Dream Diary - April 29th 2014

Dream Diary - April 29th 2014

A Chapter by dw817

The Water Gun / Pixel-Perfect / Balanced / Losing Valuables / Lost Friend / Memories In Stone / Invasive Surgery / Special Time Event / Despicable Agents / Secret Ability


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© April 2014 Written by David Wicker
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This will be my new main Tuesday writing and I will add a new listing of 10 of my
dreams every week as long as I can remember or am reminded to do so.


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These entries are Rated: TEEN

Here are 10 more unusual and bizarre dreams I have recorded. And like the others - they seem to go all over the place.


Dreamed I heard a knocking at my front door. I went to investigate and it was a kid with a water gun. I knew if I opened the door he would squirt me so I kept the door closed. But then he shot directly into the lock and got me anyways.

There was so much water I was swimming in it. Finally drowning with all the furniture bobbing to the roof of the house. Then I woke up.


Dreamed I was somehow inside a Gameboy. Everything, including my friends were 16x16 pixels. Items - everything, including houses. And I was waiting in some kind of line to get advanced, like gaining a level. And I could speed it up or slow it down. Finally someone came to me and asked what I wanted.

And my Mom was there and she was rubbing my pixeled hand nervously in hot water. And she gave me a pixeled kiss, and she bought groceries. We were going to have pixeled banana pancakes for breakfast. Then I woke up.


Dreamed about Mom and she had this amazing house. Everything in it was perfectly balanced. It could tip over if you pushed it, but if you didn't, it balanced itself perfectly like a broom. There was some sadness in her too as she said the balance cannot maintain for long and soon it would have to go back to normal - and she didn't want that.

I was telling her it was okay that it didn't matter if it was balanced or not, as long as she still had access to the items there. Then I woke up.


I was working for someone, taking these heavy storage boxes and moving them from one place and the next. The boxes themselves were so poorly constructed the contents inside were falling around the edges.

And it was my stuff that was in there. My DVDs, my videogames, my programming, my stories, they were all unraveling from the sides of the poor boxes.

Finally I set down what I had and went to a store to buy better boxes. My Dad was there as the cashier and said, "We're closed."

But I persisted, I said I need new boxes, the ones I have are falling apart, I'll pay you double, but he was adamant. The store was closed and I had to leave now.

There was something about a Christmas party I was going to, but I was still lugging around these heavy boxes so I didn't think I would make it on time.

Then I woke up.


Dreamed I lost a friend, some kind of communist. I told him that he was a caring person and that he loved other people and - he didn't disagree with me. Then there were demons and they took my friend and tried to to turn him into something evil and twisted.

I was holding on to him with my hands, coaxing him to stay as he was, but the demons were doing their work and soon I was holding hands with what felt like sharp vines and needles.

There is a scene of me watching the president on television and as he speaks my TV buzzes loudly as if denying what he had to say.

Somebody behind me, I don't know who, asked how I felt.

I said I feel dry, stale, I could use something to drink. The voice said, I'm glad you told me, we'll fix you up something right now.

Then the scene changed and I had no legs, I was in a rolling cart pushing myself along with spoons. It was hard work and there was some place I had to be at a certain time and I was pretty sure I wasn't going to make it. Everything smelled of alcohol. Then I woke up.


There is a scene of a girl wanting to write into stone. I see her doing this and warn her that she is defacing property. She looks at me and says no, she is writing in memories which is more important than any law.

I coax her to use spray-paint which I know is still illegal but perhaps less so than carving into stone. She says Graffiti ? I nod my head.

I finally see that she is writing in the important words of Socrates in the stone, but in a language I don't recognize. I start to walk away. There is a bus. I get on board but then the bus starts to buck and heave up and down like there is something terribly wrong with it.

Then it changes and I see that I am the bus driver. Some people in the back are hooting and hollering with laughter, "Keep it up !"

But I have no control over how the bus is running.

Then I wake up.


Something to do with being at the doctor's. They are checking my blood and busy working on my left ear. I was in a very high chair and I was holding onto something for stability. But it wasn't enough. Finally I say I need more room.

Anyways, it was so invasive what they were doing to my ear it hurt. I lowered my head and heard the water running. I thought it was a sink but no, it was a toilet, I was lowering my head in a toilet to stop the burning in my ear and I could hear kids laughing. I turned my head downward to really see it was just a toilet now.

Then it was just a scene from Middle School where I was getting a swirlie and everyone crowded around the stall and someone sat on my head so I couldn't move or get out.

I woke up sweating.


[8] Strange dream, they were closing the Library exactly 11pm at night. But by keeping it open later for a special event it created a time paradox. And there was this large purple cloud funnel like a tornado which was tearing through the building sucking up people, staff, and books.

I was already out the door so I was running away too. Then I woke up.


[9] Dreamed these government agents came down to see me. I had a stun-gun that was like a wrist bangle I was wearing.  It stuck out like a piece of plastic. I shot them with it. There was something about it being fake but because they believed it work they fell to the ground shaking and I managed to get away.

Then the scene changed and there was this demon in a shopping mall that liked the taste of clothes. He was scooping up people, slurping them around, then spitting them out nude after swallowing their clothes. Really strange.


Dreamed about this friend of mine who had long hair and could see into the future. He could do this neat trick where he would roll pennies and they would suddenly stick together. And they'd make wagon wheels with carts and handles and stuff. It was incredible.

And he could also determine if the coin would be heads or tails every time.

Then I was talking to a guy on the Internet about it. Suddenly the computer messed up and rebooted. I looked to see my friend had unplugged the computer and was mad at me for telling others about his ability.

He said I was going to go away. I asked where ? Then he did something with his eyes and I started to get sleepy and got up out of the chair to lay down on the sofa, I couldn't keep my eyes open.

Then I woke up.

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All seem to be scenes of some sort of angst. Like uncontrolled or uncontrollable. Very imaginative and I I.agine vivid.

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I guess the one thing that is the most disturbing, Mark is, I'm having a dream, and then a new dream.. read more

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