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Recurring Dreams

When I was a kid I had 4 recurring dreams. Not to say I didn't have other dreams, but these four dreams well ... they'd show up a lot. I don't have any of them anymore, for various reasons.

The Flying Dream.
Everybody has a flying dream. Mine goes like this (and for a good long while, I thought of it as a memory rather than a dream): I wake up in my bed at Holly Ln, the first house I lived in that I moved out of when I was six years old. I get out of bed, float down the hallway, open the front door. Everything is cast a bluish light, full moon-type light, but there was no actual moon, just the type of light you'd expect to be cast from it. I fly up and down the street, back to the house, fall asleep. If I'm lucky.

If I'm not lucky, I see myself as a 5 year old boy with completely black pupils climbing a palm tree. Then my 5 year old self will show me his palms, cut up and bloody from climbing the tree.

I wake up sweating.
Stopped Recurring: When I started flying in the zombie dream.


The Nightmares.
1. The Zombie Dream. I'm walking through an asphalt playground. In the distance, some Egyptian pyramids. All of a sudden the ground starts to open up. Hands shoot up from the ground as zombies start to pull themselves out. Thousands of them. I run.

Version A. Originally I would run until I was caught up with and started to get dragged into the Zombie horde and would wake up screaming and sweating.
Version B. Once, while running, I remembered that I could fly, and started running as fast as I could. The faster I ran, the more parallel my body would be to the ground until the ground would be just a few inches from my face. I would then take off, flying far from the horde below. At some point I would fly into a Casino, and into an elevator, the Zombie Horde still pursuing. Around this time, I realize I'm dreaming, and wake-up.

2. The Chocolate Monster.
Everytime I had a high-temperature fever, I would have this dream. It goes like this. I'm sitting down, at a desk or a bar or whatever when everything starts turning to chocolate and melting, the ground, the desk, the chairs, the walls, the ceiling, everything. A large monster is being formed out of the chocolate like the "new" Terminator in T-2 after the liquid nitrogen starts to wear off. It looks a little like the shit-demon from Dogma. I hop on a red tricycle, the only thing besides myself that isn't turning to chocolate, and start peddling. The tricycle begins to sink into the chocolate. It's too thick to swim in. I begin to drown. I wake up sweating.
Stopped recurring: When I stopped having fevers. I haven't had a fever in 11 years.

3. The Abstract Nightmare.
Everywhere are black pipes in black, gravity-less space. Pipes and mechanical muck fill up every inch of visible space. Except for the stars, which are fat, bloated versions of the Carl's Jr. Star, with no faces, but glowing a particular shade of not-quite whitish green that I've never seen in real life. There are anywhere from 1 to 17 of these. They get dirty and I (manifested as a left-hand) have to clean them off with a rag or else the pipes and grime cover them up very quickly and God only knows what would happen next if I let them get overtaken. I am compelled to continue wiping the stars clean. I will do this over and over and over, hundreds of times, even waking up and going back to sleep to continue wiping off the stars, until it is morning.
Stopped recurring: Sometime in high school.

posted by Doug 9:18 PM

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