August 29th -> Sept. 5 2004

This is a dream that has been going on for a little while now, about a week so far. I want to include this not mainly because of the dream itself but because of how I feel when I wake up.

The dream starts off with me actually at the end of a dock. It looks somewhat like the one at my cottage but it is insanely long. When I get up to walk back along it I see a person that I knew from camp, DEveaux, a reknowned bull-shitter (we called him 'shut up'), trying to fit into a minisubmarine that he has made out of duct tape and water jugs. Anyway he starts to get attacked by sharks under the water (I never see them, but I know what they are somehow). Then somehow the dream shifts into my living room back home in Gagetown.

I'm sitting on the left side of my blue coach and this girl sits down beside me. She's not incredibly beautiful or ugly, she's kind of cute but very... ordinary and when I see her I'm overwhelmed by this intense sensation of... love. I feel totally die-hard in love with this girl, like she's been my gf for years. Then she shifts so that she lays her head down on my leg and her legs dangle over the arm of the couch. Then I lean down and kiss her on the lips. It's a nice, soft, gf kiss. Not a hard-core make out kiss, or a peck on the lips kiss. When I kiss her, I can feel that she loves me back. But always at this point I wake up, and I can still feel the lips on mine, and I can still feel that love. Within about 5 minutes it's pretty much gone, but every now and then I can feel a faint memory of it upon my lips.

Now the first part of the dream I'm not really concerned with, although I'd like to know what the hell it means, if anything. It's kinda random. What makes this dream different is that I can so vividly remember the emotions and the feelings of that kiss, but I can't remember the girl clearly, at least I couldn't for the first four days. I'd go throughout the day and every now and then I'd feel the desire to recreate that kiss. Anyway, after about four days of the dream it kinda clicked as to who the girl is, and now whenever I look at her, I remember that kiss, like we've actually shared it before, but we haven't, and I get the urge to just... kiss her, but I can't because it would be wrong. Yet still, I have this sneaking suspicion that it isn't the girl from the dream, and just when I saw her, something about her, or her connection to me, made my subconcious link her to my dream, and then make her the dream kiss girl, even if she wasn't before. It's very possible.

???

This one has inspired me to write a story based upon it, because of the vivid detail with which I remember it. It starts off with me, at least I think it's me, on the gangplank of a ship in a harbor, possibly halifax. It seems like it's a cadet exercise or something. Some kid is at the edge of the pier with a handgun, he's shooting cans off the edge as his friends watch. This is kinda dangerous so I tell him to stop and he flips out at me and starts shooting at me and a few cadets near me. So I have to bring him in to the CO. When I go past him to talk to the CO he looks at me with this look of utter contempt and his face twists with utter rage and then he attacks me, this time with a knife.

When he's pulled off of me the kid breaks away and manages to run to a convenience store where he grabs an idling quad and drives into the woods. As he's tearing through the woods this naked wild woman runs through the trees just overhead him and then she swings some kind of heavy piece of wood, like an axe handle, down and hits him square in the chest, taking him right off the bike. Then she drops down from the trees, noiselesslly, and stands beside him with a hacksaw. She mutters something in his ear as he's trying to gain his bearings laying on the ground, and then she starts sawing off the top of his head, starting just below his nose.

A bunch of stuff happens that I don't remember and eventually it winds up with this older woman, she's like 24, Blonde and kinda tall and I've decided that her name is Sam. Anyway, she's on the run from something, I don't know what and she's driving downtown on a crotch-rocket. She looks pretty beaten up so she turns into this clothing shop on the corner, but she turns too sharp and takes out this elderly woman at the shins. Two other men help her up and Sam runs inside to get some new clothes, so as not to attrract attention to herself.

Then the dream switches to my viewpoint. I'm standing on the other side of the road, using a candy vending machine. It's something like Dog Bonz in the machine, I put in a quarter and it gives me 3 blue, 3 red, 3 yellow and 3 white, and when it's in my hand it's in exact quarters, which is kind of odd. When I see Sam go into the store I feel compelled to go in after her, because, to the dream me, she is the most beautiful person I'd ever seen.

