Monday, April 15, 2013

Magic Wands, Aliens and Electricity - Oh my!

I often have dreams that take place in my childhood home. I've lived a number of places in my 30+ years and yet, my childhood home often takes over the location of many of my dreams. This particular dream is no exclusion.

Before I end up in my childhood home, I am in this gypsy wagon-type room with this older woman speaking with me. I sort of faded into this point, so I don't have much information aside from what the woman was saying as I came to within the room. She was handing me this wooden wand along the lines of one you'd see in Harry Potter and explaining to me that I wouldn't be able to use it until I needed it and I would need it SOON. Without explaining any more of that to me, she hands me a large round egg that looked somewhat like a jawbreaker. It was perfectly round and white in color, but had specs of different colors all over it. It definitely felt like an egg though. I knew if I dropped it or held too tightly, it would break. She explained that the egg was the key to 'activating' the wand and when I needed to use the wand, I just had to either kill what was in the egg or eat the egg whole. Not much else was said after this point, so I just got up and headed to my childhood home, because who wouldn't at this point?




Now my parents still live in said house and have updated it tremendously over the years. In this specific dream, the house still looked a lot like it did when I was a kid with a mishmash of furnishings that apparently left an impression on me, but never actually lived together in the house. The family room still had the dark wood paneling and the original brown carpeting - both of which were removed when I was in high school. The comfy green velvety-looking couch that all of us, and I mean ALL of us in the family, LOVED was still there. We literally were all visually upset when my mother got rid of that sectional. We brought it up for years when one of us is uncomfortable in any new furniture by saying some snide remark like "I'd be so much more comfy in the green couch." Anyway...


The old dining room table that gets transferred to that room during holiday parties was in permanent residence along the back wall and then, next to the table was this large armchair I only remember slightly. It was from when I was barely old enough for memories and my mother would sit in it to take phone calls when she was downstairs. It was blue with either white dots or small flowers and was wingback in style.



This chair is where I find my mother as I come home with the wand and the egg. I have no clue why, but she immediately takes the egg and breaks the shell. Where the eggshell is broken, this cross between spider and crab legs come wriggling out and start moving around like crazy. They are black and segmented like crab legs, but there are eight like a spider. My mom freaks out, but she's holding on tight to the part of the eggshell that is still intact so this thing doesn't take off and go anywhere. I shout to her "Now we have to kill it - I can't work the wand without doing that!" She's says, very knowingly, "Ohhh, so you can fight the Aliens." I say "Exactly!" and she freaks out because she doesn't know how and doesn't really want to kill this thing. I take it from her hand and just start smashing it against the carpet until there is a sick squish and the thing goes limp as the rest of the eggshell breaks away.



She looks at me as though she can't believe I just did that and I said "Well, we could've eaten it had you not broken the shell." She looks even more disturbed by that prospect and just kind of nods as though in agreement that we did what we had to do.

A few minutes after this exchange, the wand raises off the dining room table next to us. It glows orange and red and then drops back on the table. I grab it and immediately point it at a few different areas in the room: the old couch, the table, the chair, the wall. My mom, in all her motherly glory says "If you're going to play with that, you better do it outside!" I feel bad that the poor spider/crab thing had to die but at least I got a cool wand out of it!

We walk outside where night has fallen and the wind has really started to pick up. There are dark vortexes in the sky, but they are small and look to be fairly off in the distance. Outside a number of people are in their yards looking at this weird phenomenon including my sister, father, husband and a few neighbors from when I was growing up. The wind is blowing so much that we can't really talk to each other because it is too loud and I start playing with my wand. I point it at a few trees across the street and fire shoots out from the wand and engulfs the trees. They go up in flames, but just stay there burning. I point at a bush in our yard, set it on fire and then move on to get better at my 'targeting' so I can make sure I hit these aliens whenever they get here. (Obviously through the vortexes...)




Soon, I have set most of the block on fire except the houses. My mother says, "Ok, I understand you need to practice, but the block is in trouble now and the aliens haven't even shown up yet." This prompts me to think that the wand probably has another function as well. So, I point it at the bush in the yard and say 'Rain' and sprinkles of rain come out of the wand and douse the bush with water until the fire goes out. I go down the block and extinguish all of the things I've set on fire this far and am pretty impressed that my wand can both exact terror AND remedy the situation should a remedy be needed.


