What Are You Dreaming?

[Mr. Green]

I take my second break from work. Got a light dream. I am riding something. It could be a boat but I can't see it. I am basically on top of the ocean water with someone or a navigator. A second boat or someone is to the right side and a little behind of me, riding something similar. I told the person to watch out for those post below the surface of the water. The person navigate between the post. Person did it again on the second row of post, later on. Such an enjoyable dream. Any longer and I would be late coming back from break.


Forgotten dream.


I am in some kind of a maze. Block after block of small buildings that looks the same. I guess it make up a city? I am a giant compare to the size of these buildings. But I am lost. I keep walking but they all looks the same. I take a break in the break room. A woman say you want to have sex? I say something like there are consequences or complicated. I see a condom in response. I am back in the maze again. I look down the first floor and see a couple of people walking. So I went down. I seem to be stuck or something, like I see my body shake or cut. I am in a similar break room but this time I am sitting on a bed. A woman come in and give me a chocolate cookie(like an oreo but chocolate fudge). She told me not to eat it. It look like it got a hole drill in at the bottom and covered up. It supposed to have a small battery in it. She leave and I some how see a second cookie so I eat it. She come back and say you didn't eat it did you? It supposed to protect something. I am out again, doing something I don't remember.


A white rabbit on the ground/soil/short grass. A voice or my voice saying, "Oh yea, oh hell yea". The rabbit **** out a red strawberry.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am in a small room in the Victorian style or is it classical style? Sofa, mirror, and book case decorate this room. A character like Bruce Wayne come in. He pull one of the book and it open a secret door. I enter.
I am in the dark but there is a gate in front of me. There is a vicious rottweiler dog over the gate. I open the gate and this dog turn friendly. I walk ahead and turn left. The pebbles and sand soil raise ahead of me. A lioness growl at me. I toss the soil at it and it run away. Another vicious dog also run away. The last one is a hybrid of some sort. It looks like a rhino but act like a dog. It makes weird sound and make its stand. I keep tossing soil at it. I am not afraid. I am thinking some hero will come. Two person walk past me and away. Another person walk past but look back. He may or may not notice me. He looks like a blond Peter Dinklage. There is an old style of car that is broken down and rusty. It is park near these animal. It got a certain dark gray color to it. Not sure what style it is but it looks fat and maybe from the 40s-50s, when diner was still the place to go, for food.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am on my kayak and on familiar ocean water. The water is shallow, probably right after launch. I look down and see sandy bottom. I have a companion but I don't know and can't see him, on my left. I say I am going deeper to fish. This is a peddling kayak but I don't peddle or paddle to move forward. The bottom get rocky or darker as I go deeper. Boats ahead of me come forward and pass me. There seem to be land on my left but the water is also deep. Sail boat and even metal ship approach and pass me. This gray metal ship is huge compare to my kayak but is probably a small war ship. The water seem to get narrower. But I am still moving steady. Ahead, the water narrow into a stream. I hit land and pull my kayak up. The stream flow left. People walk by. I pull my kayak up along the stream. I see small fish jump the stream. Moving up, I see the stream get wider among the rocky/boulder landscape. I see more and more fish as the water clear. My path end at the side of the bridge. A large clear pool under the bridge, got so many colorful fish. These fish seem to get larger and more colorful. I would love to fish here. What a pleasant dream.

 

[Mr. Green]

What a strange dream. Think it's fair to say that my dreams are strange but man, this is Dr. Strange kind of dream.
I walk a small distance to my brother room. In his room, there are discarded pieces of watermelon. Watermelon skin here, large chunk of uneaten piece there; I can't help but wondering wtf happen here? He is so careless, reckless. I walk back a little and into my mother's room. All these room have a certain cheap wood style to them. My brother's room got composite wood of a computer desk. Her is cheap wood wall panel. I ask her if she knew of her older son? There is no response. She have a blank stare like she's senile.
Next scene, I am with my brother but he looks older. And we are in a different place. I want to talk to him but he's angry. He says he's not as smart as me. He can't continue to go to school. I says it's ok. Don't go to school. Do whatever you want but don't do anything stupid and illegal. I told him I am not that smart. I am just a little bit smarter than the average student. I just study hard. My father and my uncle come in. My brother take out a large chunk of brick with his right hand and proceed to smash my father down. He manage to hit him a few times. I see my father fall to the ground. I run over to separate my brother. My father and uncle left. My brother fall forward and to the ground. I pull him up and give him a hug. My father come and then my uncle come to give him a hug. A feeling of closure; a feeling of love.
My real brother is the opposite of me but this dream sure isn't accurate. But the emotions sure are real. It's like actors giving off perspective emotions.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am in some kind of a library. Some kids around. There is some kind of rush. A knowledgeable hot shoot is trying to invent or create something. He failed. I take my time. I made something purple and put it in a syringe. It seem to clear the eyes. Blue or purple seem to be some kind of color associate with spiritual energy source or something.


