Similar to many other dream house dreams, this particular house was equally huge – my latest count was upwards of six floors that seemed to keep growing and growing with each subsequent exploration up and down the maze of staircases that began off the main foyer. Throughout the course of my dream, I discovered the following:
- an incredible main living room with a 15+ foot Christmas tree and a giant wall that would be perfect for a flatscreen TV
- multiple master bedrooms, to the point where it became difficult to determine which one was actually supposed to be ours
- an awesomely secluded forest-view that was highlighted by the fun fact that it also overlooked a waterfall!
- an indoor garage/workshop space in the basement – not for cars, but tons of tools, etc…
- a great space on the other side of the basement to setup as a playroom, complete with a ball pit!
- a home office, which admittedly was one of the least glamorous rooms because it was stuck in a corner of the basement like a dungeon
- a neat grouping of kid bedrooms that all fed off a smaller living space perfect for video games, teenage lounging, etc…
- a freaking sauna!
- an exercise room … which was kind of weird in that the sauna had signs saying both rooms couldn’t be used at the same time (???)
- so many stairs that I lost count of how many gates we were going to have to buy to contain Christopher!
The only downside was that towards the end of the dream, it bounced from having purchased / going to purchase / going to rent, with the renting scenario getting even uglier when it was rumored that this particular house was owned by our horrible landlord that ultimately led us to leaving to buy our first home. Mind you, he never actually made an appearance in the dream – thank god – but the rumor didn’t bode well nonetheless!
The dream started with having bought and deciding where to put things and ended with stepping to the side as another couple appeared to tour the same house in some bizarre, reality show fashion. And she was laying it on real thick for the cameras, too, which was weird because she had these super strange nipple piercings that were clearly visible to the world and I couldn’t imagine how they could show that on television… 😕
Unfortunately I woke up before learning whether or not we actually got the place, which is too bad because strangely I think that sauna was the most appealing room to me of all.
It started off as a random vacation to an exotic place … Africa, I think.
We had spent the day out viewing wildlife in the desert or something, and were on our way back to the resort where we were staying. The resort itself was isolated from the rest of the country with armed guards and a large, intimidating entry point, which for the time being we all thought was a good thing.
Back inside, I had wanted to try and upload a few pictures of the lions and other scenery that I’d just seen, but instead we found ourselves wandering around this area where everything was made out of Legos – from the trees to the benches, everything – yet something didn’t feel quite right.
It was when I took a closer look and noticed that they weren’t actually Legos, but some weird knock-off that I decided to do a little digging…
Wandering away from the group, I entered one of the buildings and quickly deduced that I wasn’t supposed to be there because it was filled with very nondescript hallways and secret passages. As I made my way deeper into the complex, I overheard some of our guides talking about our group and mentioning that “it was about time to turn us” … and a couple of rooms later I discovered what that actually meant when I walked in on another group of visitors being turned into toys.
Some were life-sized versions of themselves, but in toy-form, while others started at that point and then were quickly broken down into bricks to be used for building the mock Legoland that we’d previously been exploring.
At that point I ran and eventually found my way back to the others to try and warn them, but at the same time we were being led into another area where the transformation was to take place. I was able to break away with a couple of my closer friends, though we were heavily pursued as I ran through the secret hallways that connected the toy areas until one guy finally discovered this strange, artificial land that looked like it might be able to transport us out of there and back home.
This new area was kind of like an interactive encyclopedia, and pulling up a random area we disappeared from the complex and went deeper into the program, though later he explained that we’d never really left and were just hidden from discovery the whole time we were gone. Eventually the program itself slipped apart – we thought we had been discovered, but instead we were back at the very entrance to the resort and at that point we’d thought we could make a clean getaway…
The way we’d originally gotten into this trip was by winning a prize, however this was where we learned that winning wasn’t exactly the right word to describe it. Up on a giant, digital board were dozens of names – ours included, but also some very famous ones – and we watched as it began to spin to calculate who would be the next to win trips to the resort.
