I have lots of dreams. Sometimes my dreams are incredibly detailed. Often when I tell people my dreams, they make some comment along the lines of "You have the most whacked out dreams I've ever heard" or "How can you rmember that many details about your dreams?" So I've started to sort of keep a dream log. I call it the "Incomplete Dream Log" because I'm not going to put all of my dreams here. Just the big ones.
Oct 15, 2001 - Crocodiles and mystery women with contact info.
Sep 17, 2002 - Bizarre trip to IA City
Sep 10, 2003 - White tigers eating deer and bikers
Jan 26, 2004 - Racing through workshop, swimming in ocean, the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and the power of water
October 15, 2001
The dream starts off with me and a friend sitting next to a river of some
sorts in Iowa, possibly fishing. We spot a crocodile, then two, three and
finally four swimming up the river. There are children playing near the shore,
and they tease the crocs by backing away from their jaws at the last moment.
The crocs eventually get frustrated and continue swimming upstream. As I watch
them go, I happen to notice on the opposite bank an attractive woman coming
out of the water. She stands for a moment looking around her, probably for her
garments. She is about 5'7", athletic body, blonde, and totally nude. She
notices me, and without panic or surprise, moves behind a tree and out of
sight. This is when I notice she has another female companion, she is a few
yards farther away, and more fully dressed.
THE END
FOLLOW UP:
Fisher, Mary M, LISW, MSW
She's a therapist who specializes in Behavioral, Cognitive, Existential,
Family Therapy, Feminist, Structural/Strategic. Sure enough, I look it up in
the phone book and there it is. Later I even walked by it (it was on the inside of the
complex), but I never stopped in.
September 17, 2002
I wake up in a car, somewhere in Ohio. My roommate Daniel C. is driving and I ask
him what's
going on. He reminds me that we're driving to IA City to look at an apartment. I
say, "Ok" and fall back asleep.
THE END
September 10, 2003
So first I arrive at, what in my mind is, the rectory at Holy Cross. I follow my
cousin Michael up a straight flight of stairs on the right (in)side of the
house. Following me is my father. I'm explaining to Dad that we're headed
towards where Troy and Brett used to be, (as in where their bedroom was).
However, they used to have to go out a window on the second floor to somehow get
up to the third floor. That window is now too small (the wall had expanded).
THE END
January 26, 2004
The dream starts off with Kate and I coming out of some sort of old rustic house. As we come
down out of the house I look around to find that the house is built into a steep hillside.
The hillside is covered with nice green grass and stone walkways. I notice to my right (uphill)
that there is a set of stone steps with a clothesline running parellel to its incline. As
we continue to work our way down the hill via a stone path way, we get to a switchback that turns left. As
I am about to take the left turn, Kate starts up a small dirt path to the right. She beckons
me to follow her, so I do. All of a sudden there is another man running behind us. He seems
friendly enough, yet I don't want to look bad compared to him in front of Kate, so I try
my hardest to keep in front of him. The three of us all run up into this mill or workshop
of some sort. We are playfully jogging amongst large machines that seem very dangerous.
At one point, as we traverse the wooden scaffolding, the mysterious man passes me.
Suddenly I am in a narrow place. The machine next to me has only a few places to grab
a hold of, but all of these places are levers of some sort that would only start up the machine.
As I try to maintain my balance and to catch up to Kate and the other guy, I find myself
tangled up in some hydrolic hoses from the machine. I try to go forward, but I can't.
Finally, I turn around and untangle myself. Instead of continuing on on the scaffolding, I
decide to drop down to the ground. It is a fine dusty ground and I start to walk around.
I find a tractor; an Oliver just like the one my parents own. I swing up easily into the
driver's seat. It's a motion that I'm very familiar with and confident I can do better
than anyone. So I challenge the mystery man to a race into the tractor's seat. As Kate
stands by to watch we both sidle up to the backside of the tractor. Alas! I am on the wrong
side. Anytime I've gotten up into the tractor seat, I got up on the left side of the seat,
using my dominant right arm to pull me up into the seat, but now I am on the right side,
leaving all the work for my weaker left arm. It is a struggle, but amazingly I end up winning.
