of mine standing around their own fire. I walk to them.

When I get to them they take me down a trail to a cabin. We walk in. My aunt then tells us she's going to make her dead mother appear. She appears. I'm scared.

My family leaves. I stay in the cabin by myself that night. I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I look in the mirror. I hope to myself that the ghost doesn't appear behind me. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Georgy

Dream 2-12-14

     It's night. There is fire. There is wreckage spread everywhere. I don't know what happened. People emerge from the debris. The survivors gather in a small demolished house while remaining bodies are searched for. Just as it seems everyone is found, one more body crawls out of the wreckage. He is spotted. Helpers hurry over to pull him out. They pull out a man, however, he isn't a man. He isn't human. It's unclear what he is. He is tall and gangling. He has long, red hair and a big cheerful face. We'll call him Georgie.

     Georgie joins the humans, makes lots of friends and eventually finds that he is loved by many... 

Only thing is..

THAT ISN'T HIS FACE!!!

     What nobody knows is that Georgie's "big, cheerful face" is actually the back of his head. His real face is covered up by the long, red hair. It's a small, hair-raising, horrifying face. Georgie reveals himself. People are appalled. They reject him. 

..He runs.. 

..They chase him..

     He runs to his home which is just a small crawl space at the end of endless hallways. He hides there. He can hear the footsteps off in the distance get louder and louder until..

The door opens..

     The man on the other side takes a hatchet and drops it into Georgie's head and kills him.

The screen goes blurry. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Spitfire

Dream 6-21-13

I've been given a gift. The ability to control fire with my hands. I can cause it to appear and shoot it. If I so desire, I can build up a charge and make a huge blast. 

Today I have a mission. I am going to walk up to the CEO of this large company and demand he give me a percentage of the company or else I am going to light him up. I walk through various hallways to get to his office. When I finally end up at his desk, I can't muster the courage to do what I came here to do, so instead, I simply ask for employment. Dream ends.

I wake up.