September 10, 2000

Age 19

This was a very long, complex dream, with extremely disturbing elements. The first part I can remember takes place in a moderately-sized bedroom. A friend of mine (Jennifer C) was joking with me that I should sleep with her. She offered me a lemon-mango drink in a plastic bottle, and she implied it had alcohol in it. Then I was alone in a much larger version of that bedroom. It was so large that there was a seven-story brick building within it. Curious, I entered the building and used the elevator to check every floor. Every room was empty except for a few desks.

Then I was back next to my friend. Again, she asked me to sleep with her. Somehow, she disappeared, and I was backing a normal-sized bedroom. There were now sleeping people on different single beds (Jennifer C may have been one of them), and as I lay in my bed, I noticed an attic door on the ceiling. Ever curious, I pushed a dresser to the center of the room, pulled the door open, and ascended the ladder that was there. I was now in my old childhood house, but the ceilings were all only about six feet tall. Everything was bathed in a soft blue-crème light. I suddenly saw a young (approximately six year old) boy walking around. I tried to talk to him, but I seemed to be invisible to him. I watched him look out a small, square window absent-mindedly when I realized that this boy was a young version of me. I followed him to a strange rectangular room (much like Shane J's living room), and sat down beside him as he began to play a video game. I tried talking to him, but this time he reluctantly responded. He mentioned that he had seen me before. When I said I hadn't been there before, he said other, meaner Sean's sometimes came and abused him, so he stopped talking to them in hopes they would go away.

Now I found myself in a restaurant. Two thin, grungy-looking men with tattoos and cigarettes were harassing a girl at the corner table. I went over and told them to knock it off and go away. They stopped for the time being. The girl then asked me a somewhat prophetic question, "Do you have to leave here soon?" I responded that I wasn't sure. [Was I almost lucid dreaming?]

Now I was in a large grassy field, in the middle of a picnic. A co-worker (Greg M) walked by in a large Mad Hatter's hat and started to talk to me. Suddenly, a piercing scream hit my ears, as a woman was missing her daughter (the same girl from the restaurant). Knowing the two grungy men had taken her, I started running over the fields looking for her. As I reached the top of a big hill, the other side was nothing but a 200 foot slide down into a crowd of Woodstock proportions (was this Groovefest?). As I was sliding down the slide made out of logs, I noticed ropes going down the slide, in Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, and Violet. I tried to grab a Yellow or Orange one (the closest ones to me) to slow my slide down the steep incline, but to no avail slid into the crowds extended hands. They body surfed me to a whole in the ground, and I fell through, landing in a cheap Southern karaoke bar.

In this bar were four band members, singing some song. There were about twenty people in the room with the band, and they seemed to be billed as 'real' singers, although suddenly we heard a skip, like a record skip, and everyone knew they were lip-syncing, and they started to throw tomatoes at them. Not phased, the band singer coyly looked at everyone. The whole all-male band was dressed in black lace bras. Now a robot came forward (OmniBot) and started talking to me. I raised my gun (that just happened to appear in my hands) and told it to stay back. It asked, "How late is this place open? Six?" I replied, "Yeah, I think so." Across the room, a little boy started to have eye problems and screamed, holding his face, on the floor, and crawling to his dad, watching him from his chair.

Now the scene totally changed again, and I was in an Olive Garden, but there were red heat lamps on the ceiling, warming the patrons (to be eaten?). I ran out of there and was transported to a small house with a mom and a child I hadn't seen before. I was talking to the child in a living room (much like Robert H's), and the boy asked me a question about the girl I was trying to find, if she was still alive. I began to tell him that I didn't think she was, but the mother stopped me, communicating with her eyes that I shouldn't tell him the truth. I just shrugged at the child as the mother grabbed her purse and keys, and we all headed out of her door.

This was when I awoke.