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Showing posts with label prison. Show all posts
Showing posts with label prison. Show all posts

Saturday, December 1, 2018

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



Tuesday, June 6, 2017

The Dialysis Nazi

Dream 6/6/2017



I'm attending a dialysis treatment inside a small grocery store. To keep me entertained for the duration of the four hour treatment I bring a couple books about Adolf Hitler, an Ipad, and an Ipod with three movies on it about World War 2.

During the treatment, a small boy grabs my stuff and spreads it all over the store. The store manager finds my items and thinks that I am a secret member of the Nazi party. He calls the police. I am terrified. I am not a Nazi, although I can see why he would assume that with all of my Hitler and World War 2 items. I fear that I will go to prison for the rest of my life. I call my family. They come to the store. I try to convince my grandpa to tell the store manager that all of that stuff is his. In my mind I consider that my grandpa is old and prison would be far worse for me than for him. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Sunday, May 21, 2017

The Body

A Dream From The Past



A man similar to Jesse Pinkman - from Breaking Bad - walks into my work area. We are the only people here. For some unknown reason, we get into a fight and I kill him. I try to think quickly on how to hide the body. A man from the business next door comes over to talk or ask a question. I quickly throw a tarp over the body and try to hide it the best I can. Part of me thinks the man from next door saw the body. When the man leaves I dig a shallow grave and bury the body in the corner of a junkyard. The police are called. They come and search the premises. The body is found. I am handcuffed and dragged off to prison. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Creature Feature

Dream 5/17/2016




I'm in my high school again.

I'm in a downstairs classroom, the high school math room, when I realize that I've forgotten my book bag in the classroom above us. I go to retrieve it. As I walk up the stairs, I notice everyone from the class following me. We switch to the upstairs classroom.

We're outside in the school parking lot at night, like we used to be after returning from far away games. A non-human creature appears. It looks vaguely similar to the creature from "Jeepers Creepers." We chase him off the property. While everyone celebrates the victory, another student and I walk into the school. We think we're the only people in the building, but we're not. We see the creature from outside going down into the basement. In the basement, we keep a prisoner, a bad man, locked away. The creature picks a fight with the jailed man, but everyone from outside now knows whats going on and comes inside to catch the predator, but he gets away. Dream ends.

I wake up





Saturday, August 29, 2015

Running Scared

Dream 8/29/2015




I'm in a drive-thru at a fast food restaurant with my cousin, Deeje.

It's winter. Snow has blanketed the ground. Three strangers walk up to my truck. I suspect that they have had too much to drink or are on pills because one of them sticks his head in my window while the other two laugh about it. I push him out and try to drive forward. They start  throwing snowballs at me and my cousin. Snow and water drench the interior of my truck. My anger becomes too much to restrain. I rev my engine. They act like they're scared. I take off in their direction and run over the youngest of the three. He isn't dead, just badly injured.

I get scared. I fear that I am going to prison for a long time. My cousin and I forget our food and take off.

Suddenly, there is no more snow. Suddenly, we are no longer in our truck but on foot. We pass a nice sea food restaurant. Everybody knows its the best in town. Deeje says that he sees somebody that he knows in there. We enter the restaurant. I'm still afraid to be caught for my crime. Deeje finds his friends and talks with them. They are four elderly people. Deeje runs into the girls bathroom and locks it. I say, "what are you doing, having your period in there?" Then, out of the blue, Walter Matthau walks past me toward the mens room. He mumbles something as he goes but I can't make it out. Dream ends.

I wake up 

Friday, February 27, 2015

The Games

Dream 2/27/2015





Down a secret path, in a secret patch of woods, is a secret soccer field.

The barbecue is going. Friends and family from all over have come to have a fun-filled day of soccer and food. We play for hours. My team is called the 'ghosts.' We rub white powder onto our skin to make us look pale.

My mom wants to leave. Since she drove me, she wants to take me home to get my Jeep so that I can drive back or else someone will have to give me a ride home. I go with her.

