70's serial killer, 03-09-11

This isn't really a chronological account of my dream last night since I was under the influence of nyquil.  Rather it is telling of everything I can remember from last night's dream and putting it in some sort of logical order.  For those 3 of you that read this and say my dreams could work as a synopsis for a movie, this one would work.  I just want some production credits and help writing it.

It was myself and a bunch of people I didn't know in a house really just hanging out.  It was set in the 70s as told by the fashion of the clothing and the furniture.  I had the knowledge of a narrator as well, so I was aware that we had travelled back in time. 

There was a guy there whom I recognized as a serial killer.  I realized that we were the people he killed, but we were reincarnated later. Basically our present consciousness went back in time into our 70s lives.  When we were alone we discussed that we should try to stop him.  But just like the movies, you can't alter the effects of time.  Basically if we stopped him from killing us one way, we'd end up being killed another.  So at one point we ended up letting him kill us.  I remember us laying down and getting shot with a shot gun.  After I was shot,  zoom, back to my normal life in the year 2011.

I was at a house talking to a girl who looked different than a person I knew from the murder, but I knew it was her.  I said something to her (I don't remember) that pertained to that night and she acknowledged it.  So, it wasn't just me who went back and was re-murdered by the serial killer.

Sheldon's Wedding and CD Release 02/28/11

So I had this dream a couple days ago but I haven't written it down until now. When I used to tour with Rick Recht, we had another artist on Jewish Rock Records named Sheldon Low.  Sheldon lives in New York with his girlfriend Hadar.  I had a dream about them the other night.

So Sheldon was having a Wedding/CD Release party.  We were getting ready and talking about old times etc.  I made sure to put microphone cables down each pant leg of my suit and the went up to my waist.  This was for Karaoke, I explained.  I said it was so I could walk into the audience with microphones easier.  I'm not sure how that would work, but it made sense in my dream.

Then I saw Sheldon drinking a red liquid out of what I can only describe as a green gummy tongue.  When he drank the liquid the tongue unrolled to the size of Gene Simmons' tongue. Embedded on each side of the tongue were 2 action figure sized people that looked kinda like Han Solo when he was in the carbonite. He pointed to the one on the left and said "That's Pat Eagan" (a guy I work with at Guitar Center).  He explained to me that the tongues were his new CD, and that when you drank the red liquid you heard the music.  He then went to a giant green tongue on the wall and refilled his little tongue.  There were 2 hoses coming off the big tongue and they joined in the middle at a spout.  He was sure to tell me that if there was any red liquid left in the hoses, then the ending would be cut off his CD.

Next thing I remember from the dream was driving to the synagogue.  I was driving in the courtyard that separated 2 synagogues, that in my mind, I've been to before working for Rick Recht.  There was a sign with 2 fists on the one on the right, that's where the wedding was.
I went inside and there was the Bima (stage area) in the round and there were people sitting all around it.  I walked up the the back of the Bima and took one of the nice chairs reserved for the Rabbi and moved it to where some friends were sitting. 

That's about all I remember.  I really wish I knew why I had mic cables down my pants for Karaoke.

Shot in the neck by Freddy - 02-22-11

Alright, I remembered another strange dream.  Weird part is, it had to do with my family again, and my mom was there. 
We were having a family reunion in a park.  There was some swimming and picnicing (is that how you spell it?)  Is picnic-ing a world? All of that seemed pretty normal.  It was when we were going to leave for the evening.  I walked across the park in my socks and the field was flooded, so my feet sloshed in the water. 
I came up to the pavilion and everyone was there, but we were getting ready to leave and I was in a bad mood, probably because I was walking across the field and getting my feet wet.  I was arguing with my sister and I was helping get all of our stuff together to leave.  I know, boring so far.  Here is where it gets weird.
I decided to walk back to the pool to get my shoes.  As I was doing that, Freddy, from Friday the 13th walked up to me with a gun.  I said "Don't shoot me," but he replied "Too late."  I felt a pinching pain in my neck and reached up and felt a tranquilizer dart.  He said "Don't worry, you'll be asleep soon," and I fell down onto the concrete.  I got up though, as I was determined to go get my shoes.
I walked to the pool and found my pair of black and green Pumas (I don't own black and green pumas).  I started walking back up to the pavilion and Evan from work came up to me and said "Those aren't your shoes," and I fell back over because of the tranquilizer.  Then I woke up.
  

