My Dream Tonight
On Saturday night at 12:36 AM (technically Sunday morning) I fell asleep until 5 AM.
The following is an accounting of my dreams throughout the night - I am aware some people make stuff about their dreams to seem “funny” - this will NOT happen here, as they are already mind-boggling to me.
The first dream I remember is playing a game on my Xbox 360. This was taking place in my old room (in the front of the house). The game was extremely frightening and I got to a part where a woman told me I had to go into a hospital bathroom to check on my friend (in the game) and for some reason this part was so ominous that I had to turn the game off before deciding to do it, opting instead to do it at some point during the daytime (when its light out).
At this point Kevin came over, before he was going to go meet his girlfriend. We talked about a few things and apparently I had seen the (often-talked-about and not-yet-created) sequel to Boondock Saints in theatres, and was very disappointed with it. Kevin had seen a movie as well and expressed a similar distaste.
In the dream, I checked bittorent on my computer and I was downloading something that was at about 90% finished. I was unsure of what it was. Then I woke up.
When I woke up (and I really did wake up) I was positive that I saw a man standing in my room (which I do see on occasion - I see a man/person in my room and it is simply a hallucination - this is a continual, and extremely frightening, problem of mine that my father shares with me, and slightly Christian and his father as well). I try to force myself back to sleep and I go back into my dream (after a good ten or fifteen minutes). In the dream I am checking bittorrent again and it turns out that what I am downloading is the allowance of me to be in an extremely expensive cover band that plays exclusively one band’s songs (like Badfish or Lez Zeppelin), and the knowledge of this, and that the man in my room when I woke up was going to be the lead guitarist (and that’s why he was there) hits me, and seems normal to me.
I am also downloading chili, apparently. Tom is there with me now eating chili and Kevin is gone. I try to put pepper in it (which I never do in real life) and although I mix it in, the pepper seems to stay on top of the chili. This is frustrating.
Tom brings me back something (possibly a book) that he has borrowed and tells me his cat peed on it but he has cleaned it. I pick it up and it is wet. I drop it, suspecting urine, and Tom tells me it’s not urine, his cat just happened to lick it before he came over. I asked him why he didn’t clean it and he said “Who cares if a cat licks it? It’s not pee or anything.” This is an odd statement to make but arguably makes some sense.
Tom and I discuss whether or not we would take free leftovers from other people’s meals at restaurants if it was food we really liked. I said no, especially if it was soup. Tom said he would, and I said “Even if it was soup? Someone’s spoon has been in their mouth and then back in the soup” He declined to comment on this but reiterated that he would.
At this point I wake up for the second time, see the man in my room again, and this time I remember that he is simply part of my new cover band and feel comfortable with it.
I go back to sleep and Sousa, his ex-girlfriend Anna, and I are on our knees in the middle of the day on top of a steep hill, while an African tribe is yelling at us. We, of course, do not understand what they are saying. At one point, they kill Anna (but I do not remember how) and then push her down the hill. They then kick Sousa and I backwards down the hill, and I remember trying to think that I want to convince them I’ve died before I hit the ground and that I hope Sousa realizes the same thing.
This hill was goddamn steep - it was really more of a mountain in retrospect. I remember rolling and tumbling and trying to hit as violently as possible to seem like it was killing me. At some point I caught up with Anna’s body, which was also rolling, and I grabbed it, hoping she’d break my fall. Sure enough, soon came a roll that ended with me (clutching the corpse) in mid-air for about four seconds, before hitting the ground violently, and immediately acting dead.
Sousa hit and immediately sat up (which pissed me off to no end) and the Africans came running down the hill, but ran past us. I closed my eyes as they ran past and when I opened them, I was in a home-made jail cell with Sousa, Denny and various others. I asked a woman in the room (who was outside the cell) what was going on, and she said that said that South Africa had learned a lot from the United States in the aspect of protecting criminals before a trial. We had an Xbox 350 in our cell, and there was a game where you played a harmonica. I was extremely interested but Denny said he had already tried it and it was simply too difficult.
