Dream Diary - February 3rd 2015

Dream Diary - February 3rd 2015

A Chapter by dw817

Scary Carnival / Demand Of Vicodin / Living In The Street / After School Storm / Don't Copy Others' Work / Bad Bathroom Door / Church Is Recalled / Spider Birth / Tax Report In School / Fix A Door


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© February 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.


Dreamed that someone put a live centipede in a chocolate bar I was eating. I took a bite of the centipede and it turned into this pig-like creature.

I looked around and I was in some type of rated R carnival. While there was kinky stuff happening, there was also ultra-violent involving blood and guts. And it was just gross and gruesome.


We're all in jail. Everybody was after this medication. Vicodin I guess. I didn't want any part of it as I remember being prescribed it and falling into a death like sleep where I couldn't tell what day it was or what my name was.

And I had to smash my head over and over in this restaurant. Then things calmed down. I had 3-small shrimp on my plate. I used a knife to cut them up. I was making my food last cause my mind was telling me that I was going to be here for a-while.

Emma, my sister was there. She was dressed really pretty, but was in a corner. She was mad with me. I was mad too for some reason.

Dad was there, he wasn't wearing a shirt and had a long purple bruise on his back. I asked him about it and he said it's all fine. It's part of the therapy that Dottie has him on.

I tried to eat some more of my shrimp but these people kept coming in and demanding Vicodin, which I didn't have - but they thought I did. I had to smash them in the head to show that I didn't have any.

Then I woke up.


Dreamed I was a black orphan living in the street. There is this gang trying to collect new members. They did it by giving out free bakery items. In the back of my head I knew that it was free day old bakery stuff, but they always got to it first, so if I wanted any, I would have to get it from them.

I showed up and asked for some bread. He was very friendly and said sure. In my dream I was ravenously hungry and took a bite of it. Then he said, welcome to the gang.

I told him, I don't want to be part of a gang. He got a serious look on his face and walked from around the table that had the bread on it.

"Are you sure of that ?" he asked in a threatening tone.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

His tone lightened and he laughed, "Well, then you can pay for it. That's a dollar a loaf. You ate one loaf so you owe me a dollar."

I told him, "I don't have any money."

He smiled and said, "That's not a problem - we'll work something out."

I didn't like the tone of that so I started to leave but then he grabbed me. He then beat me to the ground and cut my left wrist straight across. I knew I was going to die.

A newspaper reporter was nearby to see this though and offered to give me a ride to the hospital. I guess I was losing blood and not understanding the offer. I just cried and said I have no Mother or Father.

He said, that's not a problem, we're still going to the hospital, okay ? Here, let me wrap that, and he wrapped this big towel around my wrist to stop the bleeding.

Then he placed this band on me. It locked into place and wouldn't come off. I asked him what that was and he said a digital tag so he could find me if I get lost. Then he picked me up, put me in the back seat of his car, and we were off to the hospital.

As we were driving he said, after this, we'll take you to an orphanage, okay ? I said sure, maybe that'll be better than living in the street. He nodded, yes, it will be. But let's get you fixed up first.

Then I passed out and woke up in bed rubbing my wrist where the bracelet was.


Dreamed I was back in 3rd grade and I was left at school. Everyone else had left but I had a bunch of toys to play with. I had my carry case with me too so I had my favorite calculator, the one that played musical notes when you hit the digits.

I looked at the window and it was raining really hard outside. I remember lightning hit then all of a sudden I started losing my grip. I was floating up to the ceiling. I grabbed on to a desk, anything, to try and hold me down.

But it was no good. Then the ceiling was torn off by the storm and I floated straight up into the heart of it. Thunder blasted and I woke up suddenly realizing it was storming outside


[5] Dreamed I entered a contest for some type of magazine or something. We were supposed to make a picture using crayons and glitter and popsicles. I looked to see what my neighbor in class was doing. He was making these beautiful ships across the water and used toilet paper for the sails. Very creative.

My other neighbor on the opposite side was making a scene of cats and dogs, using broken popsicles for the legs.

But then the teacher got mad at me saying I need to pay attention to my own work. I apologized, but she said that's not good enough.