I jump into my Jeep and head back toward the games. However, I forget how to get there. I start driving down secret paths in random woods. I get lost.

I take a path through a patch of woods and when I get into the open, I see people playing football. But it's not my family. There are sports fields everywhere, on my right and my left. I keep driving. I see tall fences with barbed wire on either side of me. I've somehow found my way into prison. I get out of my Jeep and start walking toward the front of the jail.

Today, in the prison, they are having sports day. All of the detainees are playing various sports and their families are sitting in the stands watching. I walk by a big, black guy and a small white, guy play a form of racket ball without the rackets. I listen in on their conversation.

The black guy says to the white guy, "you're the gay guy, right?"
The white guy responds, "yea."
"When do you get out?"
"Monday."
"Good," the black guy responds.
They continue playing their game.

I keep walking. Looking around me, I find that I am surrounded by criminals. Some of them are getting into fights. I get scared. I start running. A guard sees me running and thinks I am a criminal trying to escape. He chases me and tackles me to the ground. He sees that I am wearing regular clothes and jumps off of me. He picks me up and takes me to the warden.

The warden, a girl,  looks an awful lot like a nurse at my Dialysis clinic. She asks how I got into the prison. I tell her my story. It's all just a misunderstanding. My mom shows up to pick me up. The warden must have called her. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Monday, December 8, 2014

Crimes Unknown

Dream 11/20/2014




I'm in prison for crimes unknown. 

     The guards are opening the cell doors one at a time for the prisoners to go to breakfast. Prisoners are walking by our cell in droves. Our cell door is not open yet. A few tall, muscular and hostile-looking prisoners come by our cell and taunt my cellmate. They laugh at the fact that we have a welcome mat in our cell. I call one of the guys "dumbass." He tells me that he is going to beat me up when the door opens. I stand close to the door, I don't back down. It opens. I walk right up to them. They beat me up. They beat me up good.

     Off to breakfast or lunch or whatever it is, I find that the only thing the prison serves it's prisoners is ice cream. I grab a pint of strawberry.

     I go to the wardens office. We have something in common, we both attended The Honor Academy. We become friends. We talk about The HA and almost nothing else.

     My sister, Morgan, becomes imprisoned for crimes unknown. She becomes my cellmate. Morgan, the warden and I sit in our cell eating ice cream and talking about the year we spent in the Honor Academy. Dream ends

I wake up

Thursday, March 6, 2014

The Coming Storm

Dream 3-6-14



A storm is coming.

My family and I prepare the underground shelter. It's more of a prison than a shelter. 

The storm arrives. My family seems to have disappeared. My mom is here. Down the long corridor, I can see several gremlin-like critters running toward me. My mom and I run for our lives. Dream ends.

I wake up. 

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Hot Water In Mother Russia

Nightmare 5-28-13 






I find myself in prison. I don't think its America. It looks like Russia. I am led down a hall to where the cell blocks are. I overhear a prison guard say that they are going to throw me into a vat of boiling water. (why do I always find myself in these kinds of situations.) There is only one guard here now. I attack him. I don't know if he is dead. I take his rugged clothes. I wear his dirty hat. I escape warning the others of what they mean to do. Somehow I make it outside into the bitter snow. Out of nowhere, I have a gun. The gun doesn't shoot lead bullets. These bullets are snowballs. Dream ends.
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I'm escaping from an unknown building. There are many of my friends on a porch cheering me on. This is real. I jump from tree to tree, launching myself toward the ocean. I make it to the sea. I think I am safe. The devil is now calling me out, not with words but rather waves. The waves aren't coming from the ocean, they are coming from the house. I duck behind a dock. The first wave crashes into the pier. I am soaked. Another wave comes. I duck for cover. Enough of this. I make a run for it toward the house. I think the attacks are over. My friends on the porch point out that something is chasing me. I look behind me and find that a ferocious cougar is chasing me. I run as fast as my legs will carry me. He is gaining on me. I make it to the porch. Dream ends.

I wake up.