Sunshine On My Shoulders

Dream 12.8.2017

My family is on vacation in a beach community. I believe Florida. My mom and I go browse some of the nearby shops. I look at a sign that says "Men's Watches." Everything below the sign is for women, not men. I eventually find a Timex watch that I like with a band that changes colors. I show my mom. She buys it for me. It will be a Christmas present. I look at my new watch and a new pair of blue jeans, both purchased by my mom and think to myself that I am pretty blessed.

We return to the hotel room, which is literally ten feet from the ocean. I walk out, prop my elbows up on the handrail and look out at the beach. There is a couple of strangers standing near me. My social anxiety creeps up and I walk back into the hotel room.

My family goes to the beach. My sisters and I keep asking our parents if we can get into the water but they won't let us. They worry about our safety. We walk down the beach. I look out toward the ocean. There is now a canal between the sand and the ocean. The canal comes onto the land and enters a dark tunnel. Boats that are designed to look like giant sharks are exiting the tunnel and headed for the ocean. My sisters and I run down the canal. My parents stay on the beach.

We find ourselves under a bridge where many young people are sitting around, talking and playing games. A beautiful black girl comes over to me. Out of nowhere, I kiss her on the lips. Her breath is terrible. She asks me where the locker rooms are. I look over my shoulder. I point her in the right direction. Dream ends.

I wake up

Foreign Relations

Dream 3/20/2017

     My family and me are visiting Canada. One day, we decide to eat at a fancy, two-story restaurant. My sister Morgan gets lost in the restaurant so I try to find her. A man, probably the host, shows me around. I spend all my time looking for her when she was eating with the family all along. Now the family is done eating. I regret not dining with them. Nothing stings like regret. I wave at a cute woman as her and her boyfriend walk out. She says something about a hottie over there, talking about me. She walks over to our table and tells her boyfriend to close his eyes. she goes in to kiss me and pulls back. Then she goes in again and kisses me on the lips, slobbering all over me.

     I am in Peru, sick as a dog, sleeping in a disease ridden bed, hoping to get back home to America.

     A ton of teenagers occupy my old church in Anderson, Indiana. New life church is a now a big volleyball court. All of the older kids are playing and partying late into the night. It is my bedtime but I stay out. I don't feel comfortable around the older kids. I feel very self conscious.

     My friend Joel Doty is up on stage playing a song he has written. I am holding his old guitar that he gave me once upon a time. He steps off the stage and starts talking to me as I put his old guitar in its case. I have trouble latching one of the buckles on the case.

     A parent of one of the kids puts a movie on the projector. He wants everyone to see it. I'm not completely sure what it is about except it has to do with injustice in some form. I lean over to the kid and tell him, "if you think this is bad, you should've seen me in Peru." Dream ends.

I wake up.

The Drifter

Dream 7/30/2015

I want to make some extra money so I look for a second job.

I start working at a store that sells sports equipment. I know some of the other employees from school. The job isn't too hard but some of the other employees laugh at me for my lack of sports knowledge. At the end of my first day, I tell the manager, a sweet old lady, that I won't be coming back as an employee.

When leaving, I see limousines and paparazzi spilling into the parking lot. I see many famous people. I think I see Gene Simmons, from KISS. They enter the store that I just left. Part of me wishes I had put off quitting until later.

I then get a job at a clothing store. I work there for a while but there is too much heavy lifting. So once again, I quit.

I join a Basic Algebra class. I never did well at math but I want a second chance at it. I notice everyone around me cheating left and right. I tune in to hear their answers but then I have a thought. If I depend on them now, I'll never be able to depend on myself. Dream ends.

I wake up.

"Age wrinkles the body. Quitting wrinkles the soul." -Douglas MacArthur

A Few Bad Men

Dream 9/2/2014

I'm in a foreign country. Possibly middle eastern. I'm vacationing there with my family. 

It is common knowledge in this country that at night the lights go out and bad men come and take you away. They throw a black, velvet bag over your head, drag you to a dark place and behead you.

After hearing about this, I try to convince my family that we must leave today. Only my sister and father believe me. Everyone else is too comfortable to leave. So, we split up. My sister and father and I make a getaway for America, for safety, leaving my mother and other sister behind.

On our way to the airport, we find two young boys who also want to escape. we bring them along.

We make it to America.

We live in my fathers house. A small, humble home located in a field outside a chemical plant. The chemical plant has several skyscraper tall towers for steam to be released.