At first we thought we were in the clear because all of these other names had filled the list instead of ours, yet what we didn’t realize was that the wealthy people were able to buy special favors to swap their own names out with other people’s and so one by one we then watched them subsequently disappear back off of the list as they got replaced once again with our own.
Realizing that the system knew we’d escaped and that someone would soon be coming for us, the two of us that were on the list tried to run again and quickly got split up. I was about to run back into Toyland to evade my pursuers when he suddenly reappeared, though something didn’t seem right. It was then that he slipped and crashed to the floor in a pile of bricks – whether they’d sent a toy clone of him after me or they’d actually gotten to him already and changed him, I wasn’t sure.
The dream ended with me changing myself into a box of cereal to escape, with pieces flying everywhere that I knew they’d never be able to collect all of to reassemble me…
It started off like just some sort of adult space camp, if you will – a group of about nine of us got to go up for two launches, we’d fly around in space for a bit, and then come back down … no biggie.
I was surprisingly comfortable with the whole excursion, presumably because a lot of the adventure simply consisted of sleep – we’d takeoff from Earth, fly around a bit once we settled in orbit, and then the next bit was somewhat of a blur as we’d fall asleep for a while and then wake up ready to come back home. One time before this part happened, I recall being slightly concerned about not waking up and how dangerous what we were doing really was, but soon I was out and that was that…
It wasn’t until our group got called back for another run that I learned that something was up.
It turned out that the world was in peril of … something … and we had been tasked to do … something … in order to save the world. There were still nine of us total, each with a particular reason why we had been chosen that wasn’t shared with the others.
When it was finally time for us to go, I accidentally stalled the rest of the group because I wanted a glass of orange juice – which the rest had been enjoying before boarding – but there weren’t anymore clean glasses, which was apparently really important because we had all been sterilized to go out into space, so there was a good bit of scrambling trying to find me a clean glass so that we could go. At one point the captain stood at the door to the spacecraft and shouted, “I’ll go buy him one my goddamn self!” and shortly thereafter, I had my glass and was good to go… 😕
The “sleeping” that we had endured in our previous trials was actually a test to make sure that we could survive the hypersleep required to get us to the alien world which we were traveling to – they didn’t tell us how far away it was, which I figured is never a good sign if they won’t even tell you.
By the time we awoke much, much later, we were quickly being deployed to a planet that looked remarkably like ours … because it was ours, only several hundred years in the past.
Strangely there was nobody to be found as we toured abandoned structures that looked a lot like modern shopping malls that we know today. They were a bizarre mix of modern and thick jungle, and eventually we stumbled upon this puzzle that we identified as what we had traveled all that way to solve. Nothing seemed to make much sense as we moved pieces around and placed different objects on the small altar made of stone, until one of our group was able to playback this weird, 3D rendering from the past that depicted another group like ours trying to solve the same puzzle.
What was different was that this group was very much alien, and each time that they failed, a giant ship would appear in the sky and scoop them all back up just before the world went dark, almost as if these visitors were also trying to save the world and were being evacuated just prior to the destruction setting in…
We hadn’t really thought about how we were all getting back home up until that point.
It was in watching these aliens work that we realized somehow we were off a year in when we had landed to solve the puzzle, and somehow we were able to hop back in time to find that now our offerings on the altar were at least getting a response out of the puzzle whereas before it had just remained silent.
We tried placing a couple of random things we found lying around like rocks and sticks, treating it as if it was some sort of attenuator that just needed a certain weight to trigger what it was looking for. Inexplicably, I had been carrying with me this strange, black anamorphic goo that seemed to react badly to anyone but myself – I tried placing it on the altar, but whenever I tried to back away, it turned into this really nasty bug/scorpion-thing and tried to attack anything near it, so we eventually gave up on that idea.
As everyone split up to scour the mall for items to try in the altar, I found myself in this Disney store that featured all sorts of statuettes from the movies, which didn’t really fit with the times but I wasn’t questioning in this bizarre world at that point. We all came back with armloads of things to try, all of which failed as the clock ticked closer and we kept trying to watch the 3D alien playback for more clues.
