A Place For My Head

Rating: Clean

The following is probably one of the strangest dreams I’ve ever had:

I was on the football team, the 7-8^th grade football team like I was in middle school. I was at practice, and Coach Richie was screaming his head off as usual. There was a strange cage type structure on the field that they were using to torture kids into becoming better football players. I didn’t really like it, and I asked if they made even the littlest kids use it? They said they had other special motivation tools for them. Creepy. But this is the least of it.

I had to leave, so I got into my car, and drove off. At this point, I’m back to being 18. I was in a hurry because my mom was pregnant, and she was giving birth. I got home, and it was happening. She was giving birth at home, and not the hospital. I didn’t really question it.

There was a little girl. Perhaps three years old. This si strange, but she had given birth to a fully functional, clothed, three year old girl named Lulu. It gets crazier. She gave birth to 8 children all together that day. But they all came out different ages. There were two identical twins who were actual babies. There were one 2 year old boy, one 3 year old girl, and 4 other boys of all differnt ages ranging from 5 to 15. Äh, fraternal twins…,” I figured. I sensed there was still something a little off, but I didn’t question it.

So now we were a family of 14: my parents, my three actual brothers, seven dream brothers, one dream sister, and myself. We were all so happy. Big, happy, wonderful family. We went to church together every week, and everybody knew us; we were like famous there. I honestly loved being, forget about the fact that I’m in atheist. Just the atmosphere, all the Arabs, the incense, the urbon and everything. Oh incense.. :)

One day we were getting ready to go to church. I was helping get the little kids into the car I realize while we were at church that they weren’t there. I freaked out and thought they might have been left in the car, which is of course very dangerous for babies (caused by a video we saw in psych class about a sleep deprived man who forgot his baby in the car). I sprinted outside to check the car, and they were nowhere to be found. We all drove home, and we found them sleeping in my mom’s room. We just laughed..

We were all home sleeping later that night. I couldn’t sleep because I felt like something bad was going to happen. I was worried about how my parents were going to manage raising so many kids. Kids are expensive, and they had barely been able to handle me and my three brothers, spaced fairly widely apart. How were they supposed to handle 8 new ones all at once? I decided to go into my mom’s room where they were all sleeping to check one them. Everybody was there, my parents and all 11 of my siblings sleeping. I decided to cuddle in with them.

After a few hours, an angry, terrified looking maid lady ran in, and said she had to take Lulu. Apparently Lulu wasn’t actually our sister; she had just been visiting us. We were all upset, and didn’t really understand, but we tried to go back to sleeping. Then the worst happened.

There was a knock on the door, and Osama Bin Laden walked in. We all woke up and were terrified, but tried not to show it. He said he was looking for soldiers and that we had to cooperate, or he would kill us. He didn’t want me because I was gay, so I was off the hook. However, my brothers weren’t. He I hid the little kids behind me saying they’re too young. He said they’re the perfect age to begin learning and training. He took them from behind me, the 4, 5 and 7ish year olds. He also took all the others that had been born up to the fifteen year all. So altogether he took 5 of them. My actual brothers, JiDa, EmDa, and PeDa were not home, so they weren’t taken.

We were with 5 in the room: the two babies, my parents and me. We were completely devastated. We called everyone, and let them know what happened. We called my actual brothers and let them know to move somewhere else because they were at risk.

The day ended, and things went one, and years progressed. The devastation had caused my family to kind of break up and lose contact. I learned that my five brothers who had been taken away had managed to escape to Saudi Arabia and Jordan where they were now living happily. I tried to contact them, but I couldn’t reach them for some reason. I was very worried for my brothers who had stayed in the United States (because apparently that was more vulnerable to Osama; not sure how that makes sense). I realized that EmDa, PeDa, and JiDa were actually find because they in the Navy, in the police force, and playing in the NFL, respectively. That made them much less vulnerable. As for the two babies, they had moved somewhere far away with my parents, so they would all be safe.

