More normal, but still quite enjoyable

The set-up for this dream was very simple: I was going on a date. Nothing suspicious about that.

Things started off with me figuring out costs/prices for the night. You see, the major complication is they lived a while away so a cab out there would wind up being costly. I in the end decided it was more cost effective (somehow) for me to take a cab to their location for the initial date, do the date, then instead of taking a cab back home I would stay in a hotel for that night and it'd give me more time to explore the city.

I have no idea what kind of logic dream me had in this... In the end I'd still be paying the double cab fare PLUS the cost for staying in a hotel...

Eventually it somehow came to be they would come to my location and we'd do something here. We settled on dinner at the Cheesecake Factory (the nearest one being at the mall) even though it was already after 10pm. [Oh. This doesn't have any proper place in the dream, but before the date there was an instance where I was figuring out Christmas presents to give the girl since... It was suddenly Christmas time? I had settled on a handful of things and brought them along when we left.] Continuing on, we arrived at the mall and were surprised to find it closed up. Walking closer to the doors we saw some people inside eating so I tried the door and was immediately laughed at by this group of construction workers who said "Mall's closed up, kids. Them people will be thrown out soon enough so don't worry about it."

However, after we said we had been heading to the Cheesecake Factory they let us know it was still open (for some reason) and we headed to her car since it was on the other side of the mall. Not sure why, but when I opened the door she... started driving... leaving me to grab onto the door for dear life as we moved at a dangerous FIVE miles an hour. After traveling for about five or ten minutes we arrived at our destination... where we met Jerry.

 When I was in elementary school this was this janitor that worked there named Mr. Charmain. He was always friendly and it was a pleasure to talk to him even when I was a little kid. I think Mr. Charmain was the inspiration for "Jerry" since he was a custodian for the mall that I had known for some time. In his dream's timeline I had gone to the mall often to hang out with Jerry and just talk about stuff. This date was the same type of thing. I guess we started having a lot of fun because we completely forgot about the Cheesecake Factory and brought our presents inside to hand them out.

I can't say for sure what was given to whom... I know the gifts were more sentimental in nature than value, but I started feeling bad since we had presents that meant a lot of us while Jerry was left out. I gave him a couple of the ones I had intended for her and she did the same, making him quite happy. After we had finished I left him some money in a place I knew he'd find it with a note saying "Merry Christmas" and we went back to our homes.

This dream wasn't anywhere near as weird as my other ones turn out to be. In the end I'm left wondering whatever happened to Mr. Charmain. The last time I saw him was when my younger sister went to the same school six or so years ago. I see him still on the staff list for the school and I find myself wanting to visit and see how things are going. Maybe I'll have to find an excuse to stop by sometime.

- Alonso

Transformers 4!

I'm a Transformers fan... I grew up liking the original G1 series, loving Beast Wars, etc. I even like the live action movies even though they get a lot of complaints.

In my most recent dream... I was in Transformers 4. The strange thing is it switched a lot from me being IN the movie, to me being on the set as it was filmed. There would be times I'd address Shia as "Sam" and the robots would be there next to us, while other times I'd... still call him Sam then feel stupid because I knew his name was Shia. However both scenarios he was a complete douchebag to me, so it doesn't matter ALL that much.

Telling everything that happened in one certain order would be a challenge... so I'll attempt to break it down into major parts.

• Optimus was extremely depressed. He'd sit there very quietly or speak with a tone that sounded as if it was about to break down and weep. Even though this "story" was set three years after the end of the previous movie "Sam" said he was depressed due to the actions from Dark of the Moon. I remember finding this weird because he'd recount things that happened with him, his fiance, the Earth and I'd keep saying in my head, "Yeah, I know... I saw the movie too."
• The Autobots kept changing size. There would be instances where Shia and I would be riding around in his new car, but Optimus would be sitting in the front passenger seat with us. I also remember an instance where I was able to pick up and throw a transformed Autobot (Skids for those of you in the know) into the group so he could transform. 
• It was "movie night"... I wish I knew what the overall plot of this movie was because a large amount of time that I was there was spent on us driving to the movie theater... All of us. Then we had to pick what movie to see, finding the right theater, do we get snacks... So much time on something so useless. Ignoring the fact the Autobots were people sized and walking around in public like it wasn't a big deal.

