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.

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Dream #1,372

Dreamt that I was struck with a strong feeling of vertigo as I walked off the dance floor. I tried to use the door frame to steady myself but ended up falling over backwards, cracking my head against the floor. And I was paralyzed. I was stuck in a semi-fetal position with my arms out in front of me. I was in the changing room by myself and I could not move. I tried to call out, “Help,” but I couldn’t get the word out. I tried several times as the panic grew, but the best I could get was a mumbled slur. So I switched to, “Hospital,” but again, I mumbled and slurred. Finally, I tried to force out Yuko-hime’s name, “Yuko…”

I woke up crying Yuko-hime’s name.

Dream #1,235

Dreamt of getting ready to take a shower in the bathroom in the Red House. I took off both shirts, then my socks, then my shirt, then my pants, then my next two shirts…And I kept taking off more and more shirts until there was a huge pile of clothing next to the toilet. The pile was as tall as I was and I was still taking off more shirts. The more shirts I took off, the more trapped I felt.

I woke up screaming.

Dream #1,230

Dreamt of waiting in line while Christmas shopping. The line was moving very slowly, so I pulled out my phone to quickly text Yuko-hime. I didn’t have it out more than a couple of seconds when the line started moving again. The man behind me got very angry. “What the Hell are you doing!? Especially since you’ve been bitching about teenagers wasting other people’s time!”

I was confused as I didn’t remember saying any such thing. So I tried to explain, “My wife is in Japan and I haven’t seen her three weeks…”

“I don’t give a f–k! You need to keep this line moving!”

I put my phone away and the man stormed off.

I grabbed something out of the air. It was the end of a tape measure and as I released it, it snapped back into the hand of the teenager who’d been trying to poke me in the eye with it. The teenager looked ashamed at being caught as the man came storming back. “You!” he yelled at his son, “Get back in line! And you…” he directed his attention back at me, “…don’t you dare touch my son!” And he swung at me.

I ducked his punch and jammed my thumb into his thigh, breaking the skin just under the quadriceps. Yanking out, I tore the skin of his leg from knee to groin and his muscle tissue buldged out. He screamed in pain and threw a flurry of blows at me. I blocked them all and threw him against the wall. The item hangers tore into his back and he lost a lot of skin as I yanked him free. He came at me one more time and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him.

I woke up screaming.

Dream #1,225

Dreamt that I was lying in bed, in the fetal position, totally paralyzed except for my eyes. I spent my time watching a spider above the clock, and I was so cold. A woman came in periodically to take care of my basic needs. I forced my lips to move, but they were very reluctant. I managed to breathe out, “Cold…cold…”

The woman stood over me, holding a second blanket. She talked about how chilly I must be, but didn’t hear what I said.

“Two…two…” I managed to say, barely audible.

She started folding up the blanket. Tears leaked out of my eyes. Why couldn’t she hear me? Or at least see my lips move? “Help…help…me…”

I woke up crying.

Dream #1,210

Dreamt of trying to help someone move, but I was having trouble fitting the dresser through the front door. I gave it a couple of quick shoves, thinking the momentum would help, but all it did was make some loud banging noises. “Don’t get so frustrated!” Yuko-hime yelled at me.

“I’m not frustrated, it just doesn’t fit, so I–”

Yuko-hime cut me off. “You are too getting frustrated! If you can’t do it, get out of the way and let me try!” She gave the dresser a couple quick shoves, recreating the banging, and she became furious and started yelling at me.

I woke up crying.

Dream #1,188

Dreamt of showing up late for class after having failed to do my homework. We were supposed to answer three questions about the reading: 1) “What was the author’s name?” 2) “How old was she when she started writing?” and 3) “What was the reading about?” Our answers were to be turned in on a Post-It note. I overheard two other students mention the author’s name, “Fuldonando,” and seemed to recall that she’d started writing when she was thirty-two years old. And thinking that partial credit was better than no credit, I looked around for a pen and a Post-It note.

I arrived at our table to find it was covered with Post-It notes, but they already had writing on them. I asked Yuko-hime if I could borrow one from her. She hold it out but yanked it back when I reached for it. As my anxiety started to build, she began mocking my ticks and hand gestures, making fun of me.

I woke up crying.