I remember something about talking to Nicole* about my very long braided hair that hung to my waist.
Later, I was in a place like my high school, but backward and two stories. I stood in front of these mechanical steel doors that would open upward. There was something like support bars across them in the shape of an X. We went through them.
At first, it was dark. I went in then came back out to find a flashlight and went back in. I knew something about the rare flowers I saw. I knew they were dangerous and made you grow older quicker, so I tried staying away from them. Marie* picked them and put them into a bag. I told her not to and that they were dangerous, but she was in a trance.
Later, I came back and it was light. It looked like paradise or the land of the Lotus-Eaters from the Odyssey. Some friends from school and I looked around and played and talked. I explored to see how big the place was and how they made it. I was far away in a field when, out of nowhere, this small yellow flower was blown by the wind into my hair, which was now short and curly. I panicked and wanted to get out of there so I found another mechanical door and pressed the button three times. There was a sound like a doorbell. The door slowly opened and I went into an office or house. I remember being directed to another door to my right and it lead back into the school’s hallway.
Later, I ended up going back and trying to tell people this is a bad place. I went through the second door. This time, the people there said, “People that come through this door are to be killed, but I don’t think he’s here, so get out!”
I ran to the door on my right. On my left, along the same wall as the door, I see a library room and the guy that was running this whole – what I’d guess you’d call – an experiment, was standing there with his back to me. He saw me, but the guys that talked to me shut the door. I pressed the button to the door. The door opened and I slipped out and ran down the hall and around the wall of the hallway to escape.
I was trying to find another way out of the Utopia place, so I went back in and recognized Karen* walking out toward the entrance. I remember some friends I didn’t recognize because they were 40 years old now. Some other people were playing with a boomerang rope thing. I turned to look to my right and I heard something weird and then a gasp.
I looked back and saw the friend I didn’t recognize (the girl). Her head was cut off her body and it was all bloody and stuff. Some people, like me, that resisted the paradise spell ran towards these old castle like double doors, which led us to the hallway. We ran down the hallway to the stairs and tried to explain what happened. Dad, this old fogey dude, some others, and I decided to try to save some of the people in the utopia place and get them out.
We thought that we could get the children together for coloring and telling stories, so I found this paper with a picture (for coloring) that had a story on it, two pencils, a pen, and some crayons. The others took the stuff there and I went there a little later. These little kids were all huddled around and I went to see what was going on. They were using the blue crayon to color the shirt of a character, but the sleeves in light blue. The little kid to my right started reading the story and the little kid to his right asked what he was reading. He said a nursery rhyme like ‘Humpty Dumpty‘ and the other little kid started to sing ‘Humpty Dumpty,’ while the first little kid read. I then had this theory that kids younger than a certain age grew younger and kids like teenagers that were older that a certain age grew older.
Later, I remember some guy walking in to the utopia place and we all thought he was here to convince the older people to leave. He wasn’t, though, but now that I think about it, the older people could have been the teenagers and my friends. I think I also remember that at the high school, there was like a blizzard outside. Even earlier in my dream, I remember missing out on a field trip and actually going on a second one.
* Names have been changed.
First, I remember eating something sitting next to this psycho girl about my age. I had this feeling that she was going to try to kill me, so I picked up two forks and put one in my pocket. The girl tried to attack me, but I tried stabbing her right arm with one of the forks. It didn’t break the skin. I jumped off the table we were sitting on and started running. She ran after me and caught me, so I tried stabbing her again. This time, it broke a little skin and she let me go. I remember running around this stage like area. I ran by tables, through back rooms, turned left, ran, turned left, ran up some stairs to a stage thing, turned left, ran down some stairs, and ran into the table that I ran by earlier. Then, the psycho killer girl grabbed a fireplace poker and went after me with it. I fought back.
In my next dream, I was in an auditorium with friends. I was supposed to take pictures. People came in and the show started. There were about 10-15 people that were supposed to perform, one of which was Scott*.
I don’t remember much, except Scott making the audience laugh. Then, I remember him dragging a red or pink ½ inch thick cord behind him and in cursive it said my name and someone’s I couldn’t read. Someone said it was supposed to be current or past relationships and I said, I never went out with him, which is true. Then, Scott bundled the cord up and tried carrying it while also holding something striped and rolled up underneath his chin.
