What Are You Dreaming?

[Jason Marko]

I kill people in most of my dreams. Last nights dream was of someone breaking into my truck. I ran outside and as he was pulling out my CD player I ask him, "need some help?". He goes to push me out of the way so he can run and I stab him in the neck. Long story short, I get rid of the body and I get questioned by the police that are going door to door for answers.

But yeah, thats the type of stuff I dream about. Yeah I know..

 

[Mr. Green]

^^^ A dream is a dream.

 

[Mr. Green]

A programming dream. There is a meeting with dozens of programmer. I was given a task and the lead reference what I did in the past. I am thinking how does he know.


I sleep and wake up. I decided to meditate. I fall into a dream-like state. I am meditating on the floor and at the corner of the bed. A black guy, a rapper, on the bed. He face me like an inch away from my face. We have a conversation and I push him away. I told him I don't want to smell his stinking breath but we can talk. Will Smith come in. I talk about Westworld, the HBO series and how it is the it show now. He shakes his head like I am in a brothel-like party or something and all I do is meditate. He walk into another room. Kate Brosworth come in. The place is nothing fancy with brown carpet and old style wood wall panel and cheap floral bedding. She is thinking it is still a cool hangout place. She is now high or drunk, on the bed with a guy, also out. She is top naked. Selena Gomez walk in. She went into the other room in the back. She come out and is just knock out, on the other side of the bed. There is a case of long, disposable, fancy razor blades by her.

 

[Mr. Green]

Another haunting dream, of the past, I need to fight off.

 

[Mr. Green]

I walk into a nice library. I look at 3 books that was displayed. A woman came up and ask, "Are those legal?" I flip through the back and noticed a pocket for card and stamp date. Yes, I replied. I have to start studying programming. I went through the stairs and start looking for books. Other students were doing the same thing. One mentioned cylinders. I got some books. I sit at a table and got a bag in front of me. I am hoping some student left behind some notes inside. I realize cylinders is old term for engines. I realize that I am in a dream and that I don't have to do anything. This is meaningless in the real world.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am preparing to fish at a brook or small stream area. Someone walk to me and question why. He and his friend started fishing this area. He got no luck but I pointed out I can see the catfish below. I move to another area.
I am fishing at a swamp-like area now and public. The area is walled in with walkways. I wonder how the heck does this area support this much dozens of fishermen. I was fishing for snake head. I caught something. It's a pink, blueish, and rare, river dolphin. My mother is with me as it hangs by the side. It is dry by the skin but I look at its eye and know it's still alive. I walk down and let it go. The water level is almost gone by now, for some reason. It flow down stream but is alive. I climb up and there is some kind of shrimp-like critters by the wood. Looks like someone left some food around. But they're alive and flesh eater.
I am at a different fishing area. A park-like area with grass everywhere. I caught and wheel in a long snake head fish. My brother point at it. Somehow I notice the trees. I am at a shaded area and the trees got these huge fruit. They're almost ripped. They're the size and look like gigantic pumpkin. The trees are pines but there are some long leaf hanging by these fruits.

 

[The Ween]

I'm jealous of those of you who can dream. I rarely dream and it's usually pretty short when I do. Can't remember the last time I did. I know you dream at times and don't remember, but I used to all the time. I think I'm just too stressed to relax enough to get to REM.

 

[pixletwin]

I have heard that keeping a dream journal on your nightstand (and doing your best to use it) is a great way to start remembering your dreams.

 

[Mr. Green]

Your thoughts are your dream. What you're doing now, active or inactive, is in a way a dream. It's just more filtered when you're awake.

