THE DREAMERY - post your authentic dreams here.

[Caro]

Buddy boy was back. I was amazed as he walked up. It was wonderful to see him again. He had a tag from the vet around his paw. He was purring and being himself. But I thought he was dead? I was having a hard time reconciling his presence with the fact I knew he was dead. My mom said she had left him at the vets on the other side of town. He must have walked all the way back to her house to be with me!

Gathering at my mom's house. Everyone was there, even my dad, which was strange. I thought, if Buddy boy can be alive, then maybe Danny is too. Amongst all the people, suddenly, he walked in! Oh my fucking god!! My whole world just about collapsed. I was crying and getting hysterical. I went to talk to him.

"Danny, Danny I thought you were dead! Danny... it's been so hard this last year and a half. I can't believe it isn't true"! I cried. Then I got kinda angry. "Just what the hell is going on???" I was so confused. It seemed as though there had been some kind of hoax - and I couldn't get Danny to talk much, it was mostly me talking. I pulled him aside for a private conversation and again told him how hard it's been thinking he was dead. "Cari, I'm not dead, I'm fine, I'm right here" was all he said. He wouldn't answer me when I asked him the question that's been burning in my mind..."would you still be this messed up if you thought I had died"? And I hugged him, and it felt so good....

I wanted to tell my mom and Derek about Dan but they already knew. Nobody seemed surprised but me. I saw everyone going out the front door, Danny going with my Dad. I wondered if maybe Derek had gotten Danny hooked on heroin and that's why his death was staged? After everyone left I was travelling.... back to my dorm in Seattle. The whole way I was thinking how I would tell my friends that Danny wasn't really dead. It was joyous news so I didn't care if it made me look like a liar.

I was trying to get to my computer in the dorm room to get on Weedguru but it must have been move-out week. I had thoughts of exams and tests that I was procrastinating/failing. There were a lot of people, students, cleaning. Some of the dorm rooms were not at all how I remember them in waking life; they were huge, with beautiful hardwood floors and pillars. My room was right next to Design Perfect, and I saw the lady who interviewed me yesterday. I felt weary from the upsetting news and did not want her to see me, so I slipped by. My stupid bitch roomate from college was in the room with her family, moving stuff out. The room was much nicer than it had been in real life. I started to realize what was going on, and for a minute it was almost lucid. I reached for my computer.... and woke up, tangled in sweaty sheets.


3 days off the weed and I get rewarded with this. I love to dream but damn, that was emotionally intense. I felt so let down when I woke up and the ones I love really are dead. But maybe I was in a place last night where they still exist.

[Zen]

Ok I don't know how well I remember this, in fact I know I'm only remember less than half because this dream I had was so vivd and stretched out. But here goes...

It all started in Japan. I don't know why I was there, but I htink I was there with a friend of mine. We were going about our thing but then somewhere along the line I think my buddy got into smoking crack. And I think the whole Japanese part of my dream was focused around me trying to convince him not to smoke it how it was going to destroy him before he realized it and such. But then before I can recall what happened, we hopped on a ship and left for Vancouver. Once we got there my friend disapearred from my dream. I remember walking around alone, and I came to this open area, where a drug dealer was making a sale to some random. Once the transaction completed the random scurried off and the dealer turned his gaze towards me. He didn't do anything except sorta chuckle and he walked off. I remember finding this really cool Headshop, very open, and a very south american, tiki style to the whole shop. All the merchandise was lined up against the walls and there was a couch beside the entrance door, and the middle of the shop was open. I think the owners lived here as well. They were really worldly, earthly peopl, not quite hippies, but very open and friendly like that. I ended up meeting the couple that owned the store and talking to them for a long time about stuff, which all seemed so tangible in my mind at the time, like I could never forget it. But alas now I do. We sat down around a small dinner table and just talked though. Until I had to go.

When I left I found myself wandering back to the open area where I witnessed the crack deal. Everything seeme to revolve around that rock in my dream. I walked behind a building and found a spot up a little incline that was flat and sheltered and layed myself into the wall while I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. When I slowly awoke from it I noticed an older lady sitting beside me non chalantly. I sat up and noticed she was smoking a glass pipe, but the way she was doing it, she had what seemed to be anohter pipe fitted over her right index finger (held the pipe in her left hand) but the index finger pipe acted more like a lighter, and she would cover the bowl with the tip of her finger pipe and would get a hit. She smiled and looked over at me and said, "ever try this stuff before?"

"No, I've never smoked crack before" I said

"Watch" she said as she took a hit, and then all of a sudden the veins in her left arm, holding the crack pipe, began to glow a super bright neon green and it carried along into her torso.

"Ugh, that's creepy" I said with disgust turning away, "You shouldn't smoke crack, it's bad for your health" I told her. She just laughed and agreed with me. But kept on smoking.

