Another dream
So it would seem that I remember my dreams almost every single night. As I have stated in the past (I think) my dream universe seems to have a lot of constants - its like my dream memory (the memory in my dreams) seems to stay fairly consistent. There are different sections based on types of symbols and events and sometimes these places change a little bit - the symbolic "creek" in my dreams seems to stay the same.
Last night remember dreaming about moving into a college dorm room. I seem to dream a LOT about going back to school. . . or being in school. I am willing to bet its once a week at least. Hence the reason for this part of my journal.
So last night - I remember being in the "Allen Park" house. This is a constant dream place - and its layout seems to be similar to how it was when I was growing up - but it morphs from time to time. In last night's dream I was in the room I spent most of my childhood in. I was sleeping on top of comic book boxes. . . and there were also card boxes lined up on part of the floor.
I remember waking up VERY early in this dream and feeling weird emotionally. I called my therapist at like 4 AM in my dream. She said that if I missed school - to give her a call. 2 girls (from one of my classes) showed up and were there to ride with me to school. I had their names - and one of them was really funny. . . like Shelly Belly or something. This girl (who I didn't really know in my dream) was trying to cuddle up with me and put the moves on me under my blanket. The other girl - started going through my Garbage Pail Kids and damaging some of the really valuable ones. I got really mad and kicked them out.
I remember having to wait an extremely long time to use the bathroom because my niece was in there. . . she wasn't alive when I lived there - but this is life in the dream world right?
At some point in the near future in my dream I was at school. I showed up pretty early - and when we go there the teacher was having problems with the computer network so they sent half of the class home. The half I was on. I was mad because it was rare that I got up early enough to really be there.
There was an event in an earlier part of this dream where I was hiding in this barn or garage as these night stalker type creatures were out sucking up souls or something. They looked like human beings but they also transformed into these shadow creatures with sharp features. Like being able to turn into a maleable shadow hellhound or something. I think in my head I it was like common knowledge that they were aliens.
So - while at the school - it occurred to me that this was part of my "late night." The real reason half the class was let go (why only half - I couldn't tell you) was because someone was killed the night before. I am pretty sure it was one of the shadow creatures.
I also remember being in the back yard. My dad was working on something. . . and my mom had this amazing helicopter creature. It could change into a car. . .and we were sitting in the car version of it talking and was in the driver's seat. I accidentally hit a button that turned it into helicopter - and I was flying around very haphazardly. Dangerously - I couldn't get the feel for the controls because they were SOOO sensitive and because there were all sorts of specialty "moves" that it could do depending on joystick and button combinations. The joystick moves were not simply up and down - like "swerve" type commands. . . like if you moved it in the shape of a "j" or something the cockpit would 180. I finally got it under control and let my mom drive it home.
I was driving in a car at this point and I was in the right lane - and it was ending. I was changing lanes into the center lane and some girl coming from Primos decided to dive onto the middle line in the street. I didn't hit her - or really come close - but it was un-nerving. A few blocks later theses guys pulled me over and started cussing me out. They acted like I did something TERRIBLY wrong - and the only thing I could think of was not turning off the road and seeing if the girl was o.k. They wouldn't tell my what I did but they were REALLY threatening. I was ready to start fighting when my mom showed up with the helicopter and scared them away. (I think it was the shadow creature aliens in human form.)
So eventually I get back to school and I'm just walking from class to class or something. For me I seem to always be trying to finish a few days or sessions of a high school class knowing full well that I have a Bachelor's degree. I think I'm doing it just for fun - or to prove something to the high school? Or to make it further legitimize my HS degree? I run into the 2 girls who woke me up and we are talking about 3rd girl that I (at one point in the past) tried to ask out. It was at a time before I really knew these 2 girls and one of them admitted to repeatedly bumping the desk so that I couldn't write down her number before I forgot it.
The teacher to this class reminds me of Dr. Louise Bourgault from NMU. She died a few years back of cancer. She is someone who I really liked. She was quirky and a lot of people didn't like her. . . but she REALLY liked my writing and my mind - so how could I not like her right? She had a substitute.
I was talking to the 2 girls who woke me up - still mad at the one - and trying to find out what the other girl's story was. The one who was getting all cuddly with me. . . and then her boyfriend walks up . . . and the girl that I'm mad at pulls me aside and says "Oh, yeah - she has a b/f." She explained that she didn't think I'd ever meet him - and that I probably wouldn't see them again in an environment outside of class.
After this I end up in an acrade where all these games are set up for tournament mode. There is a competition and a lot of the newer games are set up in a way that even if you are playing a different game - there are elements of each game that are all in common with each other. Almost like a game within a game? But more like side-by side games. Like you play pac-man but get these power ups that you can send towards other people to reduce their score - or various ways to interfere with their gameplay. Somehow all the games produce an aggregate score that is based and ranked by skill.
The games that I want to play aren't compatible on the system. They are too old. I end up meeting a guy who knows a lot about the game I'm playing. . . like the processor, and the gameplay engine, and how it was created, how it is emulated. We start talking about programming and all this obscure tech knoledge. . . and we go over to an area where a guy is rebuilding (or scrapping) an old stand-up . . and we all start talking. Somewhere around here I wake up.
