Dream Diary - September 30th 2014

Dream Diary - September 30th 2014

A Chapter by dw817
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Robot Battle / Wicked Waterbed / Galactic Spy / Aldorean On The Bus / Friendly Flea / Mismatched Dolls / Crash Of The Company / Shady Sales / Candy At The Ward / Forward Sailing

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THE DREAM DIARY
© October 2014 Written by David Wicker
Please do not reprint without permission


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.

[ CHOOSE A DIFFERENT SET ]

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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.





ROBOT BATTLE

[1]
Dreamed I had written this robot in the BlitzMax programming language and entered him in a robotic battle competition. While he won, he was sweating drops of water and, as the programmer, I had no idea why - and wondered if some code has written itself.


WICKED WATERBED

[2]
Someone is beating me in the face. I try to wake up but can't and arrive in my bed with a white cat staring at me, which is odd since I have a black cat, Isis.

The scene changes and Chris has a waterbed filled with gasoline and there are people smoking cigarettes, pipes, and cigars all over it. Finally someone laughs and lights a match and the whole thing goes off. The smell of burnt flesh.

Finally I wake up.



GALACTIC SPY


[3]
Dreamed I was a secret agent, a spy for another planet, investigating Earth. Me and a group of others are collecting flashlights, light bulbs, and other items that light up, thinking they are rare and beautiful artifacts.

I also remember, "Pleased to meet you." was one of the audio verbal passwords to get through the door where we stored the artifacts.


ALDOREAN ON THE BUS

[4]
I was on the bus and a woman there made me a heart out of tinfoil. I asked her how she did it. She explained and showed me, but then she snaked out a 3rd hand from beneath her frock and right then I said, "You're Aldorean."

Later I looked up the word and it apparently has no definite meaning.


FRIENDLY FLEA

[5] Dreamed I had a pet flea that could talk to me. He would sit on my shoulder and take messages. A dog came along though and when I looked on my shoulder, there was a small pink square. In tiny print it was clear the flea was giving me quitting papers and joined the dog.



MISMATCHED DOLLS

[6]
I was creating African-American dolls in this toy factory. Suddenly everyone had to get up leave and we had to go outside the building. The dream was blurry but I think there was a fire and that's why we had to get out.

Later when I returned I tried to find the doll I was working with. I even named it, "Wicker" but all the figures I could find in returning were named, "Whicker."

The boss comes by and asks how my doll is coming along, I tell him I lost it, and he explodes in anger. Then I wake up.


CRASH OF THE COMPANY


[7]
I find myself escaping from this ridiculous company that had a motto of, "You can do it yourself."

And, literally the products we made in there were incomplete, often broken, and we sold them with the understanding that the purchasers would actually put them together or repair them on their own time.

Needless to say the company was failing miserably. I remember working at a bench that had a sign which read, "Find ketchup. Find this, find that."

Someone walked by and said, "We're all going to crash land in our survival pods." then winked at me. Then I woke up.


SHADY SALES

[8] I was trying to get change for $500 from this shady guy. He gave me these pieces of paper and said, sure these are worth $50 each. I accepted them, then I went to go see a proprietor at the movies and they were selling these snacks.

There was a sign that said they would take any sized bill. I laughed and wondered if concessions for movies were this expensive now. I gave him one of my $50 bills and he returned it saying, these aren't worth anything.

I looked and it was the size and shape of a $50 bill, but the back of it was blank except for what was written in pen, I.O.U. $50.

I tried to find the shady guy but he was gone, along with my $500 and I had these worthless pieces of paper.

So I tapped my finger with my thumb to reverse time a bit and caught him running away. I pounced on him and demanded back my $500. What was odd was, he not only didn't have it, but he sincerely said he had never seen me before - and I believed him.

I didn't know what to make of him as he slowly walked away, just as bewildered as I was.


CANDY AT THE WARD

[9] I was somehow back in the ward, but being strapped down in bed. I felt a pain in my neck, a sharp needle and I heard a woman's polite voice say, "This will help relax you."

I nodded, not being able to do much else. Then she said, "I also have some candy for you - the other guys have already had theirs."

I nodded but then pulled on the straps to try and get free - then I woke up.


FORWARD SAILING

[10]
I made this folding tricycle that had a wind sail and always traveled forward no matter which way the wind blew. It had something to do with the way I designed the sail, which was a sharp arc at the top and a lazy arc at the bottom, is how I described it when I showed it to would-be investors.

But then it was fantasy in that the thing folded and folded AND folded, until it fit in the palm of your hand.





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