Dream Diary - June 2nd 2015

Dream Diary - June 2nd 2015

A Chapter by dw817

Bound By Swamp / Ice-Skating Reindeer / Water Works / Bluebird Of Happiness / Not As They Appear / Prisoner Of War / The Future Of Gaming / Shrinking Interests / Human Suppression / Yellow Diamonds



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© June 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. BTW, I have determined that I have on the average 25-dreams in one week's time. Now, on with the dreams !


[1] Somehow the contents of some woman's purse got mixed up with the contents of my wallet.

I was sitting on a plastic macrame chair and the waves of it were going in and out of my back. I was balanced on a pier out in the middle of a swamp and I had a handful of stuffed animals - but it was too many - and some fell out of my grip into the swamp.

I used my floating ability and left the chair to hover a few inches above the swamp to try and see if I couldn't recover any of them. But they were lost in the murky depths.

So I decided to leave. I pushed the air beneath my hands and started to ascend into the sky.

There was this plastic storybook I met higher up that was telling stories. It just flipped back and forth its pages somehow and spoke and it had no batteries so I wasn't sure how it was doing it.

I decided to listen. It was speaking words of, how important is a wall, and how much would I pay for one ?

I asked the book, it depends on what kind of wall you are referring to ?

At that point I woke up.


[2] Dreamed I was in a comic book store. There was this comic I was reading that had great artwork in it and told the story of a superhero who tried to suppress his super powers, which was to create small things out of the air in his hands.

He just wanted to live a normal life - but he couldn't because all of his friends knew of what he could do and were always asking him to make things for them.

I looked at the back of the comic to see the photo of the author and realized it was the same person who was working behind the counter in the store.

I brought the comic up to him and pointed at the picture and him. Then I said, "You do great work here !"

He smiled a bit but didn't say anything. I noticed he was looking right at me for more than a minute. Finally he spoke, "Come here for a second."

I went back up to the counter. "What's your name ?" he asked.

"David." I replied. But I was pretty sure he couldn't hear it because just then I realized bass music was playing loudly in the store.

I repeated it. Finally I think he understood. Then he spoke again, "I need you to do me a favor, David."

"What is that ?"

He handed me this costume. Then we both left the store and went to this ice-skating rink. It had to have been the middle of winter because I could see snow on the ground.

We finally arrived. He told me to try on the costume and he wanted to see how good an ice-skater I was. I walked in the bathroom and looked at the costume. It was some type of Christmas reindeer, possibly Rudolph.

I changed into it and stepped out. He smiled and said, "Okay, let's see how well you can ice-skate now."

I shook my head, "I'm really not very good."

"Try." he said.

I nodded and went out on the ice. And I guess because this was a dream I could ice-skate, and WELL ! I was running rings around everyone there and they applauded I think because they thought I was part of some show since I was dressed like a reindeer.

Suddenly a wall slid away and I was sliding from the rink to outside ! The streets were iced over so I was still skating. I whizzed by this grocery store and decided to enter.

Inside the store were two guys that were trying to ice-skate themselves but they were doing a bad job of it.

I breezed on in easily enough and twirled rapidly with my hands at my sides bending my elbows, which brought another round of applause.

But then I hit something in the ground that wasn't ice and I pitched off to one side to careen through the store window !

The glass broke in many pieces and I fell down to the ground. The applause quickly turned to laughter and I couldn't even stand up because beneath me was solid ice and there was no sure footing.

It was not good. Then I woke up.


[3] Dreamed I had received a free invitation to see this performance at Bass Hall. I had thought it was going to be a play, but no, it wasn't. Instead it had to do with water.

There were colored lights shining on the stage and this large set of fountains that were spraying water and being lit up by the lights beneath them. Then people dressed in beautiful rainbow clothes started dancing around the water but they didn't get wet because the sprays were over their heads.

I was watching absolutely mesmerized when this dog jumped into my lap. He was all muddy and shook himself spraying dirt and muck all over me.

I looked down to myself to see I was wearing a nice business suit with a tie, ruined because of the dog.

I pushed the dog out of my lap, or rather I tried. Then the scene changed. I was in someone else's house.

It was with a woman that had a cat. She had a cage with her that had 3 mice in it, and she said she was going to give the mice to the cat. I told her not to do so as that would kill the cat.

She smiled and nodded, "Yes, that's how it works."

So then I was trying to wrest the cage from her. The cat ran out the cat-door up front and suddenly the cage popped open and the 3 mice jumped out and ran away on the carpet.

The scene changed again and I was in someone else's house. He was a millionaire. I was looking at one interesting vase that had a bas relief design when it suddenly fell on the floor and broke.

The owner was standing right next to me. "I'm sorry." I offered. "I can pay, I think, how much was that vase ?"

"A little over 400 thousand dollars." he replied angrily.

"Well I can't pay that !" I retorted back. Then I pointed at him, "You shouldn't have such valuables in easy reach where they can be broken."

"What are you saying !?" he shouted.