It wasn’t until I noticed something that no one else had in the video that I had a sinking feeling of how the puzzle was to be solved.
It was an altar, and altars require a sacrifice.
Somehow it wanted the strange, black goo that I carried with me, but with it only favoring me, I was going to have to stay behind to keep in under control in order for the puzzle to complete.
The dream faded out on this unexpected notion that whether the rest of the group with me could make it back themselves or not, I was going to have to stay behind to save whatever was left of my friends and family back home on modern day Earth.
It started with a plane crash that should’ve killed me, but didn’t.
I was on a work trip when the passenger jet that we were flying basically started falling apart, and the next thing I knew we were looking out the side of the plane that was no longer plane as the ground around us was rapidly approaching.
I have no idea how I survived, but a lot of people actually did. We were all sitting around the wreckage of this jumbo jet trying to make sense of it when I noticed that my phone was still intact and I was receiving frantic messages from a co-worker about what had happened. The news was talking about a plane being shot down over Afghanistan and how there were no survivors, even though it had literally just happened … after piecing a few things together quickly on the phone, I told her that they couldn’t tell anyone that we’d survived and turned my phone to silent before we started to run…
The group was already much smaller as we found ourselves hiding in the middle of a war torn city, suddenly painfully aware that we’d crashed in pretty much the worst possible place ever as we saw men carrying machine guns walking the streets nearby, though so far it didn’t seem that they were aware of our presence … yet. At the moment at least we were more or less invisible amid this chaos, whereas we knew that if they realized there were survivors we would quickly become the hunted.
Sneaking from building to building without much direction, it didn’t take long for one of our members to slip up and attract the attention that put us running for our lives, our numbers quickly dwindling as the gunfire gradually picked off our stragglers who we didn’t even have time to look back and acknowledge as we fled. Eventually I ended up alone, darting between houses in an almost suburban setting as I felt the chase somewhat slowing behind me until I was able to hide in a farmer’s field while I could overhear the soldiers wandering around nearby, but thankfully without a clue that one of their prospects was laying among the tall crops so close nearby.
It was in that field that I stayed for nearly a week, slowly inching my way further from the man’s house whenever the quiet encouraged me to move forward, sustaining myself on whatever I could find nearby on the ground that was mostly disgusting – a few of the crops that surrounded me, but also some bugs and even dirt. I hadn’t used my phone in days after turning it off upon overhearing one soldier commenting that they’d been tracking us via GPS, and I knew it just wasn’t worth the risk when already they were so close on the roads that bordered the fields that kept me hidden.
I finally had to make haste once again when it was the farmer itself who caught sight of me during his daily chores and quickly alerted the nearby soldiers – only a couple this time – who pursued me on foot as I proceeded to steal his car in return and take off back into the city that I’d just spent so much time trying to escape.
I had no idea what I was doing or where I was going – all I knew was that I had to get away.
If you found yourself non-consensually sent back in time, how would you get back to the present???
It started off as just another back in my hometown-style nightmare, but something wasn’t quite right about it this time. The more I wandered about trying to get back to Florida, the more I remembered about this alternate life of mine until I realized that I hadn’t just failed and wound up back home … instead, something very different was taking place…
The timeframe itself was a bit sketchy – Mom and Dad were still together, but clearly on the brink of divorce, and I was fighting with my sister a lot, but I also had these feelings like I just didn’t fit in and this wasn’t my time, and eventually I started to remember more about significant things in my life such as buying a house and having a wife and a decent job, and that’s when I began to fight harder to get them back.
Packing to leave was much different than before – after a fight with my Dad, I simply told him to join me for dinner the next day if he liked because the day after I would be moving back to Florida. I think the only things that ended up in my car were a laptop, some clothes, and an acoustic guitar because now I had the foresight that the other things that packed my car previously weren’t really needed anyways.