The next scene I remember I had found my way to a crack den, and I remember feeling a bit of fear. I had gone there to look for Maria, apparently that was the name of the girl who had casually sat down beside me on the cement rise. I have no idea if I went in there or not, but something tells me I did eventually.

I woke up shortly after, and when I fell back asleep I found myself in the Headshop once again. I went to the back room and found the owners there. I told them I needed to talk to them, about this dream I had. So we all sat around the table. But before I could tell them about this dream, they said they needed to tell me a story I should probably hear. It was about this black friend of theirs, who was apparently a race car driver, or a street racer, I'm not sure I wasn't paying attention to closely, I was in my own little world thinking about this dream I had, and writing something on this tray using word blocks, like Scrabble. Basically their friend had a crack addiction and ended up smoking it while he was racing and ended up crashing, and killing himself. I nodded and made like I understood what they were talking about. They then asked me to tell them about my dream, I was about to start when someone entered the shop, it was a little east indian kid (I think he was east indian), wearing glasses with short hair and he was fairly short himself. The couple looked towards the door, and one of them said "We'll be right with you (whateverhisnamewas)" and he took a comfortable seat on the couch. They both looked back towards me to listen to my dream.

I said "Well it's a really long dream, it feels like it had been going on forever." They both nodded "Go on" they said....

"It started in Japan..." I said, and then I was awake, instantly.

I remember arranging the Scrabble letters to something along the lines of "1 shuldn't Rule after 96" but I don't think that was it exactly. Something with the word Rule, after and the 6 was deffinitely there as well.

It's all pretty hazy, and it's really disturbing because I've never done anything like crack or anything, never dreamt about it before, never really talk about it either. It just seemed all relally fucked up

btw Caro, that dream must have been really wierd for you seeing your brother again like that. A happy ye sad moment. These semi-lucid dreams due to not smoking near as much dope as either of us have in our pasts are really strange, confusing, and sometimes disturbing. I was going to write this one into the Dreamery earlier but it just felt so huge in my head I was overwhelemed to even try and take it on. Next time I'll try to just start writing until my fingers snap off.

Have you ever heard of dreaming herbs? Calea zacatechichi. Apparently it's been used in Central America for centuries to induce tranquil sleeps with lucid states of dream. I've been thinking of ordering some online, try it out. Apparently it eases you into your dreams and allows complete fluidity throughout your body. Would probably be lots of fun.

Peace~

[Zen]

K here's me being faithful to the Dreamery... last night I remember two of the dreams I had, both kinda strange

Dream 1

We were drinking and dining at some fancy restauant. But when I got up to find the bathroom or something I realized we were actually in Efypt!! The structures, the people, the air, it was all Egyptian! I went back to the table and we all laughed about it and continued getting shitfaced. When we decided to go I noticed this pretty girl I know in real life, named Tess, sitting at the end of the hall way. She was dressed up as the nurse she had been for the Halloween rave a couple weeks ago. I think I talked to her but I can't remember exactly, when her mom walked in to the hall from the side room. She was a total Milf if I've ever seen one. I remember askin her if she could help me tie up my shoes because she was wearing this loose house coat showing off plenty of her bountiful cleavage. She jkust giggled and called me a "strange one". As she walked by I stood up and approached her and said "Next time here, I'm gonna know EVERYTHING about Egypt. I'll be like this" slamming my hand against a reffrigerator, "and a secret passage will open up just for us!" She laughed again and said "Egypt?" and walked under my arm and away. I remembered my friends were waiting outside so I left the restaurant and found myself on the front porch of the Lady's house. Deffinitely not Egypt though, it was the dead of winter, snow was everywhere.

That was the end of that dream~
Now for...

Dream 2

Apparently I was the star player for this girls soccer team, but it could have been a co-ed league because I remember seeing other guys playing as well but not too many. My friend ALien was the coach and was trying to get me to play a little practice game against another team that only took a 1/4 of the field. I only had my skate shoes androller blades, but the blades were in the van, so I said I could play without kleets. He said something like "no no you get your blades on and you can blade through the grass without kleets. A kid kicked towards our goal hit the post adn the ball went out rolling towards me, I passed it back and then realized it was our shot not his so I called him a fucker and got the ball to our plauer. Then my dream snapped. I was a prison inmate, wearting bright orange and I had a coffe mug llike tea cup. A voice came from nowhere, "Remember that dream you always have of being orange and holding a teacup? It's reality!" and I was shown to a solitary white room, where I started writing stuff in this book they provided me, but there was also some creature sleeping or incapacitated beside me in it's own small little room. For some reason it was something like a squid I think. I tried studying it but I guess they didn't like that and pulled me out of the room and drugged me. They sent me back to my cell where I believe I started dreaming again about the soccer team.