He walked across the stage. People crowded around and I got in front to take pictures. Later, I remember going backstage where they were showing a movie Scott was in. I always thought he would be a good actor. In the movie, he acted like an old guy reading a newspaper and yelling at someone in the other room while going to the bathroom. All they showed was his feet, which had brown fuzzy slippers on, and his face, which looked like a 20-year-old with movie make up on to make him look old. I also remember being in Mrs. Green’s* room talking about something funny that Scott did.
* Names have been changed.
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Psycho Killer Girl.”
It started out with one big alligator, then the rest were all crocodiles.
Well, the dream started out with a dusty road and a truck. Some men were putting an alligator in the truck facing the back. I remember dust being kicked up in the air. The truck was moving slow, so I walked behind it. The poor alligator looked sad and I said something like, “Sorry, I had to do this.” and petted it on its nose.
Just then, two police cars filled with drunk people side by side drove down a hill. I flagged them down to stop, so they did. This is where the weird thing happened…
I got a flash of the police folks getting in a gunfight and six people being shot. There was also something about a little kid climbing the tree nearby and the mother tries to get him, but they both fall in the water.
So I yelled out to the people standing by, “Eight of you are going to die, so be careful!”
They looked at me weird and then they sobered up a little. The boy climbed the tree, but the mother got help and got him down safely.
I turned around and apparently the alligator chewed through the wire door of the cage (the truck had stopped) and it was halfway out of the truck. The driver was getting mad, but the alligator crawled back to a nearby stream. Then, these crocodiles started to come out and scared everyone.
I somehow knew when those crocodiles would come out and where and then, my vision changed. The crocodiles turned into geometric shapes, such as a triangle for a head and a bulls eye of ovals for the body. I jumped up and down to distract them and from head on they looked like hats.
Well, my vision cleared up and the head fisherman guy or something drove me and some others back to an office or house on a pier. We were trying to figure out what we were going to do. Then, I sensed a crocodile outside the place and to the right. It ended up being just a mutant dog.
The head fish dude’s dog was slowly changing into an alligator or crocodile. The dog’s head was covered in green scales. The head fish dude said, “Are you sure that’s my dog?” Then, the dog started talking mentally and only the head fish dude and I could understand him. The dog kept making wisecracks about being the head fish dude’s dog.
We looked at some papers and the fish dude read out loud, “‘Radiation testing, please move guests south.’ Why did I just get this letter today?” I looked at a black and white Xeroxed brochure and the head fish dude said to spruce it up, so I agreed. I remember it saying something about the “best spot.”
Then, I remember later that there was the girl that was in love with the fish dude and she looked a lot like the main girl on Lake Placid. She kept carrying around this little paper booklet thingy until a crocodile almost ate her, making her drop it.
Later, I remember walking down a pier and someone said it was hot. This man and women said they would turn the water fans on. I wanted to see what they were talking about, so I followed them, to help them. The guy and the girl took off their life jackets. I didn’t want to because it could save my life. So the “water fans” were these huge fan type devices floating in the water. The couple and I jumped in. Just then, a small crocodile jumped up on the dock area.
We had to get the fan started, so we pushed against this black tube with our feet and the fan started moving. It was fun to ride and the fans would move around in the water. Also, for some reason, I felt I had to get off the next time we came by the dock.
So I waited and jumped off at the dock. Still in the water, I grabbed ahold of the dock and that pesky little crocodile was still there. It was small, but it could have still hurt me. So I swam to the side of the dock and pulled the little guy back into the water. Then, I quickly tried to climb on the dock. It was impossible. So I called for help and this blond guy jumped in the water from a near by dock. People kept telling him not to because his scent would attract the crocodiles.
He tried to help me swim over, but I said I could probably do it. So we got up on the other dock and I moved out of the way, knowing a crocodile was coming. It did and went after the guy. So the guy took off his shirt and put it on the dock to distract it. He kicked the shirt into the water and the crocodile dived in after it.
The rest was an episode of Boy Meets World.
Note: The original title used for the Dream Directory was “Watch Out!”
It was like a movie with two guys (good and bad) trying to get out of a building that had a bomb.
The good guy looked like any hero guy on an action movie, early 30’s, strong type. The second guy was the bad guy and was slightly overweight with a temper. The good guy tried to get him out of the building, even though the bad guy wasn’t cooperating.
