Blue Omega Tattoo

9/23/2010

The other night I dreamt about my wife. It's actually very rare for me to dream about my wife. I guess because my dreams came true when I met her.

In this dream my wife got a tattoo on her back between her shoulders of a pale blue symbol for the Greek letter Omega. I don't know if it was because of the tattoo or she got one because she had to but either way in the dream she was made a Blue Lantern.

For those of you who don't follow comics the Blue Lanterns are pacifist versions of the Green Lanterns.

My wife chose not to wear the Blue Lantern costume though. In real life she doesn't do costumes.

So after seeing the glowing blue ring on her finger and her new tattoo I knew what I had to do. I went to the same tattoo parlor that she did and had the Green Lantern symbol tattooed across my back and much larger that her tattoo.

The tattoo parlor had a mirror that I could look directly in and see my back and the tattoo was perfect. Unfortunately I woke up before I could get my Green Lantern ring.

If I ever were to get a Green Lantern power ring in my dreams and have and look and function the way it does in the comics I would never want to wake up.

Lost Love in Philadelphia

9/15/2010

I had another Lost Love dream again last night. I seriously don't know what is up with that. I wonder if my writing about it is perpetuating the dreams.

Anyway in the dream LL and myself were once again our younger selves from back in the day. We were in Philadelphia which is a city I do have some familiarity with. We were at a public pool but it didn't seem like a typical city pool as the surroundings were almost rural in nature.

It wasn't pool weather as we were both wearing coats. She kept asking me to hold on to her cigarettes because her mom didn't like her smoking. I remember the brand was Marlboro Lights which is a brand I haven't smoked in years. The smoking was weird because she never smoked the entire time that I knew her.

I don't miss her in the romantic sense. I don't spend my days longing to see her again. I just find it bizarre that I would start dreaming about her after 15 years.

Dream: Mom's Dead

9/13/2010

The night after the Night of Many Dreams I had a dream that my mom had passed away...sort of.

In the dream my brother called me and told me that she had died. I felt bad but not for my mom. I felt worse for my brother since he lived with her and would have to take care of all the necessary arrangements because I am clueless when it comes to things like that. However dreams being what they are there was a strange twist.

After being told that my mom was dead I went to her house and she was very much alive. There was no explanation to it and I just accepted it.

Then my brother tells me that he's driving mom someplace and asked me if I wanted to go with them. I said no but then my brother asked me again through gritted teeth like I didn't have a choice. Then I woke up.

This dream disturbed me for a couple of reasons. The first is that my mother is currently going through radiation treatment for cancer so her death is a possibility. The second is I don't want my mother to die even though death is always inevitable. I've known that since I've been old enough to know what death is and in my family that was really young. The last thing is that ever since my dad died I've been having dreams about him being alive. I'm not looking forward to the day when I start having dreams about my zombie parents.

The Night of Many Dreams IV

In the last dream I was driving a motorcycle which is weird because I've never driven one in real life. While driving I was forced to drive through fenced off areas that were crawling with killers and psychos all wanting to do me harm.

At one point a married woman jumped on the back of my bike hoping I would help her escape.

We reached the end of the fenced off area and I tried to escape by turning the bike sideways hoping it would break through the chain link fencing and leave a hole big enough for us to escape. The bike did create a big enough hole however I had misjudged my plan. I was able to roll through the hole safely however my passenger had no such luck.

While trying to roll through the hold her face was impaled on a jagged piece of metal that impaled her right abover her lip. She was killed instantly and her husband swore revenge against me.

When I woke up I felt kind of lightheaded and weak and kind of freaked out from the dreams. Enough so that I did not feel like partaking in any of my usual weekend activities.

The night of many dreams III

9/12/2010

Before the next dream got underway there was a brief interlude where I was having a dream orgy where I was the only man involved. I was conscious to the fact that this was a dream. Something that used to happen frequently but hasn't happened in some time.

