Dream Stuff

[Rikki Gins]

Dream, September 24, 2018.

An older brother and I were invited to participate in a race and that was fine by me because in race dreams, you can run all you want without getting winded.  So a bunch of us lined up and started to race.  I was in the lead most of the way but the officials kept stopping the competition because there were some runners that weren't authorized to be in the race.  They were in fact, ghosts.  It was kind of funny to see them get expelled from the race.  They were quite huffy and would throw their arms up in exasperation before floating away. The race turned into more of a cross country event, with us entering a touristy pioneer town.  I noticed that some of the runners were old west gunfighters and there were even some comic, miners-49ers running along too.  We ran through the town and finally got to the finish line.  I was able to finish first and my brother came in second.  I woke up before getting any kind of reward for having won the race. 


 

[Rikki Gins]

Dreams, September 25, 2018.

I was walking around on a dark street, holding of all things, a machine gun.  I don't know, I might have been acting in a movie, just walking around, acting, I guess.  Suddenly another man came running forward, blasting his machine gun at me.  I just stood there for a few seconds and let the other guy's bullets hit all around me and smash into garbage cans and whatnot.  I aimed my gun and fired back.  The other guy was still charging me when my bullets took effect and he fell face forward onto the pavement.  He was laying there dead, just about a foot from where I was standing.  A little stubby guy came walking out of the shadows and looked with amazement at the dead man.  "Do you know who that was?"  he asked.  "No." I said, "Who?"  "Why that was Child Angel."  he said.  (Not sure if that's the correct name.  It did kind of sound like it though.)  "He's killed a lot of guys in his career." 

I lit a cigarette and took a big puff.  Blew the smoke out of my mouth, all dramatic like.  "I could care less who the son of a bitch was." I told the little guy.  "Pick up his gun and let's get the hell out of here."

Ah-ha.  I was acting, all right.  I don't normally talk like that when I dream.

I had another quick dream where my oldest brother phoned to tell me that my youngest brother had died.  I had been standing outside and the news sent me running into the house and I was pretty much shocked awake.  My heart was beating loud and I was breathing hard.  I don't like it when I wake up like that.   

 

[Rikki Gins]

Dream, September 26, 2018.

Another guy and I were climbing up a big radio station tower, at least I think it might have been one.  Possibly a tall radar tower or something to do with weapons and defense.  I'm not sure if we were doing it as a lark or were headed to the top to do some repair work.  We were clawing our way up by grabbing onto metal cross braces, using them like a ladder.  We were up pretty high when a laser like beam shot down from the sky and it missed hitting me by inches.  "That was close."  I turned to tell my companion.  He didn't answer because he had been hit by the laser beam.  He had been sliced cleanly in half at the waist and I watched his two pieces fall down.  I woke up before I saw them strike the ground.

[Rikki Gins]

Dream, September 27, 2018.

I had a snippet of a dream where I was dozing on my couch when the doorbell rang.  A space alien friend of mine walked in with two beautiful earth ladies who were identical twins.  My friend brought forth two bottles of champagne and set them on my coffee table.  "Were you sleeping?" he asked with his artificial, buzzy voice.  "This is no time to sleep.  Please meet Cathy with C and Kathy with K." 

"Nice place you have here," Cathy said as she popped the cork from one of the bottles.  She looked around and said, "What, no glasses?  What are we going to drink out of?"

"The bottle."  My dark eyed friend answered.  "Here Cathy with C.  You may have the first swig."

[Rikki Gins]

Dreams, September 28, 2018.

I had got out of my car, at the parking lot at work.  First, I took a few steps and my work shoes fell all apart.  Then, an odd chest protector thing, like umpires wear, fell to the ground.  My car turned into Jed Clampett's truck, stocked to the gills with crates filled with bottles of Granny's spring tonic.  It was too top heavy and fell over sideways.  I was just able to scamper out of the way.

I was in a trench during World War One.  It was jet black and quiet as a mouse.  Then a single enemy machine gun chattered briefly, like a conductor tapping his stick to get the orchestras attention.  This was followed by a boom here and one there.  Other weapons chimed in from both sides and I suddenly realized that a musical symphony was being played, and a grand light show to go along with it.  The artillery fire and bursting bombs were actually playing a grand song.  Sadly, I can never remember music when waking from a dream, but this music was something else.  I remember sitting there in the trench, marveling at the sights and sounds.  And, as far as I could tell, nobody was being killed. 

   

[Rikki Gins]

Dream, September 29, 2018.

I dreamt that an old man and a young boy rang my doorbell.  I had a feeling that they were pedaling religion and I don't normally open the door when that's the case, but this time, I did.  The man was bearded and looked like Abraham Lincoln.  Right away he started in on his spiel.  He talked about something called the Ladder Faith where you read a big bible like book and have a vision of climbing a ladder to heaven.  He asked me if I would like to read the book and I said no, that I would prefer to skip forward to the vision.  That seemed to satisfy him and as they walked down my front path I heard the old man lean over and say to the boy, "Thank goodness.  For a second there I thought we had a hedger on our hands."