Years and years and years passed and it was the year 2060. I was 67 years old. I decided I needed to get back in touch with all my brothers. I found out that several of my brother in Saudi Arabia had moved to Canada. I managed to get a hold of them, and I went to visit them. They were living very happily. They were all pretty old too, in their fifties and sixties. I met my nieces and nephews, and some of my brothers were even grandparents. It was Christmas time in my dream, and I tried to help them fix their Christmas lights, but I couldn’t figure out why they wouldn’t turn on. One of them then realized that the on switch hadn’t been flicked, and so he flicked it, and they turned on. It looked great.

All these happy moments of family reunion, and yet I was still so unhappy because I was still out of touch with JiDa, PeDa, EmDa, the twins, the other two brothers in Jordan, and I did not for the life of me know if my parents were even still alive or not. I suppose not because they have been 106 and 103 years old. I managed to get a hold of my three actual brothers and the twins and to arrange to have lunch with them at some small restaurant in Kansas or something. We talked and did at lot of catching up. It was really nice. Afterwards, we went outside on a hike. We were on a cliff, and we looked down and thought about things. We were upset, but we felt better.

            I was back at my own home with my “wife”?? Maybe a friend or something?? I’m not sure. I did not actually acknowledge who she was in my dream, but she lived with me in my house. There was this weird demonic creature trying to get into ourhouse because it was hungry. It reminded me of Gollum from the Lord of the Rings (God, I need to watch, I was watching epic clips on YouTube yesterday). I went out to try and fight it, but was very ferocious so I jumped into my car and drove away. Somehow we got into the subway. And the creature was running along the walls chasing my wife/friend/woman/person who was also running on the wall which I didn’t really question and I was chasing them both on the ground. I had a knife and I took aim, so I could kill the creature. I didn’t wanna hit the woman, so it took me really long to aim. When I finally did take my shot, it was a direct hit (on the woman). And she fell to the ground, and died. I got her in the neck. I was so devastated, but I woke up after that.

            I went to pee, thinking, “what the fuck goes on in my head. Good thing it’s Sunday so I can write this shit down.”

            I went back to sleep after I peed. I was back to being 18. EmDa was visiting from Cali, and I was home from Cornell. We were having a family dinner, along with my parents, PeDa, and JiDa, and I was telling them about this crazy sick movie I saw (of course talking about the other dream). Dinner was really good. 

Rating: Clean

            So, a bunch of us were on vacation and in a hotel on one floor, which resembled my suite in my dorm. There were three singles and four doubles instead of two of each, and I, of course, was in one of the singles. Each room represented a nation. Apparently we had been it at war in the past, and I had been on the losing side. The other single room next to me – I don’t remember which country it was – but it was in a state of chaos and civil war, and its government had yet to regain control over its territory. France, which was down the hall, was very angry about something and discussing an invasion plan, but I can’t remember why.

I began to hear voices outside my door; they were discussing how I had to pay reparations for the war. Some radical right wingers insisted that they just invade my country and divide my territory amongst themselves. Eventually they smashed my door open, and I tried to stop them. It was RhHe and ShCo. They were actually being very sweet about it, which was strange. They were invading, but they gave me hugs. I begged them not to proceed with the invasion. I even offered them sex as a bribe. RhHe contemplated my offer, but ShCo glared at her, so she declined.

As they continued laying waste to my nation-room, I crawled outside and around. The hallway seemed relatively calm. I peeked into RhHe and ShCo’s room, which was a double. There was some strange girl in there with a cigarette. I didn’t want her to see me, so I crawled back.

RhHe’s mother soon appeared from the single adjacent to mine (the one that had been in a state of civil war at the beginning of the dream, but in my dream, I did not associate her with the war, and she did not appear to have come from a chaotic situation. She was very calm), and she was very angry to see what her daughter was doing. She reprimanded the two invaders, and ordered them to withdraw from my sovereign borders immediately.

While she yelled, I walked out and went to another room, which technically is where the bathroom should have been. There were a bunch of white guys whom I did not recognize, but who appeared to have just woken up. It was around 6 am in my dream, and we were going to go to the beach, but we only had one bathroom, so we had to wait for it to free up, so we all get ready for the beach. We were on vacation after all, war should be no hindrance.