Last night remember dreaming about moving into a college dorm room. I seem to dream a LOT about going back to school. . . or being in school. I am willing to bet its once a week at least. Hence the reason for this part of my journal.
So last night - I remember being in the "Allen Park" house. This is a constant dream place - and its layout seems to be similar to how it was when I was growing up - but it morphs from time to time. In last night's dream I was in the room I spent most of my childhood in. I was sleeping on top of comic book boxes. . . and there were also card boxes lined up on part of the floor.
I remember waking up VERY early in this dream and feeling weird emotionally. I called my therapist at like 4 AM in my dream. She said that if I missed school - to give her a call. 2 girls (from one of my classes) showed up and were there to ride with me to school. I had their names - and one of them was really funny. . . like Shelly Belly or something. This girl (who I didn't really know in my dream) was trying to cuddle up with me and put the moves on me under my blanket. The other girl - started going through my Garbage Pail Kids and damaging some of the really valuable ones. I got really mad and kicked them out.
I remember having to wait an extremely long time to use the bathroom because my niece was in there. . . she wasn't alive when I lived there - but this is life in the dream world right?
At some point in the near future in my dream I was at school. I showed up pretty early - and when we go there the teacher was having problems with the computer network so they sent half of the class home. The half I was on. I was mad because it was rare that I got up early enough to really be there.
There was an event in an earlier part of this dream where I was hiding in this barn or garage as these night stalker type creatures were out sucking up souls or something. They looked like human beings but they also transformed into these shadow creatures with sharp features. Like being able to turn into a maleable shadow hellhound or something. I think in my head I it was like common knowledge that they were aliens.
So - while at the school - it occurred to me that this was part of my "late night." The real reason half the class was let go (why only half - I couldn't tell you) was because someone was killed the night before. I am pretty sure it was one of the shadow creatures.
I also remember being in the back yard. My dad was working on something. . . and my mom had this amazing helicopter creature. It could change into a car. . .and we were sitting in the car version of it talking and was in the driver's seat. I accidentally hit a button that turned it into helicopter - and I was flying around very haphazardly. Dangerously - I couldn't get the feel for the controls because they were SOOO sensitive and because there were all sorts of specialty "moves" that it could do depending on joystick and button combinations. The joystick moves were not simply up and down - like "swerve" type commands. . . like if you moved it in the shape of a "j" or something the cockpit would 180. I finally got it under control and let my mom drive it home.
I was driving in a car at this point and I was in the right lane - and it was ending. I was changing lanes into the center lane and some girl coming from Primos decided to dive onto the middle line in the street. I didn't hit her - or really come close - but it was un-nerving. A few blocks later theses guys pulled me over and started cussing me out. They acted like I did something TERRIBLY wrong - and the only thing I could think of was not turning off the road and seeing if the girl was o.k. They wouldn't tell my what I did but they were REALLY threatening. I was ready to start fighting when my mom showed up with the helicopter and scared them away. (I think it was the shadow creature aliens in human form.)
So eventually I get back to school and I'm just walking from class to class or something. For me I seem to always be trying to finish a few days or sessions of a high school class knowing full well that I have a Bachelor's degree. I think I'm doing it just for fun - or to prove something to the high school? Or to make it further legitimize my HS degree? I run into the 2 girls who woke me up and we are talking about 3rd girl that I (at one point in the past) tried to ask out. It was at a time before I really knew these 2 girls and one of them admitted to repeatedly bumping the desk so that I couldn't write down her number before I forgot it.
The teacher to this class reminds me of Dr. Louise Bourgault from NMU. She died a few years back of cancer. She is someone who I really liked. She was quirky and a lot of people didn't like her. . . but she REALLY liked my writing and my mind - so how could I not like her right? She had a substitute.
I was talking to the 2 girls who woke me up - still mad at the one - and trying to find out what the other girl's story was. The one who was getting all cuddly with me. . . and then her boyfriend walks up . . . and the girl that I'm mad at pulls me aside and says "Oh, yeah - she has a b/f." She explained that she didn't think I'd ever meet him - and that I probably wouldn't see them again in an environment outside of class.
After this I end up in an acrade where all these games are set up for tournament mode. There is a competition and a lot of the newer games are set up in a way that even if you are playing a different game - there are elements of each game that are all in common with each other. Almost like a game within a game? But more like side-by side games. Like you play pac-man but get these power ups that you can send towards other people to reduce their score - or various ways to interfere with their gameplay. Somehow all the games produce an aggregate score that is based and ranked by skill.
The games that I want to play aren't compatible on the system. They are too old. I end up meeting a guy who knows a lot about the game I'm playing. . . like the processor, and the gameplay engine, and how it was created, how it is emulated. We start talking about programming and all this obscure tech knoledge. . . and we go over to an area where a guy is rebuilding (or scrapping) an old stand-up . . and we all start talking. Somewhere around here I wake up.