wake up, dreamer
sometimes i go consecutive nights with pellucid dreams. i really love the dream world. in some ways i think eternity will be spent in a dream-like state with very different concepts of time and physical boundries like we experience in the “real world”.
two nights ago i had a dream i met brady quinn on a bus. it was a pretty mundane and i cant recall too much more of it anymore. it was just kind of strange. i am not really a brady quinn fan (more of a cleveland fan) and i never think about him so it was strange to meet him in a dream. it kinda came out of nowhere.
last nights dream: “the adventure”
it must have lasted the entire length of my sleep. i was going to cleveland state univ. with two other people. we had to drop something off and i passed my real-life friend ben on the way there. sometimes in a dream you can communicate with someone telepathically, it seems. i dont remember an exchange with ben, but he alerted to me some information that would become useful later.
“roy” and i were in the lobby now, in front of an elevator. roy is a figment of my subconcious imagination. the elevator arrived and a women walked in with her pet on leash. roy followed. i took one step in and remembered whatever ben had told me. “i cant do this”, i told roy as i stepped back. i couldnt do it because i knew what was going to happen but i didnt believe it. perhaps it was that disbelief that didnt allow me to warn roy, but even if i tried to explain nothing would have changed. the elevator door closed and i wandered back into the lobby.
the next thing i know there was a crowd gathering around the open doors of an elevator that had crashed down and was now mangled. i took one look in and saw nothing. roy and the lady with her pet had disappeared. there’s no blood and guts in this dream but it was understood what happened.
i began walking home now looking at the campus from a distance. the whole thing was on unstable ground apparently sinking deep into the unknown. i was in a neighborhood i wasnt familar with yet it was uncertain whether i was lost or not when i met audrey.
long term memory is a lot like a dream. there’s no sense of time in a memory because you can jump from event to event often mixing details of one time with another. this is what the audrey portion of this dream was like. i had instant knowledge of her. i didnt know how old she was but she was younger than me. smaller too, very cute. it would be easy for me to kiss her on the forehead. she had blonde hair and was wearing simple clothes; jeans with no pockets, a white t-shirt.
we walked along sidewalks until we got to her house. it was far enough away that we wouldnt sink, but memory of that seemed even farther away. her parents were home and the four of us began hanging out. i got a text message from my real-life friend becky. it was a video message. audrey’s dad wanted to hook our phone together so we he could he watch it. her parents were really open people. however, he was making sure the message wasnt something ill-suited for a guy that was hanging out with his daughter.
in that dreamly way of mixing time & space, i would eventually have an encounter with her dad’s gun collection. ive never even seen a gun before but this man had plenty of shotguns. i dont know if he was a hunter or just slightly wild-eyed.
it turns out the video was the beatles’ “birthday”. who doesnt love the beatles? her mom was a fan … and a little wild herself because for some reason she flashed her bare bottom to the three of us as she walked into the other room. i told you they were open people.
audrey and i were walking back to the beginning of the dream. it was raining now. we met ben on some sort of steel platform that you’d find in a construction site.
this is where i introduce the dream to reality, “ben, this is audrey. she’s—”
“what are you,” i asked her.
“i’m your girlfriend,” she said matter-of-factly.
we stood face-to-face. she was looking up into my eyes and i kissed her with the sinking campus off in the distance.
i held her hand and we joined what was now a group friends. we were enjoying a calm shower as the dream lens began to pan back and the group took in the extraordinary sight of a sinking campus.
