Dream Diary - January 6th 2015

Dream Diary - January 6th 2015

A Chapter by dw817

WWJFP / Stolen Cookies / Drawer Boy / Missing Pixie / Top Secret Nintendo / All About LEGO / No Competition / Say No To Drugs / Arrest That S.O.B. / Tupperware Returns


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© January 2015 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.

Apologies for the delay. Apparently the roof to my home is caving in from the rain. The last people to work on it painted my ceiling white to cover the spots - instead of actually fixing the roof - this is what I am understanding now.

Now everything is shifted and I'm having to sleep on the floor till they finish as my packing boxes are all piled up on the bed and they said they need to get around the bed to fix the ceiling first, then the roof.

And I've slept on the floor before, with the right air blowing from a fan and a comforter, it's not so bad.

And I am being told this is a huge task, it's covered by insurance, but it means they will be dismantling my entire ceiling and taking the whole thing down to repair it - SIGH.

Maybe I should take photos as they work on it ?

Anyways, here goes with today's Dream Diary entries.


Very long and involving dream that I was in church. For some reason I had many of my personal possessions with me in a bag. I wasn't sure if I was homeless or moving.

But then the preacher came down, picked up my bag and raised my hand in the air so everyone could see it and said, "Now, isn't this a nice donation he has given for the poor !"

And I tried to argue with him, "No, these are my possessions."

And he said, "Actually, they belong to God, son."

I gave him a look and he gave me one back. I guess I couldn't argue with him on that point. And then he went to the front of the church to open my bag and detail all what I had.

But one thing I noticed, except for a few cereal box covers which I'm never without, he started taking the truly valuable items for himself, and the congregation didn't seem to mind.

Finally I raised my voice, "Hey !"

"Yes ?" he said.

"Didn't you say those belong to God ?"

"Yes, that is true, and I am a man of God, so they go to me."

"Look, I'll call the police. You're stealing from me."

The preacher then pointed a hand out to the congregation, and there in the 3rd row, the whole pew was filled with policeman and police-women. They looked at the preacher and waved friendly - apparently they weren't going to do jack.

I woke up punching mid-air.


Dreamed I was very young. I was with Grandma Ruth. I was with me was my sister, Kay, and somebody else and we were all like 6 or 7 years old. She was babysitting us.

I know Kay was up in a cabinet trying to get to the cookie jar. My sister was approaching, apparently she was going to get some cookies and I didn't like that. It was a narrow space between the door so I grabbed the frame in front and behind pushing with my hands and bare feet. I rose up a few feet and positioned myself with my butt right up against her.

She turned her head and cried out in frustration, "Gammy, Davey's got his bootie in my face again !"

Grandma called out from sitting on a rocking chair, "Dave, why can't you play nice with your sister ?"

I replied back loudly, "Cause she's getting free cookies that's why !"

With that I heard a loud snap. It was a belt she carried and she would paddle any of us that was in real trouble. At the moment that would be Kay who had his hands filled with cookies he stole from Grandma's cookie jar.

I jumped down in a heartbeat and put on my best innocent face.

Her impending form walked right by me and bee-lined for Kay who was still standing up in the cabinets with the look of a trapped animal.

I laughed and woke up.


Dreamed I was very small, like Tom Thumb. I was also taking some kind of medication for mental health. And somehow that meant I had to stay in my drawer and not leave it.

Well, since I couldn't leave my drawer I started to fix it up nice like a little computer room and have security so the drawer wouldn't open unless you had the right password.

I started to think of advanced coding, and you really can't do that while you're dreaming - so I woke up with math in mind.


Dreamed I was in the back of some grocery store cleaning with a mop when I saw a computer screen in there that had a small girl on it. I reached over to her and she bounced out of the screen onto my finger.

The first thing she said was odd, "Are you doing this or is it just in your head ?"

"What do you mean ?" I asked.

"Me being here. Is this something you did or am I just a figment of your imagination ?"

"I'm not sure." I paused for a moment, "Wait - do you have a pulse ?"

She reached a tiny finger over to feel her wrist. A moment later she replied, "Yes, I have a pulse."

I nodded, "Then I guess you're not made up. You're real somehow."

"Great ! So when do we get ice cream ?"

"I - hadn't thought of that. Do you have a particular flavor in mind ?"

"Vanilla. Has to be vanilla."

"Fine with me." I tossed down the mop and started to walk into the walk-in freezer to find a carton. But then everything misted away and suddenly I was alone in a great frozen waste, and it was freezing - and the little girl that was in the palm of my hand was gone too.

I looked in all directions but could only see a wilderness with no trees or flora in sight anywhere. I shuddered and woke up clapping my hands to my shoulders.