Just then, it starts lightning and thundering and a downpour starts. We see the lightning is centralized around the vortexes and we know something is going to happen. We wait until we see three or four aliens come out of two of the vortexes. They look like giant bugs with a black exoskeleton and plates of armor-like skin. Think of a large, round flee about 10 feet tall that is black with red eyes, has wings and crablike legs. (maybe the egg held a baby alien? hmmmm...) They can fly, so they come down to right in front of my parent's house and hover. I immediately train my wand on the largest one and set it on fire. In a fit of rage and pain, the alien loses its ability to fly and comes crashing down into the power lines in front of my house. The power lines snap and the transistor on the electric pole starts sparking as the electric pole looks dangerously close to toppling down on a few bystanders. Through all this, the alien still isn't dead, though, so it's just writhing in pain and causing a little bit of havoc on the street as people run away from the damage it is causing.




The bystanders, among whom are my father and husband, start to run toward the house as the electric pole teeters closer to the ground. We know that the shit will hit the fan if the already compromised transistor hits the ground with any of the force it is threatening.

This is where my sister comes in. Everyone is scrambling to get away and my sister runs TO the electric pole and downed lines. All with the aliens still hovering closely above. She suddenly grows as tall as the electric pole and grabs a fistful of the downed lines in one hand and the electric pole via the transistor in the other. she yanks them both up as electricity dances across her body and in between the lines and the pole.




She simply nods to the remaining aliens as electricity shoots from her temples and downs the remaining aliens. She then trains her energy on the vortexes and gets them to close as the electricity pours into them. In quite the dramatic fashion, she connects the downed lines back to the transistor, shrinks back to size and starts walking up the lawn to where my mother, father, husband and I are standing.

She nods to me as she approaches and says "You can clean up this mess" and I know I have to burn the bodies of the aliens so that #1. I can clean up the mess #2. No one can find out what happened to them and #3. The aliens that didn't get through the vortex can't find us again.

Everyone is frightened by the scene and all are transfixed on the sky thinking that more vortexes will appear. The aliens didn't even really do anything, but we knew they COULD, so we're afraid.

My sister is brushing something off of her hands as she walks back to where I am. She simply nods to me and I put out the fires on the charred alien remains with the 'rain' function of my wand. She holds up her hand and zaps the remains to dust as we all just stare on in amazement. She nods one more time to me and goes back into the house.



This is where the dream ends. I don't remember waking up at this point, but I definitely don't remember if there was anything further after this point of the dream. After such an epic dream, I'm happy I got in somewhat of a cool ending anyway. It was pretty cool to vanquish crab aliens with my sister even if all I really did was cause her to reveal her powers to us and decimate the aliens for us. I still feel I had a very significant part in this particular saving of the Earth.




Sunday, April 14, 2013

A&Ws Rock

This dream starts out with me in a car with a blindfold around my eyes. I literally start a dream out by not seeing anything. My eyes are closed while dreaming and I can't see anything because of a blindfold - like whoa.
My View

So in the midst of the darkness, I figure out that I've been kidnapped, but not much else. I'm honestly not even hearing much, just a little car noise in the black. Abruptly, I get thrown out of the car as the car peels away. I take off the blindfold with my unbound hands (kidnapper isn't so good at this kidnapping thing) and know (somehow) that I've been stalked for awhile and that this is part of the weird stalker game the stalker likes to play.


As I look around, I don't quite recognize where I am. It is night and there is a bunch of dark buildings. It's hard to tell if they are abandoned or just closed for the evening. A few buildings away I see a lighted sign for an A&W restaurant. I still have my cell phone (again, stalker isn't the best at the kidnapping thing) and I call my mom to have her come pick me up. She asks me where I am and I said I have no clue, but there is an A & W right next to me. This, somehow, is enough information for her and she's on her way!


I know viscerally that there is something more to why I was dropped off here so I start exploring around the darkened building in front of me. This building does seem to be more abandoned than closed. It is white washed with big dark retail windows. I bypass all of that though and start walking toward the back.