"What's a hedger?" the kid asked.

"According to Ladder Faith, a hedger is someone who climbs the ladder backwards and not face forward." he answered.  "But he is not a hedger.  No, thank the lord above.  He is definitely not a hedger."  The Lincoln look alike pulled out a notebook and scribbled something down on it.

 

[albrecht]

A partially recollection of a dream last night. Very weird but I was in an old house laying on a sofa, I think, under a blanket and peeking out- in hiding late at night, and watched a rat die after eating the rat poison I had put out under a table. Apparently nobody was able to kill the creature and I was determined to do so. Not sure why it would've been difficult or the other circumstances in the dream that lead to this. There was nothing "weird" about the house, table, or rat; except that it wasn't my house or any house I have been in or had and was very old, lots of heavy wood furniture, dark wood-panel walls, and the rat was an ordinary rat- not like a huge thing, red eyes, or evil or whatever. Strange.

[Rikki Gins]

Dream, October 1, 2018.

I dreamt that I was at a big cabin in the woods where all the great thinkers of the world would congregate to talk things over.  I wasn't a great thinker, myself.  I had a job there as a servant and I went around serving food and drink to everybody.  I also took the hats and coats of people who entered the cabin. 

The elderly ghost of actor Jimmy Stewart entered the cabin and I greeted him cheerfully as I took his hat and coat.  "Ever since I've gotten old, everyone is so damn nice to me," he snapped at me.  " I'm sick of it, I tell you." 

"You know what? I've just had a great thought." I  snapped right back at Mr. Stewart's ghost.  I dropped his hat and coat on the floor and said, "I quit!"  I walked over and plopped myself down full length on a couch that faced a warm fire. 

Right at that moment a bomb went off.  Evidently some enemy agent smuggled it inside the cabin to wipe out all of the great thinkers in one fell swoop.  It pretty much did the trick because it looked as though everybody was laying around dead. 

I staggered outside and walked deeper into the woods.  My clothing was all torn up and smoking.  I made my way to a river and washed my face and hands in the cool water.  Some women were swimming in the river and they made their way over to where I was washing myself.  One of them, a fairly attractive middle aged woman approached me and asked if she could warm herself up by hugging me.  My shirt was still hot and smoky, so I said, "Sure." 

We hugged for quite awhile and my smoldering shirt actually did work as a portable heater.

[GravitySucks]

Dream, October 1, 2018.

I dreamt that I was at a big cabin in the woods where all the great thinkers of the world would congregate to talk things over.  I wasn't a great thinker, myself.  I had a job there as a servant and I went around serving food and drink to everybody.  I also took the hats and coats of people who entered the cabin. 

The elderly ghost of actor Jimmy Stewart entered the cabin and I greeted him cheerfully as I took his hat and coat.  "Ever since I've gotten old, everyone is so damn nice to me," he snapped at me.  " I'm sick of it, I tell you." 

"You know what? I've just had a great thought." I  snapped right back at Mr. Stewart's ghost.  I dropped his hat and coat on the floor and said, "I quit!"  I walked over and plopped myself down full length on a couch that faced a warm fire. 

Right at that moment a bomb went off.  Evidently some enemy agent smuggled it inside the cabin to wipe out all of the great thinkers in one fell swoop.  It pretty much did the trick because it looked as though everybody was laying around dead. 

I staggered outside and walked deeper into the woods.  My clothing was all torn up and smoking.  I made my way to a river and washed my face and hands in the cool water.  Some women were swimming in the river and they made their way over to where I was washing myself.  One of them, a fairly attractive middle aged woman approached me and asked if she could warm herself up by hugging me.  My shirt was still hot and smoky, so I said, "Sure." 

We hugged for quite awhile and my smoldering shirt actually did work as a portable heater.

Reminded me of this.

[2Lord2Grantham]

Watched the following video before turning in last night. So of course I had a dream where I was hanging out in a bar with The Killers. The bar was interesting, the bar was elevated so you had to look way up at the bartender in order to order. I'm 6'3", so craning my neck upwards to talk to someone is an incredibly rare occurrence.  Also, the martini glasses were interesting, the stem of them was at a 45 degree angle between the base and the glass itself.

[Rikki Gins]

Dream, October 2, 2018. 

I was in a restaurant with family and friends.  We must have finished eating because we were gathered around the main cash register counter, settling up our bills and saying goodbye to the staff.  A strange man walked up to the counter and announced that he was there to meet the great psychic lady whose first name was Mary but sorry, I forgot what her last name was.  Interestingly, what the guy said sparked a memory of Mary having stopped by our table for some polite conversation.  She was a pretty, older lady with long white hair. 

"Sorry, but she left about twenty minutes ago."  I told the guy. 

"Oh no," he cried out.  "I really had to see her about something."

The guy shrugged his shoulders and laid himself flat on the floor behind the cash register.  He raised his legs up and sprang backwards like a rocket towards a nearby door.  Apparently the door would open as he hit it, making for one heck of an exit.  The only thing was that the door was locked.  His head slammed into it with a mighty crash, causing him to stumble backwards in a daze.  I almost chuckled aloud but then I was kind of worried about him too.  But I had a distinct feeling that he was getting his just dessert.   