It was really quite twisted, and I'm constantly surprising myself how vividly I remember these dreams.

Peace~

[DaemonLee]

Okay, This is how the dream starts.

I'm female.(By Surgery) A waiter in a Las Vegas SCAM..

But something goes wrong, the Surgery that I had, isn't success.

I go back under the knife and one of the other Surgeons is looking at me then his partner. "Your Wife told me you were sick, you really shouldn't be working."

The scapel is gouged into my stomach area, blood comes out for a few seconds, but the Doctor covers it up, beginning to cut again, and not showing his partner his mistake.

The sounds of a heart Monitor seem more 'Active' now in my hearing.

The knife is still cutting and it's from chest-down. Finally, you hear that flatline, and I'm awake. Panting awake.


That's the freakiest dream this morning.

edit:// Btw, what both the doctors looked like, was...


One of them had a mild hair loss and the other had plushy hair.
Both in Scrubs.
One of them is wearing gloves.
The other is wearing a Magnifying headset...
You hear Beethoven's Fifth Symphony in the background.


It's like a Surgical show all over again! >.<!

[Zen]

whoa that would be a freaky nightmare, I must have been having dreams like that last week I kept waking up in cold sweats with a big start, like sitting up in my bed, and stuff, but I could never remember what it was about, I just know I was terrified.

Thanks for sharin that one Daemon

Peace~

[GodHand Kronix]

Dude, come on. Why the hell did you make me read that when I'm trippin this hard? That's harsh.

[Zen]

So I had this dream where:

I had to go for work, at my old job at the Husky Gas Station by Costco right beside the highway. So I tossed on my rollerblades and jetted on out there, but when I got to the parking lot I realized I hadn't brought my uniform with me or even shoes, just my street clothes and rollerblades. SO I panicked for a second and eventually found myself a payphone. I used the payphone to phone home, but right before I started to dial the number I realized that I didn't work there anymore! I had quit back in Septemeber for college. SO realizing this I rollerbladed up to the store. When I stepped inside however I was wearing sneakers once again. Outside the store had looked identical, but once I got inside the store was totally different. The overhanging smokes shelf that surrounded the till area was gone, the coffee had been moved to the back of the store where the pepsi and coke coolers had been. There was also a little coffee island in the middle of the store. So many other things had been moved around. I saw a familiar face, I knew her back since grade 8, we had gone to the same highschools, Chelsea her name was, but she had never worked at Husky before, things had deffinitely changed. Also I saw the old boss Fred, who came walking out with another older gent, I had no idea who he was, but later throughout the dream discovered he was giving the store a general review. I said Hi to Fred he said Hi back but wasn't too interested in me, more in the review guy.

I worked my way over to the slushie machines that had been moved back towards the stockroom, which had no door on it, stupid place for the slushie machines if you ask me. I guess I got myself a slushie... but I don't think I did... but somehow the blue slushie machine start turning and I was watching as the slushie was slowly making it's way to the dispenser, but I couldn't find any cups! THe closest thing I found to cups was a little plastic cup about the size of a shot glass, reminiscent of those NyQuil shot glasses I remember as a kid. I grabbed two of them from the dispenser and sttempted to stop the slushie from plopping onto the floor. The two shot cups filled up super fast and it kept coming and made a huge mess on the floor. Apparently this made the review guy angry and Chelsea came over to me and said I should leave, because he wanted me out of the store. I shouted to the guy "It was my fault I'm sorry I'll clean it up!" "No get out" he said. "I'll mop it up right now there's a mop right there!" I insisted. "No just get out!" he said.

I refused to leave and continued wandering the store trying to figure out what I wanted to eat or drink or whatever, all the more stressful with the piercing gaze of this review guy on the back of my neck. Eventually I think I found my item, bought it and left, and I can't remember anything after that.

Peace~

[idontno]

some times i think i can see myself from the outside like what i look like, like i dont know what perspective the dream is from, like i feel like im looking out of binoculars or something, like im watching a movie kind like i dunno i just can grasp what perspective im dreaming from

[Zen]

third person perspective, yeah that's usually how my dreams will go. Like I'm watching a movie, or my eyes are that of a camera lens floating around following and observing me.

Peace~

[Dr. Greenthumb]

lately my dreams have been in first person...this kind of confuses me because sometimes i can swear they're real

Well here's my latest strange dream: Im in my ex's room(mind you i havent seen or thought about this girl in a long time) suddenly something starts pounding the door. The door swings open and i shut it again then i hold the door while something is pounding on the other side. Agin it mangaes to swing the door open but this time it comes in. It's a vampire. old fashioned looking one, old guy with a really white face and fangs. This startled me and i woke up.

[Funk Doctor]

I just had the weirdest dream ever.