As I plop into the seat, I feel victorious. I decide to start up the tractor and drive it
only a few feet, just for show. I step on the peddle and suddeny the ground turns to water
and I find myself in a large speed boat. from the back of the speed boat, a rope connects
it to the tractor that rests on some sort of raft. The boat jerks forward (I had just stepped
on the peddle). Through it only moved a few feet, it is now starting to drift. I panic for
fear of being caught driving a boat that belong to someone I didn't know, so I jumped
into the water and began swimming. I tried to get under the water so that no one would see
me, so that no one would catch me.
I picture myself as a little piece of red-colored tuna sushi, swimming in the sea. I
do not want to be caught be the fisherman, so I try to dive deeper and deeper. The
problem is that the deeper you go, the darker the water is and the scarier the other fish are.
Two times I try to go deeper and each time I am immediately scared by the darkness and the
other creepy fish. I am swimming as fast as I can and must find a way out.
I come to the first door and look through the peephole. I press the mute button on my remote
and I come to the conclusion that this door is not safe. I go to the next door and look through
the peephole. This time I see the seating section of a food court. It is crowded with people,
but when I press the mute button on my remote, all of their heads turn into square red
spounges with faces on them. This will be safe. I go through the door, trying to be as quiet and
unnoticed as possible. I still have them all on mute and as long as they don't say anything
I'll be fine. I work my way through the crowd, avoiding any contact. As I get closer to the
exit, I see that I will have to go between the standard fence that encloses the eating
area and a vendor's cart. It's a narrow space in between and there's a guy standing in the way.
I fear that as I walk close to him, he might say 'Excuse me' and then everything will be
bad. But it's the only way. So I walk casually past him. Luckily, he says nothing! I'm out!
I'm almost all the way to freedom. All I have to do is find a pay phone. In front of me
I see the men's restroom, the women's restroom, and then the pay phones. Sure of myself
now I decide to slip into the women's restroom (I don't know why). As I enter the door
I find it very busy in there and, most importantly, I see that the 'feminine hygiene' room
is occupied. So I decide to forget about it. As I turn to leave, Mrs. J walks into the
bathroom. (Mrs. J was my brother's 3rd grade teacher who, though retired, was the standard
substitute for my teacher's throughout gradeschool.) As I leave the bathroom, I come to a
realization that water is the answer.
Now everything is happening like I'm watching TV. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are
on top of a building in the city. The red turtle has just been captured by some bad-guy.
He has made the red turtle small and sick. The other turtles call Splinter to see
if he knows how to heal the red turtle. I whisper to myself, "water." Splinter knows
this, too, and so he tells the turtles to pour water over the red turtle. Sure enough,
the red turtle grow back to regular size and feels healthy again. but a lot of other people
see this and everyone else realizes that water is the cure-all. Suddenly everyone
is pouring water on themselves. Some (regular-sized) rats pour water on themselves and turn back into
humans and everyone rejoices. But then some humans pour water on themselves and turn into
large monsterous rats. Soon the whole place is full of calamity! Monsters are everywhere
and massive amounts of people decide to commmit suicide. The all get onto a big steam
paddle boat with the intent to drown themselves. Also on board are a bunch of
Grim Reapers lining people up on the boat. The boat begins to sink. When it's about a
third under, all of a sudden there's this humorous tone to everything. Large signs
pop up on the screen. I can't remember what they said exactly, but it made the whole
situation hilarious. In all about 3 or 4 different signs popped up.
Then I'm watching a Robin Williams-ish character run down a path in some city park. He
makes some quip about what every guy wants to wake up to in the morning and as he does,
two beautiful women run up on either side of him. However, he dismisses them and continues
to jog alone. He says a few other funny things, does a poor Groucho Marx impersonation,
and the dream comes to
THE END
...