[Rikki Gins]

Dream, October 3, 2018.

I turned up early to a new job.  It was a dark, wooden building, full of tables and cardboard boxes.  A man came up to me and gave me a list.  He told me to gather all the items on that list and place them on the tables and that the girls would be in soon to assemble all the pieces.  He walked away and I looked at the list.  There were jewelry items on it and other things like seed packets and assorted fruits and candies.  I looked around puzzled because I couldn't see any storage areas where I could find the stuff.

A couple of the girls wandered in and I asked them where all the items on my list were.  They told me not to worry about it and that work had been cancelled due to the world coming to an end.  I was kind of relieved to hear that in a way because I was getting kind of angst ridden about not being able to find those stock items.

I casually walked out to a loading dock that was built up about six feet high from the ground.  I looked with interest at a flood of greenish, sludge like water that came rolling in between the factory buildings.  The water came up to the dock I was standing on and I could see bodies floating around in it.  The water, or green sludge, was calm, like a lagoon.

I found a wooden pallet and put it in the water.  I stepped onto it and floated my way through all the dead bodies.  The bodies would bob and sink and then come to the surface again.  Many of them were co-joined, as if the were holding hands or hugging.  They seemed to move like they were performing some type of macabre square dance.

"Swing your partner round and round, promenade to the right.  Gents, bow to the ladies, ladies bow to the gents.   Aallemande left in the green pea soup."  Sorry, I didn't dream the square dance call.  I just threw it in for added color.   

[Rikki Gins]

Dreams, October 4, 2018.

Groucho Marx, all dressed up as Rufus T. Firefly was running around my back yard.  I could see that he was holding two pieces of toast in his hands.  I tried to understand the significance of what was going on, but I couldn't.  I approached Groucho (who was strangly silent) and took the pieces of toast from him.  I noticed that they were only toasted on one side, but that really didn't tell me anything.

I was in a friends house, enjoying a very thorough conversation with him in an upper room.  We were drinking brandy and smoking cigars (pretty sure I got this from a novel I'm reading in real life, about deepest darkest Africa) and the hour was growing late.  I was thinking about heading for home when my friend slyly suggested that I might like to leave the house for a couple of hours.

"A couple of hours?" I said.  "What do you mean?"

"Well, you have been here steady for several weeks," my friend replied.  "My wife and I are kind of in a mood to be together if you know what I mean.  So why don't you go out and find a late night movie to watch or an all night restaurant to eat at."

I had no idea that I had been at their house for so long.  I was totally taken aback and felt super embarressed.  I rose off the chair and made my way up into the house's attic.  I was looking for a window and some tree branches that I could secretly climb down, in order to make my way home.

[Rikki Gins]

Dream, October 5, 2018.

I visited John Lennon's ghost.  He was inside a big mansion and the doorman was nice enough to let me in.  John came walking down a big stairwell and gave me a hearty greeting.  We shook hands and I asked how he was doing and a worried look came over his face.

"I like it here well enough but the bugger who runs this place won't let me go outside." he said.

"What?" I said.  "Well that's ridiculous.  Of course you can go outside.  Here, follow me, John."

I led John to the big front door that I had earlier walked through and pulled it open.

"You see?" I said.  "You can just walk on out."

We were about to step outside when a big evil spirit formed in front of us, barring the open door.  I pushed at it and it pushed me in return.  That spirit was stronger than me so I turned around and ran.

"See what I mean?" Lennon called to me as I ran up the stairs.

I ran through lots of rooms and different floors of the mansion with the evil spirit in hot pursuit.  The thing kind of looked like a comical genie out of a bottle but I could sense that it was deadly.  I dropped occasional white-light cleansing globes as I ran along.  They were time release globes and they would go off at a later time, filling the mansion with a cleansing white light.

Try as I might, I couldn't escape the damn thing.  It grabbed me and through me out a window.  I fell several stories down to a lawn on the mansion grounds.  I acted like I was hurt and this seemed to satisfy the ghoul because it withdrew from the open window.  Right at that moment, those white light globes exploded, filling the mansion with a brilliant white light.  I'm pretty sure that the cleansing light killed that demon spirit.  I went around to the front of the mansion in time to see a happy John Lennon come floating out of the door.  He gave me a friendly wave and flew up to the clouds.     

[Rikki Gins]

Dream, October 6, 2018.

Just when I was thinking that I didn't have any dreams worth remembering, I fell back asleep one last time and found myself standing in the kitchen, eyeing a stack of Nan's legendary Toll House chocolate chip cookies.  I greedily swooped them up and was about to eat them when I heard someone walking into the kitchen.  I knew better than to be caught with them and all I could think to do was place them up on top of the refrigerator.  I could hear the person enter the kitchen and there I was with my hand still on top of the fridge.  In a panic, I reached around for anything (other than the cookies) to grab and luckily I came across a thin cardboard box.  I pulled the box down as if that was what I had intended to retrieve.