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.