"Just that it wouldn't be broken if you had put it in a glass case or something."

That defused him. He scratched his chin for a second, "You know, you're right about that. Okay, so it's my fault. I'll get some glass cases for my other vases and valuables so they can be seen but not touched. I think you saved me some money today so I want you to have this."

And he handed me a credit card.

"How much is on it ?" I asked him.

"A little over a million dollars, spend as you like it." he said.

"But - I thought you were a millionaire yourself ?"

"Just because I am called a millionaire doesn't mean I have =EXACTLY= one million dollars, it means I have under a billion dollars or I'd be called a billionaire."

"So how much money do you have ?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Counting the estate, stocks, liquid, and the bank, A little over 700 million, so this is just a friendly gesture for the good advice you've given me today." He held his hand out magnanimously.

I turned the credit card over to look at it when I woke up suddenly.


[4] Dreamed I was with my sister. Unlike her living on a farm in this dream she was living out of her car and money was very tight. I know in the back of my mind that she owed Gramma a little over $2,000 and she was always looking for work to try and pay back her debt.

It was late at night and I was sleeping in the back seat when this colorful bird came tap-tapping on the window. I rose to look and then the bird spoke. I couldn't hear it properly so I rolled down the windows to see what he had to say.

The bird was telling me that it could see the future and things were definitely going to get better for me and my sister from here. My sister from the front seat suddenly made a grab out the window where the bird was.

"What are you doing ?" I asked her.

"Trying to catch this amazing bird ! Can you imagine how much he must be worth ?"

I shook my head. "I'm pretty sure that things getting better doesn't entail that we capture the messenger of these good tidings."

She ignored me and made another grab. The bird turned his back and there was thick black hair coming out the scalp. She grabbed on to it but it was slick and oily and the bird easily flew away.

I was about to chastise my sister further for her actions when suddenly the car was pelted by many many black birds, grackles I think they were. I woke up hearing rain pelting outside, it was raining.


[5] Dreamed that I was a famous science fiction writer. My current story was about this bunny that was going to conquer the world. And he had a whole army of cute pixies and sprites to help him. But there was this protector vigilante spider that was always getting in the way of the bunny's plans.

The bunny himself was pink and cute and the spider was black and scary. It was interesting in that the bunny was pure evil and the spider was pure good, but they appeared to be their opposites. So people supported the bunny and shunned the spider.

I pulled out a sheet from the typewriter that contained the last page to the chapter I was working on. Then I woke up.


Dreamed I was a prisoner of war. I had a vague memory of a World War 3, but it wasn't like the other wars. It was done on a technological basis and soldiers came and rounded us up and put us into divisions.

Where I was it was a strange sort of prison. I felt like I was 10-years old and the prison was a school, complete with a playground and everything  - but after school we were told to pick a place in the hallway and sleep until morning.

Food was provided by the cafeteria, and most importantly and tragic, none of us could ever see our parents again. The classes were really a type of brainwashing thing, while they were teaching us incredible and phenomenal things regarding mathematics they were also teaching us terrible values, things that soldiers would need to know and embrace.

Like it's okay to shoot someone as long as they are wearing a mask.

They were going to make soldiers out of all of us when we were old enough. I tried to escape several times and one time I nearly made it but was stopped by this strange girl in her 20s.

She at first said she was going to help me, but then she tied me up to the school flagpole. I asked her what she was doing. She said she was helping me. From what, I asked ?

"From yourself." she told me. Then I woke up.


[7] Dreamed of this new and advanced portable gaming machine. It had only two buttons up front for your thumbs and 8-more in the back for your other fingers. Not only could you play games with it but type on it.

You would hold down the left thumb, right thumb, or both, and then press any of the 8-buttons on the back to do rapid speed typing. You could also put on a setting that made the unit partially transparent so you could see your fingers in the back to better help you coordinate your keystrokes.

You could send text messages with it and dial up people using it like a phone too. It had no actual data inside itself except for the operating system.

The games and other applications were sent from a series of signals sent and directed straight into the unit. So graphics, music, and ability were higher than any other system made, even desktop computers, since the graphics and audio that were sent were done originally on a super computer and then sent via ethernet straight into the portable hand-held gaming unit.

And yes, you had to pay monthly, but one advantage of the system was there was no piracy. Since no files were ever stored on the unit and were always constantly being streamed, there was no way to pirate any of the games or files.

I was messing with this device in a game store seriously wanting to buy it when I suddenly woke up.


[8] Kind of an in-the-middle dream. Where I know something happened before to get where I was, but where I was now was later.

I was very small, not even inches high but centimeters. It had something to do with a chemical reaction to the shampoo I used, and - that reminds me of another story I need to write, so I'll try and explain.

I came across this unlabeled shampoo in a one dollar store. I sniffed it and it smelled good so I washed my hair with it.

When I went to work I had an immediate reaction. Everyone basically said I looked good and SMELLED good. I decided to take a bubblebath in it that evening when I had inadvertently left the bottle beneath one of my black light lamps where I had posters from the '60s.

