Dream Diary - December 1st 2015

Dream Diary - December 1st 2015

A Chapter by dw817

Unwanted House Guests / Pressing Against Air / Methods Of Escape / Doctor Whom / The Ninja Cop / Stage Of Epilepsy / Racial Tension / Bad Dad Revisited / Wanted By The Police / Clearly Out Of Focus



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© December 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.


[1] Dreamed that Dad had leased out the house to complete strangers. While I still had my room, when I went in the kitchen there was some type of party going on.

While it by no means looked professional, one person stopped me from entering by asking if I had an invitation.

"An Invitation ? I LIVE here !"

"We all live here !" and they laughed. I walked around a bunch of people, got myself a soda from the fridge and left.

"And don't come back !" someone yelled after me and there was rude laughter.

I was back in the living room and I saw other people lifting up Dad's couch and trying to take it out through the front door. It was then I woke up.


[2] Dreamed I worked for a team of ninjas that were not held liable for any damage or injuries unlike regular law enforcement. We were called if a job was to be done with extreme prejudice.

I remember being in a room and there was a fellow applying to join us. His name was Gregori Vulpin. I remember that clearly.

The scene changed and I was outside pushing against the air to try and stay off the ground, but it was hard work as there was no wind in the air and I almost fell in the middle of traffic.

Then I woke up.


[3] Dreamed that Dad got me this interesting glass ball. When you bounced it, the pictures would change on it.

It had pictures of Teddy Bears, some parks me and Dad went to, and some Birthday get-togethers.

The scene changed and I was in some type of arena fighting a large alien from another planet. He had to have been 15-feet tall. I remember taking my glass ball and bouncing it off his head. He collapsed at once and there was thunderous cheering around me.

Then a dimensional portal appeared and rabbits started pouring out of it. Too many rabbits ! It was some type of mistake, I was running away then almost stepping on the bunnies that were underfoot.

Then I woke up.


[4] I dreamed that I was in a Doctor Who episode. Rose Tyler was my girlfriend and the situation was reversed. It was the Doctor asking me to travel with him but leave Rose behind.

There was a scene where both me and her were in the park. Then a massive rocketship sailed past in the sky bearing a sign, "The Enterprise Will Be."

I asked a different picnicker about it and they said, NASA is building a ship like the Starship Enterprise. We've got the technology to do it today.

"What about teleportation ? You know, when you energize ?" I asked.

The smiled and looked up to the banner, "One thing at a time, man."

Then a bunch of other advanced jets and rockets streamed past emitting colored smoke to bear a beautiful rainbow. People at the park oohed and ahhed at how pretty it was.

Then there was this deep sound, almost too deep to hear, and this futuristic jet roared past in a blue streak, at least 9 times the speed of sound. My own glasses broke in the aftershock and I was dumbstruck to the ground. Then I woke up.


[5] Dreamed I was in a grocery store late at night buying some cat food for Isis. It had to have been about 3 or 4am in the morning. There was this one fellow who was trying to steal groceries, but he didn't get very far.

From the ceiling dropped this stealthy policeman who tackled and cuffed him. A moment later more cops showed up to take him away.

Then I watched this policeman pull on a line that was attached to his back still to the ceiling. Suddenly he shot back up in the ceiling, and it was so high in there I lost sight of him.

"No-one steals from us." a bag boy said, noticing my curiosity of the situation.

I looked back to the register to see the woman there had bagged my cat food the wrong way. She had it half in plastic and half in a paper bag and it seemed to be too much effort for her to do it the right way.

Then I saw a glass jug of apple juice hit the floor spattering glass in all directions.

Then the woman behind me told her child it was free juice. The kid stooped down to lick it but I grabbed him. Then the woman shrieked and I woke up.


Dreamed Dad had placed me in a special school because I had epilepsy.

This is not the first time I have dreamed of having epilepsy. It is very uncomfortable when I have it. I am twitching and can't stop. Rose slept with me one time and I asked her how I was the night before.

She said it was really scary because I was shaking all over. She tried to wake me but I wouldn't wake up.

Anyways, in this dream I was not alone. It was kind of like a school and mental ward combined. While classes were going on, there were people from the medical staff who had gurneys ready to wheel kids away who had any problems.

I kept twitching till I finally fell over and felt dizzy and couldn't speak. A strong man picked me up and placed me on a gurney. Then he injected something into my arm that made me sleepy. "You'll be alright." he told me. He patted me on my head and then I passed out.

I woke up back in bed.


[7] Dreamed there was scary segregation in the future. Race wars had apparently escalated to the point that talk and just common sense were out the window.

While I didn't directly suffer from this segregation, it did separate me from my friends of different races. And in this dream I was friends with many people.

There was a scene where I was looking over the fence at Habib, a friend of mine from Iraq. As I was watching a floating machine came down and had a sharp nozzle. Habib tried to get away but to no avail.

The machine pierced his chest, right where his heart would be and then dragged him up into the sky. A mechanical voice spoke. "Nothing to see here. Move along. Move along."

The scene changed and I was with my friend, Juniper, she was an African American. She was crying to me in tears that she wasn't allowed into this particular hotel to get a room.

I offered to help her but she held up a hand and said No, I don't want to get you in trouble with the RP. RP stood for Race Police and they were not preferential to any race but definitely did like to hurt anyone and everyone every chance they could get, especially for anyone breaking the rules of segregation.

And yes, it wasn't worth it for the hotel. However, I told Juniper she could stay with me as I had my own home. She leaned over to kiss me on the cheek, then I woke up.


[8] Very bad dream. Dad was so out of sorts I had to handcuff him. Rose was there but her lip was bleeding and she was laying on the ground breathing hard. My 'memory' told me that Dad had attacked and hurt her.

I had already called the police and now they were showing up. I was in tears though, my own Dad was such a bad person, it was unthinkable. Then I woke up.


[9] Dreamed that Chris and some oriental girl were living in my basement. They had nowhere to go and the police were after them. They wouldn't tell me for what but promised me there wouldn't be any trouble if I would let them stay, no questions asked.

I called them up for Dinner when the power suddenly flipped around. My yellow light shone red and the blue light in the bathroom suddenly turned purple.

I carefully walked down the steps to my basement to see what they were doing. Chris had crossed over the wires for some reason. I realized right away that he was trying to talk to someone. He was building a short wave communicator.

I reached out to grab and smash it when I woke up.


[10] Very confusing dream. I was in church with Fr. Jon and my glasses kept falling off. I finally picked them up and realized that they were too big for my head.

Fr. Jon lost his temper and came over to me. "You see here is a perfect example of someone that cannot FOCUS ! He cannot focus on the words of Christ !"

"My glasses don't fit." I told him.

"That's no excuse !" he told me. "You can hold them to your face, can't you ? You can see this way ? Why do you give up so easily ?"

And I did have to ask myself. Why did I give up so easily ? Not just on religion but on many things. I had answer or convinced myself that I did. I didn't want to spend years and years following practices or preaching for that which I didn't believe.

I know many people around me would just follow the group, whatever it is, in order to be put into a favorable light, but why is it the independent thinker is the one that is so persecuted all the time ?

With these things in mind, I woke up.

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