Memorial Video

Last night I dreamt that the twin brother of one of my close friends died. My friend emailed me and asked if I would be willing to make a tribute video for his brother's memorial service. I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't respond, and this angered my friend. He then sent out a mass email to all of our friends, asking for someone who "really cared" about him and his brother to volunteer to make this video. I wanted to be there for my friend, but I was paralyzed from doing anything. And then I woke up.

House Guest

Last night I dreamt that I was visiting a girl that I loved who didn't love me back. I was staying in the guest room, and in the morning when she came to wake me up, she kissed me softly on the lips to wake me up. Waking up into this kiss, I kissed her back, and we exchanged kisses for a few moments. Then I tried to pull her into bed with me, and she drew away. "I cant," she said. "Why do you always have to ruin things like this?" she said. And she left.

And then I woke up.

Ruined Cake

Last night I dreamt I was to prepare a cake for a large party of my friends and colleagues. Except instead of making a delightful cake, I made one with the horrifying visage of a man. Realizing my mistake, I decided to smash the cake with my fists, deciding it was better to be seen by people as someone so incompetent that he could not even make a decent cake, rather being seen as a person who would make a cake with such frightening imagery. And then I woke up.

Death Before Dishonor

Last night I dreamt that I was in a military plane surrounded by my squadron. We were going to crash-land right in the heart of enemy territory, and we knew that we were instantly going to be captured and tortured for information. Rather than face that grim prospect, we decided to choose death. We had only one pistol remaining with ammunition, and there were not enough bullets for all of us. A very Michelle Rodriguez-type Marine volunteered to be the one survivor.

We passed the gun around, each person taking it out of the hands of the person who had just used it. As I picked up the gun, I noted how small the hole in the barrel looked. I pressed the barrel to my chin and pulled the trigger. I felt the bullet travel up through my head and into my brain and then...there was nothing. Except it wasn't really nothing, because I was thinking, "There is nothing." "Is this what death is?" I thought. Then I realized: "No, it's not. Because this is a dream." And then I woke up.

Hope Falls Hard

Thursday, July 8th, 2010

Last night I dreamt that a family forced me to go hang gliding. I was terrified, and I told them I did not have the upper body strength to hang on to the hang glider. The parents ignored me and shoved me out into the air along with themselves and their son. I kept protesting that I could not hang on, until that I saw that neither could the son. He fell from his hang glider and started to plummet to Earth. The parents casually banked their own hang gliders, confident that they could catch their son before he hit the ground.

But they couldn't.

I landed and watched the inconsolable parents as they cradled the body of their son. And then I woke up.

Sane Man in a Crazy World

Wednesday, July 7th, 2010

Last night I dreamt that I was placed in a crooked insane asylum. I wasn't crazy, and neither were most of the other people who were trapped there. The sadistic doctors started torturing and killing the patients, and I knew it was only a matter of time before the same thing happened to me. After struggling fruitlessly to find a door or window that wasn't firmly locked, I finally found an unlocked door that led into the parking lot of my childhood church. As I walked out the door, my sister called me and I answered on the tiniest cell phone I had ever seen. I told her I was scared, and that I needed help, but that I thought everything would be okay. And then I took off.

I was running, faster and farther than I've ever been able to run. I knew they were after me, and that I had to get help. I finally found a police officer, and breathlessly, I explained the situation to him. As I was telling him about the torture and murder I had witnessed, I saw in the officer's eyes and I knew: my story sounded crazy, and the first thing he was going to do was take me back to the insane asylum. So I knew if I was going to get away, I was going to have to kill this cop.

And then I woke up.