The good guy said to the bad guy, “You can’t hurt me, can you?”
The bad guy doesn’t say anything.
“I didn’t think so,” the good guy said.
He decided to leave the bad guy behind. There was this green liquid or it could have been just water just reflecting something green. The good guy jumped in to find a way out. The liquid was at least 10 ft. deep. The good guy swam over to a mirror. Thinking it was a window, he banged on it. Then, he found a connecting hallway or office and climbed up onto the floor.
He stood up, thinking he had left the bad guy behind. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the bad guy grabbed a grayish black phone off the desk that was in the room and hit the good guy on the head with it. The good guy fell to the floor, but got back up. He shoved the bad guy into the wall. There was a whole fight scene.
Then, the elevator doors opened and this lady that looked like a combo between the doctor on Cube and the lady that was helping the family hide on Don’t Look Behind You. She was the head of the police department and grabbed the good guy’s shoulder (I guess he worked for the police) and dragged him to the elevator. The bad guy followed him and the lady said, “Who is this creep?”
Later, my dad and I were reporters on the scene. They showed us this bomb with what they called “mock wires,” where the maker puts a bunch of fake wires to make the bomb look more explosive and complicated. It was to make a person disarming the bomb struggle to figure out which wire to cut. The bomb squad narrowed it down to wire number 4 (there was 10 in all). They clicked a switch on the last wire and it didn’t go off, so the bomb squad thought it was a dud. I, however, saw the fuse light up and start to smoke. They took it away and I just waited for it to pop.
In another dream, there was a cigarette floating in the air. It was lit and spinning in circles. The smoke got to me, so I blew it away from me. Then, to my right, there were cigarette ashes floating in the air.
Then, I woke up.
I was at school, and someone gave me a blue balloon. I later put it in my locker.
That day at school, we had an assembly, and it was a science show. Someone gave me an inflated blue balloon. I stood there the whole time and then this guy friend, let’s call him Charlie* did this really cool trick with magnets and a blue balloon, making it move in the air.
I thought it was cool and I had a balloon, so when he got off stage, I asked him to teach me how to do that. He tried to show me, but it was hard. I almost got it when it was time for lunch. They called it “intermission.” I said, “thank you,” and placed the balloon on a chair in the room. He went to lunch. I had to go to my locker, so I went the other direction.
First, I stopped at someone else’s locker and there was a blue balloon in it. I thought nothing of it because they seemed to have been given to everyone. I took off my winter coat and put it in the locker and and found a small deflated blue balloon in my hand. I said aloud, “What is with these blue balloons?” Then, I put the balloon in that locker, closed it and went down the hall to my locker. On the way, I overheard to people say, “What’s with these what?” “Blue balloons.”
I got to my locker and opened it up and screamed in surprise. There were two half inflated blue balloons on the top section and one on the bottom of my locker. This guy, let’s call him, Conner* came up, put his face up to mine to look in my locker, and said, “Hope, what wrong?”
I said, out of breath like (but talking fast as usual), “What’s with these blue balloons? I got one this morning and and put it in here. Then, I went to the science show and got another balloon. I did a trick with Charlie and left it there. I went to this other person’s locker and they had one. Then, I found one in my hand! I put my coat and the balloon in that locker, but I come here and find three, and look -” I opened a crayon box, “one, two, three…four more blue balloons! Where are they all coming from?” My best friend was there with me, too. She said what she thought (I can no longer remember what it was). Conner then said, “Shh, here comes Mr. Crystal*.”
Then, I woke up.
I had a dream before that but can only remember fragments..
I remember being near a big body of water. I got instructions to be careful of this man, because he was ordered to kill me. There was an old black car. The man got out and got his young daughter out of the passenger side. They ran across the sidewalk and started to climb a tower. When they got high enough, the man took out a gun, and pointed it at me. I took out my gun and shot him in the arm (I think) and he fell 30 ft. into the water.
Later, this older man and I were taking care of the young daughter. We were at some kind of party. An older man, some mad scientist, showed me this experiment he was doing. He had a Speak & Spell and some kind of projector. He projected light onto the night sky. He typed, “GOODBYE.” Then, there was a violent earthquake. We were unaware because this was central Ohio, we don’t get earthquakes.
The rest I can’t remember.
* Names have been changed