Night of February 8th, 2010

Tonight was interesting. I found myself dressed up, walking down a path to a party. I had to get to this mansion that the party was being held at. After driving down the road, getting out and walking down a path towards the water, I saw it. The place was absolutely magnificent! It was the largest place I had ever seen. The house actually, and more stragely was attached to a blimp. I walked up the steps to the front door and was greeted by the butler. The inside was even more like a labrynth. There were hallways and passageways everywhere. I could not keep up with the location of my own two feet! I followed my host into a bedroom where she asked if I wanted a drink. I told her I would if I could take a taxi home, that was shut down because taxis aren't allowed on the private property. I just kept exploring this gigantic structure and found no hope of reaching the end. I found out that the home had been rented out for thousands of dollars. Each individual had a fee of $234.89 per night, and I was lucky enough to go for free. They had everything: food, drink, bedroom, butler services, entertainment, ALL INCLUSIVE. I woke up soon thereafter, darn, that would have been a great night.

Night of February 7th, 2010

I found myself standing in front of a very large and extravagant church one morning. I was dressed in my blue plaid shirt, a white t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. The point of me being there was because I was meant to get baptized. There were about 7-8 others being baptized that morning and for some reason I forgot a change of clothes for after the moment I was "dunked." I was freaking out trying to find some sort of way around it and I finally resulted to my t-shirt and boxer shorts. I entered the baptismal after having considerable time finding the entrance into the small corridor to the side and I found my dad waiting inside. "He was baptizing these people?!," I said to myself. I was beside myself, uncomfortable and anxious. The baptismal was extremely too small for more than one person, much like the size of a small bathtub. We were crowded and there was barely room to complete the baptism. My brother appeared where my dad was and told me "Alright, you have done fine with your face, now hold your head underwater for 20 seconds and that will be fine with me." Almost like I was seeking his approval for something. I tried twice this challenge and failed both times. He was counting down the seconds with his fingers and I could not complete the task. I woke up violently gasping for air, my face was buried in my pillow.

Night of Februrary 6th, 2010

This evening began with me driving down the interstate in a brown convertible. I was driving erratically and I eventually knocked the left side mirror of the side of the car by running into the side of a building. There were two wires exposed and there were sparks coming off of them. Apparently wires were conducting electricity because there was lightning that kept following me around. I remember driving towards a mechanic to get the car fixed and I saw 7-8 distinct tornadoes in the distance. I spoke with the man in the sketchy mechanic's office however he did not have the part available for the car. I left out of there headed north on the interstate trying to avoid the tornadoes. I found myself driving through a small town in which I stopped at a small store to use the restroom. I remember walking through a restaurant type place on my way. I saw a set of stairs descending down into a dining room in the middle of the hall. After trying to leave, I found myself walking through a small bar in the restaurant towards the exit. The bartender was handing one man a plunger for some reason. I exited the restaurant and began to drive back home.

Night of February 5th, 2010

This evening, I had two specific dreams, but can only remember one of them. It started with me walking down the interstate. There were no cars but it was broad daylight, about 2-3pm I suppose. I found myself walking into an abandoned parking lot with a mobile home in the center. I walked up the stairs and gazed at the door for a second and then walked in. I found a good friend of mine who is much older sitting at a desk with 3 or 4 parcels sitting to his right. The office was messy and filled with incomplete forms and paperwork. There was trash all over the floor but I did manage to find a place to sit down and talk. Apparently, my friend was the manager/owner of some large amusement park chain and he was having difficulties deciding what to do with two of his roller coasters that he owned at the park. I opened one of the boxes that were to my right and I found that they were filled with strange dome shaped pipe connectors, whatever they were supposed to be used for. Next I found myself walking with another friend to what looked like the entrance to an arcade. We were actually there to test all of the machines and make sure that they worked completely. I approached a machine in which SuperMario music was blaring loudly. I began to play and after some time, won the game on level 18. I was given a cash prize. There were many other arcade games scattered, but one in particular didn't look like a game at all. It was a puzzle box, large and black. The game proceeded with every correct adjustment to the pieces. We were forbidden to approach the game and play it...

Night of January 28th, 2010

This dreamy evening began with me and a friend of mine walking through the tunnel outside of our dorm going out into the parking lot. There was a patio and chairs sitting there, so we say down and began to chat. As I looked up into the sky, there were clouds everywhere; dark, black clouds...but the temperature was warm. It was nighttime by the way, exactly 12:34am to be precise. All of a sudden the clouds magically started flowing southward and revealed the sun! The sun was bright and yellow and honestly we couldn't understand why the sun was shining so brilliantly at 12:40am. For some reason or another, I pulled out a bag of TeddyGrams and began to share them with my friend. The TeddyGrams specifically were plain with chocolate on the eyes. I found myself going into Wait Chapel and attending some sort of marriage counseling conference (for marriage counselors; it was a teaching conference). I knew two specific people there and was approached by one of them with a bag of pretzels. I declined the offer and continued to walk out of the chapel to the Pit (cafeteria) to meet my friend for dinner. I walked in and continued around the islands deciding what to eat. I then decided on a "carribean jerk taco" dish. I asked for it "To-Go" however there were no to-go boxes available. I sat down with my friend and then another friend came to sit with us as well. They were all talking about how I know so many people in Winston-Salem. I woke up at the point before I took my first bite of dinner.

