Camp Stupid

Dream 11.18.17

I'm living at my old house in Middletown, Indiana. My family and I grow many animals. These animals are not earthly. For example, there is one that has the shape of a tadpole but is big and hairy like a groundhog. He hides in a bush. I try to get him out but am unsuccessful. Later, I find him dead in a fish tank. I put on a pair of rubber gloves and fish him out.

We hear a noise in the cornfield across the street. My sister, Morgan, runs toward the field. This scares me because who knows what is out there making that noise. She disappears in the corn. I hear other voices. I walk inside the crop and find a few strangers. One of them may or may not be a witch.

A youth camp is being held at my house. My dad is one of the leaders. We are being divided into two teams - red and blue - for sports and activities. The red team gets first pick. The leaders of the camp, including my dad, pick the three most athletic kids in camp to be on the red team. Then, they only pick one person for the blue team and then return to red. By the time the teams are chosen, one can see a huge difference in the two. The red team is by far the superior force. The blue team is filled with weaklings and nerds. I am on the blue team. The red team members are wearing red colored raggedy Ann wigs.

I am not usually someone who speaks out for the cause of fairness. I think "survival of the fittest" is fair enough, but this is just ridiculous. I stand up and confront the leaders in front of everyone. I slowly walk toward them as I ridicule their bias decision of picking teams. I walk over a bridge. There is a bridge in my house. By the time, I am done speaking, I am standing right in front of them. My dad pulls me aside to talk.

The teams are disbanded. They are then reassembled in a more honest manner. While this is being done, I go and stand by myself with my arms crossed. I can tell that the former red team members are angry with me. They had a winning team and I threw a wrench in their plans. In my mind I think that they probably don't like me but they at least respect me for standing up to injustice. I find out that I am still on the blue team, which is fine, since they are more even now. A few individuals on the teams have different colored bands on their sleeve. One boy with a band is told that he will be the medic for the blue team. He starts hyperventilating, saying that he himself has medical issues and cannot accept the duties of the medic. I find that I have four different colored bands on each of my arms. They tell me that I am the foreigner of the team. I have no idea what that means.

There is a boy at this camp. He is pale and bald. He looks like Jason Voorhees as a child or a war boy from Mad Max: Fury Road. Something is odd about this boy. I don't think he is human. It may be a little redundant at this point, but this is just the way my mind works, I think he is a demon. His face reminds me of Chucky from Child's Play. He gives everyone trouble. My dad tells me to watch the boy while he goes somewhere. Somehow, I shrink the boy. He is now 1 inch tall. I keep him in a small dollhouse that I hold in my hands. With his demonic abilities, he continually morphs the dollhouse to give me trouble. I keep my fingers away from the windows for fear that he will stab me.

My dad returns. He needs to give the boy a bath. Someone later tells me that the boy looks like a crocodile lying in the tub. I can see into the future. I find that my dad will build onto this house, a small bedroom and invite this boy to live with us. The boy will then become a serial killer. I tell my dad this. It doesn't seem to phase him. After the boy gets out of the tub and dries off, I notice that he is taller and has hair. He is now an old friend of mine from middle school named Kirk. He puts his hand out and I shake it. Dream ends.

I wake up

Sleep Talk Halloween Special

For the first time in the history of the Sleep Talk blog, I am going to document another person's dreams, my mothers.

In the year 1996, my mom and me were sitting on my bed talking and she decided to tell me of a series of nightmares that she had had several years earlier, before I was born. When she told me the dreams, I was so unnerved that I jolted out of my bed and left the room. Since that night, I have never forgotten them.

The series of nightmares occurred within a week in the year 1987. At the time, my father worked nights and my mom was home alone with my older sister, Kristen,  a newborn.

The following is told by my mother's perspective.


First Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. Dream ends.

Second Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. I hear footsteps trudging up the stairs toward my bedroom. Dream ends.

Third Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is at work. I am alone. I hear the front door slam downstairs. I turn over in my bed and through the darkness, see a man sitting on a stool in the corner of my room. I can't make out his face. I hear footsteps trudging up the stairs. I hear someone come into my room. He walks over to my bed. I turn over, look up and see a man standing by my bedside. He gets in bed with me. Dream ends.