Dreams 02/11/11

02.11.11

Last nights dreams were probably some of the weirdest I’ve had and that’s saying something.  It’s funny because a lot of situations occur seemingly at once which don’t make sense but seem to make sense in the dream.  I don’t know if I’m actually having a bunch of dreams and putting them together in my memory later or if I’m just having a strange discombobulated dream.

First dream I was hanging out with my mom’s side of the family for a weekend.  I remember just being really angry the entire time.  I was screaming at everyone and no one would seem to want to listen to my complaints.  The strangest part about this dream (which happens a lot in my dreams) was that my mother was there.  The 2 most vivid parts of the dream were this:

I was walking through a college dorm for some reason and walk into a large open area and see my cousin Valerie sitting there with my mom, my grandmother, and some women whom I associated as my grandmother’s sisters.  (I don’t know if she even had sisters).  Valerie asks me how the weekend was and I was screaming at her about how mean Melvin’s friend was, how the sleeping arrangements were bad, how I couldn’t get sleep.  She said “Well it was a sleepover.”

My grandmother said “Well this is the last time you’ll see me before I die”.  I told her that isn’t true.  She just got up and left without saying goodbye.

Then my mom and I took my uncle Melvin to a coffin shop.  He wanted to be buried with his brother and his uncle (both of whom had passed away years previously).  They coffin maker had made a 3 person coffin, about the size of a grand piano.  He had dug up the bodies of Melvin’s relatives he wanted to be buried with and Melvin got into the coffin to test it out.  Then the 2 deceased started talking to Melvin and us like it was normal.  Weird this is, I wasn’t scared that these 2 men, who had been dead for years were just sitting up, moving and talking.  They were joking and laughing, telling Melvin they can’t wait to see him.  After Melvin got out of the coffin, the coffin maker’s assistant told the 2 deceased men that he was going to close the lid.  They laid back down like it was normal and the lid was closed.  The coffin maker told my mom and I “tell Melvin to find a cold dark place in town like England to put this coffin in until he dies.  I don’t want these bodies to be out in the summer and start stinking up the place.”

The only other thing I remember about this dream is my mom and I were driving in 2 separate cars talking on the phone.  We came to an intersection and she went straight and I turned left into a subdivision and kept driving for a while.

Second dream was even stranger.  It started out I was at work, but I was in there alone.  I was in the back moving boxes around.  Mike our warehouse manager had bundled up some single sort recycling boxes for us (which we have 2 paper/cardboard recycle bins but don’t need to bundle them up) and I was moving them around.  I then realized I was in the building by myself and had to leave because there was supposed to be another person in the building with me.  I kept trying to leave but kept getting distracted.  I had let a bunch of employees in to wash the dishes (we don’t have dishes, we’re a guitar store) but I still was trying to get outside before I got in trouble for being in the store alone.  Then as this is going on I’m watching a trailer for the new season of The Walking Dead.  I wasn’t watching television, I was just watching the trailor unfold in front of me in real life.  The scariest part was when a zombie with blood coming out of his mouth in an all black background, front lit, turns to me and says something but I don’t remember.  Then the voice announcer starts saying something like (paraphrasing) “To make their way home, the zombies realize that they need love”.  Zoom out to a bunch of zombies laying on towels on the ground rolling over and kissing each other.  Some were just Zombie heads, some were partial zombie bodies.  It was somewhat romantic.

There you have it, a window into my subconscious.