Not being much of one for remembering my dreams when I have two in one day it’s worth mentioning. These were both from this morning, one that woke me from my sleep, the other tricked me into staying there longer.

Dream the first…

The first dream was the most bizarre. I was with a few friends in an unfamiliar apartment block imbibing in certain controlled substances. We had just taken something to make us feel the wonder and beauty in the world around us. Which is truly a remarkable feat for any chemical since the world we were in at the time was surrounded on all sides by walls covered in flaking aged paint that had at some point in it’s distant past been white, but was now water stained around the upper edges of the room and looking rather dusty at the bottom edges. There was a dingy window that looked like it was covered in about four hundred years worth of tar and nicotine which looked out onto a stunning view of a brick wall. The door to this fine apartment was covered in the same white paint as the walls. It too was flaking and covered in a fine layer of dust, but the door was saved of water stains. Instead it was cracked and chipped, mostly around the edges with an especially high number of cracks near the hinges and locks on the door.

As we were settling into this quaint scene and starting to feel better about the whole situation I got a call from a friend of mine. This friend is a burlesque dancer and someone that in real life I doubt even has my phone number, but this is a dream and logic doesn’t have to enter into it. She was calling me in a state of severe distress. It seems that for some unknown reason, a man was chasing after her.

At this point in the dream my perspective switched to her view. She/I was backed up against a door similar to the one in the room I described before. As she/I talked to me on the phone this assailant kept slamming himself into the door trying to force the door opened. She/I kept looking at the edge of the door where there had once been a row of locks, chains, hooks and latches, but where now stood a series of empty screw holes and patches of unfaded paint. She/I kept thinking what a terrible idea it had been to take all the locks off without having replacements. During this time she was explaining to me that this man was a horse rapist and was trying to rape her. Why a horse rapist was trying to rape her I have no idea, he could have gone and found himself a willing pony somewhere I am sure, but again dream logic doesn’t have to make sense. As she/I stared at the slit between the door and the frame this horse rapist managed to knock the door open enough to get his hand around the edge far enough for his fat greasy fingers to curl around the door. At this point she/I screamed and dropped the phone.

Once my friend dropped the phone I was back in my own perspective. Looking at my now very disturbed and distraught group of friends who were all fighting between the desire to keep their happy chemically induced state, and their desire to save this friend of ours from a horse rapist. I lept up, started dragging people to their feet in order to mount a rescue mission and grabbed up improvised weapons for everyone.

The horse rapist was in the building and going after our friend. We were heading out to save her. I opened the door and was all of a sudden wide awake in my bed. I was ready to go and rescue my friend from a horse rapist. After a while my brain settled down and I got back to sleep.

That was the stranger of the two dreams from this morning. I’m really not sure where that one came from or what it means. Probably that I should cut back to one glass of wine a night.

Dream the second…

This one was far more tame and was one of those strange dreams where reality and dream intersect.

I was on my way home, and very excited about going there since I had two beautiful women waiting on me to get home. Once I got there I went through the front door, and found them both asleep in the living room. I stood there looking at them and smiling thinking how good it was to be me. All of the sudden I heard my alarm going off in the bedroom. Not wanting to wake them just yet I went running for the alarm to turn it off. Even though the bedroom is just a short distance from the front door it was taking forever. Finally I reached the alarm. Right before I turned it off I woke up looking directly at the alarm which had been going off for about thirty minutes at that point. I hit the snooze button and went back to try and find my girlfriend and our beautiful friend so I could wake them up for some fun. I hate how you can never get back to the really good dreams.

I also had a dejavous moment today where I recalled picking up a computer case that was shaped like a pig, and another that was shaped like a cat. I have no idea when I had that dream, but I was distinctly aware that it had been a dream. Mostly because there was no way any current mainboard would have fit into those cases.

~Joshua Normal