Fourth Night

I'm lying in bed late at night. My husband is asleep next to me. I look and see a man standing in the doorway to the hall. Dream ends.

I wake up



On the fourth night, my mom was so startled from her dream, she woke up screaming. My dad calmed her. They then walked through the house and prayed over each room. After that night, the series of nightmares ended.

Happy Halloween From Sleep Talk

Graduation Day

Dream 3/10/2017

     It's graduation day. The way the ceremony is set up is that when our name is called, we will zip on a zip line over the audience onto the stage. The students stand in a building opposite the stage at a large second story window ready for their names to be called. The speaker calls my name along with my friend Josh. We zip on two parallel lines together toward the stage. We aren't connected to the lines by a harness, we are only hanging on tightly. We could easily fall and crash into an audience member.

     I make it to the stage, grab my diploma and exit stage left. My friend, Tim and his family are having a private ceremony in a small room next to the graduation. Tim's sister is up on their small stage posing like a model. Tim's dad tells him that he needs to do the same.

     I return to the large graduation ceremony. When I return, I see four parade floats moving toward the stage. The first one is full of witches. The next one is full of priests. I can't see the last two. Since I am dressed as a priest, I run to that float and jump aboard. Another students joins the float with me. I wave at the crowd hoping that my mom sees me.

     When the service is over, I find my mom and ask her if she saw me. She says she did. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Boogeyman

A Dream From My Past

Eerie noises are coming from the bedroom closet. The kids are trembling under their sheets. Suddenly, something comes from the closet and snatches the children and drags them into the darkness.

My brother-in-law and I chase them down. We discover a world behind my closet. We walk into places where we should not be. We run into a giant with strange, glowing eyes. He looks like Sid Vicious from WWE. Camera crews and reporters follow him. He talks about kids. I pull a loaded gun and shoot him. It doesn't effect him. He tells us that we're not allowed back here anymore.

We stop by the front desk. The secretary asks if we are gay or equal partners. I tell her I'm not gay. I ask her what she thinks a woman is. She says if she wants to be a woman she must become a witch. Dream ends.

I wake up

Bewitched

Dream 2/9/2015

My mom, sister, sister's friend and I are visiting the witches district of the city.

My sister's friend is a witch herself. She needs to buy some things. We tag along.

We drive through the Jurassic Park gate, which is the entrance to the district. We walk around the different shops. All except for the witch feel like a fish out of water. I buy a bouncy ball.

Later on that day I visit a friend of mine. I have a crush on her but she has a boyfriend. I tell her about the witches district. She is amused. Both of us have our favorite treat with us. She has a smores candy bar. I have a peaches and creme-filled doughnut. We trade. I take a bite out of the candy bar and she takes a bite out of the doughnut. She regrets the taste and quickly hands the doughnut back to me. She takes the candy bar back. Dream ends.

I wake up.

Imitation

Dream 3-15-14

I'm back in high school.

The bell rings. It's time to go to Mr. Longs class. We get to his classroom and the door is closed. We see through the window that he's conducting a choir and a band. We remember that there is a big upcoming event where the choir and band are to perform. Someone yells out, "Mr. Longs class, go to the art room."

There are two art rooms. One upstairs and one across the street where the 'Madewell's Ice Cream Shoppe' used to be. We're supposed to go across the street.

We walk outside to the front curb. It's night already. We look up and see a witch riding her bike through the dark sky. Half of the students in the class are witches. I go back inside for a minute and come back out. The rest of the class has already made it to the classroom. I cross the street.

The good students are inside. All of the witches are outside. I'm friends with some of them, including a girl named Kasey. They are dancing and hollering under the moonlight. Kasey tells me that the good people inside won't let them in because her and her friends are imitators of Satan. I tell her that I'm an imitator of God and I'm going to prove his power. She asks me, "how?" I tell her that I'm going to make her legs grow. Dream ends.

I wake up.