In the next dream I was back in my home state adorned in what I like to call my detective outfit, a long black trench coat and a shirt and tie. I was also wearing a pair of black gloves that had white stitching.

I was in my car sitting in the passenger seat. In the car were 3 other men dressed similarly. I forget the purpose of our journey but in part of the dream we had to drive into the territory of illegal narcotics manufacturers and had to leave quickly by using some Hollywood style stunt driving.

Afterward the driver and myself got into an argument about who controls the car radio. He claimed he did since he was driving but I said I did because it was my car.

We reached our destination which was some kind of committee meeting. We seemed to look for approval and direction from said committee. I was critiqued on my style of dress by the committee and they approved and were especially fond of the gloves. They also told me that I had every right to punch the driver in the face over control of the radio since it was my car.

The night of many dreams II

9/12/2010

The next dream was about my wife.

In the dream she was committed to an asylum and it was a wrongful committal. However in the dream she did not fight it for some reason. She was taken away handcuffed in a large motorboat. Apparently that was the only way to reach the asylum.

I swore I would get her out and all those who put her in there would pay. I did not get far in my quest for justice however. I embarked on my task by getting into my car but while driving I got a call from my father in law. It seems he found a college ring in my house and wanted to know if he could keep it. I had him describe it to me and after the description I told him that it belonged to my brother in law and would have to ask him for permission to keep it.

Then that part of the dream ended.

The night of many dreams

9/12/2010

This past Friday into Saturday I was awake for 28 hours straight after having only slept the night before for 3 hours. This was done partially by choice and partially not. When I finally went to sleep I slept on and off for 14 hours being in the waking world only an hour or so.

I haven't dreamt since last weekend but in this 14 hour span it seems like I made up for lost time. It felt like I dreamed for the entire 14 hours.

The first dream was about my 'Lost Love' again. I have a theory as to why I've been dreaming about her lately but that will have to wait for another time. In the dream we were in a large airport trying to get from Dallas, Texas to where I live now which is strange considering I don't think LL has ever been here.

The airport was a large maze-like complex and we found it difficult getting to our flight. The difficulty of our journey not only led to us ending up outside of the airport but we were miles away from where we needed to be. Luckily we found ourselves near LL's car. We did not know our way around the city and kept trying to get back to the airport. LL was a horrible driver and I had her pull over so I could drive. It turns out that the reason her driving was so horrible was because the car did not have functioning brakes. The last thing I remember about this dream was that the car was going down a San Francisco type hill. We were not in imminent danger even though I was having trouble bringing the car to a stop.

Then the first dream ended.

Dreaming the future

Have you ever had a dream that foretold the future? I did sort of about 20 years ago.

At the time I was ill with a strep throat and I was running a fever. That night before I went to sleep I watched an episode of Star Trek: Deep Space 9. In that episode it showed Commander Sisko watching his wife die while being covered in rubble after an attack by the Borg. That night I had a dream where a large structure exploded and fell trapping people in the rubble.

The next day I was so sick with fever that I couldn't even drive myself and had my then-girlfriend drive me to the doctor's office. In the waiting room they had a local news station playing on the radio and they just reported a story that the a bombing attempt had been made on the World Trade Center. At that time I remembered my dream from the night before and in my fever-addled state I thought that I had something to do with it almost like I was responsible for it.

Luckily my girlfriend at the time was strong enough to restrain me.

Dreaming of black Green Lanterns

Have you ever dreamt that you're a super hero? Not one that your mind created but a specific one like Spider-Man? I have. Lots of times.

The earliest one that I remember is that I was Superman flying with Supergirl over the beach near my childhood home. This was awesome considering I was 8 at the time.

One that I remember when I was more of an adult was that I was Wolverine but my claws were invisible. I was able to use them to cut up an alien ray gun. The other weird thing about that was that the ray gun had a barrel like a cartoony musket. Kind of like the aliens were stuck in the 17th century except with lasers.

