REMLink #14: Ring the Bell April 7, 2008

4-7-08

Emotions: Royal, Confident, Calm

Imagine a gigantic sports stadium, like the Roman Parthenon, yet the middle is completely flooded and only stairs remain. I am a beautiful Queen with long brown hair and my kingdom, the stairs I’m standing on, are being invaded.

I stand near the top of the stairs and watch as four soldiers enter the water and approach my side of the ancient stadium. I don’t fear them because I have a plan: my powerful King is near and I only need to ring a massive bell to summon him.

To distract the approaching soldiers, I project a hologram of myself on the crumbled seats below and walk toward the water. My brother is with me, hiding behind some seats, and I tell him to make noises to coincide with my footsteps to fool the oncoming soldiers.

The plan seems to be working and I signal for the crisis bell to chime. But the sound doesn’t come and I slowly realize one of the soldiers physically stopped the bell from ringing.

“I’m going to die,” I say calmly to myself.

Dream Interpretation: No ideas here, I’ve never dreamed I was a woman before and all the other stuff… just really strange. I did have a dream a few nights ago with a similar setting where I was on the balcony of the bleachers of my old high school gymnasium and I was firing rifle shots at someone below.

REMLink #13: Longest Day Ever April 1, 2008

March 30, 2008

Emotions: love, excitement, confusion, sadness

 

I meet her at a party but I can’t see her face. She is a phantom person… a fragmented figure of this dream. After a conversation on the couch, we begin making out. I feel extremely attracted and enamored by the girl. When she leaves that night, I can’t stop thinking about her.

I’m in a car, looking out the window and swimming in the excitement of new love. I’m a little boy in the backseat and as I look out, a fantastic display of fireworks reflect my heightened enthusiasm.

Then, I see my friend Tim and I’m in some type of theater/church lobby. He tells me more about the girl and shows me a tape of her singing. As I watch the T.V. screen, my entire being’s sense of consciousness and purpose turns into an intense feeling of love for the girl.

I stumble through the aisles and seats meanwhile scanning the audience for her.

Now, I’m in another room, its small like a dorm room. She is there and I spew out my raw emotions.

“I know I’m sounding crazy but I am in love with you,” I remember saying.

I’m not sure what happened next but she is suddenly distant from me. She either physically leaves or didn’t like what I had to say but either way… I’m coming down.

Sadly, I walk through a room much like the lobby earlier and pick up a few Easter eggs. While opening the plastic eggs I realize I don’t know why the hell I’m hunting for the eggs.

“What is this, the longest day ever,” I ask right before I am awoken.

 

Dream interpretation: My fiancé is on a trip somewhere and I’ve been thinking of her a lot. Also last night, a friend of mine, not Tim, was making out on a couch with a girl he met at the party. The emotions in this dream were particularly strong.

REMLink #12: Big Kids March 17, 2008

3-17-08

Emotions: happy, scared, alarmed, confused, panic, embarrassed

 

A bunch of my friends are here and I’d like to throw a party. However, I’m in high school again and living with my parents. They are already at my house so I tell them we can hang out at the house for a couple of hours until my parents arrive.

After a while, the party grows and I see my parents coming in the front door. I see the shock on their faces and tell them, “Welcome to the party!”

They are not amused but then out of nowhere, an older woman grabs my mother by the hand and leads her to a more subdued, almost tea-party-social type of area. My mother sits at the table with the aristocratic-looking ladies.

I feel I’m set free for the evening and some friends and I go out on my stairwell to smoke marijuana. We set out on a very long set of rooftops and run to the farthest corner. As I catch up with the group, I realize they are panicking and running back. The police are chasing them.

I carefully my hide pipe under a stairwell and run back to the party. I’m yelling into the window that the cops are here and everyone sort of freezes. A cop suddenly grabs me and I’m being carried off. I see them chasing friends of mine. Then I see my fiancé with my baby and tell myself “Its not worth it,” referring to the drugs and partying.

Instead of being taken to a prison its like I’m in a classroom. I’m in a desk along with about fifty other students/prisoners and we are listening to the professor lecture about something.

Suddenly, the professor tells us that a student has something to say and she comes up to the front of the room. She starts some sort of sales pitch trying to sell us something and students from the class start to imitate her and harass her.

She tries to continue for a while but the whole class is laughing. She looks directly at me and I can’t help but have this huge grin on my face. I feel bad because she seems to be a friend from the party but I can’t hold back the smile. Finally, she gives up.