I was to head to Tampa Saturday morning by way of New York to try and hunt down my future wife. I didn’t really know what to expect – would she be back in New York as well or still in Tampa where I had left her? Worse yet, if I did find her in a state where we hadn’t even met yet, how would I convince her that I was her future husband and not just some crazy stalker person with insane amounts of information about her???
I walked through meeting her in my head the entire trip, picking nuggets of information about her and her family that no one else knew, as well as insight into our relationship together in the future, and how one day we would elope a year before our actual wedding, and how we would struggle for years before being able to have our first child. I still couldn’t imagine what her reaction would be to a stranger sitting across the table from her, able to recite her social security number and every medical procedure she’s ever had and her closeness with her grandmother … I was terrified but also determined.
The future that I once knew seemed so familiar, yet so far away … how does one get back to something you once took for granted?
I had gone swimming in this small swim area near the bay when somebody approached jokingly holding a baby shark.
The thing couldn’t have been more than a foot or so long, and this guy started wading into the swimming area even though everyone kept protesting that there were no sharks allowed in the swimming area!
It wasn’t long before the shark wrestled free from his grasp and got back into the water. In total, about a dozen people were injured – myself included – and an ambulance took us all over to Tampa General to get cleaned up. I was one of the worst that had gotten bitten because I was bleeding pretty bad after the thing took a chunk out of my right arm. They had me hold gauze against it and eventually came back around to give me stitches when they found that it was still bleeding.
I remembered right after I had gotten bitten dunking under water and reaching for the chunk of my own flesh that was falling to the floor, but I think I got jerked back up above water by somebody else just before I could get my fingers around it.
I was Superman.
An evil super villain had just stolen a nuclear-powered shark and was hauling it away … for mischievous purposes … on top of a borrowed cruise ship full of passengers.
At some point during pursuit, he pulled the entire ship underwater, which miraculously didn’t flood the ship but simply threatened to do so and trapped everyone inside. With that, I dove underwater to get the ship back, however in the back of my mind I had pictured Lois Lane dying and having to go back in time to save her, so in hindsight I probably could’ve just done that from the beginning to save us all some time!
Anyways, it took a while for me to remember whether Superman (me) could breathe underwater, but after deciding that I could, I fought some random magic guy before eventually catching up to the ship. I somehow managed to get inside without bringing any water with me, and then got everyone to help me move all of the heavy stuff to one side or the other to help balance the ship.
Presumably this was to help with something that I was about to do to save them, but maybe it was just to keep them all busy so they wouldn’t panic as much.
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We had just rented a new house and I was carrying things in from the curb when it started raining outside.
The h0use was kind of set into the side of a hill, so it had all sorts of neat landscaping around it that unfortunately made it really hard to just walk a straight line from one place to another.
When I finally made it back to the car, I had the kind realization that I would pull it into the garage for my wife … no idea why I hadn’t done that in the first place to make hauling things inside easier … but after driving around the block and then coming inside again, I couldn’t figure out how to get to the actual garage even though I knew there was one!
Inside my Dad offered to help me come look, and together we opened a door that seemed garage-worthy, only to be greeted by a garage that was very much not empty because it happened to be filled with something like a dozen dogs. Some of them were really nasty, too, and even though I managed to close the door in their faces, they still came running around from another hallway and we all went outside to figure out where in the hell all of these dogs were coming from…
Outside was a couple with even more dogs on leashes citing that they had permission from the landlord to use the property for their dog business. I explained that we had just rented the home and there was nothing in the lease about a dog business sharing the property, so we fought until the police finally came.
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I was trying to go out to the movies and my wife was asking who I was going to go with … like on a date.
Apparently my first choice was some redhead, followed by another girl, and then I had the thought of going with my actual wife instead.
She seemed happy with my decision.
There was a lot of frustration in the air, mostly on my part because everybody else seemed to be having a really good time.
I mean, they should have – apparently they were in town for our wedding and we had all of our friends and extended family gathered at our home before the big day to relax and help prepare and generally celebrate, but it wasn’t just any home…
We had been on the market for a bigger home for a while and were looking for that special one to become our dream home, and although you wouldn’t have known it from the outside, this one certainly had some hidden features that were remarkably cool and admittedly made the home a bit of a bargain even at its list price of one million dollars!
