Dream #1,438

Dreamt that a friend and I walked two young girls to the park so we could play. As we got in sight of they playground equipment, the girls decided to race. One got a head start and ran with very short, quick steps. The other — realizing there was no rule requiring them to stay on the back — used a short, easy jog across the grass to beat the other girl to the swing set.

We watched as the two girls swung. At one point, the older girl decided to try some tricks. First, she stood up in the swing. Next, she sat down and hooked her feet around the chains. I immediately realized what she was going to try to do and yelled out, “NO-!!” but I was to late. She turned herself upside down, so her head and body were far below the swing.

Her head hit the ground face first, snapping her head backwards. But she wasn’t out of momentum. The second time down, the back of her head it, and that’s when her feet let go and she fell to the pavement.

I ran to her side. She was crying and in a lot of pain, trying to move. “Stay still,” I said, bracing her head and neck with my forearms, trying to keep them in line with her spin. “Don’t move.” But I couldn’t stop her from crawling into a sitting position against my chest. I held her as I cried. “You are going to be all right.”

I woke up crying.


Dream #1,435

Dreamt of telling my mother about a trip Yuko-hime and I took together. The town we went to had a lot of history, most of the buildings maintained their historical construction. I started in to a story about stopping in a bar when my mother interrupted me, “I know all about this town! They maintain their buildings in their historical construction and the bars only serve beer and wine!” She continued on, telling me everything she knew about the town. It was very clear that she wasn’t interested in hearing what I had to say.

I left my mother in the living room, walked through the house to the kitchen, sat on the floor against the back wall, and cried.

I woke up crying.

Dream #1,434

Dreamt I was attending a concert in a wooden all. The stage was high and wooden, the floor was wooden, everything was wooden. The band was a beach-type band, playing “Under the Boardwalk” and “Margaritaville” and other such songs. Yuko-hime was there with me and we were bopping along with the music. My father was there, dancing with some children. In fact, there were a lot of children. As I looked around, I suddenly realized that the only adults there were parents or grandparents. Except of Yuko-hime and myself. We were the only childless adults there and I was overwhelmed with grief.

I woke up crying.

Dream #1,396

Dreamt of a woman in her early 20s living alone. It was late afternoon, the sun was low and golden, and the shadows were getting long. As she walked toward the refrigerator, she noted some movement in the shadow next to it. As she watched, the shadow got deeper and deeper until was so black she thought it must actually be nothing. Except for the figure of a man slowly moving towards her, out of the shadow. She screamed and ran. But wherever she went, the shadows deepened to the pure black of nothing, and the man reached out towards her. Finally, the woman called her mother.

When her mother arrived, the woman was almost insane with terror. Her mother, however, was calm. “You’ve seen the Darkness, haven’t you?” her mother asked. “Here, take these.” The mother hands the woman a bottle of pills. “These are what I use to keep the darkness at bay.”

Jump ahead to when the woman is a mother herself, of three children in their early 20s. She had been taking the pills for decades and her children knew her to be a little loopy. Until her oldest daughter saw the Darkness for the first time. “Mother!?” she called out, “Is that what you’ve been seeing this whole time?!”

“Yes, my pills keep me from seeing it. But they get weaker over time…” Having said that, the woman takes a whole bottle of pills and slips fully into insanity, babbling about the Darkness and the man inside it.

The daughter is terrified, but determined. She can see that her mother’s bills eventually fried her brain, and she didn’t want to live in fear her entire life. She takes my hand and asks me to walk with her.

We walk along the crest of Pill Hill, the forest on our right. The sun is up and bright, but the forest is filled with shadows. Shadows that get darker and darker. The Darkness is there. But I cannot see it. The sunlight is too bright and I walk with my eyes closed as the daughter leads me through the edge of the Darkness.

We finally arrive at her house. The daughter is ecstatic. “We made it! We came out the other side! We are free!” She opens her front door to see nothing but blackness. A blackness so deep that it is nothing. The man reaches out his hand and the daughter knows she has to go with him. She steps through the doorway, into the Darkness, and turns to look at me one last time. Her face is smooth and expressionless, but her eyes are filled with horror.

I wake up.

Dream #1,390

Dreamt my mother was hosting a dinner for myself, my brother Eric A., and my two colleagues, Susan G. and Terri D. My mother had asked me to assist in the kitchen, even though I didn’t know what was doing. The first task was to heat something up in the microwave. So I took the dish out the back door to the guest house, because I knew the microwave in the main house was broken.

The guest house was small and a little cabin-like. It was one floor and seemed to have been a storage shed at one time. It didn’t have a furnace, but it was small enough that a space heater could keep it warm in the winter. It was a cozy little place with old furniture and plenty of windows, which I noticed someone had left open. Rain had come in during the storm the night before. So I placed the dish on the kitchen counter and closed all the windows.

When I went back to the kitchen, I noticed the microwave was gone. Confused, I walked back across the yard to the main house, only to discover that the back door was locked and I’d left my keys in the guest house. I went back across the lawn to get my keys and picked up the broom and the dust pan as well. Returning once again, I managed to drop the keys into the snow bank as the door swung open by itself. I bent over to retrieve my keys while trying to juggle the other three items in my other arm. I slept and fell into the snow, dropping everything.

At this point, I was done. I pushed my way through the bank door and curled up in a little ball on the shoe mat, throwing the shoes out of the way, and I began to cry.

I woke up crying.

Dream #1,389

Dreamt of standing between the front seats of a car in motion. The aisle between was wide like a bus, but it was clearly a car with only room for four: two in front, two in the back. As I turned to look out the front, my body suddenly became weak. I tried to move to my seat, but my legs gave out, then my arms, then I was paralyzed and fell backwards, weakly asking for help. The two people in the back and the woman driving totally ignored me.

I woke up in a sweat.

Dream #1,382

Dreamt that I was having an anxiety meltdown. Yuko-hime totally ignored me, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door. I followed her, calling her name and asking for help. But she kept walking.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone come out of our guest house. We didn’t have any guests there, so went over to see who it was. “Why were you in our house?” I asked. She ignored me and kept walking. I followed her and repeatedly asked, “Why were you in our house?” as she continued to ignore me and walk down the street. I got more and more upset until I was yelling the question, “WHY WERE YOU IN OUR HOUSE!?!?”

We arrived at the woman’s car when she finally turned to face me. “I’m sorry for bothering you, sir, I know you have far more important things to deal with than me.”

Something about the way she said it caught me. “Who do you think I am?”

“You’re Donald J. Trump.”

Her answer was so ridiculous that I laughed at her and walked back home, where I waited all alone for Yuko-hime to return. My anxiety built to the meltdown point again and I burst into tears as she stepped through the door. “Please help me!” I cried.

I woke up crying.