The professor shows us a movie and then it is lunchtime. The class goes ahead of me and I speak to the professor for a moment to try and get some answers about our situation. Then, I set out to find the cafeteria but I don’t know which way to go in the hall.

“Can you tell me which way the Big Kids went,” I ask a woman in the hall.

She points me to the left and soon I’m in the cafeteria with my friends/prisoners. I sit at the table with them and we discuss what we should do… we have court after lunch.

“I think protocol here is to plead guilty,” I say to the group.

They all look at me seriously and some even ask me if I’m sure. Then the professor, who is now Owen Wilson, sits down and talks to the group. He tells two friends that the police are interested in them about something and then he looks to me and tells me that the police want to know if I witnessed a friend who died.

It seems like we’re working out a plea deal if I don’t tell anyone about how the police accidentally killed someone while they were running from them. I pause and think to myself: I’m not going to do that. I think I’m going to prison and it will be bad but at least this whole ordeal will add some character to my life.

 

Dream Interpretation: Long one I know. Yes, I have been to many parties when I was younger where we did in fact escape from the police. I feel like this dream might have finally killed that party-part of me. “Its not worth it,” I told myself.

REMLink #10: Officer Down February 28, 2008

2-28-08

Emotions: reflective, confused and lost,  angry and upset, scared

            We have some type of delivery and an old deliveryman and I are in my bathroom going over the bill. We are using my fiancé’s credit card and I’m trying to figure out how much to tip. The deliveryman is telling me to calculate 25% and I sit down with a calculator to figure it out.

            I cannot work the calculator; you know how dreams go when you try to type something in a phone or computer. I’m struggling with the calculator and finally come up with some number: $84.21.

            The Deliveryman is very nice and is talking to us kindly. When he finally leaves, my fiancé says, “I love him,” and I realize that the man was just like her dad.

 

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            I’m with my parents and brother in a basement in some type of church. In the dream, I think it is a Unitarian Church. We all sit at a round table and my dad and brother are arguing about something and walk away.

            I tell my mom I’ll be right back and go to check on them. I find them arguing in a bathroom located under some stairs.

When I try to go back to the table, I am now walking out from the church and in to a big city. As I walk down the street toward where my mom’s car should be, I look back at the Cathedral-like decorations of the church.

I reach the end of the block and realize I must of gone the wrong way. I start walking back toward the church and can’t find my way at all. I turn a corner and think that the area looks a little rough.

Suddenly, people are running my way.

“Get inside the building,” one man yells to a couple of girls.

I hear gunshots and I know it must be a gang fight. I dive behind a building and hide around the corner of where the fighting must be. For some reason, I remember wearing a green shirt.

Then, I start using my phone like it’s a police scanner and I hear a couple of officers talking about an officer dying. They say he’s been in the squad for four years. Suddenly, I am emotional and shoot at the gang member striking him in the neck.

In this part, I see a profile view of the guy as the bullet hits his neck. Now, I am above him looking down at his face. In the bottom corner of my view, there is a row of five bullets like the screen of a videogame.

I red bullet goes in the villains left eye and now there are four bullets in the corner.

 

Dream Analysis: I was recently in an actual basement of a Unitarian Church. When I grew up, the church my family went to had a bathroom like that under some stairs. Even more gang fighting… I have no idea. I haven’t watched The Wire in weeks but I am certainly seeing some developing themes here.

REMLink #9: A Self-Created Wall February 23, 2008

2-23-08

Emotions: Being covert and sneaky, confusion, frustration, scared

I’m downtown and I’m rolling with some gang. I understand there is some type of power hierarchy with the guys around me but its also understood that I’m part of the gang. I don’t recognize anyone but we are about to pick up some money.

And then we suddenly have the money because about six of us start walking away from the scene and down a sidewalk. The guy with the money hands it to me and it feels like it must be about 4 or 5 thousand in bills. Now it is just me and him and no one else.

“Do something good with this money,” I tell him as I hand him back the money. I guess I mean for him to stop ‘gangbanging’ or whatever and change his life.

He walks away from me without saying anything and approaches an elevator. In this moment, it is like the walls around us are gone and I can simply see him, the ground, and the elevator. I can see the elevator coming up from a lower floor and the guy jumps on top of it while its coming up. Suddenly, he is crushed between the elevator and the ceiling.

I immediately tell people around to call an ambulance and I have the feeling he did it on purpose.

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Ghosts are around me, I know it. I’m in the daylight of the woods and I’m trying to get through to the other side. I was in a car but now I’m on foot pushing my grandma in a wheelchair. I keep stopping to clear debris from the path of her wheels and swerving to avoid holes.