One day I'm looking out the window and I notice that one of the towers starts to slowly fall. It crashes into the ground below. One at a time, the other towers begin to fall. I see that our house is right in line with the next tower about to fall. I warn the family. I see the tower starting to collapse. We make it to the basement. BANG!!!!!!! After climbing out of the rubble we find our humble home reduced to shards of wood. 

As we survey the damage, several SUV's drive our direction. A few young men step out of their vehicles. It's the KKK. They walk up to us and grab the two young boys that we met in the foreign country. They take them away. The guy holding the boys kisses one of them on the mouth. This isn't good.

I tell my father that I am going to go get them and that I need a gun. He hands me a 9mm. I load a fresh magazine and head their way. Walking down the road, I meet a man who is also going to take on the KKK. He knows where to find them. I follow him. I put my hood over my head to blend in.

We make it to the bad neighborhood where the KKK roam. I see the SUV. I open the door and under a blanket are the two young boys. Dream ends

I wake up.

Psycho Circus

Dream 4-25-14

I'm spending some time with my friends, Gene, Paul, Ace and Peter from the band KISS. They start to show me their secrets. 

Gene begins to show me a ritual that he does before all of the shows. He stands there. All of a sudden, 

his face becomes chillingly deformed. His eyes turn snake-like and his teeth become like fangs. I'm afraid. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Hotel

Dream 12-20-13

I'm in a hotel.

 I don't know which floor I am on, but I know it's not the first floor. At one end of the hallway, down on the right, is my home. That is also where my mom lives. At the other end of the hall is a food court, on both sides. Lining the left side of the hallway wall, on the other side of my house, are four restaurants that have gone out of business. One of the four restaurants is actually a bar that my friend Joel once performed in. Joel is a musician. He is also visiting today.

Joel and I walk down to my house so he can see my mom. While we are there, I tell him that he once played in the bar down the hall. He becomes very quiet and gets emotional. I walk with him down to the bar. We stand in the doorway and reminisce. In a flash, Joel walks out of the bar and goes to one of the buffets in the the food court.

Joel meets the man who owns the bar. The owner gives us the dime tour of his bar. He shows us all the bands and artists pictures on the wall. I remember seeing Gene Simmons from KISS. He mentions that he printed all of these posters out of his computer which is a very old model that would never have the ability to do such a thing. I don't know if he is kidding or not.

Joel and I and a few other friends who just appeared walk back down to the food court. We stand in line to the buffet. Joel mentions that this man in a few minutes is going to turn on the music and that he is going to dance. One by one each of us says aloud, "I'm gonna dance too." In the line to the buffet, one of the cooks asks, "what can I get for you." I respond, "just a roll please." she says in a rude manner, "this is a buffet, you can't just get a roll." I'm a little setback. I answer, "damn.. okay then." She starts to put a bunch of food on my plate. Across the room are friends that I hung out with years before. They are drenched with water. I don't say anything to them. They walk away.

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Things change quite rapidly. Almost like a different story. The man in charge (whoever that is) tells one of us to kill the other (I'm not included in this mess). So, three of us step into an elevator that is in the bar, and place a plastic clothes bin on our head. Suddenly we are not in the elevator but rather in the shallow waters of the ocean on a beach. One of my friends says to the other, "you need to drown, that's what the man told me to do." We eventually come to the conclusion that no one is going to die today. We throw off the plastic clothes bin and look around. We know the man in charge is on the beach making sure the job gets done, however, he isn't on this part of the sand, so we run. My friends find a van and get in it, however, some things in this story change.

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My friends drive away, but we are no longer on a beach, we are in a hallway with wooden floors. I am a normal sized person and my friends are itty bitty. They are driving a hot wheels car. We have miles of hallway to go before we get back to the hotel lobby. Spread across every hallway floor are toys, mostly other hot wheel cars but also other toys. My friends keep driving. I run behind them. Someone mentions that the man in charge and his goons are behind us in his own car. He isn't in sight, I just hope we can keep the speed and never see him. I close doors as we go, so to slow the bad man down. We come to a bathroom and the car stops. "Look at that," someone says. Behind the toilet is a giant black spider. I get my friends out of the van they are in and rush down the hall to find another hot wheels car. I find one that opens from the top. It looks like a fast car. They get in. They start to drive. It is a fast car, so fast that I can't even keep up. They drive out of sight. All I can hear is the buzz of the little engine in the distance. Dream ends.

I wake up.