It's all about awareness. I reached a state where sometimes I experience short dream while still awake. It's like multi-tasking. I differentiate and accept it for what it is. On the other hand, it might be best for some people not to dream. More than one state of reality can drive people insane.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am walking the neighborhood. The area is a bunch of living complex that is all brick. It could be a mix of Manhattan and Brooklyn. A young and hot Brigitte Nielsen is with Snoop Dogg, also young. They or he is wearing something white. I see her about to walk into the door of her apartment. It's a fancy place. I walk down the street that became narrower. The brick wall keep repeating and I all I see when I look up, are the fire escapes. I imagine myself jumping and swinging the fire escape to move faster. No use. There are windows but they're all frosted out and all look the same. I guess I am lost or trapped. I told them, Brigitte and Snoop, that if we stay together, we will be fine. They sat down on the ground and against the wall; facing each other. I tells her to get in her apartment. She open the door and let us in. I come in first. I first see a meeting room with lots of see through glass. Further down, an open bedroom with a stairway up. I walk back and see a stairway up, probably to another bedroom. I look through one of the window and see how empty it is outside; a narrower space between walls. Someone duped a couple of chairs that was worn out by time. A black cat sat on it. Surprise to see the sun or sun shine at the end.
I am with Snoop Dogg and Spike Lee now. We're sitting at a table. The place is very contemporary. Spike got a white cap on but he got bees inside his cap. He is waving his hand and screaming. I open the door and told him to step outside. I wave them off and told him to wave the rest off. He said, "How did you do that?" We step inside.
I am at work but I step in my room and take a nap on the floor. The lights is off and the distinguished worker probably think it's weird. He is a manager and in an office where my restroom should be. He told someone on the phone that he could get someone to do it so fast, with a certain figure of speech that I forgot. He got partial gray hair and dark glasses on. My mother step in and said she going to take a shower. He decides to go home. I am not sure if I wake up but I look outside my door and it was dark and obviously no one is around. I am dreaming. I move my head and can hear the few grains of sand falling in my head.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am siting at a long, white table; among other white table. There is a commotion. I am at the center of attention. I am trying to dispute something to other students. I walk outside. I lean on the corner. A black woman is on the ground. Her legs spread out and her knees bent. I see her back and she is going through labor. I quickly went through the door, to inside. I grab some white towels. Someone with her is also grabbing some towels. I took it outside and spread it out. She said she want natural towel, not synthetic. I went back in. I see jewelry display. The woman with her wanted natural hand bags. There is not much hand bags here, let alone natural. I see a lot of gold jewelry.
Not sure if this scene happen next or first. I am in a rich, dark office. There are a few around me and a distinguish black person. It seem I have something in my lungs. I got a pen's cap inside my lungs, the black man said. I am shock. I instantly want an x-rays. I picture a blue cap.

 

[beefnutz]

It is the year 1985. I was a mild-mannered high school student, stopped by Dr. Emmett L. Brownie's laboratory to play around with an amplifier. Then I received a message from the Doc that he needs help from him for Doc's latest invention, a time machine made out of a toyota prius car that can travel through time instantaneously when it reaches a speed velocity of 88 MPH. Then, Doc was gunned down by Syrian Nationalists, I make an effort to escape from the Syrians by using the time machine. Then I accidentally warp myself into 1955. Where I meets both of my parents when they were teenagers, then I unintentionally interrupts my parent's first meeting together, I then find a younger version of Doc and together we try to find a way to get my parents-to-be back together, and to get my sorry ass back to 1985.

 

[Mr. Green]

I've been getting click or popping sounds below my brain or behind my nose; also behind the ear a couple of times. This seem random but happen in my awake and meditation state. It also sounds like the popping of one of those plastic saran bubble wraps. There is a slight minuscule pressure to it now too. This seem to be the norm now.


I dream that I look out the window. There is a brick, detached garage in front of my house. I move to this house not too long ago. On the left is someone cutting a neighbor tree. He got this yellow symbol on his jacket/coat. He must be city official. Now he's scrapping something off the side of my garage. I wonder what he is doing. On the side of my fence and before him is a bunch of bushes with lots of small sun flower. Some have some kind of berries.
It is dark now. I look out the window and there is no garage but a clear street. Children play on the far left of the left neighbor. They have a black metal fence and behind it is a Captain America's shield. It seem large. A man standing on the other side of the street, closer but to the left as well, is talking on the cell phone. He is calling someone to give him a ride home. Hours passed and he is still talking and waiting for his ride home. I am tempted to talk to him and drive him home.
I see a woman walking, from left to right, and was dropping a box but she pick it up and walk away to the left. I suddenly see a bunch of boxes in front of my house. I open the door and a young yellow cat just pop its head in. I let it in. I take in bags and boxes and open boxes. I see a half filled bottle of oil, whatever it is. I get other goodies too. I pulled in a box that have a little dog in it. I look closer and it look like a face of a goat or devil with fangs. It's just a couple of pet someone must've wanted me to have.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am an assistant studying language and culture; probably Chinese. I am not learning enough. I bought it up to someone's attention. Another person say I am right. I will be bombard with questions. And I will need to be certified. How else would I be able to make decision on the world?

 

[Mr. Green]

I had a little problem sleeping last night or 5 am early morning. My brain is cracking or clicking. I had to meditate my way to sleep as I sense the activity in my brain.