Then for some reason I realized we were on a moving train and we were in one of the cars and class was being held there.

The teacher picked me up and tossed me out the window where I rolled down the hill and lost consciousness - and woke up.


Dreamed Dad was having a party at his house. I needed to use the restroom so I went to the first and there was someone there. I went to the 2nd and someone was there too. I went to the final 3rd one and someone just left.

I walked in and tried to lock the door but as you know these dreams about doors, they never fit in the slot the right way, the locking mechanism doesn't work right, or the door is warped and people could see in, or the door didn't hinge the right way.

And even if I have the door halfway working right, there is no toilet. There's a sink and a shower but no toilet. And I have to push and punch on the wall because there is one hidden there. And about that point I have people pounding on the door or just coming in to tell me to get out.

Not sure why doors and locks never work right in my dreams but this one was no exception.


Dreamed it was Sunday and I was riding a bicycle from my old apartment to get to church. Fr. Jon was there and so was Dad. Fr. Jon was really mad at me for some reason.

I asked why and he said there is nowhere I can put my bicycle. I disagreed and went to one of the stone benches and locked my bicycle around it's stony leg. He said I can't do that. I asked why.

He said it wasn't intended for that. I then got mad and said, do you want me to come to church at all ?

He got mad too and said, not if you're going to be like this.

I shook my head, disgusted, unlocked my bicycle and started to go home. But as I did I noticed a dark purple storm cloud appearing above the church. Suddenly a bolt of energy shot from the clouds to directly hit the cross.

The entire church lit up with violet energy and it was painful, people were screaming. I know it hurt cause a few tendrils of the energy pulled at me as I was bicycling away, and it was like little electric razors were tearing at my back and legs, causing them to bleed.

Finally I got away. I looked back behind me but there was no church. Just a smoking hole in the ground. Then I woke up in a cold sweat.


[8] Long dream about avoiding spiders. There was this one guy, a friend of mine, I had never met him before.

He was drunk all the time and vomited, and when he did it was little spider eggs that cracked open and spiders ran everywhere.

He said it's not his fault, he has the sickness. And in the back of my head in the dream, I knew there was this thing where a spider would enter your mouth at night and lay eggs and it made you sick and you would throw up spider eggs that hatched when they hit the ground.

It was a very scary dream. Finally I woke up.


Dreamed I was in school. I think 8th grade. I was taking a fairly simple test during class. But I kept having other teachers showing up, interrupting me, and wanting me to do their schoolwork first.

When I looked it wasn't schoolwork but business stuff like you might do in a business. And while I understood it, I argued with them that they need to take this paperwork to a place where they work on taxes and mortgage and stuff.

They got mad at this and issued all the other classmates to leave the room. Then they sat there on the front desk and said, we're going to sit here until you finish your work.

I started to work on it but it was so complex, well out of 8th grade range. Finally the page started spinning and I felt like I was too. I woke up thinking of complex math and numbers.


Dreamed I was staying at Dad's for the day and the the front door to his house was coming down. It was not connecting with the door frame correctly and the lock was a piece of loose metal that kept falling out.

As I was trying to keep the door closed, some kids showed up. They were trying to get in. I pushed the first one down, then more showed up to fight me.

Finally a policeman showed up and asked what the problem was here.

I told him I'm trying to keep these other people out, this is private property, Dad's house, and these people don't belong here. And - this door isn't working correctly.

He leaned over to look at the frame of the door and the bad lock on it. He agreed and said, yep, that's bad. I don't know what you can do. Me and my team maybe able to fix it for you.

So some more police cars showed up and two got in front of my door to prevent any more unwanted entries, and the police that were there then called some carpenters. And they showed up with loud buzz saws, jigsaws, saws, and tables. The noise from them was ridiculously loud !

Finally they did finish the door and it fit perfectly. I tried to open it and then it fell down.

One of the carpenters looked at me angrily and said, don't touch it, that's what ruins it when you touch it.

I got mad and asked, well how am I supposed to close it then ?

Then everyone froze up. It was that scary moment. When you know your dream is going to go very VERY bad. Then everyone had a weird look in their eye and all started coming at me. I woke up in fright.

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