Now I'm on a bus, or possibly a van. The blonde girl comes to the door and apologizes
for the
nudity. She states that she was not trying to seduce me or anything and it was
an honest mistake. She has a European accent, possibly German. Her friend is
also with her. Her friend is a bit taller, a tad paler, and has straighter
blonde hair. All together, though, her friend is not as beautiful as she. She
says that she feels bad about the whole situation and says that to make up for
it, we should hang out sometime. Suddenly, there's a rush and her friend is in
a hurry. She says she may not be back until a year later. I ask, "How can I
find you?" She says that she'll find me and asks for my phone number. I tell
her that in a year I may not have that phone number anymore. So again I ask
how I can find her. She writes on a slip of paper "333 College St" with the name of
a city. My memory recalls Iowa
City, but it's far too muddled to say for sure. Then above the address, she
writes "Kara" and says "Ask her, she will know how to find me." At this point
her friend corrects her and says, "No, her name is Karen." She looks at me and
says something to the extent of "whatever". She is gone.
...
She is with me
in a living room; we are watching TV. Friends of mine surround me. My friend
Jeremy H. is sitting in the rocker next to me. He and I chat as
she sits by my side. At some point we get up and mingle. I am in a semi-state
of panic because I don't remember her name and have no way of finding out.
Yet, she obviously
likes me and I get the impression that she is an amazing girl.
...
I'm in a
new dream. I can tell. I'm at my uncle Jerry's house (although it's not the
same house as his in real life). We are there for some sort of wedding or
holiday and all my relatives are around. I even see my mother. She talks to my
uncle and he shows her and I around the house. All of a sudden I realize that
my girl is not by my side. I run around the house trying to find her with no
luck. As the dream winds into a panic of searching I hear the whisper of a
name: Mary.
Ok, so I wake the next day and I go along College St. And on the 300 block
is that large red brick building, across from the Masonic temple, across from
the REC, next to Happy Joe's. Anyway, I look and on the side facing the
street, there is no 333; only 329 and then 337. But I am not deterred since
that building is split in half and there's probably more shops with addresses
on the inside. So I searched go ol' Google for "333 E. College St" and I find
something:
Fisher Counseling & Therapy
333 E. College St.
Iowa City, IA 52240
...
It's night time and I'm at our new apartment. I can tell that we're somewhere in
IA City on the west side of the river, but I don't recognize anything. We move a
bunch of stuff in and I lock my bike up against the stair's hand railing. I
notice that my apartment number is 17 and I think, "Hey, doesn't Kate live at 17
Woolf St? Maybe that's nearby." I go inside. Daniel has just come out of the
laundry room. He complains that it costs $9 a load because your laundry is
sorted by a robot. I tell him that I know of a place in town where it only costs
$1 a load and drying is free if we go at the right time. I mention that he might
not like the place since he typically studies in silence and there's usually
music playing and whatnot. I ask him how long his laundry will take, because I
want to go see Kate. He says it'll take a long time and that I have time to go
visit her.
...
I'm walking with Karl P. His mother had told me that he was working down at the
docks as a tugboat. He says that this isn't true. We continue walking and come
upon a high school. I tell him that I don't recognize anything and the name of
the school isn't familiar at all. I was expecting it to be one of the IA City
high schools, but it wasn't. We walk around the football field where they are
holding practice. I wonder where Karl's car is. The bleachers are full of
parents. He says, "My car is right behind the bleachers." Then I remember that
he told me this once and he was worried that it might get damaged, but that was
the only place he could find to park it. Sure enough, we round the corner and I
see it in the bright morning sunshine.
...
Then I'm driving and someone's in the passenger seat. I'm weaving my way through
these crazy interchanges, trying to find the sign that says Hwy 1 South so that
I can take it into IA City.
...
Now I'm playing a video game and I'm viewing the car I'm driving from above and
the graphics are sub-Nintendo. It's a lot like Grand Theft Auto if you've ever
played that. I realize it's only a game and drive very carelessly, crashing into
things right and left. I finally get out of the car (still in video game mode
viewed from above) and get run over a bunch of times before reaching the curb.
In front of me is the Psych building where Kate works. I call it the Psych
building in my mind, but looking back, it looks nothing like Seashore.
...
Instead, it looks like a mall (I'm out of the video game mode now) and I walk up
to it. Daniel is walking alongside of me. I go into a small shop on the first
floor and run into a friend of mine from high school, Neil H. I ask Daniel
how much time we have before his laundry is done and he'll want to get going back
to Maryland. He says we have about 9 hours. I tell him to go hang out with Neil
while I visit Kate. They go off together.