After hurrying through the woods, we reach an empty room. Where there is supposed to be a door, a door I remember creating, someone has painted it over and there is only a wall. I turn to explain to my grandma that I have to destroy the wall.

She has turned into my fiance and I start to kiss her and hold her close. Suddenly, I remember that she is in fact my grandma and I try to pull away! She won’t let me and I struggle to escape.

Dream Analysis: I’ve been watching the HBO show The Wire a bit lately and I think that might explain the beginning of the dream. I’m definitely noticing a recurring theme of close friends dying around me. So far, they are no one I know but the dreams are a bit troubling. The rest of the dream is just another ‘run and escape’ type of dream.

REMLink #8: The Wrong Reasons February 22, 2008

2-21-08

Emotions: A very strange mix of emotions. When I awoke, I felt like this was a sad story that had actually happened before… like someone had lived this story.

In the deep of a jungle, I stand upon a ridge overlooking trees and a path. A fellow soldier shows me how he cleared a lot of foliage using some type of boomerang tool. We are in the jungle to clear new paths and execute any tribal people we come across.

Suddenly, a group of tribal people come up the path to our left. We stop them and a battle ensues. They have spears and blowguns but we have our own weapons. After the short battle, my captain and I are in charge of executing the prisoners.

One of the prisoners is an endearing man that smiles at me with such authenticity that a sense of humanity overwhelms my being. I’m having trouble coming to grips with the fact that I have to kill him. We sit to rest. I speak to my translator.

“Tell him that I like him,” I said to the translator. “Ask him how he wants to die.”

The translator says something to him and he looks at me appreciatively. Still smiling, he pulls out a clear orange pill that he’s had on him. He swallows the pill and bows to me.

The dream switches to where I am now on a boat in a vast ocean looking down at a volleyball game!? I instantly realize that this isn’t what I want to see and look around for the prisoner. I spot him not too far off on a floating dock/island (Same floating island as The Crawling Chicago) and he is laying on his back. I know that he is still alive.

I feel such a strong connection to him at this point that its like my friend is dying. I see my captain approaching from destroying other prisoners and I worry he’ll see the man I shed mercy on.

As if sensing my dilemma, the man suddenly leaps off the island into the ocean. The crashing waves cover him and I can only assume he’s killing himself by drowning. But just before he leaped into the water, I yelled over to him, “Goodbye.”

Dream Analysis: A dream that I have no basis for whatsoever. I am happy to share this story with whoever is reading.

REMLink #7: Plane Chasing February 21, 2008

2-20-08

Emotions: Frustration, Confusion

At a computer, I’m trying to print out my flight information but I can’t sign in correctly and nothing will work. I’m getting more and more angry but the computer won’t work and I am running out of time. My mother tries to help and I am yelling at her that I might as well give up because I’ll never make my flight.

Finally, I give up and just head to the airport. I meet up with the group of people I’m flying with in some type of gymnasium. I talk to the leader of our group who says its okay that I don’t have my flight info. and that we’ll work it out. Then, I remember that my brother was supposed to be on the same flight and he had also given up on making the flight. I try and call him.

My mother answers and says that he shouldn’t even try to make it; plus, he doesn’t even want to try.

Dream analysis: This is exactly why I’m writing this dream blog. A theme seems to be taking shape in my dreams with some type of activity with my brother. I currently live about 300 mi from him but we’ll see how this continues.

Also, when I awoke today, a guest at our house told me her husband was having flight troubles coming stateside from Dublin. In order to get on to his flight, he was forced to buy a ticket he would never use to return to Europe just because he had a one-way ticket.

REMLink #6: Two Quarters in the Snow February 19, 2008

Remlink #6

2-19-08

Emotions: None really.

Travelling through the snow in what seems like an abandoned city, I follow my brother and mother. After some walking in and out of skeletons of buildings, my brother and I go inside of a building that actually has people and life inside. We decide to play a very old arcade game. I approach the bar to ask the bartender for some quarters.

As I reach in my pocket, I realize I already have two quarters. I look back and see that my brother figured out how to start the game with out a quarter. I put one of the quarters in my pocket and the other into the arcade.

The game is one of those Street Fighter type of fighter games and we start to select our person. I had trouble figuring out who to select and as time ran out, I was suddenly cast as a character named something like: Boo, Oonuju… or something like this. I remember thinking it was the worst fighter in the game.