And that's really it... I vaguely remember something to do with my family being there for one part, but not enough to recount everything that happened. I just remember a snooty film critic was there and ninjas were storming the theater... The Autobots might not have even been there so this could have been a new dream entirely... Who knows!?

Schwing...

I dreamed I was Garth from Wayne's World...

No actual specifics... I was just... Garth. My parents were the same, friends the same (I don't even remember Wayne being there), but I.... was Garth.


This confuses me more than any of my other strange dreams ever have. It also is making me crave some donuts.

Part B

Continuing from the last entry, but not at all related to it...

This next dream took place in my former high school, like some of my dreams do, and took a lot of elements from previous dreams. One thing I really do like is when my dreams, no matter how weird/random they turn out, have continuity with previous dreams based in the same location. Anyway, let's begin.

I don't know if there was any real beginning to this dream. I just remember walking through the halls and things just... happening. I recall loaning a t-shirt (I'm quite fond of geeky/nerdy/humor based t-shirts) to a friend I honestly haven't seen or thought of since middle school. He had seen me wearing it one day and loved it so I said "sure!" and gave it to him. What I didn't expect was that him + this shirt = instant fame. I had worn this shirt many times and no one had noticed. Suddenly he had wore it for a day and BAM everyone is on him about how funny it was, how cool it was. Things that would have greatly annoyed me in high school.

I was in high school. I was very annoyed.

The following day I approached him and asked if I could have the shirt back. He gave me this look of disappointment and walked over to the trash can where he started taking out the shirt... but it was different. There were students signatures all over it. Students had liked the shirt so much they signed their names on it and wrote personal messages to him on it...? Okay then...

I told him he would need to buy me a new one. He got defensive so I explained it was only $15 including shipping, (A wonderful thing since my shirts can be $20... $25 plus shipping.) but then he started saying how I could pay for it since it was so cheap. I said that wouldn't work and I would Facebook him the link to where the online store was. It was then a teacher (from my college) approached me with a kind of... receipt. It was meant to be a school credit type thing for... getting prescriptions... She had maxed it out in hopes I wouldn't diminish the reputation of this one student... I was in the dream and even this confused me. Badly. I tore it up saying that isn't what I wanted and the friend called me back where he reached under his desk and pulled out the real shirt... not a single marking on it. He gave it to me, grumbled since it wasn't his anymore. I felt victorious.

I have no idea what made this t-shirt so special, but wow...

Upon walking away the teacher from earlier was sobbing since I had shown her such little respect. I went into this whole rant about the principle of the thing, how I very much needed medication, how I couldn't be bought off, blah blah blah. This attracted the attention of another student I may or may not have had a crush on in high school and she started following me. There was some remark being yelled at her from some of her friends and she ran off. I don't remember what was said, but it basically was in response with her walking off with someone like me. Shrug.

We wound up in this room with a bunch of black girls (Hey, it's not racist if they're actually black) and listened to their conversation for a bit. Eventually told us to sit on the floor and join them as they prayed for something to happen. I knelt a little and that brought laughter because they had "made the boy pray to their goddess". As I looked around at some of the embarrassed faces of the guys sitting outside I realized they do this to guys as a form of joke... Okay then... I got up and started to leave when the school shook a little. Then it shook some more. Then it somehow became apparent to me the girls were flying the school as if it were a plane. And... this all seemed normal to EVERYONE. The school was rushing through the sky, causing students to go flying into walls and... it was normal. I even knew to run because walking was much more difficult when "they did this to the school."