For my part, I explored the interior of the house in a bit of a panic because there was just too much going on and apparently I still have anxiety issues even in my dreams. 😉 I had walked into a room that seemed to be either the living room or master bedroom, and our immediate family was showing off a huge display of stuff that they had helped to pick out for our new home, to the point where I had to stand up and announce that we had sunken all of our money into the house and couldn’t afford to pay anybody back if they opted to help us shop and bought all sorts of expensive things requiring reimbursement…
I tried to get my wife’s attention to come help me simmer down on my way back through the house, but she was sitting on the floor with some friends and a baby who was not Christopher – we’ll get to that more in a second! I ended up back in what was to become my new office area, which was considerably bigger than anything I’ve had in the past mainly because not only was it just a much larger room, but it ended up being a series of rooms that connected down one end of the house, a la OFFICE -> PARLOR -> LIBRARY -> DEN, ultimately ending up back at the front of the house with a pair of large, sliding doors so that in essence half the house could be walled off into my own private wing, which seemed pretty cool!
Still on the hunt for quiet space, though, I walked through what I thought was the dining room, but was configured with several tables to accommodate all of our guests – some of whom were hanging out and snacking – and I pushed on what was almost a hidden, disguised door at the end of the room which lead out into sort of a grotto that was both outdoors and indoors, and was very amazing.
The walkway was made of stone with water on both sides, and every so often it would dip down so that you would be just barely wading from one little garden area to another, and here I passed one of my aunts who seemed to be really taking in the natural aura of this hidden gem.
Beyond the gardens was more of a “play area” that had lots of places for seating, but it was all setup as see-saws and so people were bouncing up and down while they talked and waded their feet in the saltwater! There was also an old-fashioned swing where one of my uncles was gently swinging back and forth, enjoying the breeze, and as I approached, he pointed out a small crustacean that had gotten stranded on its back between two of the landings that rose above the water.
When I reached down to flip him over and help him back into the water, I looked in myself and saw this myriad of sea life that was swimming around in our own little personal escape here – the most noticeable of which was a pair of lobsters that were play fighting a few feet out into the water.
Then as I picked up the stranded crustacean at my feet, suddenly he was a lot bigger than before and he was a lobster, too.
That’s when I turned and heard someone call, “Hey Dad – what’s that?” and turned to find Christopher standing over my shoulder, much bigger than I remembered and now talking and everything. 😀
So Gandalf, Frodo, and I were fighting the Balrog … apparently in the setting of some sort of Laurel & Hardy skit!
We were inside a small log cabin and he was outside.
First, Frodo went out the door “to distract the Balrog,” which didn’t work well because he was immediately eaten.
Then Gandalf and I noticed a second door on the side of the house, so as the Balrog banged on the door like he was the Big, Bad Wolf asking to come in, we ran over to the other door and snuck out the side entrance.
We rounded the corner of the house just in time to see the Balrog ducking in the front door, sneaking back into the house ourselves when he discovered the side door and came back out.
This game pretty much continued on and on FOREVER. 😕
So where to begin???
Apparently we were on a trip to Disney World with some friends and family – we started off in a park that was kind of like but not actually the Magic Kingdom, and we found ourselves getting separated a lot.
One ride that we went on had you sitting individually in a car that went under the water, meaning that you got wet, and it had different sections of the ride where you’d ride for a bit then get out and wait in line some more. Not everyone went on this one because my Dad wasn’t able to, and I found myself separated from the group and melded into another couple of guys’ group instead.
Somehow I guess one of the guys knew an Imagineer who worked there and that guy suddenly showed up and whisked us all away to an area off stage where he was showing off whatever he was working on at the time … yet for some reason I got the impression that it wasn’t exactly a sanctioned Disney project, but more like he was just doing his own thing on company time!