At this point I do not remember the transition but I remember being in a room with my parents in what seemed like an odd, tiny, white, condominium. They were yelling at Sam’s friend Matt as they were about to leave. I walked past a mirror and happened to notice I had shaved off my beard (and now had a good deal of five-o’clock-shadow), that my mustache was only shaved in some places, and my hair was dyed white. I freaked out about this to them and was actually mad that they had no explanation, and I realized that I had about an inch and a half of dark roots so I must have dyed my hair a while ago.
My parents were about to leave when my mom told me to go into a hospital bathroom to see my friend, and I realized that she was the woman in the video game, and again, that this was going to be a very frightening part.
Somehow, I again decided to turn the Xbox off and found myself having to walk home from downtown Warren (around where Rod’s Grille is) and I was extremely frightened as it was around 3 A.M and pitch-black out. I walked past two unattractive girls. One was going home and one was just leaving. I asked the one leaving for a ride home and she sighed but agreed. She said she was going to New Jersey and I told her my house was only about 6 minutes away. For some reason she took this to mean that it was 6 minutes away from her New Jersey destination. We got into a car with 7 other people (it was a station wagon that was packed) and she was in a band with these hippie kids. They started driving towards Barrington when I informed them I was actually 6 minutes away from our current location, not our New Jersey destination.
They turned around (the whole car was extremely slow, due to the fact that there were 9 people inside) and eventually they turned down the street with the Warren police station.
Right then, I was walking with Lou. The car and hippies were gone, for no reason. I don’t know why I was walking with Lou, but I was, and it was 3 A.M, and there were many people around, as if it was 3 P.M. We noticed a huge van/trailer in an impound lot next to the police station and looked inside to see an extremely plush set-up and a bunch of merchandise belonging to a band that I remember I thought was good, but wasn’t specifically a fan of yet, although I had liked what I heard (like Pennywise or something).
I immediately thought it would be to the benefit of Senior Discount if I had called them immediately and made sure they got their van back right away, as they must have been playing a show somewhere when this got towed and, in my dream, I felt that they had no way of knowing where it was. I went on my sidekick and tried to Google a phone number to their secretary (which was about the 80th thing that made sense only in-dream).
Me and Lou were standing next to a second-rate late-night host talking to some rap artists (yes, this was being taped outside, at 3 A.M., next to the Warren police station) when an oil truck tried to come into the police station parking lot (which had a big wall with gates).
A wire was preventing the truck from doing so, and kept stopping it, but the truck kept ramming the wires, apparently to break through them. Eventually (maybe inexpicably would be a better term here) the truck was being lifted off the ground as it was stuck, and the oil blew up. Unlike earlier in the dream, Lou and I completely freaked at this crazy thing that we’d never see in real life,just as we would if we did in fact see it in real life. We walked away and in doing so, Lou said “That was cool to see, but that guy (meaning the driver) definitely died” in a sad manner.
As he said this, a wiry, toothy, red-haired fellow (around 20 years of age) was walking by, and when he heard Lou say “That guy definitely died”, the kid turned to Lou and said “Shut up”.
For some reason this really set me off, and I started making fun of this kid, debating with him on what Lou could possibly be dealing with and how rude it was (not the Lou was actually dealing with much, but the possibility that he could have been). And eventually I actually took this kid by their hair and scraped his face across a mesh fence, and had him in a headlock.
I angrily accused him of being a Kevin Smith fan (which I definitely am and makes no sense as an insult) and then at some point, immediately turned around and treated him like it all was a joke and that I was his friend, but that it was really a stupid thing to say. Arcello was there at this point and I asked his opinion. Arcello shared my sentiment (but was unaware of the headlocks and mesh-fence scraping).
Then I woke up at 5 A.M.