...
I come to a door that says something about free washings on it for homeless
people. I open the door and it's a long flight of stairs up, very narrow and
sort of dingy. At the top I open the door, I see a counter and a woman stands up
from behind it. It's Annette F., the wife of my choral director in high
school. I say Hi. Then I see someone in a bio-hazard suit who looks familiar. I
see a shock of red hair and realize that it's Lindsey. I say Hi to her and ask
her where Kate is. She tells me she's in the back helping out. I assume she's
helping with the washings. She goes and gets her. Kate comes around the corner and
sees me. At first she gives me a look of happiness to see me. But then she gives me
a look of, "Why did you come here? Why didn't you tell me you were going to be
in town so I could get off work?" I say that I had no idea I was going to be in
town and that I don't even remember the trip here. We leave the lab to talk a
bit.
...
We're in a mall setting and Kate's asking me how long I'll be in town. She's
wearing a beautiful white short-sleeved blouse with delicate blue doiley-like
stitching around the collar and sleeve-ends. She looks great. Her smile is
wonderful. I look at my watch and say that I only have about 8 hours. Kate tells
me that she gets off work in 4 hours and that we'll meet then. We hug.
...
I'm sitting next to another grad student Kate R. and she says to me that we are going to explain
how Mathematics applies to the real world. She mentions that we can cover things
like Martial Arts. I think for a moment that I have no idea how math relates to
the martial arts and begin to worry. When she gets to me, though, she asks me to
explain how math relates to hiking. Immediately I have the answer that it's
useful in figuring out how far one must have to walk to get to the bridge that
covers the stream, the ultimate goal of any hike.
...
I'm on that bridge,
looking out to my right over a ravene with a stream at the bottom. On the left
of the stream is a 5 foot dirt ledge. On the right side of the stream is a low
landing area. From the left side I notice 2 deer begin to cross the stream. I
say to the person with me, "Look at the deer. What a classic picture." It was a
buck and a "year-old doe". As they approach the other side of the stream,
another year-old doe comes running towards them. The two turn around and all
three run towards the left side again. I look right to see what's scaring them.
It is a white tiger. The white tiger chases the three deer into the stream. The
first two deer successfully reach the other side and are alright. The thrid deer
gets trapped against the embankment and the tiger pulls it into the water and
kills it. Wondering why there's a white tiger here I look right and see a pen
with 4 or 5 more white tigers. A man in standard African safari apparell stands
laughing. He had released the tiger to see what would happen. I am angry at him
for destroying the doe.
Now a motorcycle gang (3 or 4 people) drives up from the right, all decked out
in leather and such. When they reach the stream, they drive right into it. The
motorcycles work fine on water, like jetskies. As they enter the water, the man
warns them about the tiger. Momentarily they look as if they will act
aggressively towards the tiger. Instead they are merely protecting themselves as
they cross. As they are about to reach the left side of the river, another biker
comes barrelling from the right. The other bikers yell to him about the white
tiger. He draws a sword and rushes into the waters to destroy the tiger. As he
drives on the water, searching for the submerged tiger, a white paw comes up out
of the water and grabs his head and pulls him under. There is blood everywhere
in the river.
...
I am watching this as a news report on the TV. I am at some sort of sad party.
Jacquie K. is there and she watches the news reel again. I look at her
and say with surity, "He was the one who raped you." Somehow I know that the
bikers were at her house. They then left, except for the one. He stayed behind
and had raped her. She denies it, but I know it's true.
...
I'm looking at a tin pizza box and how it folds up and unfolds. Karl P. is there,
along with the ol' gang from sophomore year of college. Karl mentions that the
pizza box is used for the novelty pizza of the week that Papa John's offers. I
ask him when they deliver it. He says 9pm on Sundays. For a moment I think of
how funny it'll be when I ring the doorbell on Sundays at just before 9 and
everyone will think it's the pizza man.
...
I'm walking on two old 2x4s that lead across some muddy ground.
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