Elise and I both didn’t sleep well last night. I was laying in bed, watching the Packers vs. Panthers game and could barely keep my eyes open. Elise was next to me, painfully inching her way around the bed trying to find a comfortable position so her back would stop hurting from an apparent urinary tract infection.
I turned off the game and it was then that I became restless. I layed still and thought about nothing. I started getting sleepy again. Then the cat meowed. And meowed. And meowed. We both layed there and thought he would eventually quit meowing. He didn’t. Elise is usually the one who gets up to take care of feline-related activities. She was bed ridden so I had to herd cats. Riley knows when I’m pissed so he ran and hid the moment he heard me getting out of bed. I left the back door open and walked away. Both cats ran outside.
I went back to bed and fell asleep soon after.
Dream #1: I’m carrying a large red barrel of full of finely ground human carcass and partially hydrogenated cottonseed oil to be dumped into the sewer at the northwest intersection of I-35 and Ben White. I don’t know why it was my job to dispose of ground up humans, but I was doing it. I remember looking into the barrel and realizing that there is nothing visably large enough that would distinquish the contents as human.
Dream #2: Same northwest intersection but now I’m in what used to be the Hawthorne Suites. Only now the suites are a dilapidated ghetto. There is looting and rioting. Gun shots are being fired from every direction. There’s a skinny androgynous black kid who is laying waste to almost every target in his path with a Tommy gun-style fully automatic shotgun.
I realize that I’m going to get shot soon if I don’t try to find a way out. I turn around in my steps and start heading back in the direction from which I came. A guy came through the door and pointed a gun at me. I dropped to my stomach and put my arms on the ground above my head as to surrender. I woke up.
Dream #3: I’m sitting on the bank of a huge, still lake at dusk. There is a cargo raft floating slowly toward the bank to my right. The cargo raft is carrying huge cubes of dreams stacked eight high and eight across. A dinosaur serpent with a long neck lifts its head from below the water and gently tosses the raft into the air and to the other side of the lake. I roll over in bed and the sequence starts again. This happened 3-4 times. I don’t know what cubes of dreams actually look like but my subconcious put them there.
Dream #4: I’m walking around the outside of our house and find the control area for an intricate sprinkler system under the office window. It looked like what I would imagine a plane cockpit to look like. I crouched down and got halfway into the control area and looked around. There was a GPS display and all sorts of buttons, knobs and levers. I thought, “Hmmm, all this time and I never knew we had a sprinkler system.”
Dream #5: I’m exploring our house again. I find a lower level that’s painted bright white. I walk into what is kind of like a garage. I turn a right corner and see a long, straight hallway. To the right is a white stairway that leads to what I would guess the main part of the house. In front of me are two moms and two non-descript children. They’re discussing spiders. The two moms can’t seem to remember the names of two of our indigenous poisonous spiders. I tell them that one is the brown recluse and the other is the black widow. They both ask what a brown recluse looks like. I tell them that it’s the one that has a voilin-shaped marking on its body. They asked about the black widow. At that point I look down at my white shirt. There is a tiny black widow, no larger than my pinky nail, on my abdomen. I point out the spider to the moms and chuckle. They both giggle as well. Then the spider takes off and crawls up the back of my shirt with breakneck speed. It felt like a spider a hundred times its size was clawing up my back and pulling my shirt down on the way. Then it stopped. My intuition told me that it was sitting on my shirt collar at the back of my neck.
I woke up. I kept shivering because I thought I had a tiny black widow on my neck.
What’s weird is it is very seldom that I remember my dreams. Each time I woke myself up last night I wanted to immediately go back to sleep to find out what I was going to get into next.