Night of January 28th, 2010

So, this evening began with me walking happily into a small village with cobblestone streets. The sun was shining, and it just felt good to be there. I was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and was on my way to a restaurant at the corner of the next block. The time was close to 7-8am and there were not many people around except for inside the restaurant. I entered the double-doors on the outside of the corner restaurant and the place was booming. There was nobody "eating" in the restaurant but it was simply extremely social. I remember walking to the right of the median and sitting down with a pleasant gentleman with the name John. Apparently, strangely, we were all there to be taught a lesson in the Greek language. I remember taking a music CD which had Greek Top 40 hits on it to the front of the restaurant, placing it inside a DVD player and watching my old Economics teacher run to the front of the "class" and begin singing the song. He did not speak to me, but rather gave me a cold shoulder...I left the restaurant and there were clouds in the sky. I walked towards the left down the cobblestone street from whence I came.

The second dream was kind of strange as well. I remember standing backstage of an incredibly large and up-scale fine arts performance of some kind, I believe it may have been a singer. We (the few backstage hands) were constantly moving items back and forth between the stage and the backstage area. A friend of mine (Karen) was actually performing with the singer this evening and I remember her performance dress...a long, flowing white gown with silver stitching down the sides. I remember going into the audience and taking another friend (Sandra) and running her to the backstage area where the stagehands were, we needed her help moving some things quickly. After we began moving a rather large box, we realized that we were too late, the singer began singing and the piano accompaniment had begun, we were too late.

Night of January 27th, 2010

Tonight's dream was extremely short, but still extremely strange. I found myself dressed in an all black suit, walking into a rather large building. I stepped through an ornate set of double-doors and saw 1000's of people sitting in what looked like a church. This congregation so to speak was wearing all black, and I later found out that it was a very high profile funeral which was being led by my old pastor Steve from my original home town. I remember turning my head to the left and seeing 6-7 rows of people with distinct facial features. The men were dressed in suits and all had a black tie, the women in floor length dresses. There was one man in particular which I recognized, but can't place a name to him. He was bald, and was the only one out of those 40-50 or so people standing up. I saw him sit and face forward. There was Steve at the front of the congregation speaking, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. It was very dark and dull, no too exciting and just all around sad. I didn't enjoy being a part of this group of people, I felt out of place and scared.

Night of January 26th, 2010

My dream last night was quick and simple. I was driving on the interstate with my little brother, on my way to a Weight Watchers meeting. For some reason or another, we had to exit to the right on a ramp with a sign that read "Linville." I'm not sure why I was going to Linville, but, I digress. We went into the building and I signed in, saw a friend of mine there, and then woke up...not too interesting, I told you.

Night of January 25th, 2010

My dream started off this evening with me in the driver's seat to my mother's Chevy Suburban. We (My little brother, mom and I) were driving home from Elizabeth City, NC and the time was exactly 10:08pm. I remember specifically that she said, "Yay, we are going to be home by midnight." About that time, the rain began to pour and it was very difficult to see anything around me. The windshield wipers were on full blast but it didn't seem to help me see infront of me, except for one triangular area of space (I saw tail lights). Soon, we came to an intersection/stop light and there were college-aged people (about 13-15 total) sitting peacefully in the rain dancing and singing loudly to the music blaring from their car. Then, one male individual from the group got out of the car and began to walk towards our vehicle. He began to dance strangely in front of the car and I gave him a strange wave of my hand which symbolized nothing but confusion (I even asked my brother if he witnessed my lack of motor skills). We kept driving, but only seeing that small triangular area ahead of us and a set of tail lights in the pouring rain.

The second dream was a little weirder and strange. It took place at my old home on the Outer Banks. I had been strapped down to a chair in which I was being tortured with drippings of hot wax on my face. The wax was going to harden and eventually suffocate me so for some reason I kept swishing my hand over the front of my face dramatically and helplessly. It didn't seem to help. The wax was dripping from a candle which was floating magically above my head with a black plastic garbage bag attached to it (I kept saying the torturer was "Nana" but I don't know what that means, it was a male). Secondly, after I was released from the "device," not having perished, was laid onto a bed (my little brother's old bed) and was set to watch television. I kept noticing wires attached to the coils of the mattress. The wires were connected to a large machine just to the right of me underneath the television screen and was being maintained by a lady at a switchboard. She had been asked, "When the time comes, we are going to turn this baby on full-blast). This could only mean one thing, I was going to be electrocuted. Another friend of mine was on the other bed in the room and she had no idea what had just gone on. I managed to coax her out of the room just long enough to say that the person that was in the room was not necessarily nice, but has been torturing me for 3 days. The friend began to cry in utter surprise. Then, another person I know walked down the hall with one of his friends and asked if I needed to talk. The last thing I remember is telling everyone to be quiet and I shut the other bedroom door behind us to discuss a plan of action...