The one super hero I dream about being the most is Green Lantern. I guess I'm attracted to being able to zip through space with a ring of almost unlimited power. When I don't dream of myself being a Green Lantern I dream that I am a particular one. However it's not Hal Jordan or Guy Gardner and definitely not that lame ass Kyle Rainer. For some reason I occasionally dream that I'm the John Stewart GL (pictured). In case you're wondering I'm not black. I could tell I was John Stewart because in the dream I looked in the mirror and the face of John Stewart was staring back at me. And since there was a mirror in front of me I just had to aim the ring at the mirror. The beam hit the mirror but instead of bouncing off and hitting the ceiling the beam came back directly at the ring and turned both the beam and the ring into lead or iron. Only I could break a Green Lantern ring.

All this took place years before John Stewart was featured on the Justice League cartoon.

Even to this day I recite the Green Lantern oath when I put on my wedding ring.

Y2Dream

I used to be a huge pro wrestling fan up until about a year ago. I used to often dream about being a pro wrestler.

In one of the better dreams I was involved in a ladder match with Chris Jericho. I don't remember the end of the match or who won but in the midst of the match one of the aluminum ladders became bent but was still flexible. I was able to use it as a kind of springboard and launched myself at Jericho connecting with a kind of flying kick.

However in most of my wrestling dreams I'm a lowly jobber just trying to get some ring time. Usually I only have 2 or 3 matches under my belt. It almost feels like I was a promising young performer but somewhere along the line I turned into a bust and I've been trying to prove myself ever since.

1st Dream: Evil Ernie

Do you remember your first dream? Not your first dream ever but the firs one you remember having. I remember mine like it just happened yesterday.

I was at least 4 years old as we had just moved into our new house. In the dream I was riding my dad's 70s green 10-speed bike. This was unusual because the bike was too big for me and I was still on training wheels.

Anyway I was riding the bike in a small empty store. There was a doorway but no door and a large storefront window. The empty store was in the location of a small general store in the town I grew up in. This was long before the advent of big chain convenience stores.

So while riding my dad's bike in the empty store at night I fell off the bike but I didn't hurt myself. The reason I didn't hurt myself was because the floor was covered with the disembodied heads of Ernie from Sesame Street and they were not happy. But even then I knew they were just puppets made of felt because they didn't actually hurt me even though their toothless felt maws kept snapping at me.

Return of the Lost Love

9/7/2010

I dreamt about my "Lost Love" again. I don't know what's up with that lately.

Anyway the dream took place "back in the day". We were basically back in our late teens/early 20s. In this alternate history we were finally able to get together romantically and in this scenario we were on the verge of consummating the relationship.

In our little circle this would have been considered a big deal since she had a reputation of being so virginal. She was the antithesis of a slut. But back to the dream.

It took place in my bedroom of the house that I grew up in which is historically accurate for the time period. She was laying in my bed fully clothed. I was just getting ready to undress her. This was going to the culmination of a years long desire. It felt like Christmas, my birthday and a Bar Mitzvah rolled into one and she was the ultimate present for me to unwrap. Even though the big moment was only mere seconds away I kept imagining what she would look like undressed in my bed.

Then like a bad sitcom things kept happening to keep me from her. I couldn't remember what exactly was interrupting us but something kept happening over and over again to keep us apart.

She was being so patient and understanding but just like in real life the moment never came as I woke up.

Again, I take no stock in these dreams. They are nothing more than a nice diversion. I'm sure right now she's happy and comfortable in her own life. I wouldn't mind saying hi but that would be pretty much it.

Lost Love

(I can't always make these posts when they happen. I've been writing them down in a book and dating them so I will now be dating the posts so you'll know when they're written)

8/30/2010

Over the weekend I had a dream about a lost love. I haven't seen her in over 15 years. We used to work together but we could never seem to be single at the same time. When I first approached her she wanted nothing to do with me so I moved on and dated someone else.