I was organizing beauty pageants with Tom Green, only in our pageant, the winner had to be both sexy, intelligent, and able to succesfully wield akimbo Uzi's

[Zen]

hahahahaha akimbo uzi's nice!

I just had a dream last night, have no idea what it was about, I shoulda wrote it down. All I remember was that it had Chong in it. hahaha He was actually playing as Leo from That 70's Show, but it was great haha there were smoke clouds in it too so you know it was good


And as for the vampire dream, perhaps you still have worries or concerns over the past relationship, or that it was draining a part of you like a vampire would suck your blood or something. I'm really bad at interpretting dreams but not so bad at dreaming them.


Peace~

[Caro]

The same dream.... he was alive again. This time in my dream I seemed to be re-living the week my family and I spent on the cruise ship. This time he was there. I can't remember much because this dream occured in the middle of my sleep around 5 in the morning. What I do remember are little snippets... happy scenes in which he was there. There was no or not much surprise this time that he was alive. I remember him walking with me on my little journey to find weed in Ensenada. I remember this part verywell - the sun shining, a metal fence behind him, a smile on his face, him and I talking. I also remember him at dinner - dressed up with the rest of us, taking his place at the table, eating, laughing. I remember him being there when I was smoking weed alone at night on the upper deck - this time we were smoking together, in the hottub, enjoying ourselves and running all over the ship trying to avoid dad. Even my dad was less onery in this dream - I remember him laughing and smiling too. Everything was happier when Danny was there... and as I woke up because I had to pee so bad, the sensation of crossing from sleep to wake also brought reality, and the reality is that my little brother is dead. I guess I am getting used to waking up and realizing that he isn't physically here anymore... but it didn't hurt as bad because he is alive and well in my dreams.

In my dreams, little brother, you and I are not separated. Thank you so much for coming to visit me more often - and letting me keep the memory when you do. I love seeing you alive again and spending time with you. I hope this means what I think it does - that you really were with us on the family vacation you should have been on.... that I was never really alone, you were there all along. I love you so much and I hope that heaven is as wonderful as it is in my dreams. See you soon Danny....

[Zen]

Peace~

[Zen]

Holy crap

Well...

The dream was carrying on before hand but it escapes my memory. I felt like trying basketball again, but for some reason instead of joining a normal bush league, I had joined the NBA or was drafted into the NBA! I don't remember who I was playing for or against, but I think we had a white uniform and were playing against a yellow team. It was hillarious because I would get open but fumble the basketball still b ecause this was the first time I had played basketball since early highschool. I don't even remember meeting thecoach or the other players. I can recall three seperate plays happening, but only remember two of them. One was a pass from behind my net to start the play and I fumbled it, and the other team got it but they didn't score. Another play was an interception between two yellows on my part and I rushed to the net, shot but the ball bounced off the backboard and into the arms ofa team mate who shot but it bounced again which we recovered and eventually scored with a swish haha. The third play alll I remember is shootiung theball and scoring the net. It was great.

After the game I was walking outside the stadium and there were two players infront of me from my team and a lady walking behind me whom I had seen standing behind our bench. I slowed down and turned to her saying "So you're the coach huih?" we talked about the game a bit, and for some reason how some players like to rape eachother and little boys in the changeroom . We walked and talked all the way to her van which she unlocked both doors and which is when I told her I could really use a ride home or a ride closer to home on the way to hers.

She agreed and we started driving. On the way the we stoped and pulled over after apassing an apartment building. We pulled over onto a desolate piece of uncared for lot. It had some shrubs and very ugly little trees with very little leaves on them. As we were sitting there, she said she would drop me off close to Seperstore because that's where my Mom was shopping that day *wierd for her to know yes* and as we were stting in her van I was looking around and there was a bloody Kangaroo hopping around. Upon observing the terrain more closely the coach and I noticed that there were infact THREE kangaroos hopping around, and there were also a couple hyenas walking around us too!

After a while, apparently the coach had phoned a parent of mine or something, my Dad and my Brother showed up out of no where. I hopped out of the car to greet them etc. Said bye to the coach. Someone, me or my dad had told my brother to kill one of the hyenas so we could eat something. Well in a random twist, the hyena appeared in a sardine can, and I was holding it! It had shrunken and was still alive. I told my brother he still ahd to kill it and handed him my pocket knife. He opened the blade and stabbed the thing, but he stabbed it in the sholder instead of the neck which just caused it to yelp in pain. So I showed him how he hadto slice it's neck, to kill it quickly. Eventually the head was almost detached from the body, I was thinking we could make a hyena skin glove out of him or something if we flayed it properly.

I think that's where I fluttered awake into conciousness, but there could have been more to the dream as well, that is just escaping me right now. Any analysis on this would prove very helpful heh. Thanks and

Peace~