This led me to... The Savage brothers. For some reason I've had dreams before where Ben and Fred Savage are... in the school. But it's them from the very early 90's where both are still quite young. To make it even weirder, Ben is laying in bed slowly dying of some disease... They pretty much live in this hallway and both sides of it are blocked due to the gifts, personal possessions given to them as they wait for the younger brother to die... Saying this scene is sad would be an understatement. I approached them, waking up Fred, and said my hellos. Ben didn't look well at all.

In some previous dream where they had shown up I had loaned them my Batman: The Animated Series DVD. That was my "one thing" I remember for sure with them... I'd show up with something they liked, let them borrow it, go about my merry way. I had shown up today with a paperback of Batman: The Animate Series. What that means is I had a comic collection drawn by the animators, written by the story... writers but entirely new stories. He was quite thrilled since in my dream we all loved Batman. It was then that Fred remembered I had loaned some other books (One of which was a Bart Simpson collection where him and Radioactive Man teamed up). I had completely forgotten even loaning these books to them, proving how bad my memory was. My memory is terrible, folks... Even in my dreams I forget things I had done in previous dreams JUST so I can point out to myself how bad my memory is.

And that's quite literally where the dream ends. Not with me getting up and walking away, not some impressive ending. It's just me... looking at this comic and going "My memory sucks."

THE END

Part A

This dream, to my knowledge, was broken up into two parts. I'm unsure if they were happening simultaneously or what, so I'm actually hoping typing all this out helps piece things together and establishes a proper timeline.

Part A of the dream took place in either an apartment or dorm room. I was visiting my two brothers and staying with them for a few days (which itself is "huh?" worthy since both have been dead deceased for many years). It was present day, for me at least, but they were both the same ages they were at the time of their death putting each of us at about the same age. That's an odd fact I didn't think of until now.

What all occurred there is fuzzy... I remember the older one and I had to share the pull out sofa, but in typical dream fashion even though he's roughly 6'2 it was long enough we could both lay on it and have enough room to not touch the other. (From this moment on older brother will be called Heckle and the younger one Jekyll. That should be fun! :D) I don't remember what each of them did during the day, but it left me alone to entertain myself. Again I have no idea what I even did.

I do remember one day I was waling past Jekyll's room and saw his phone flashing. I picked it up to see a piece had been broken off and it was scrolling through a slew of text messages... some of which were from a girl I had been interested in seeing. I remember it being news to me that the two of them even knew each other, let alone a text or two from her saying things like "where are you, i miss you". (Not sure it's even worth assigning a fake name to her yet. I don't have ANY idea who she really was and I don't recall her name being spoken in the dream. Moving on.) As I looked through his phone, attempting to learn more of their relationship I saw an old friend of mine and him had been texting. Even though I knew it was a bad idea at the time, I texted the friend as me in an attempt to start talking to them again. It was then the door opened and a security guard walked in.

I wish I had something exciting to say for why he was there... but I've got nothing. I remember tossing the phone back on Jekyll's bed, talking to the guard and... then him leaving. I think he had to go because he got a call on his radio.

Typing all of this out, I'm starting to remember that the girl from the texts was in the apartment with me as the guard arrived. I vaguely remember showing her around the rooms, pointing out where I sleep, and then the guard showing up. It may have even been her who came in and caused me to toss the phone onto Jekyll's bed. It's all bits and pieces though.

Jekyll came home later and promptly noticed his phone had been touched. I'm unsure if he had seen that I had sent texts on it or not, but he was immediately rushing into my room and angrily yelling at me about it. There was even a point where he had me held against the wall and was about to get violent. Something I don't remember him ever being in real life. I started explaining how I saw it with the broken piece, saw it was flashing with the texts and how I was a generally curious guy. Too curious for his own good. Eventually he backed off and left.

And that's where the Part A ended. Normally if I dream of lost loved ones they're... nice. It's like they're actually there with me as something happens and it's nice to see them again. This time it was very different with my brother being a skewed version of his real self. I can't say I enjoyed it.

Part B will be in the next entry since this one was so long.