While I was dating this other girl word got out that LL was attracted to me. Unfortunately there was nothing I could do about it at the time except get drunk but that's another story.

A few years later I was single but she wasn't. This went on for close to a decade back and forth.

The reason I was so attracted to her was because she was so innocent and naive and I wanted to be her protector. I wasn't so experienced myself so finding someone less experienced than me was rare. I thought I could mold and shape her into the perfect girlfriend.

I don't know how well that would have worked since we never got together and actually it's a good thing we didn't. I would have broken her heart and I probably couldn't live with myself if I did. I feel bad enough about some of the hearts I've broken. That's not a boast, more like an act of contrition.

I was not mentally well back then. I suffered from severe depression up until about a few years ago. Back then I was selfish and stupid and probably would have done something rash to alienate her.

On the day I finally left that job I badly wanted a goodbye kiss from her because I had a feeling it was going to be the last time I would ever see her. As usual with our unusual relationship it was not to be.

My most recent ex, who also worked there, also followed me out to the car. So if I kissed the girl I wanted to it would have been extremely awkward. If not for that I probably would have gotten that kiss. But after almost a decade my last advance would also be denied. And that really was the last time I ever saw her. Shortly after that I moved away to start a new life and I never heard from her again. Not even in this day of Facebook.

Do I regret how things turned out? Not really. Now that my mind is mostly uncluttered from depression I know now how sick I was back then and how badly I would have hurt her.

Also sometimes the reality is a let down and its better to sustain the fantasy.

Can't stay awake

My body is betraying me. Not in the 'I'm getting older' kind of way. More like in the 'I hate you and I'm going to get you fired' kind of way.

The other day at work they addressed us about our work performance and it was mentioned that some people had been noticed nodding off during training. By 'some people' I know they were talking about me.

It's a problem I've had since I was in high school. If I am not busy with work and sitting idle my body will try to shut down and go to sleep no matter where I am and no amount of caffeine can fix that.

One night I got a really good night's sleep, got to work in plenty of time and the fear of God instilled in me about nodding off. Yet none of that convinced my body to stay conscious.

I had a large Coke from a fast food joint that I stopped at on the way in to work. Then after I got to work I had a 16 oz. Pepsi, a 12 oz. Diet coke, a 12 oz. Mountain Dew and a bag of cookies. Yet my eyes still want to close. My spine keeps forcing me to put my head on my desk. My muscles still ache with fatigue.

If I were to lose my job over sleeping it would be the end of me.

We can only dance

I imagined I heard a song today. How is that possible you may ask? I don't know but the company I work for does not allow music to be played. Yet I could have sworn that I heard the distinct sound of bongo drums being played at a slow but steady beat.

In front of those drums were a trio of male singers, Latin in style, who only sang the repeating chorus of "We can only dance". They would repeat only those four words. One refrain higher in tone than one lower.

Then I heard a fourth voice who must have been the lead. He sang the same four words but not like the other three. Instead of being percussive like the other singers he sang more melodiously and and would drag out the word 'dance' longer. In the time it took the back up singers to sing it three times he would sing it only once.

There was also a Spanish guitar and a bongo solo that matched the notes of the lead singer.

So I was either hallucinating due to the lack of sleep I've been having or I have a brain tumor.

8 Hours after I write this down by hand I had completely forgotten how the melody went.

The Knowledge

In one of my past lives I considered myself somewhat of a poet. And by past life I mean this one just many years ago. Anyway, one of the subjects I wrote about were my dreams. Here is one from 1999 called The Knowledge.

Beware the force known as The Knowledge
It's coming for you to get to me
I'll protect you with this disc
That expands to enclose you
While the gun enlarges as its loaded

What happened in this dream was I was being chased by a black and formless entity known as The Knowledge. To protect those I loved I had this disc that when placed under them would expand and encircle them to protect them. To fight The Knowledge I had a gun that loaded kind of like a shotgun. Each time I placed a new shell in it the gun got bigger. Then I woke up.

