Three Dreams
Over the past few nights I've had some rather peculiar dreams that I feel I should record for future use. My last dream turned into a nice short story, so perhaps I can preserve these dreams until I know what more to do with them.
The first dream I had was two nights ago. This dream was very much like Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games. I was situated within a large city along with others (most notable being my friend Tyson, Celeste Huffaker, and Annie Clawson as people that I actually recognize) and, as in the book, we are all forced to essentially fight the other teams to the death. There isn't much to say as the dream was short, but I did glimpse a few things. We were at a place that looked very much like Murray High School, except it was a business building and while much taller in the center, the rest of the building was no more than two stories high. It was here that I was standing beside Tyson (I think) and then there were two guys I don't recognize standing a distance away with tommy guns in their hands. One looked like the guy off of Prison Break, the cop with the reddish hair (he's also on Hitch) and the other was a man that was African American, and the two were dressed like business men. Two stories up was Celeste and Annie looking down on us. This is where the dream gets strange. First of all, none of us attack each other at this point, but we mutually agree to kill each other tomorrow. Then, I'm suddenly talking to Celeste on mutual grounds because apparently I'm paired with Annie for some reason. Since she and Annie are friends, she wants to switch me because she wants to make sure Annie is safe and is certain I won't do a good enough job protecting her. I agree to this, but somehow it doesn't happen. I'm waking up in some hut with Annie still as my partner. I recall that we meet up with the other four at that building and we all enter the elevator together. I get off with Annie at some level, and that's when the two nameless men pull out weapons and threaten to kill everyone there unless they promise to help capture me (I'm obviously the most wanted to be dead). They pulled out their guns and begin to kill everyone, but then suddenly I'm back in that little hut with Annie and there's Celeste, talking to me telepathically, saying that something bad will happen unless I trade her places... and then I awake.
The second dream was the most peculiar. A girl I'm very unfamiliar with was in this dream, her name being Natalie White, a friend of my friend Dianne Blocker. This dream takes place at my grandparents house in rather gloomy weather when its raining. Natalie had a relative that lives next door to my grandparents, and so we get to talking next to my grandpa's old trailer, and Natalie, being an animal lover, knows of some animal that needs her help. We go behind my grandparents' house and jump over the fence to the field that slopes down the back of their home. I can't remember the conversation that took place, but I end up walking back to my car and falling asleep/sitting in it for over two hours as I think about Natalie. I can't remember the thoughts precisely, but I am inspired to race back to where we were earlier. Natalie is caught in the fence and there's some black bear down the path. I help Natalie get untangled and we both lay flat on the ground, my arm over her protectively, as the bear and her cub walk by us. The bear growls, but as we sink lower it decides to just leave us alone. Apparently this begins a wonderfuly little relationship between Natalie and myself, though it somewhat odd. The rainy, gray skies stay the same the entire dream, and so our intimate talks (as that is the only real affection we show in our dream is through our words) are quiet to suit the surrounding. Anyhow, some time apparently passes and I'm staring at the scene of a distressed Natalie with tears in her eyes calling me out on abandoning her. There I am with no sense of remorse and just excusing myself from ever being with her. At least, I believe its supposed to be me, but its hard to say. The individual that would be me is nothing like me, the face is entirely different, and yet it is me she is addressing. This gave a rather peculiar perspective to me, because the man she was angry at looked like a villainous man by all means, and leaves a lot to think of. Anyways, the dream ends with that argument.
The last dream I had was a gray sky morning with light rain. I had heard that Rob, one of my former cross country coaches, was heading up a run that day and so I put on my old shoes and get to running. I run down my street of 7th west to the first corner and then turn down into my neighborhood. This leads me into a rather old European type neighborhood some how (think England) with large buildings that slope the horizons. It's raining harder now, and so I continue to run into a large building, somewhat like a factory, where I find a number of familiar faces. Though not on the team, I see Carlie Jones in there stretching for a run, and a number of other cross country runners dressed for a run and stretching. The ones that I can remember are Megan Ririe and Sara Evans, and also Zack Battenfield. There were at least seven others, but their faces weren't very visible in the dark room. I speak to them briefly but feel as though I need to keep on running, and I encourage them to do the same. They say that they are perfectly safe and have nothing to worry, but I keep going. I run to the window, open it, and jump out onto a rooftop. Clambering up it, I continue to run over buildings with this odd feeling that some dark figure is watching me, and I can even hear a sinister laughter, but that is all there is to the dream.
So here they are, three very peculiar dreams that I want to do something with, but I'm a little too focused on my book at the moment to do anything about them now. Here they are though, recorded, and hopefully they'll lead to some more inspiration.
