Dream #4 (Sears Tower and Tequila)

Near the top of the Sears Tower, outside the building (I’m never going to call it the Willis Tower), I was walking along a walk way that jutted out away from the actual tower.  I was having my final thesis show there, and a classmate and I were about to bring one of my projects into the gallery space.  It became windy, and I grab held of the railings on either side of me that suddenly broke apart in my hands.  I thought to myself that if it was that easy to rip the railings off, this platform must not be very sturdy.  The walk way then began to sway and tremble back and forth as if it was about to fall apart.  As I tried to rush back to the actual edge of the building, the wind pushed me back and the walk way started to crumble before me.  I jumped and held onto a remaining piece of the walkway that was dangling at the edge of the Sears tower.  My classmate was already safely standing by the edge, and I thought she would help me up, but she told me that I should try to climb up by myself.

“It’s better that way.”  She said.

Now I am back home in my front yard and I can see the Sears Tower from my house, although it seems much larger and closer than it should be.  It looks like there are construction cranes that are on top of the Sears Tower along with a bunch of other buildings in Chicago.  Suddenly an explosion occurs; I could see pieces of the tower and construction equipment along with construction workers fly into the air.  My family and I ran from the front of the house into our back yard.  Far off into the distance, it looked like a cloud of silver was steadily growing and drifting my way.  The cloud was huge and shimmering like it was made of metal.  My father said it was a cloud of metal filings that were going to spread all over the city.  He told me to grab the clothes that were drying outside (Although we never dry our clothes outside) and bring them in the house.  I rushed to grab as many clothes as I could while the cloud of metal filings swept over me.  All I could think was how will I ever be able to wash my clothes filled with metal filings?

My father and I were now at a bar sitting near the bartender.  The bartender looked hispanic and had a lazy eye.  He told me that when I drink tequila there is one thing that I should always do so as to prevent a hangover.  As I waited for him to tell me the cure, time seemed to slow down as the words slowly started to drip out of his mouth.  It was too late.  I woke up.

Dream #3 (Animal Parade)

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I was standing at UIC in an open space, outside.  There was a sidewalk in front of me, parallel to me.  Green grass between me and the sidewalk.  From the left a group of people walking in a line led animals down the sidewalk.  However, these animals were not normal size, they were actually 5 times their original size.  A zebra was led on a leash, followed by a deer.  There was also a moose being led along.  Its antlers were immense.  A group of professors was walking behind the gigantic moose.  There was a small fat girl walking in front of the professors wearing a lab coat and glasses.  The parade came to a halt, and the giant moose turned around facing the professors with an erection.  The moose laid its penis on the back of the fat girl.  From the moose’s penis came a gray toothpaste type consistency.  It laid perfectly on the girls back, as if she was a tooth-brush.  Suddenly the gray paste flattened and ran all over the girls lab coat.  She seemed mortified and turned in circles, wondering what to do.  The group of professors asked her if she was ok.  She said she was fine and ran away.  I followed her to see if she was alright, however I came across a group of asian students reading a book in a rest area.

Dream #2 (Ocean Submarine and others)

Note: The vividness of my dreams vary sometimes, so I will include a scale to indicate how vivid or not vivid they are.  1 being not very vivid, 5 being “Holy shit, I just pooped my pants” vivid.  I will place a number before my dreams to indicate their vivid level.

 1

I was floating in the ocean at night.  Off in the distance there was a submarine that had surfaced.  There was debris floating around me and the ocean was not calm.  It seemed like I was fading in and out of consciousness, or maybe it was just the waves that were breaking my perspective.  A boat with men holding rifles neared the submarine and starting firing.  There was a girl that was floating near me.  Now floating with her arms around me.  Suddenly I felt as if someone hit me in the chest with a sledge-hammer.  I assume a rocket was fired at us.  The girl that was floating with her arms around me started screaming, a horrible scream.  The men with rifles started firing at us.  The girl didn’t stop screaming, even though I wanted to help her and calm her down, I believe that she had a hole in her chest gushing blood from whatever it was that also hit me.  I didn’t want her screams to attract the attention of the men with rifles.  She started climbing on top of me, pushing me below the water so I had to force myself away from her.  I started swimming away from her, underneath the water, swimming parallel to the surface looking up, peacefully.

I transitioned into an office.  I was floating along the walls, almost as if floating along the bottom of a pool, just centimeters away from the concrete surface.  I slowly started twisting into a more natural standing position, walking upright on the ground.  I came in contact with a friend I know.  I asked him why he ran away before the submarine came.

Note:  Sometimes I have dreams where I accidentally kill someone or someone dies and these are the dreams that scare me the most.  I absolutely hate these dreams.  I guess they could be called nightmares!  They are disturbing.  You’ve been warned!

 2

Something had happened.  I don’t remember what, but the only way for it to be solved was for my father to kill himself.  I asked him to do it, and he shot himself.  I soon realized that my father killing himself didn’t solve anything.  I was in a state of hell.

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I was in my dining room, try to pick up my bird Scully.  I tried to grab her from her cage but she kept on falling, not wanting to be held, onto the floor.  She was constantly changing, growing larger and becoming smaller.  Her tail growing full and her feathers falling out from old age.  She became small and round and bounced on the floor like a water balloon.  Now she was my dog Emma.  Something was wrong.  I knew that Scully was some type of alien monster.  My dog Emma’s head fell off.  Her body was made of plastic, and her head made of fat.

Dream #1 (Class Field Trip)

Note:  Sometimes in my dreams, the things that I  know aren’t necessarily things that I saw or heard, but just things that I felt or thought I knew.  So sometimes I will say things like I thought or assumed or felt.

I assume that I was on a field trip with the students from my Senior thesis class.  I started climbing the banister leading up to the balcony of the theater.  Everything besides the railing was dark and out of focus.  I slowly balanced myself upwards when there was a sudden break in the railing.  I had to jump across and land on the other side.  As I jumped, the other side of the banister turned into the shape of an airplane wing.

I know that my three thesis teachers were in the theater on stage, although only one of them yelled at me to come down to the first floor.

“You don’t need to go to the balcony to see the performance.” my teacher said.  I felt embarrassed and sort of just half fell and half oozed my way down into a chair, sinking down low so no one could see me.

One of the girls in my class came and sat down besides me on my right, and another girl came and sat one seat away from me on my left.  I know that the girl on my right had a big butt, and I was excited when she took my hand.

A big fat black man came and sat in between the girl on my right and I.  I felt that my teachers believed that I wouldn’t pay attention or that I would cause a racket so they put someone in between to separate us.  The man was so fat that his belly and side stared flowing over onto me.

“Sorry.” he said, “I’m fat.”

I moved over one seat to the left and let the man’s fat take up the chair that I was sitting in before.

The man said that he was in a band, I assumed a jazz band because he said he played piano.  He said that he brings his grand piano with him on the train to gigs.  I was shocked, half trying to show interest because I felt slightly awkward talking to him and half truly amazed that someone would lug a grand piano along with him on the train.

“Wouldn’t it just be easier to bring an electric piano with you?”  I asked.

“Yes, but the quality just isn’t the same.”  As he said this, an image of a piano with electric wires sticking out of it popped into my mind.