The Lecture, The Roller Coaster and The Car

I've had 3 dreams since my last post so let's catch up.

In the first one I was having sex but I didn't want to have sex because it was during some kind of lecture and I didn't want to get caught. A new twist on the old standby of being naked at school I guess.

In the second dream I was using a computer program that designed roller coasters. Kind of like those design your own theme park games but not as advanced. For some reason my brother kept looking over my shoulder.

Lastly I dreamed that I was driving a car all around the country. The car could be folded up so small that it could  be put in my pocket. At one point I was driving the car but I was incapable of opening my eyes while the car was in motion. Luckily there were no crashes. Also the car and myself had the ability to shrink so I could escape from any situation undetected. On my cross country tip I was giving away free t-shirts to anybody who helped me although I don't know what the t-shirts said. I do remember they were white with red and black lettering. Eventually I had to give the car back to the company or agency that developed it but in return I was given a wheelchair that could traverse any ground and I could do some awesome tricks with it even though I did not need a wheelchair.

Old Oven

Last I dreamt but it was very fragmented. The one thing that sticks out about the dream was that I was in my childhood bedroom but as an adult. In the closet was an old style gas oven. Circa the 1970's I would say. Something was being cooked in it but I don't know what. It was hot and the clothes in my closet kept falling on it and I was worried about everything catching fire.

There was also a part of the dream where I was driving a school bus but I don't remember much about that part of it.

Grade School

Last night I had a dream that I was back in grade school. It was modern times but I was grade school age. I was in the school bathroom urinating for what seemed like forever. A teacher even came in to make sure I wasn't just screwing around. After I finished urinating I looked down and the tip of my penis was in the urinal. However that didn't seem to bother me. I guess it grows back.

After I was done I was able to use my 'super power' that is recurring in my dream. It's a pretty poor super power too. In my dreams I have the ability to skate across any surface no matter what the surface or what kind of footwear I'm wearing.

Anyway I skated to the main office where they said they were not going to entrust me with a device that could possibly shut down the entire school system even though in the dream I was the resident kid genius. Then I woke up.

Dio: Evil Eyes

No dream last night that I recall. However today I bring to you the one man who in my opinion was the most talented in bringing dreams to life, Ronnie James Dio.

The song Evil Eyes I thought had great dream-like lyrics.

The Divorce

Last night I dreamed that my parents got divorced. The reason this is strange is because in the waking world my parents were strict Catholics and never divorced and my dad passed away some time ago. I frequently have dreams where my dad is still alive since he passed away. I don't know why because it's not like I have a longing for my dad to return or anything.

Anyway in the dream my parents were divorced. My mom got a beautiful new house out of the deal and it was only one street over from the house I grew up in. My dad on the other hand was still living in the house I grew up in. The only problem with that was that the house had become old and was falling apart. My dad desperately tried to keep the house in good shape but he just couldn't keep up with it. I kept urging my dad to sell the house and cut his losses but being as stubborn as he was he refused to sell the house in case he got back together with my mom.

I don't know what the dream meant. Then again I don't go looking for meanings in dreams. Dreams are just that, dreams. Most times they have no meaning and are meant just to be enjoyed or experienced.

It begins...

Back in the late 80s/early 90s I collected comic books. There were two comic books that were must haves in my collection. The first one was The Question because of its gritty urban crime drama mixed with Zen Buddhism. The other, as I'm sure you've surmised by now, was Neil Gaiman's The Sandman. I've always had a fascination with dreams so this choice was a no brainer.

I've recently had the pleasure of re-reading the complete collections of both series. Unfortunately The Question did not hold up over time however The Sandman has not only aged remarkably but being 20 years older than the last time I read it was even better than the first time.

I've always been kicking around the idea of starting a blog about my dreams. With this new inspiration I have finally decided to put this plan into motion.

Not only will this blog be a frank discussion of my dreams but it will also have other dream related material as well as we don't always remember our dreams every morning.