A dog that got lost and was killed by someone.


Middle age man making barbie dolls.


I walk a path to my mother's old friend. I walk to the front porch. The roof's shingles are almost worn out and the bottom is the same. I hear the couple talk inside but I decided not to enter and leave them alone. I went to their garden and take a look. Not much growing. I walk under the bridge and see a couple of rose plant. It's tall and have a single, large pink rose. I wonder how this thing grow outside of the sun's light? I take the path back. Backward from my original position, the path seem like a train track. There are concrete hill on both side with housing structure. They're mostly abandoned and worn down or burned. A large notice but I can't read it from this distance. A couple of house got lights on. I explore them uphill. A Vietnamese woman is cooking and talking. Another homeless Vietnamese woman come in and talk to her in Vietnamese. I walk to the other side and back down. They notice me but can't do anything. The path open up to some vehicle traffic. Up ahead is a well known homeless place. A couple of business here and there. Some homeless young adult gathered. They're trying to smoke a left over cigarette. I wedge myself between a concrete column. Someone is trying to poke a metal stick up my pants, to make fun of me.


I hear my subconscious think like a dream is happening. Time to wake up.

 

[Mr. Green]

Had a few light dreams since.


I walk into a semi-dark room. It's an open conference area but with the style of Frank Lloyd Wright's design in mind. There is a certain legal atmosphere to the design. Board member waiting for me. There is no artificial lighting but natural light from the sun outside. Eventually I walk up the stair. On my right is a library of some sort but is blocked off by large string/rope barrier. On the left, a petite white woman is interviewing me. She looks like someone who study a lot and not sleep enough. She ask me a lot of question but eventually I am supposed to figure out the login on her laptop. One or two other male in the background but I don't notice them much. I wake up a little but didn't get up. My head made an almost loud crack sound. I realize why am I being interview when I got the position in real life, already.

 

[Mr. Green]

I now work where I used to work in my previous career. But things are different now. This position is more IT and no physical labor. In the dream, I walk back into the clean room. I gown up and walk in. Equipment and machines are the same. But then the plan changes. I got out and come back in. People are in there now. Some are following gowning procedures and some are not. The wall in front of me are demolish. Outside is a large shovel/construction vehicle. Large chunks of concrete pieces everywhere. At least it's a nice sunny day.


I've seen Doug Demuro's review, on youtube, of a Roll-Royce's Phantom. In my dream, I am driving it on a road that circulate. At first it's clear concrete road. Next thing I know, there are ice everywhere. Other vehicles behind me and some pedestrian ahead of me but they're barely noticeable. I drive it like a road warrior. I will not lose control.


Heart pulse in the middle of my brain is the norm now. I just hope I don't get a stroke.

 

[EXOTICLEX]

I dreamed I wish I dreamed the winning powerball #'s.

 

[ironwez20]

Bro what the ****..... interesting dreams you got there. I must say

 

[OisterNeck]

I often have dreams that are like episodes of a story. I wake up, turn over, go back to sleep and it continues

happens to me too, weird isn't it?

 

[Mr. Green]

Same here. isn't it weird?

happens to me too, weird isn't it?

Yo, what's up? Same post.

 

[Mr. Green]

A few small dreams here and there. A big dream that I forgot to post.


I will just sit in my car and meditate till I am asleep. I am in my vehicle and parked in an open square parking lot. Feel like I am sitting next to a student chair+table. Everyone is taking a test. I don't have one by me. I realize I already graduated. Why do I have to take any test? I will just sit here, in my car and relax. Everyone handed their test in and most left. I look back of my vehicle and it looks like the back of a red, large kayak. It got an opening . Supposedly I back it too much and some concrete overhang cut it open. I drive my vehicle out but blocked so I drive to the back. An Indian woman show me the way out. I am by the water now. Someone is swimming underneath the water. I can see her long white legs and body. A small, rusty barge raise from a foot of water, below. I step in. An Indian man is controlling it. This thing got no engine or any visible propulsion. We went out but close to land. Water suddenly got rocky. We land by the other end of the concrete corner. I walk into this rusty old concrete structure. Wet ground but grass everywhere.

