Dreams between 3am and 9:30am on December 9th, 2009

I've been lax about updating this lately because the dreams that I've remembered over the past few days have been short. In one, my boss Bill Zuver came to the house for tea to talk about something. Then it was suddenly Silent Hill, and I was helping two young women find shelter. One of the "monsters" just looked like a guy with white make-up on. It made it all the more unsettling to hit him repeatedly in the head with a metal pipe until he died.

The night before last I had a dream that I was at some hybrid of work and school - I was in a cafeteria but it was full of work people. Then it became a bar at some point. I had a really hard time breathing. I would take a breath and get just enough air, but not enough to fully fill my lungs. It was very unpleasant. On to last night's dreams.

Dream #1:

This was a bizarre hybrid of work and some feel-good family TV show. I was living with my mom and little brother in this three story house along with my boss Mel and some dream person. One of the duties we had to fulfill was writing down activities where we "go the extra mile." It's one of those difficult-to-explain dream logic scenarios.

Anyway, we all determined that my little brother (who in the dream was about seven or eight years old) was doing all of the chores and work. He was walking with cherry lip balm making sure that our lips weren't chapped. When he went downstairs to apply some to mom's lips, he came back up and said that she wasn't talking or some strange thing.

I went downstairs to see what the deal was and found the carpet to be littered with red splotches. Some of them obviously from the cherry lip balm being pressed against the rug - I made a mental note to scold my brother about it - but there were spots of a darker red that were worrisome. I only assumed that they were globs of wax that dripped from a candle onto the floor.

When I opened the door to my mom's room, she was just lying on her bed, still and quiet with my brother standing next to her. Before toddling off, he said something, I can't remember exactly what, that worried me.

I went to find the others in the house but everyone was gone. I began to panic, and dialed 911. The operator wasn't very receptive to my call, and I ended up putting her on hold after I found that my mom was in a laundry room putting things away. When I tried to talk to her she told me to go away. Also, she had become Sarah Jessica Parker. What in this dream is scarier?

Dream #2:

In this dream, I was on an adventure with Link. We were searching for treasure, and I found a talking scarecrow who gave me some hints on where we were supposed to go next. There was another anime-looking guy with us with scruffy dark hair and wearing sort of samurai robe. I remember him being comically exasperated.

Dream #3:
The last dream was me watching a video of Vanilla Ice beatboxing. That's it. Sigh.