I come around the back of the building and what do I see? Pee Wee Herman in all his Pee Wee Herman glory. He's wearing his grey suit and red bowtie and has his creepy weird white face and red lips. He is, however, hogtied with duct tape and placed on a dumpster. He is calmly laying there, almost as if he's just waiting for someone to help him. Plus, he's not gagged, just tied hand and feet.


Shocked by what I see, I run over and start tearing the tape from his hands and feet.  He says nothing but gets up, sort of solemnly nods in appreciation while rubbing his wrists. He's staring at me as he walks backwards until he disappears into the night behind the building. As the dark envelops him, there's not much more to do here as he said nothing and just calmly stared me down as he walked away from me.


I walk back to the front of the building to wait for my mom and my stalker shows up and reveals himself to me. He's actually a guy I went on about two dates with in New York. I honestly don't remember his name, but recognize his face and stance. He's got dark brown hair with a red baseball cap, is a little taller than me and wearing a tee shirt and jeans. As I consciously think in my dream, "Where the hell did my subconscious come up with him?" I actually simultaneously though it was seemingly fitting as I could picture this dude actually doing something weird like this. Not because he was super creepy, but because there was just something off about him. PROBABLY why it ended at two dates and probably why I should have been more sober during the first date to have ended it there, but I digress...

So Stalker walks up to me and says "You did it. Good job." I'm all "What? Free Pee Wee Herman?" but in my dream head I'm thinking "You cray. How did you even find Pee Wee Herman? How did you somehow kidnap him? And how/why is this some sort of weird lesson/test for your stalker victim?"


Stalker just nods and says, "I know you called someone to come pick you up. Want to grab some food while we wait?" Being all Andrea from the Walking Dead, I pretty much twirl my hair and say "Sure - wanna go to the A&W?" Apparently, it's been awhile since Dream Me has had a date.

We head to the A&W and enter. Inside it's quite different than any A&W I've ever seen. There is a bar where almost everyone is sitting and smoking. There is a haze of smoke everywhere and ashtrays about every 6 inches. It's about the most unappealing place you'd want to eat. We, however, sit down at said bar and a stereotypical diner waitress, with half-smoked cigarette dangling from her lips comes up to ask our order. Amid all this disgusting smoke, a BBQ burger with onion straws on it just sounds wonderful to me. Seriously, I remember having a ridiculously strong craving for it. Almost like I should wake up, fry one up and satisfy it at 4:00 am right then and there.



As we wait for our order, curiosity gets the better of me and I ask "Was this your elaborate way of getting me out on a date?" He admits that it was. He says that he has a hard time expressing his feelings and does big gestures to get people's attention. I just nod as I eat my delicious BBQ burger with onion straws and secretly pray for my mother to get there as fast as she can. This is the point where I wake up and am glad that I'm not as pathetic as dream Kacey. I'm fairly certain real-life Kacey would need to set free Ryan Reynolds AT LEAST from dumpster bondage to be impressed by her stalker and continue on a date with him. And it would have to be a place slightly more classy than smoky A&W, like TGIFriday's or Applebees.

Friday, April 5, 2013

Thanks for the Help!

Last night's dream was one with both 1st and 3rd person perspective. I was definitely the main character, but it wasn't really me as I saw when pulled out to a 3rd person perspective. Rather than a 5'11", brunette, I was this petite blonde who lived in Astoria, Queens. My apartment was an odd little gem that had olive green bathroom tiles from floor to mid-wall and a lighter green paint above it. It honestly looked like a large 70's bathroom, but there were couches and floor lamps where toilets and showers should have been. I've seen some awful apartments in my day, but even in my dream I felt this a bit odd.

This blond chick, er... me, was waiting for her boyfriend to visit. Her/My mother, another petite blonde, was bringing him up as he never had visited me in this new apartment before and didn't know where it was. I hear a knock on my door and it's mom and the boyfriend. They enter and mom has some groceries, so she goes over to what I am guessing is the kitchen, but really is just a table in the middle of all the olive green tileness.

