dream slug
I just woke from a dream this… morning…. I don’t have too many terror nightmares or choking-in-my-sleep dreams… but this one felt so real to life. After a chase and crash in a car, I found myself in a carport garage, with a white car up on blocks… I was running from someone, because I could feel the urgency that we had to get it fixed right away so I could get out of town… the entire right, bottom, front side was destroyed… my father was at the front of the car on his back, looking at the damage…

[note: I never worked on cars with my dad. I never worked on cars, period. I don’t know anything about cars. I don’t know anything about repairing cars.]

I had some kind of welding tool in one hand, and a flashlight in the other and somehow knew what the problem was, and that I needed to get under the car to weld the hole that was dripping oil.

I crawled around the side, flashed my light underneath, and from the corner of my eye, I barely caught a glimpse of something moving.

I slowly snuck to the back end of the car as I told my dad that something bright orange was under there, and that he should move back as well… I said I thought it was either a giant slug or a walrus…

As I bent down to look again from the tail end of the car, I aimed my flashlight, and in the blink of an eye the thing jumped out and wrapped itself around my right arm. It WAS a giant slug. I started wrestling with it as it gripped me tighter and tighter…

and then… I jerked out of the dream and woke up in my bed… I was wrapped up in my comforter blanket, and it was twisting around my arm…. but the dream was still halfway in my consciousness, and I started beating my blanket all over to make sure there wasn’t something inside… (not because I thought there might be a real monster in my bed, but because I was worried that something real WAS in my bed that made me dream such a thing).

I jumped up, still frantically beating the blanket all over in a crazed panic… and there was… nothing.

The End.

I had a vivid, colorized dream last night. There was a young boy running and playing in a park. He had a bowl-ish haircut. Light brown hair.

In the dream, I said first to myself, then outloud, “His mouth is like a little god.”

I have no idea what it means, if it’s supposed to mean anything, or if it’s a premonition or future prophecy… I just remember being filled with joy and amusement and curiosity as I watched little bowl-head.

Lately, I’ve been falling into deep dream-sleeps more immediately. I lie myself down, close my eyes, and voila, I’m in a vivid dream… It seems strange and amazing. No warm up, no slow dozing into it… it just… starts… like I’m sitting down in the middle of a movie, and clicking the “UN-pause” button to re-start….

In the backseat of the car, in the cafe, in the hotel lobby… anywhere, and around anyone…

Near the end of our late-night dinner in the desert, we were laying around the table on pillows, great adventures and stories were being told (in French), I barely closed my eyes, and, boom, I started right in on a dream… a few minutes later (or longer maybe?) I could faintly hear, “Michael… Michael… have some dessert…” and I was yanked back out into the real world again….

I wish I could harness this and control it… and do it with my eyes completely open… dream in front of people while appearing to be wide awake… that would really be something…

In my dream last night, I was visiting an old, elementary school chum-friend in his high-rise, penthouse suite apartment. After some good catchup, feel-good conversation, I wandered over to the giant, double-door window to check out the killer view across the city and countryside.

Far off in the distance, the sky was strangely turning muddy and grey, washing out the sun into dusk (in the middle of the day). A big, faded watercolor wash, swallowing up the next town over.

At the horizon line, coming down the hills and shooting out of the grey wall, like a lone surfer coming out of an Endless Summer tube, a tiny orange sliver appeared. It looked like a moving lava stream. It was so far away and it was a slow trickle, at first.

It took a minute of staring and refocusing and curiosity and awe… to realize it was actually a huge fire storm racing towards us… a giant wall of fire… at cataclysmic, tsunami speed… ripping through everything in its path…

I yelled to my friend (who was in the back bedroom) that we had to run… get out… NOW… immediately… I frantically scrambled to his kitchen, grabbed my guitar case, and bolted out the door into the hallway… running down the hall and down the fire escape stairwell, the circular hallway of cement steps. I could hear the crackling firestorm approaching outside, getting closer, closer.

Stop.
I was suddenly shaken out of my sleep.
It didn’t occur to me until later that there might have been a real fire that I should have been up checking around the entire house. I just went back to sleep (it turns out, there was no real fire)… but I am sure it all meant something… symbolically… sub-conciously… something important that I should be paying close attention to…

3:30 am… in the middle of a suspenseful, secret agent dream (I think I was running from someone through caverns and waterfalls and a maze of dark corridors), there was a repetitive, time-clock ticking steadily, like an endless faucet… “click-click-click…” pushing and rushing me along… “click-click-click…”

Slowly, the clicking sound in the dream started to seem more and more real… the dream faded away… and I became aware and awake… and the clicking was still clicking…

It was the pilot light on my stove in the kitchen… the pilot light was clicking (not lighting) and would not shut up… and was mixing together with a splashy, gushing sound… of water…

I jumped out of bed, ran into the kitchen to find… the sink was overflowing and spilling out into the rest of the house… about an inch deep in some places… I ran for a bucket and began filling and dumping the water outside into the back alley… trip after trip… until the water finally stopped. There was black gunk everywhere and it took me the next couple hours to mop and clean the floors.

Thankfully, the only real damage was to my persian rug in the living room… that soaked up all the water… dreadful… I stayed up the rest of the night cleaning… and watching the sink, waiting to see if there would be any more water (and black gunk) coming up… no more.

The plumber came first thing in the morning and cleared the pipes and made everything right. Thank you Mr. Plumber. The Gas Man came to check the gas. Thank you Gas Man. I jumped back in bed for a few hours. Thank you bed.

Last night in my dream, a girl was chasing me around, following me everywhere. Anytime she would appear, she would sing the same song. It was (in the dream) a wonderful melody, and each time she started singing, I would sing along with tears in my eyes.

Throughout the dream, I was flying a small white kite… the kind I had seen little children in India flying off their rooftops, high into the sky. Nothing more than a flimsy, small-sized, diamond piece of paper, no tail. Anytime the girl sang, she would try to crash down the kite I was flying.

When I awoke from the dream, I could remember the melody, and could even sing it as I lay in bed, but it soon faded out of my head (no, I forgot to record it)…. but I loved that little kite in the dream… loved flying it…. loved playing with it… loved letting it get whipped around in the wind… and I was so curious and puzzled why the girl would want to crash it…