In this dream, I was at the Garden State Plaza, a mall in northern New Jersey. I left the mall through a side exit and proceeded to walk around the perimeter of the mall alongside the Route 4 and Route 17 intersection. What a view! There was an amusement park, a swimming pool, and a lake with lots of speedboats. There were a lot of people having fun in the sun. (Note: in real life, that area is a parking lot.)
In the second dream, I was again at school, rebelling against the administration. This time I drew a graph on the blackboard. The axes were cost and rules. I drew a upwards-sloping line and put a little arrow way over to the right, representing the school. Seeing that, the principal launched an inquiry as to the reasons I was wearing my underwear inside-out. (Gee, I was in real trouble then. Hehe.)
I was a stock trader. It was the end of the week and I was collecting my first pay packet in the payroll office. I must have been good because I received $3500 (high for entry level traders). I must also have been very crooked because I got my pay in cash. So I was looking inside the envelope. There were bills on various odd denominations. ($350 notes and some smaller ones tied in bundles.) There were also forms to check off after I had counted the dough. There was also a strange flyer titled "Draw your Toonage". On it, there were many icon-sized drawings of toony animal characters, presumably drawn by other traders, with cute names. There was a space for me and my handle was "Morlyn".
Then my grandmother walked into the room. She was carrying a bottle of funny-smelling medicinal wine. She downed a glass of that stuff and then gave me a glass of the wine. The smell zonked me out before I could drink a single drop. Then I woke up.
In this dream, I was living in a strange house where the rooms were arranged in the shape of the letter "S". There was a lawn and driveway at one end of the house. At the other end, there was an indoor bonsai garden illuminated by little incandescent bulbs. All the rooms in between were generic whitewashed but at one bend, there was a little door leading out to the back street.
It was around half past seven in the morning when I saw a preteen boy, chased by several older boys, seek refuge in my garden. I felt like I knew him so I went out to protect him. For quite some time, the older boys kept entering the compound while I kept pushing them out and latching the gate. The gate wasn't very effective because the boys were able to enter over and over again. Eventually, they gave up. Then I had a chat with the preteen. He was very bright and imaginative, and we talked about many things that I do not remember now. He stayed until it was time for him to go to school.
Another high school dream but this one is fun. I was in a classroom with a lot of other students, some of whom I recognize. They were all very rowdy and noisy. There were a few policemen standing in the classroom but they weren't doing anything except talking on their walkie-talkies. I stepped out for a moment to use the restroom. (Do you use restrooms in your dreams?) When I returned, everyone was sitting down quietly and watching an animated show. It was an educational science show. The show opened with the narrator saying that the show had started broadcasting in Finland, stopped in Borneo, and was still trying to make headway in New York City. (For the record, I have never been to any of those places except the last.) The animation was done in a simple style like Rocky and Bullwinkle.
I was at my parents' house, the place where I was brought up. On day one, I was in the kitchen at the back of the house. Two insurance saleswomen started knocking on the back gate but left before I got to the door. Then a little later, I was doing a little gardening on the front lawn. The insurance ladies came around and asked if I wanted insurance. I replied that I was already insured but they must not have heard me very well since they muttered something that sounded like "Doesn't speak English". (I wonder why this stereotype is popping up in my dream.)
On day two, I went out for a walk early in the morning. When I got back, it was still dark outside but when I entered the living room, there were about thirty people there. They were watching music videos on TV. The program was sponsored by MIX 105 (a New York FM station) and featured songs that I couldn't recognize.
I was sitting at a table with a group of lawyers, all wearing grey suits. Maybe I was a lawyer too. Who knows? I recognized a few of the lawyers as characters from LA Law. Lunch was brought in. Everyone was having some sort of vegetable soup or something. Then everyone started exchanging spoonfuls of soup. (Disgusting, really.) Soon, Douglas Brackman's pea soup was piled high with string beans, pinto beans, and various other things. Then Leland walked in and said, "Congratulations, Douglas, you really share and share alike." Then Douglas leaned over and asked me how much I paid for TV dinners. I replied, "One sixty-nine minus coupons."
This is a dream within a dream within a dream. I can't remember what the innermost dream was but when I woke up from that, I found my mother poking at my ribs over and over again. I started laughing and woke up from the middle dream. Now comes the weird part. I was lying down wearing a fur cap that appeared to be firmly stuck to my head. I tugged and tugged but it would not come off. After a little while, I managed to remove it by twisting it off just like you would twist off the cap of a soda bottle. When I looked at it, it was ripped on one side. While I was pondering this, I woke up again.
I was having lunch with a friend at a sidewalk cafe. There were several of the usual diner-style entrees on the table. Then the waiter brought a particularly unusual and disgusting dish. It was a small animal on an oval platter. It was still perfect formed and even the fur was intact. I picked it up. It felt soft and fuzzy like a plush toy, but at the same time, I could feel the bones beneath the flesh. I sniffed it. It had a faint musky odor. All this time, I could not bring myself to take a bite out of it. Is my subconscious trying to tell me to become a vegetarian?