I couldn’t really explain the deal with any of these dreams. But here’s what I could (sort of) link:
- the red-haired kid was Cole, a friend of my cousin Patrick’s, who I like and did not recognize at all in the dream - I saw this person earlier today so that made a little sense
- I found out Lou is coming home on Friday for the weekend (maybe explains his presence)
- a frightening Xbox 360 game is coming out that I’m interested in
- I saw Boondock Saints for the first time last weekend, and subsequently, found out for the first time that the director wants to make a sequel
- on Bittorrent I was waiting for a few downloads this week (Rocko’s Modern Life full series, House Of the Dead for Wii, etc.) with great anticipation and often do
- I just watched the South Park Imaginationland Director’s Cut earlier, and the way the terrorists and evil imaginary characters treated the good imaginary characters was extremely similar to the Sousa, I and (especially) Anna were treated
- Someone did borrow a book from me - “Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs” - I had to buy it again because I have yet to read it and I desperately want to do so
- I had seen a movie recently that I was sure would be good, and was bad - “Funny Games”. Come to think of it, it happened three times recently - “Funny Games”, “Semi-Pro”, and “Be Kind, Rewind”
Although a lot of it doesn’t make sense, there are specifically some things that make less sense than the things that simply don’t make sense:
- Tom hates chili
- Although this was already mentioned, I don’t put pepper in chili (or anything really)
- I HATE cover bands - especially exclusively-one-band cover bands
- Why is it okay with me (in a conscious state, mind you) that the other member of this band is being downloaded into my room?
- I tried to prove to my parents that I never shaved off my beard and mustache, and that I did not dye my hair, as if, had I logically proved it, my facial hair (and regular hair) would return to normal
- How much would a cat have to lick something for it to really be wet?
There’s no point to this, but there were at least 8 different scenarios in my dream and I felt that they were so excessively odd (and I found it so ridiculous that what I saw when I woke up had gotten worked in) that I decided to immediately write it down before I forgot that it happened.
By the way - Tom, you are fucking disgusting. Leftover restaurant soup? Get a clue you vanilla gorilla.
- chuckstaton
The following is an accounting of my dreams throughout the night - I am aware some people make stuff about their dreams to seem “funny” - this will NOT happen here, as they are already mind-boggling to me.
The first dream I remember is playing a game on my Xbox 360. This was taking place in my old room (in the front of the house). The game was extremely frightening and I got to a part where a woman told me I had to go into a hospital bathroom to check on my friend (in the game) and for some reason this part was so ominous that I had to turn the game off before deciding to do it, opting instead to do it at some point during the daytime (when its light out).
At this point Kevin came over, before he was going to go meet his girlfriend. We talked about a few things and apparently I had seen the (often-talked-about and not-yet-created) sequel to Boondock Saints in theatres, and was very disappointed with it. Kevin had seen a movie as well and expressed a similar distaste.
In the dream, I checked bittorent on my computer and I was downloading something that was at about 90% finished. I was unsure of what it was. Then I woke up.
When I woke up (and I really did wake up) I was positive that I saw a man standing in my room (which I do see on occasion - I see a man/person in my room and it is simply a hallucination - this is a continual, and extremely frightening, problem of mine that my father shares with me, and slightly Christian and his father as well). I try to force myself back to sleep and I go back into my dream (after a good ten or fifteen minutes). In the dream I am checking bittorrent again and it turns out that what I am downloading is the allowance of me to be in an extremely expensive cover band that plays exclusively one band’s songs (like Badfish or Lez Zeppelin), and the knowledge of this, and that the man in my room when I woke up was going to be the lead guitarist (and that’s why he was there) hits me, and seems normal to me.
I am also downloading chili, apparently. Tom is there with me now eating chili and Kevin is gone. I try to put pepper in it (which I never do in real life) and although I mix it in, the pepper seems to stay on top of the chili. This is frustrating.