When I step in the door I'm struck by this vision of her spinning in a dress, and then when I turn my head, there she is, spinning exactly like my vision. Then I have another vision, they seem more like flashbacks to a dream then visions actually, of her turning her head and smiling at me, and again she does exactly that. Then as I'm looking at her I'm struck by yet another vision, but this time it's of a man's hand on a door-knob, turning, and I'm struck by this wave of crazily intese, purely primal fear. I look at her and tell her that she has to go, he's here. She's confused but then she looks into my eyes and sees the terror in them and she seems to understand. She agrees and yells to the Cashier that she's going out back for a minute and he yells back, "Sure Michelle." And that for some reason really freaks her out because she looks back at me, utterly terrified, and I say "We're going, Now!" And I take her by the end and usher her into the back room. There's a kind of cupboard/counter in the room, but there is no door, so we're trapped. Then we hear the door open and we know that whatever it is, it's here.

We try and stuff ourselves in the cupboard but it won't close, and we're struggling with it. At the last minute we finally get the door closed and the door to the backroom opens. We're scared as all hell inside, because we can hear whoever it is, rummaging around, looking for us. My hand finds hers in the dark and she seems reassured by it, more secure in the fact that she's not alone. Then he clears the stuff off the top of the cupboard and we see that there is actually a hole in the top of the counter. The hand starts to reach down inside the cupboard, and we try to squirm out of the way,but it's no use. The hand's fingertips touch my knee and the thing issues a roar of anger as it rips the whole countertop off. We spring out of the cupboard and see that as the thing roars it's jaw appears to split as it opens wider and wider, until it appears as if the whole head is about to fall off. Long dagger like deeth potrude from the edge of it's mouth and saliva glistens on them seemingly like poison on a knife. I yell at Sam to run to the door and then I stand in the way of the thing so it can't get her, as she runs for the door I punch it in the face then slip behind it and elbow it in the back of the head forcing it to the edge of the counter. I hop over it as it starts to recover, then as I reach her at the door, we look back at it getting up, open the door and... that's it. I woke up.

At some point earlier in the dream my soul was taken, for what reason I am unsure. The point where I start remembering the dream is when a man in a car tried to run me over, and he was actually homicidal, like he was hunting me. I ran and as I was running realized that I did not leave footprints in the ground. Also it appeared that I had no conscience, I could do bad things and not feel any remorse. As I passed some kids trick or treating I knocked one down and took his candy and felt nothing.

Then I see this girl, a blonde, in her early twenties, that is dressed up in a french peasant's outfit as if going to some sort of college halloween party. She is trapped in a phone booth as a bunch of teenagers pound on the outside taunting her, and she's obviously distraught as tears are running down her face. I come down and chase the thugs away, they seem disturbed with my demeanor, somehow sensing that I wouldn't hold back. When she comes out, and stops crying, she explains to me that she was on her way to a party down the street, thanks me and then carries on. She gets about a block down the street, and just when I was about to turn around the thugs jump out of the bushes and start chasing her, and she runs to this construction site, swearing to myself I follow suit.

I catch up with them at the top of this construction site. There is a large hole, perhaps to put in a skylight, in the center, and there are two thugs on either side of it, with the blonde on the opposite end of the building from me, backed against a wall. I casually walk up and push one of the thugs, who never noticed my arrival, into the hole. Crazed, two others jump in after the first, and then the last attempts to jump but I catch him in midair. Then when I look at him he has changed into a scraggly old black homeless man, and I'm no longer at the construction site, I'm in my dorm room, and Lori, the hall proctor, is standing in my doorway wearing medieval battle dress and carrying a claymore. She then asks me to show her my trick with a pack of cigarettes, and when I look back to my hand the old bum is gone and I'm holding a pack of marlboros. I tell her that I can't at the moment, I'm busy and she shrugs and leaves to go to archery practice, hauling along Tracey with her, who has a long bow on her back.

I turn towards my desk to see a girl, who I believe is my gf in the dream, and reminds me a lot of an older Shawna Porteous, sitting at my desk watching tv. At this point I realize I am not wearing any pants, so I grab a pair of jeans and then check my digital personal assistant and remember that my band was supposed to open a club that night and the opening time is in 5 minutes. I then kiss my gf good bye, she wishes me good luck and resumes watching tv, and I take off out the door.

When I go outside the door I find the hallway is flooded with mattresses and it is extremely hard to walk across them. Coming down the hall towards me is Jason Harley and Peter comes out of his room to say that Jason reminds him of a movie star but he's not sure which one. It is in the middle of the ensuing debate that I awaken.

To write - Shooting Chris in the Bank Robbery; Fish bowl in the closet floor, cookies in the attic; daughter being portal to hell; Being arrested for Drug Dealing;