When I got home I didn't even noticed that the shampoo was glowing until I poured it in the tub. Then I laughed at how it glowed in the dark and wasn't the least bit afraid and even turned out the lights in the bathroom to fully enjoy it.

As I used it, it not only still smelled great but how it cleared up every single wrinkle in my face, the arthritis in my wrists, and my eyes took on a very beautiful blue hue, almost glowing from behind.

The next day I was at work people were so enamored with the way I looked they followed me everywhere. Until I was called in the boss's office.

My boss told me that my duties were to change. No longer was I a data entry specialist but a go-fer. I would sit in her office in a chair and if she needed me to get something, I would. It was clear to me that she also really liked the way I looked and smelled and wanted to have me much like an attractive silk ficus in her office.

It was only a few days later my clothes started to get big on me, or rather I started to get small. At first I joked that I was losing weight because of my diet, but then all at once I woke to find I was just a foot high and struggling to get my underwear off my head !

I was so frightened that I hid. My friend had a key to my apartment and as he was looking for me I started to shrink more and more. And - that is where the dream started out, with a memory of all of the events that led up to this.

I started to shrink more and more and finally thought I could see bubbles or spheres appear in the air. Then I woke up.


I Woke up wondering what the word, "brezhnev" meant.


[9] Dreamed I was in a class that taught human behavior. We were talking about human suppression. At first I thought this was going to be an important study when the teacher called a student to the front of the class.

She had them lie down on the floor. I puzzled my lip watching and then she suddenly sat right down on his face with her thin pink skirt ! There was a muffled voice from the student and then he was silent. It was clear he was suffocating from the twitches in his arms and legs - but he didn't dare put a hand on her person.

My eyes were wide with shock. Finally she spoke, "This is human suppression."

Suddenly the student pulled a knife out of his pocket and stabbed the teacher right in the back !

"Banal matricide !" I said suddenly. The teacher reached around to pull out the knife and showed the class it was a trick knife, she wasn't harmed in the least. Then she walked over to where I was sitting and spoke.

"Matricide, yes indeed. Very good, David. I see you've been studying."

I shook my head in confusion, "What does this have to do with human nature ?"

She leaned her hands on my desk and I could see ample bosoms.

"Just this. We claim to be good and kindred spirits yet some of us are always finding ways of putting others down - to compensate for the poor luck and lives we have. It is the hidden element inside us all."

"On the floor ?" I asked.

She tucked a whisp of hair behind her ear, "If you like, David."

"This is really more like bully behavior." I muttered to myself.

She caressed my face with a careless hand, "A plus, David. Full marks."

She stood up to speak loudly so everyone could hear, "Yes. Bullies. One and the same from those that suffer within ! Write that down, class."

At that point I woke up.


[10] Dreamed I had made a type of time machine with a yellow diamond. I was researching the ability of shooting a laser off of a spinning edifice of a precious nature. It apparently created a ripple, an unnatural rift, a distortion if you will.

I was somehow able to collect and capture this ripple. To hook wires to it's edges and control it. Tell it what I wanted and my will was bid. I wanted to travel through time. And I did. Or so I thought.

I was gently entering values and numbers when I sneezed suddenly and accidentally hit a digit that was not part of the whole.

The machine I was in rocked and careened crazily, suddenly leaping centuries through times in seconds. I felt like my body was being pulled apart. And then I heard a sound, a very unnatural one, from behind me.

There was this sinewy skeletal being that had grabbed on to the back of my time machine and was being dragged through the centuries. Pieces of flesh and bone and blood were foaming and flying off at high speed, yet still this monstrosity hung on.

Then it faced me and I saw yellow diamonds in it's eyes. Then I woke up in fright.

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*whistles* That was... how to describe it? Intense I suppose. Intimate, in a sort of this-is-inside-my-mind kind of way and Captivating like all get out. It's crazy, isn't it how our dreams so often take us to the climax and then decide 'You know, I don't really feel like continuing this. Next please!'
Great job and cool dreams. :)
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Wall Of Words, your avatar looks familiar. Did you change your alias ? :)
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Wall of Words

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I was Sylvia previously, but I thought this one suited so much better. XD
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I'll be there, Sylvia. Glad you're enjoying these ...


*whistles* That was... how to describe it? Intense I suppose. Intimate, in a sort of this-is-inside-my-mind kind of way and Captivating like all get out. It's crazy, isn't it how our dreams so often take us to the climax and then decide 'You know, I don't really feel like continuing this. Next please!'
Great job and cool dreams. :)
Wall of Words

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6 Years Ago

Wall Of Words, your avatar looks familiar. Did you change your alias ? :)
And yes, someone on.. read more
Wall of Words

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I was Sylvia previously, but I thought this one suited so much better. XD
Can't wait for next.. read more

6 Years Ago

I'll be there, Sylvia. Glad you're enjoying these ...

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