I am taking a test for a job. A woman lead me into a class room fitting for a 10-12 grader. Some books/notes here and there. I finish the test. I see a large tree outside but it seem to be half inside. I scan the tree for any fruit. I see nothing but then I look closer and see small green fruits, miniature guavas. I pick one and eat it. No one is around to take my test or even watching. I take a look at the notes and books. A trigonometry class. I am about to walk out but a small woman is nearby and I ask if she is here to take my test. She nod. I am outside of class and the same woman come to lead me out. She looks smaller. I walk through another class. I read a page on one of the table and posting. It's an English writing class. I am outside of the school now. Obviously this is an exam for a teaching position.
Three people, two woman and a man, is near me. We're in a cafeteria. He brags that he got a strong head. He punch himself in the face. A piece of flesh peel from his face. It uncover his left eye and some flesh below it. He got this dark eye and black flesh behind his skin.
This seem to be another dream or continuation. A dark person walk the hallway of the same school. His eyes are not glowing but clearly yellowish-green. It contrast the rest of his dark appearance. He caress one of the woman sitting on the side of the hallway. He said something like, he is going to take over this school, with a grin.

 

[Mr. Green]

A Hindu person in his native land. He seem to complains about someone who betray them; someone who was one of them. He say we should've stay with the old ways. He put on body paint typical of Hindu drawings. His face is colored in blueish paint with various color lines/symbols. He is sitting in an open temple at night and give out a long howl like a wolf. He call forth his power like a celestial army or something to fight.

 

[highlander1]

I was waiting on the phone only to wake up to my phone alarm to wake me to this MATRIX reality. lol

 

[highlander1]

I had the weirdest damn dream of GIFS /MEMES of Batman cartoons playing over n over and wish Woke up wrote them down now like a damn password my brain wont let me remember them lol. I Never had such a Weird dream of cartoon Memes or gifs of Bats cartooons in my life. I blame it on having to move 89 ride and watching Afflecks movie Live by Night movie before going to bed lol.

 

[Mr. Green]

What a messed up dream. Me and my monkey brain. It's like I can sense my mind making things up as I go along. I am walking on the street, on a nice sunny day. I got a phone call from my agent and walk back a little and make a turn. I walk past a couple of girls. On the right, a nice car drive forward. A man in it advertise how great this car would be for a party or guest. I guess it's an old school limo. He speaks on a loud speaker and with a couple of hot girls. I walk forward and made across the street on the left. In front of me is a nice fancy restaurant. Too nice for me but I hold my head high and walk in. I turn left and walk up the stairs. My agent is working a second job as a waiter. I meet him and sit on the right of him. Another waiter is on his left and sitting against the wall. An old, bald, gray haired, and thin waiter come to him and say he really messed up. A little later on, words further back that he messed up the Kennedy. He is having dinner or lunch but is away. Another waiter ask if I want anything. I refuse but somehow I eat a nibble. Hope no one is watching. Another waiter come and said, you didn't eat this did you? Basically it got bad. My agent come back. I guess this is a bad time to ask for a raise. The old waiter said it's better that he leave.
I find myself describing how big this agency is to another agency. I am comparing the parking lot to other business within the building, to another agency.
Another scene, I am behind a red, little classic car; probably burgundy. There's a bunch of rattle snakes tied on top and back of this car. They struggles against the heat. Then a couple of old, thin guys smiling and laughing while smoking on the back of this car. One guy is torturing the snake with the cigarette. The snake keep trying to bite him but he is immune and keep laughing.

 

[Mr. Green]

Static noise and ringing in the ear, for three days now. I used to hear them a lot when I am younger. Harder to learn with it around. They come and goes but rare as I age. They usually comes back when I hear loud noise or when I use ear plug. But they seem to be back even with all the silence. Feels like my mind is multitasking.

I am on a small wooden boat and on a small canal or slow stream. Lush light green vegetation surround me. I move forward. I am walking a path now and vines everywhere. Vegetation filtered half the sun light. Whisper and images of snakes but I see none. The path open up to urban jungle. Boulders on the sides of the path. Body of water like river on both sides. Building still, beyond both sides. Boxes appear as I walk the path. They should be wet quickly but they keep piling up. Some people are with me. I noticed a large python on the left of the river on the left. It came out of the water and move to the far ground. A man point to 2 more , even larger pythons. He call animal control. A man drive a truck onto the edge and onto a tree. Even if he can capture these lively snakes and cage them, how is he going to move out? Boxes buildup as I walk and till I can't walk anymore. We stack these boxes. They belong to someones and UPS or whoever ship them will come. I am on top of a small mountain of boxes now. I lead a small group. We must stack them away to move back. A few move ahead. I am thinking screw these boxes. A few box open up due to the moisture. Chairs, picture frame, keys, even a couple of live goldfish, were in these boxes. I am on top of a concrete wall and holding onto a stainless steel railing. There is an opening within these stacks of boxes. I make my move down. Everyone else move down. We made our way backward. Three woman ahead are like territorial gangsters. They're not apart of the group and starting dramas for no reasons. I kick one away and grab another and flip her away. Some of their group is on top of the concrete walkway but I ignore them. We move forward. The sooner I realize that these boxes/junk and everything else is just a dream, I wake up. I need to let go of things sooner.