[5] Dreamed of having this rare Nintendo game that was somehow from the military for training purposes. I was just booting it up when there was a loud knocking at my door.

It was the military and they were asking about their game. I said, sure, I have it - but then it got ugly - they grabbed me, forced my hands behind me and cuffed me.

I was read the
Miranda and hauled off into the back of a police car. I told them it was just a game but I heard a voice from a speaker in the back that said, "That was no game."

I tried to argue that physically, it was just a game, a Nintendo cartridge when suddenly the car accelerated and I somehow flew through the trunk and onto the pavement.

I got scraped up badly and the car zoomed on ahead of me. I gingerly touched my elbow which was bleeding and then woke up.


Dreamed I was visiting a friend of mine who was really into LEGOs. Not just his sculptures but furniture, cabinets, walls, everything was made out of LEGOs. I tried to pick out a brick to show him how inefficient it is to make walls out of LEGOs, but couldn't.

He told me they were solid steel and glued together. At that point I was pretty well amazed. The LEGOs he had were made out of brick, steel, glass, and wood with very few plastic except for some sample erections he was doing.

I was talking comfortably with him when I got up to use the restroom. And it was a nightmare in there !

All the fixtures were made out of LEGOs and I didn't know what or where the toilet was. Suddenly the ceiling lifted and I saw him peering down at me, gigantic in size.

"I hope you like your new home." he told me.

It was then I realized I had apparently shrunk in size and was perfect for the LEGO home he built. I tried to complain but I don't think he could understand my tinny voice. He just smiled, put back the ceiling, and then everything went dark.

I woke up buried under the covers.


I dreamed of a world where there was no advertising. Everything was at a fixed price rate. There was no competition - and because of this, there were no breakthroughs in technology or achievements.

It was all very drab until someone picked up a rubber band and wrapped it around his wrist and said, look ! A bracelet !

A sinister looking vehicle approached and arrested him. Apparently independent thinking like this was outlawed and owed to the fact everything stayed the same - if you tried to break the mold, you would get arrested.

I guess it wasn't too bad. I went shopping and bought what I needed. I knew the food would taste fairly good, the kitchen supplies I bought, fairly good quality.

But not great, and not bad either. I woke up looking down at one of my wrists where the thumb was overlapping the fingers, I guess in thinking.


[8] Dreamed of a TV series that used stop-motion recording. It showed people climbing up and down stairs. There were lunches for people down the stairs and it was very windy - which was difficult to portray with stop-motion except by fluttering the shirts they wore.

Suddenly I was one of the figures and the wind grabbed me and tossed me high into the air - and I came back down again, without getting hurt.

But where I landed was very bad territory. There were gangs and people doing drugs and needles and stuff. I guess I was part of a
Say No To Drugs campaign, but unfortunately, I was living the words like it was a real and dangerous place to be.


Dreamed of being on a school bus. While I was situated up front there was this black fellow behind me, very tall and muscular looking that was being incredibly loud, rude, and obnoxious.

When asked to be quiet he launched into them with a mouthful of profanity and bad language.

Curiously enough there was this really cute policewoman on board who was just smiling at the whole thing.

Seeing that he wasn't affecting her he got right up in her face and started insulting her, LOUD, and right up against her. She just smiled wider. I was about to say something to her when she suddenly grabbed the tip of his elbow and twisted it around.

In a flash he fell down to his knees in pain and she pulled his other arm behind him. If I thought he was talking rude before, now he was livid with foul language. She handcuffed his hands behind him, read him his rights, and started to get off with him handcuffed on the next stop.

I was curious so I tapped her arm on the way out. She looked at me.

"Yes ?"

"He's under arrest ?"

"Yes he is."

"Umm - can I ask what for ?"

"For being an a*****e."

She gave me a knowing wink and then ushered him off the bus and I saw a police-car drive up, ready to take him to the police station. Everybody was quiet until he was pushed into the back seat. When the door closed everyone on the bus suddenly whooped and cheered in his absence.

I smiled a little myself but wondered if you could get arrested just for being rude and noisy.

Perhaps I was to learn something from this. Behave - especially in public.


I was dreaming I was back at camp. There was this counselor who was teaching us how to push air out of

For some reason this was important and we were to show the other camps situated at the same location how to get the most amount of air out of the Tupperware by burping it.

We were to receive these little golden stars that were good for special snacks and treats if we could sell them to the other camps as well.

Really a strange dream as I've never been to a Tupperware party before.

Apparently I did good. I received this little plastic coin, fed it into this machine at the cafeteria and a container of applesauce came out. I woke up then.

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