 

[Mr. Green]

Small dreams and vision as usual. Some with tree branch or small tree. I seem to dream less but see more when I am awake.


I encounter someone; a certain celebrity. She is familiar and busy with a few. I decided not to make an effort and move along. I walk the subway tunnel. Before the exit outside, she is standing against the wall. She won't give up on me. We communicate. Everything is smooth. I see her face like a black and white photoshop or contrast that I draw attention. We're outside, along rows of vehicles and light traffic. There are two classic but custom vehicle. It look like something my mind copy from what I see on the internet recently. The vehicle looks like a Corvette Stingray but with a touch of the Batman movie to it. She open the door for me. I see myself driving. This pleasant dream went on like a date. Awake, I know she have a boyfriend. But no matter, I still have to be careful.

 

[Mr. Green]

An immigration dream. I was handled a thick roll of money by a woman/girl. We're all outside with everyone in the neighborhood. We all seem to wonder who's the illegal immigrant. Someone will leave soon. Whoever leave will sure to be an immigrant. A few leave.


Months ago, I came back from fishing. The sun just came out. I am still driving back. My logical side of me explains away that it's just a reflection on the windshield. For 3-4 sec, I see a spider's web of a symbol. It's between me and the windshield. Its blue thin line looks like a hologram. I can't tell how many spoke it has as I have to concentrate on driving an empty morning road.


A few weeks ago, I am on work site. I am watching a youtube music video. The video have mostly black background. I've seen this video numerous times. This time red letters appears like a paragraph. It got rustic edges and bottom that I can't read off of.


Another short TS dream that I forgot.


I see a very young Harry Potter and his red head friend, Ron. Harry is shooting his wand at a small willow tree. The wind just blew the leaves away like it's nothing. The environment is typical of dark swamp like the movie. I might have seen the same scene of the same small tree loosing its leaves as it stand bare.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am on a small line. I come in this small place. Everything just seem simplified. Eventually there is no colors or just single monochromatic environment. Somehow I am on the floor looking for any activity, people, display, technology, or colors. I found a bunch of old style polaroid picture and rectangular object of colors. Some of these object contain a single, thin color crayon. It makes me happy just to spread them around the floor and to the back. This simple L plan of a steel container box doesn't look old anymore. I walk almost out and see the long line of young people waiting to get in. They only let in one at a time. I think this is some kind of a performance art or some experience or advertise. The exit part turn into a small store. The merchandise are those simple, individual color of various kind of crayons, watches, simple technology, etc, that I try to spread inside. I guess I should appreciate diversity.

 

[Mr. Green]

Is this how I go? With dementia or something? I keep hearing "Cha da ang". I am in a suburban neighborhood but with the overlapping of old western culture. "Char ta Angl" I see various people moving around with old western clothing. Some wear wild west cowboy hat and/or trench coat. A black haired woman talking. An average white male come forward and talk. He got dark brown or black hair. I see his face have this demonic glow like his skull burn his flesh away, in an instant and return to normal again. His dark version, he have this amber colored cigar, burning eyes, and horn mark that burn through his forehead. He walk away. "Charl th Ange", I turn the corner and see a gathering. An open area, in the middle of the street. A modern day concrete small town but flooded with light coffee colored water. Wave of water like we're at a beach or something. The middle is too chaotic that no one stand in. There is one or two line of people, wearing old and dark brownish color clothing, forming an uneven circle around it. "Charles the Angel. Don't you give up on me.", I see automobiles, on my left, as I come closer. I see a black or dark, typical, pickup truck. I see a small blue Chevrolet car, next. Big waves radiating out. I am surprise the guy in front of me maintain his footing. I keep hearing the phase, "Charles the Angel. Don't you give up on me.", like my subconscious talking out or someone talking to me. It doesn't make any sense, and still doesn't, but I slowly and consciously understand the meaning, as the dream end.

 

[Mr. Green]

I am in a place that feel a little like I am in the old apartment in Bronx. Most of the place is empty. In the closet, some of my mother's old clothing remains. In the living room, there are luggage. It contains some of my brother's stuff and some of my documents. I look out the window and it's new. I can see the overhang of the exterior and other windows. I am safe. There is a twist to this place. I took a test. Most of the people got their results back. A different professor is handling the return of the test. He couldn't find mine. A test with a similar name as mine is here. But the name is not mine and the writing is in blue marker, which is also not mine. We did find my previous test. I am outside and I see a third professor tasked at investigating my test. An old, thin man, I doubt he can find it. I see the darkness of space. Two space capsule, sealed, is floating out and away. Its shape is a mixture of sphere and square. One is the remains of my first professor; the other must be his wife. I guess I won't be getting my result back anytime soon.


