My Night Life

Broken Life

2008-11-14T13:39:00.004-05:00

11-13-08 After a long drought there is a drip in the dream well. I am in Spring Hill attending Nicole's Uncle's funeral. After a long drive spent reading and trying to have conversation with Nicole we attend a late viewing and finally end up at a Quality Inn with Macho and Dragan. The entire day has left me feeling more awkward and displaced than usual. Everyone around me is engulfed in sorrow and emotions which leaves me feeling dispassionate. I stay up reading alone for around an hour before passing out.

I am outside the Quality Inn with Nicole and Dragon and we are going to kill someone or some people. I have a fire axe and the others are armed with dark blunt objects. A family walks pass heading for the stairs. I lunge forward and sink the axe into the fathers back. I notice that Nicole and Dragan are engaging the rest of the family. There is a short chase and it seems my victim might get away.

I awaken(false) in the hotel. I know I have done somthng wrong. I am alone in the room and on the bed opposit of me is a pile of bloody chunks. This is the evidense of my crime. I grab a small cloth bag and start stuffing the chunks into it. I gaze at the mess and realize the chunks are actually dead featuses. There could be 60 of them and they are at different stages of development, some very small meaty bits and some almost fully developed. I must hide them. I rip the window curten from its rod and wrap it around the evidence. I stuff it under the bed. It then occurs to me that ripping the curten off was a bad idea and will invoke suspician. I am worried.

I am now outside the hotel once agian. Dragan is there with me. He has a smile on his face and a gun in his hand. He takes aim and shoots at a young black boy walking down the 2nd floor walkway. Dragan misses and the boy starts running. Dragon yells "you ain't seen my face!" I awaken (for real this time). Im worried for a few seconds befor I realize what just happened.

When day brings joy, Night brings grief

2008-02-25T10:26:00.004-05:00

2-25-08 I've had a long Sunday i'm very tired when I get to bed around 11:30. Sleep is deep and good until my alarm wakes me at 6:30am. Forgetting that I want to stop using my snooze button I set the clock to give me another full hour. This dream occurs during that snooze.

I'm not going to go into great detail about this dream because it involves some sensitive real life situations. I'm in bed listening to a conversation between my wife and a friend. I overhear something , a slip, in the conversation that reveals an infidelity. I become enraged, which rarely happens in my dreams, or in real life. I stare out my kitchen window contemplating what I'm going to do. I wake up about 30 seconds before my alarm rings.

I wake feeling emotional. The entire dream was vivid and in color. I am so relieved. I realize that I snoozed later than I wanted and rush into the shower.

Return to the huge bathroom

2008-02-22T08:17:00.001-05:00

2/22/08 - I am feeling better now except for some painful muscle tension in my neck. I had 2 shots of whiskey a few hours ago, played some Metriod, and checked me email before turning in around midnight. I tried meditating in bed but found it hard to concentrate.

I'm in a huge house that somewhat reminds me of one of my grandmothers many homes off Bayview. I am wet from the pool but I don't recall swimming. I take off my wet shorts. I'm standing in the master bedroom. There is a huge bed in the middle of the room. The perfect white carpet reminds me of my grandmothers home more than anything. I walk into the bathroom and I'm not surprised to see that it is the largest bathroom I have ever seen. At least 4 rooms connected by a hallway. The walls tiled in a very dark blue. Very clean and expensive looking. There is a group of people standing in the hall that I can't identify but i believe them to be friends who where over for the pool party at this house. They seem surprised that I am naked, and I'm surprised that they are all clothed. I walk into the shower room which resembles a public locker room shower but very high class looking. I start bathing.

Nicole wakes me, returning from her night out. I fall back asleep. When my alarm wakes me in the morning I try to recall my dreams but I draw a blank. The dream doesn't come to me until I start to take a real shower.

This is the second occurrence of this scene in my dreams that I remember. The last I had at least a few months ago. The large house that feels like my grandmothers with the huge bathroom. One difference is that in the last dream I walked further into the bathroom and entered the toilet room which is filled with urinals and toilet stalls. That room was crowded with people and everything seemed very dirty, like a school bathroom, in contrast the cleanliness of this dream.

Nothing is right this night, at Sanibel Island

2008-02-21T10:32:00.001-05:00

2/21/2008 - I've been sick, spending the last 3 days in vegetative state at home. Fighting off the "Florida Flue", as its been called. I turned in early last night, around 11. The sleep was deep and effective. I was awakened around 4am by Nicole returning home with TV and blasting the 'real' TV. My dream occurred between then and 6:30am when my alarm sounded.

We are off to Sanibel island for vacation again. This time its just me, mom, and Tris. We arrive at night in some sort of SUV. It might be Glen's truck but I'm not sure.

Its very dark out, which is normal and contributed to the lack of street lights, busy roads, and cities. We quickly unload the car but I never go into our cabin. I notice that I haven't packed anything! No clothes, music, or games. This leaves me feeling a bit confused.

The setting is new, we are parked at two story duplex cabin that I've never seen in real life. The ground is composed of beach sand and the faint shadows of large trees block most of the sky. The other room is occupied by two unfamiliar women, in their 20's. They are sitting at the picnic table between the doors into our rooms. At this moment I begin to notice that the cabin is in pretty bad shape. The white planked walls are dirty, water damaged, and chipping. The table is covered in badly soiled sheets. I start making comments to the girls about the condition of the place. They seem as disgusted as me. I start to notice what seems to be blood on the sheets. I grab the linen and pull it off the table. Slime and insects fall from the folds as I pull. I display the sheets to the girls and mom and proclaim we can't stay in this place. I then hold up a corner of a sheet that has a hand print stained in blood. Trails of brownish red streak down from the print.

The girls begin discussing where they are going to go. Deciding that I should try to do somthing with them and remembering that I forgot all my gear at home I ask if they would like to take the long trip home with me and find somewhere to have some fun. I am surprised when thye quickly agree. BEEEEEEEP!

I awaken with my mind racing and memories of this dream fresh in my head. It is not until noon that I decide to start this blog and commit my memories.