The boyfriend comes to greet me and I am struck by how he looks very similar to Jesse Pinkman from Breaking Bad. Skinny, dirty blonde hair, large raver type pants and a white tank top. I'm sure petite blonde has seen him before, as he IS her boyfriend, however, his appearance is somewhat of a shock to THIS girl inside petite blonde.

After a bit of chit-chat between Mom, Boyfriend (never got a name, so he will be capitalized proper noun Boyfriend from now on) and me, Mom leaves to return home.

Boyfriend and I are excited to have some time alone. It's been awhile since we've seen each other and we pretty much start making out. At this point, I'm all like, oh yeah, it's one of those dreams. Though, honestly, if it's going to be one of THOSE dreams, couldn't it have been Ryan Gosling instead of Jesse Pinkman? I digress...

However, it's kind of obvious this dream goes a different direction as we start nuzzling necks and Boyfriend says to me "Hear the beat? Smell the nerves?" I reply "Of course" as I actually do start paying shit tons of attention to Boyfriend's veins. It's still somewhat all steamy and foreplay like, but I start to make the realization that, damn, we're vampires! And then I realize that for some reason we feed off each other as a weird part of our mating game.

In the next moment, it dawns on me and the tiles, they start to make sense. I bring bitches here to die and I gotta clean up easily, what a practical vampire I am!

Just as I start to go for Boyfriend's vein, he says, holding up one finger "Knock on the door" and we startle apart as a heavy banging starts on our door. Boyfriend gets up to look through the keyhole and thinking he is locking the deadbolt, he actually opens it. As the deadbolt clicks, the door bursts open and a very large woman comes through.She looks like Coach Beast from Glee, but is much taller than Boyfriend and has blonde hair. Blonde obviously is a recurring theme in this dream, but to what end, I'm unsure.



 Not knowing a clue of what is happening and seeing that Boyfriend looks similarly puzzled, I stand back watching for a second as Big Lady lunges at Boyfriend. Boyfriend and Big Lady go at it for about 30 seconds. 'Cause Boyfriend is a vampire, he's strong as shit, so he just keeps trying to push her out the door and lock it, but is unsuccessful because Big Lady is pretty damn strong herself and she just keeps recovering and pushing the door open a second before it can get locked.

I'm all, eff this shit! I'm a vampire too, she can't beat two super strong vamps! Problem is, we end up fighting her like a bad Kung Fu movie - one at a time. Luckily, I jump in and get her out of the door far enough that I think "I got this!" I turn to close the door and feel Big Lady's arms around my arms and chest pinning my arms and dragging me backward. I struggle and look at Boyfriend for help as she drags me backwards into the hallway.

Boyfriend goes back into the apartment for two seconds and I have some hope that he's getting something to help. When he returns, I'm still struggling against Big Lady and he throws out a piece of paper about the size of a fortune from a fortune cookie. A miniscule piece of pink paper lands just barely next to my feet. I am able to see that it has a user name and password written on it. A username and password? WTF is this shit?


Oh, but it gets worse. Boyfriend calls out "Use that information - it will help!" as he SHUTS and DEADBOLTS my door. At this point, Big Lady and I are kind of sitting on the floor as she still has my arms pinned and I'm trying to kick my way to standing. The piece of paper, by the way, barely lands next to me so I start to struggle to grab it with my feet as my arms are still pinned to my side. I don't know what I'm thinking other than hoping just by touching the paper something magical will happen.

This is the valiant point in which my body decides to wake me up. I mean, really?!?

This, however, gives me a moment to ponder a few things as I wake up. Such as, this pathetic vampire boyfriend I have. Let me get this straight, Boyfriend, I jump into the fray to save your sorry Jesse Pinkman ass and when I get into trouble you throw me a piece of miniscule paper as help? Who was the Big Lady and how did I end up fighting Boyfriend's battle for him? I'm also pretty damn sure Boyfriend is the one that turned me into a lame bloodsucker. So why didn't he make me stronger so I COULD fight Big Lady appropriately if he was going to throw me to her. And, finally, this piece of paper - whaaaa???  This is both hilarious and sad. So, yeah, my final thought as I roll over to start a new dream - thanks for the help!