Somewhere along my experience, I see static white vision. It's like my view is chopped up horizontally. Electricity running left and right lines and wave going up & down, from right to left or left to right. I guess they make up what I see.

 

[Mr. Green]

Should I call it them/they? Or is it's what's left of my dark side. I put up a resistance: No. They smile/laugh and the mask turn angry. Just little dream here and there. Two random male name now. A dog-like monster swallow a large fish. The fish, in turn, flip the mouth backward and swallow the dog-like, from the inside out.


Another airport dream. I recognize someone from work. She is selling token for .35 cent each. A black woman who is trying to make a living. I continue on and the path up turn into a V shape of metal. It look like a water slide.


No dream but my code is behaving strangely. I swear i commented it out; why it it running as an error code, like an hour glass animation. Double check and yes, a good chunk is commented out and also did a search; where the heck did that word display as an error? And yet, the application ran. A reminder that I can only use logic and reasoning for only so far? Or maybe I am just a suck ass programmer.

 

[Mr. Green]

I swear, I could've written a comedy/horror series and maybe produce it for tv viewer. It's harder and harder to get the satisfaction of meditation, now a days. I do but not the higher feeling that I want. Maybe it's not the bliss feeling that I should be feeling but just the peace. Well, at least I am stronger in my dreams or better yet, the lack of it.

I just came off of an elevator. I am on a stopping area. No need to go anywhere as it is not my stop and no option to go anyway. I am with a group of people. Some are in a hurry to go on next elevator. I got patience, so they can go ahead of me. There are like 2-4 elevator. I got in one of them. A smaller group of people and in a smaller elevator now. One of them complaining that he is in this process for 15 yrs. A young black guy, he talk to someone he is familiar with, on the left. A different door open on the left and expose this person that he is talking to. I wonder if there are others on his elevator as the door only expose half of it. We all got out and they walk, at a distance, ahead of me; complaining of their long circumstances. We're in an open area with trees or forest area. Slowly, I sense my mind of planning the next elevator trip; how many and who's to be the passenger. It's like the airline cargo carrier. The more we can carry the better. I see a bird's eye view of the elevator. We can have this boy and another boy. We can have a young girl and an alligator would be nice. We can stuff it in. We might have to figure out the chaos it would cause later. Maybe one of the boy is a handicap. A doctor is needed. It is his duty to care for this boy. I see him with his legs cast on a horizontal slab of concrete, just like one of these tombstone around us. Oh, yea, we're in a cemetery now. The girl is kind of chubby. She is wearing blue jean. She complain and turn around. A zombie just went by her and it missed grabbing her and went forward and away. It's kind of funny as I watch the boy seeing it all. She went forward and went in, halfway, into the window of this light brown/greenish color car. It's probably a crown victoria type of car. I see my mind planning to have a chair or wood plank, to be place on top of these hand rail; to stay away from the small alligator. I laugh at myself for making up such a dream.

The power of belief.

 

[Mr. Green]

I meditate a little and went back to sleep.

I am in a small clothing store with my brother. I see a lot of business suites and pants and belts, etc. My brother and I walked this lightly flooded road in previous dreams. A few kids are ahead and they walk as the water turns deeper. My fancy clothing will be wet for sure. I decided to take the sidewalk on the left. It will get me pass safely instead of taking the center, canal like channel, road. We're on this old dry neighborhood now. My brother fall behind and on his butt. I hold him but he have to go to the restroom fast. He went in a stranger's house. I hold something that belong to him and it turn to ****. One of the neighbor's house is this old wooden house that's painted in acrylic. They're poor, dark skin, and dry people. The rest of the house is for sale with a for sale sign. They only rented a small portion of this house. I needed to go to the restroom. A small classic van, of dark gun metal color, is parked on the street. A poor couple with a small kid is living in it. There's a toilet seat in the middle with the rest of what they're living with. I don't feel like going to the restroom anymore. My brother is missing. I can possibly imagine he being attacked and turned into bar-b-q meat. Diagonally, across the street and at a pointed corner, a big pig is being roasted. It's a body of a big person with a head of a pig, with both his hand and feet ended with hooves. His belly overhang with fats. He yelled, "burn me, burn me!" He's skewed horizontally. His back rotates up and he got dark burn. He's dead by now. They can't hurt me as much as I can't help my brother.