I was writing entries in my "What's New?" page. (Dream HTML?) It looked like I was using a WYSIWYG HTML editor. (I do not normally use one. For those who read the earlier entry, I didn't like Microsoft FrontPage and decided not to purchase it.) Anyway, those two entries were about doing the character design for Mr. and Mrs. Lin, whoever they are. Also, I made the same typo ("marsh" instead of "much") twice.
I dreamed that I was using a very special word processor. Whenever I cut a word and then pasted it, the object named by that word would appear magically beside the computer. I was about to paste something really nice when alas, I woke up.
When I went back to sleep, I had more dream HTML. This time, I was designing the "Mission Impossible" home page. It had a screen capture graphic and fancy rendered text. There was even a link to a script I had written for the show. The strange thing is I don't even like that show and I haven't watched that many episodes of the show.
I was all alone standing on the platform at a small train station. I was wearing a tan trenchcoat. I saw a train entering the station. All of a sudden, a thought entered my mind that I should get out of there as quickly as possible. So I started running towards the end of the platform, away from the train. Sure enough, when I looked over my shoulder, I saw the train jump the tracks and crash into the waiting area, becoming a heap of twisted metal and sending sparks flying all over the place. (Note: this was not a nightmare. I was perfectly calm during the entire dream, so maybe this is a movie-style dream.)
In this dream, I was very little, probably not more than two or three years old. I was with my mother and she was teaching me how to use the toilet (break for a few minutes until everyone stops laughing) except that I was given a small toilet, complete with flush handle and tank, about a third the size of a real one. I remember feeling both very secure and a little curious during this dream.
A Simpsons dream! I can recall just a fragment, unfortunately. The Simpsons were sitting at the dinner table. Bart said, "Now you got your drool all over it," and flicked a chunk of potato from his plate over to Homer's plate.
I was standing in a non-descript room together with some other people. Suddenly, everyone stopped talking and started looking at me. I raised my arm and was surprised to see it covered in thick dark-colored hair (or fur?). Then the other people faded into the background. A huge marble arch appeared. There was an extremely bright white light shining from behind the arch. I found myself being drawn closer and closer towards the arch by some mysterious force. Then I woke up.
I was working at my computer. I glanced to my right for a moment and saw someone who looked exactly like me walk past. He stopped for a second, waved goodbye, and continued walking. Then I turned back to my computer and continued working, without the realization that anything unusual had happened until, of course, I woke up. The question now is if I saw myself in a dream, was I actually someone else? Are there any other interpretations?
An Animaniacs dream? Yakko, Wakko, and Dot were in what looked like a little log cabin. There was a knock at the door and Wakko answered it. A large toon hawk that looked a little haughty was standing at the entrance. He said that he was a friend of the family and that he was from San Biepo. (I can't find it in the atlas.) Wakko then started crying and said, "San Biepo... so very sad."
I was at work doing something at a row of computers. A co-worker came up to me and said, "I have a network problem. Come and see! Come and see!" At that time, I was wearing my coonskin cap. He actually started petting and stroking the fur on my cap. It felt rather strange but nice in a way. Then he asked, "Regular or alternate?" As soon I said "Alternate", he went round behind me and started pushing my chair. He wheeled me very rapidly down the long corridor and, throughout the journey, I was thinking "Wheeeee!" while at the same time trying my best to keep my feet up so they didn't get caught in anything. I must have had my eyes closed because I didn't see anything for most of the journey.
Then finally he wheeled my chair round a corner and into his cubicle. He said that he had to leave for a while and disappeared. I observed that his computer screen was blank. (Well, you're going to have network problems if you don't turn your computer on.) There was a little bed in the cubicle that didn't seem large enough for someone of average height. Also, there were clothes all over the place. I picked up a pair of shorts that were draped over his chair and tossed them onto the bed. Then I sat in his chair to take a closer look at the computer. Then as I looked downwards, I found that I was wearing pajamas and the pants portion was all bunched up above my knees.
I was having a lunch break at a certain fast food restaurant bearing a pair of golden arches. It was raining heavily outside and the sky was very dark. I had just taken a seat when I heard over the PA system that the building at which I work was undergoing construction and that no one was to return to work in the afternoon or the next day or ever. (Gee, now that was a subtle hint.)
This led to the second part of my dream. I was at a supermarket with a companion who was about half my height. We must have been penniless because a security guard was following us around making sure we did not steal anything. My friend was quite adept at hiding and sneaking around and he played numerous tricks on that guard while I pretended to look at some item or other. The salad was over $2 a pound. (Yikes!)
In the afternoon, I was sleeping because of illness-induced fatigue. In this dream, I woke up and it was quite dark. The digital clock (the red digits on this clock were the only color in the dream) said 9:26. I heard some music playing on the radio and then suddenly an announcer said, "It is the Lori Petty comedy hour!" Then the theme to "Lush Life" started playing and I could hear Lori Petty speaking in her funny voice.