Eventually we wandered back to the queue and skipped ahead of everyone else in line to jump into the next boat to get soaked once again and finish the ride. When we got off and went our separate ways, I was in the process of trying to figure out where everyone else had went when I ran into someone I knew from camp and got in line for some safari ride with him … until we caught up with the rest of his buddies – whom I couldn’t stand – and bowed out to go find the rest of my own family & friends…
By the time I found everyone, it was starting to rain really hard and they wanted to go back to the hotel to take a break.
The hotel was weird because our “room” ended up being more like a cabin tent – very similar to the ones we stayed in at scout camp, but much, much larger – and there we hung out for a while until the group began bickering among itself about whether to go back to the park or not because some felt they’d be wasting $100 admission by only going for a few hours and missing out on the evening fireworks.
I eventually got tired of the arguing and left on my own to go wander and explore the resort a bit, which was apparently all decorated up for the holidays – in particular, there were tons of Legos and Christmas decorations everywhere. The resort also seemed to have a lot of tiny passages which made them hard for guests to traverse, and as a result there were several of the more themed areas that weren’t at all packed with people.
At one point I wandered into a staging area for a short karaoke show that they were going to do, which didn’t really interest me in the slightest except for behind me in line on the escalator was a guy and his girl … who happened to be a very undercover Nicki Manoj … even though in the dream she was very white, which goes to show you subconsciously how much I actually know about Nicki Manoj!!!
Anyways, the guy she was with was prodding her to enter and sing a quick song, and once I “realized” who she was I jumped onboard and offered to split the massive $12 entry fee with him, so we each paid $6 and she agreed to perform. But then she didn’t … the contest was weird … I don’t really know what happened, but as they were going to leave, I followed behind and awkwardly asked if I could at least get her autograph or something, which apparently made her even more uncomfortable and the two quickly disappeared.
So I continued exploring the resort and gawking at all of the decorations. They had a really cool mini Lego store filled with all sorts of sets I didn’t have, so that was neat. Then I found a small greeting area where kids were getting their pictures taken with Santa, so I broke down and texted my friend to see if they at least wanted to come and meet Santa because there was hardly any line whatsoever.
As I was walking back towards the “tent area,” I got a little lost so I asked a young cast member for directions and she seemed very eager to show me in person where I needed to go. Along the way she pointed out a few things that were slightly in disarray, like they had a couple of huge ice skating rinks that were supposed to be open, but instead they were still filling them with water, and then we passed by a huge bundle of red Christmas lights that had just been left on the sidewalk and never put up…
…and that’s when I pulled her aside and asked her discretely if things at Disney were kind of getting run down lately, which she quickly but nervously agreed to. The girl shared a bit more until one of her bosses walked by and quickly pulled her away, almost as if he knew she was telling me things that she wasn’t supposed to, and I never saw her again.
Then on my way back it suddenly got really weird!
Somebody shot me! But not with a regular gun – instead, this gun had these strange, green, cone-shaped bullets that seemed to hurt even more than a regular bullet, but I pulled it out of my leg and limped back to the tent where my friends and family were, along with a bunch of other random people by that point. It seemed that we represented some sort of unwanted race, like mutants or something, and the green cone-bullets were very deadly to our kind, though I turned out to be fine.
We showed how dangerous they were by throwing a few of them into a nearby dirt pile and each of the cones exploded as they landed, and one guy really pissed me off by jokingly coming at me with one of the cones like he was going to throw it at me.
It was then that I pushed my way to the back of the tent where my family was and announced to everyone that we had to go – now – and you could hear a ruckus outside of something happening. Though it was unclear exactly what, we knew that it couldn’t be anything good and that it probably had something to do with us. When I was packing my backpack to bring, I found a brand new revolver and at first I went to stick it in the back of my jeans, but someone warned that they might search us and I put it in my bag instead … even though my Dad at that point was carrying a rifle or something in plain sight.
Before we had a chance to leave, a sheriff showed up and pushed his way to the back of the tent where we are and after talking, he tried to escort us out. I don’t remember exactly what happened after that point, but I know that it suddenly got very crazy very quick and it soon became clear that we were nowhere near Disney World anymore…