Tom brings me back something (possibly a book) that he has borrowed and tells me his cat peed on it but he has cleaned it. I pick it up and it is wet. I drop it, suspecting urine, and Tom tells me it’s not urine, his cat just happened to lick it before he came over. I asked him why he didn’t clean it and he said “Who cares if a cat licks it? It’s not pee or anything.” This is an odd statement to make but arguably makes some sense.
Tom and I discuss whether or not we would take free leftovers from other people’s meals at restaurants if it was food we really liked. I said no, especially if it was soup. Tom said he would, and I said “Even if it was soup? Someone’s spoon has been in their mouth and then back in the soup” He declined to comment on this but reiterated that he would.
At this point I wake up for the second time, see the man in my room again, and this time I remember that he is simply part of my new cover band and feel comfortable with it.
I go back to sleep and Sousa, his ex-girlfriend Anna, and I are on our knees in the middle of the day on top of a steep hill, while an African tribe is yelling at us. We, of course, do not understand what they are saying. At one point, they kill Anna (but I do not remember how) and then push her down the hill. They then kick Sousa and I backwards down the hill, and I remember trying to think that I want to convince them I’ve died before I hit the ground and that I hope Sousa realizes the same thing.
This hill was goddamn steep - it was really more of a mountain in retrospect. I remember rolling and tumbling and trying to hit as violently as possible to seem like it was killing me. At some point I caught up with Anna’s body, which was also rolling, and I grabbed it, hoping she’d break my fall. Sure enough, soon came a roll that ended with me (clutching the corpse) in mid-air for about four seconds, before hitting the ground violently, and immediately acting dead.
Sousa hit and immediately sat up (which pissed me off to no end) and the Africans came running down the hill, but ran past us. I closed my eyes as they ran past and when I opened them, I was in a home-made jail cell with Sousa, Denny and various others. I asked a woman in the room (who was outside the cell) what was going on, and she said that said that South Africa had learned a lot from the United States in the aspect of protecting criminals before a trial. We had an Xbox 350 in our cell, and there was a game where you played a harmonica. I was extremely interested but Denny said he had already tried it and it was simply too difficult.
At this point I do not remember the transition but I remember being in a room with my parents in what seemed like an odd, tiny, white, condominium. They were yelling at Sam’s friend Matt as they were about to leave. I walked past a mirror and happened to notice I had shaved off my beard (and now had a good deal of five-o’clock-shadow), that my mustache was only shaved in some places, and my hair was dyed white. I freaked out about this to them and was actually mad that they had no explanation, and I realized that I had about an inch and a half of dark roots so I must have dyed my hair a while ago.
My parents were about to leave when my mom told me to go into a hospital bathroom to see my friend, and I realized that she was the woman in the video game, and again, that this was going to be a very frightening part.
Somehow, I again decided to turn the Xbox off and found myself having to walk home from downtown Warren (around where Rod’s Grille is) and I was extremely frightened as it was around 3 A.M and pitch-black out. I walked past two unattractive girls. One was going home and one was just leaving. I asked the one leaving for a ride home and she sighed but agreed. She said she was going to New Jersey and I told her my house was only about 6 minutes away. For some reason she took this to mean that it was 6 minutes away from her New Jersey destination. We got into a car with 7 other people (it was a station wagon that was packed) and she was in a band with these hippie kids. They started driving towards Barrington when I informed them I was actually 6 minutes away from our current location, not our New Jersey destination.
They turned around (the whole car was extremely slow, due to the fact that there were 9 people inside) and eventually they turned down the street with the Warren police station.
Right then, I was walking with Lou. The car and hippies were gone, for no reason. I don’t know why I was walking with Lou, but I was, and it was 3 A.M, and there were many people around, as if it was 3 P.M. We noticed a huge van/trailer in an impound lot next to the police station and looked inside to see an extremely plush set-up and a bunch of merchandise belonging to a band that I remember I thought was good, but wasn’t specifically a fan of yet, although I had liked what I heard (like Pennywise or something).