There were four guys: one lying on the bed, one sitting in a chair, and two on the floor beside the bed. I apparently knew the guys fairly well, because I spoke with them, and layed down on the bed next to one. A few minutes after I layed down, the guy in the bed with me disappeared. The wall behind him, and the rest of the dream environment remained mostly the same. I continued to stare at the wall, because I felt as if I was awake, but was convinced I was still dreaming. After a minute or so, the picture began to look like my room. It hadn’t changed, but my perception had a little. 

Rating: Clean

I don’t know where I was. Some shitty looking, run down city. I was walking home, and I heard people screaming and crying and begging for help. I asked what was going on, and some bystanders informed me that they were rounding up a group of people for genocide. He didn’t tell me who they were rounding up, but looked Southeast Asian.

This immediately put me in a state of worry because I had many Southeast Asian friends. I hurried to my friends who were all out on the streets walking somewhere or another. I picked them up, and brought them to by apartment. If I remember correctly, they were two females and one male.

A few hours later, I heard some noise out in the hallway of my apartment building, so I grabbed my rifle (I don’t know why I had one. My dream world must have been in a state of civil war or something causing me to get a rifle, because I am no friend of the second amendment) and prepared to take a look. I looked outside in the hall, and some big ugly Northeast Asian looking men said they taking all of the “______.”

One really nasty White followed me as I returned to my room. We both aimed at one another with our rifles. He pulled the trigger, but his was a water gun. He shot me right in the face. For some reason that made me disarm. We were standing in my room, but my friends had hidden, he said he was going to search my room, and I had no choice to oblige. He found one of the females and the male, but he did not find the third female. I followed him as he took the other two down where everyone was being rounded up. I tried pleading with the higher level officers to stop this. I showed them some books on the Holocaust, Rwanda, Darfur, Armenia, the Kurds, the Native North Americans, the Native South and Central Americans, and Japan during World War II, but to no avail. I woke up when JiYi opened the door to my bedroom, scared the crap out of me, and asked me to go with her to breakfast. Not a particularly fun dream, and I’m not really sure why it happened. 

Rating: Clean

            I was playing Civ, and I was in a fierce war with the Polynesians to the North. Suddenly I saw Greek soldiers near my Northern border, which is strange because Greece is on my southern border. I checked my southern border, and saw that I was already into a war with the Greeks, who I had been to war with 4 times previously. ChMa was fighting on their side, and I was so mad at her, because I could not defeat her. I woke up, realizing that I had to pee.

I was in this weird circus clown place. There were several floors, and a bunch of stairs leading everywhere in different directions. I was not feeling very well. I was kind of sick. There were two super creepy, mad-scientist looking doctors taking me upstairs for treatment. We were in the elevator, and I was wear a hospital gown and was otherwise in my underwear. When we got to the top, I told them I had to use the bathroom, so they said okay, and to bring back a urine sample.

I went one floor down to find the bathroom, but I couldn’t. There were so many stairs in every direction and I couldn’t find anything. I could see down from the balcony that there was some kind of concert show about to be put on. I hoped there would be a bathroom down there, so I went down the stairs. I only found a women’s bathroom.

The room next to it was a supply closet. I was about to use the women’s bathroom, when I saw several of my friends, including MiTi, MaGa, JoSc, and KaKe. I went to sit with them. As far as I can remember, by this point, I was no longer in my underwear, nor did I still need to pee. I sat down to watch the show with them, and it ended up being a presentation about South America. We were about to begin a video on Cuba next. My friends passed me some soda, and it smelled funny, so i asked what it was. They replied, “Cucumber soda.” I drank it. I then decided to put my pen in it for a reason I can’t remember, which caused me not to want to drink it anymore. I woke up, and was sort of upset that I couldn’t finish my cucumber soda. But I was even more upset that I actually woke up sick. I knew this would happen. :/