The game proceeds and my brother and I are fighting as the characters but the setting for the battle is the same as the start of the dream: outside in the snow-covered abandoned village. I remember being thrown through walls and into a lower floor at one point.

Dream Interpretation: Like always, I’m not sure about any of it. Of course my brother and I played many arcade games growing up but I don’t know what the desolate village meant.

RemLink #5: The Crawling Chicago February 15, 2008

2-15-08

Emotions: Surprise, Amazement

My fiance, her friend and I are walking through downtown Chicago at night. I know it is supposed to be cold but for some reason I’m wearing a T-Shirt. The three of us are trying to navigate and walk south but there is some confusion. We are at one of those intersections where like three roads meet and they don’t believe me which way is south. Pouring rain splashes on us but for some reason, the rain is very warm and keeps me from freezing. I can remember feeling cold if I stepped out of the rain.

Kalie, my fiance, tells me about why they had to get off the bus about somebody doing something strange to them. She shows me her newspaper and he’s written a nice little note on it for them. As we walk, I try explaining that he was probably harmless.

The rain is coming down really  hard and the three of us have a close call with an oncoming car as we dash across a street. As we get near the sidewalk on the other side, I see these three rodents/animals running into a sewer drain behind a couple of cars. After we are on the sidewalk, the street basically becomes a river. Everywhere is flooded except the sidewalks and buildings.

We try to trek onward but we come to a spot where we’ll have to leap over the water to a floating island. Just then, I see a rat the size of a manatee or at least the size of an alligator in the water below us. There are two of them. Suddenly, a guy nearby jumps in the water and starts wrestling the rat/gator.

“That’s the guy from the bus,” Kalie yells from the island.

I keep thinking he is going to be attacked but then he wrestles the rat onto the little island causing the floating piece of land to wobble and take on water. The rat actually looks like a giant otter or beaver and I’m surprised how calm it is acting. At the same time I’m worried about our safety, I think the situation is funny because the girls will totally flip out because of the giant rat.

The rat slips away from the guy and I leap onto the island as it starts taking on water.

Dream Interpretation: You know, I’m getting quite used to having no idea what my dreams mean. I’m in Chicago a lot but the rat part doesn’t make much sense. Or the warming rain. Or the flooding.

RemLink #4: My Legs are my Pants February 4, 2008

RemLink #4: My Legs are my Pants

2-4-08

11:00 a.m.

Emotions: Disgust, annoyed, dismayed, lost

 

My baby and I are in my apartment when I suddenly can not find him. Panicked but not worried, I look in every room of the house. Then I see Kalie, my fiancé, in the kitchen and she and another guy are cooking.

I ask her what’s going on and she says that she invited people over for a dinner party. Pretty soon, another guy and three girls step into the kitchen. I’m not wearing pants at this point so I run to my room to grab some.

I grab the pants and for some reason have to change in like a closet room near the kitchen. More people have arrived and as I sidestep by the group, I hold my pants in front of my legs.

The closet I go into is small, but small in height. It is a small rectangular box that must be 3 ft. tall X 7ft. wide and I know there are windows on the closet door. When I look down at the pants I’m about to put on… I realize that I’m actually about to put on the skin of my legs onto my bone and muscle.

I’m immediately repulsed at the act of doing this and as I slide into my own skin, it feels like I’m slipping my body into an empty carcass. I put my skin/pants on while laying down and can’t help but wonder what the people in the kitchen are thinking of this if they are watching.

Suddenly, I realize that there is another person in the closet with me. He is unfamiliar and doesn’t have a shirt on and I think he is poking his chest with a knife making his chest bleed. He starts crying to me about something his therapist said and I run out the door.

I look for Kalie and spot somebody doing something very odd with a wall hanging of ours. The man is drilling a hole in the painting and then when he flips the painting over is like an umbrella or snowflake cutout of part of the scene on the other side. Hmm.

Finally, I find Kalie and she is in bed asleep. I wake her and tell her that it is rude to invite people over and then go to bed. She gets out of bed.

I walk into what is supposed to be our living room and it is a full blown party now: almost a hundred people carrying on dozens of conversations, there is no room to walk. As I watch the party scene, I think that all of these people would be acting far more wild if I weren’t here.

 

Dream Interpretation: Well, my fiancé does have a lot of guests at our place. Nothing like in this dream but perhaps I’m not too keen on it. The skin pants, hmm… I don’t know but I really hated sliding those things on. It was indescribable being disgusted by your own skin. Oh, and I do need to hang some of our artwork on the walls since moving in this apartment so that might explain the drill part.