I immediately thought it would be to the benefit of Senior Discount if I had called them immediately and made sure they got their van back right away, as they must have been playing a show somewhere when this got towed and, in my dream, I felt that they had no way of knowing where it was. I went on my sidekick and tried to Google a phone number to their secretary (which was about the 80th thing that made sense only in-dream).
Me and Lou were standing next to a second-rate late-night host talking to some rap artists (yes, this was being taped outside, at 3 A.M., next to the Warren police station) when an oil truck tried to come into the police station parking lot (which had a big wall with gates).
A wire was preventing the truck from doing so, and kept stopping it, but the truck kept ramming the wires, apparently to break through them. Eventually (maybe inexpicably would be a better term here) the truck was being lifted off the ground as it was stuck, and the oil blew up. Unlike earlier in the dream, Lou and I completely freaked at this crazy thing that we’d never see in real life,just as we would if we did in fact see it in real life. We walked away and in doing so, Lou said “That was cool to see, but that guy (meaning the driver) definitely died” in a sad manner.
As he said this, a wiry, toothy, red-haired fellow (around 20 years of age) was walking by, and when he heard Lou say “That guy definitely died”, the kid turned to Lou and said “Shut up”.
For some reason this really set me off, and I started making fun of this kid, debating with him on what Lou could possibly be dealing with and how rude it was (not the Lou was actually dealing with much, but the possibility that he could have been). And eventually I actually took this kid by their hair and scraped his face across a mesh fence, and had him in a headlock.
I angrily accused him of being a Kevin Smith fan (which I definitely am and makes no sense as an insult) and then at some point, immediately turned around and treated him like it all was a joke and that I was his friend, but that it was really a stupid thing to say. Arcello was there at this point and I asked his opinion. Arcello shared my sentiment (but was unaware of the headlocks and mesh-fence scraping).
Then I woke up at 5 A.M.
I couldn’t really explain the deal with any of these dreams. But here’s what I could (sort of) link:
- the red-haired kid was Cole, a friend of my cousin Patrick’s, who I like and did not recognize at all in the dream - I saw this person earlier today so that made a little sense
- I found out Lou is coming home on Friday for the weekend (maybe explains his presence)
- a frightening Xbox 360 game is coming out that I’m interested in
- I saw Boondock Saints for the first time last weekend, and subsequently, found out for the first time that the director wants to make a sequel
- on Bittorrent I was waiting for a few downloads this week (Rocko’s Modern Life full series, House Of the Dead for Wii, etc.) with great anticipation and often do
- I just watched the South Park Imaginationland Director’s Cut earlier, and the way the terrorists and evil imaginary characters treated the good imaginary characters was extremely similar to the Sousa, I and (especially) Anna were treated
- Someone did borrow a book from me - “Sex Drugs and Cocoa Puffs” - I had to buy it again because I have yet to read it and I desperately want to do so
- I had seen a movie recently that I was sure would be good, and was bad - “Funny Games”. Come to think of it, it happened three times recently - “Funny Games”, “Semi-Pro”, and “Be Kind, Rewind”
Although a lot of it doesn’t make sense, there are specifically some things that make less sense than the things that simply don’t make sense:
- Tom hates chili
- Although this was already mentioned, I don’t put pepper in chili (or anything really)
- I HATE cover bands - especially exclusively-one-band cover bands
- Why is it okay with me (in a conscious state, mind you) that the other member of this band is being downloaded into my room?
- I tried to prove to my parents that I never shaved off my beard and mustache, and that I did not dye my hair, as if, had I logically proved it, my facial hair (and regular hair) would return to normal
- How much would a cat have to lick something for it to really be wet?
There’s no point to this, but there were at least 8 different scenarios in my dream and I felt that they were so excessively odd (and I found it so ridiculous that what I saw when I woke up had gotten worked in) that I decided to immediately write it down before I forgot that it happened.
By the way - Tom, you are fucking disgusting. Leftover restaurant soup? Get a clue you vanilla gorilla.
- chuckstaton