February 16, 2022
In this dream, my family and I visited my grandparents in Alabama. When we arrived, my grandfather greeted us with a smile. Seeing him was like seeing home after a long trip. Shortly after our arrival, my dad and I began exploring the back room with a blacklight. My grandparent's house was haunted, and we were going to look for evidence of the supernatural. My father had a UV light, and I brought along flashlights, one for me and the other for him. We explored my grandparent's bedroom and bathroom as they had the most significant activity. The bedroom itself seemed quiet, but the master bathroom was not. Using the blacklight, we could see fingerprints all along the walls of the master bath, definitely not those of my grandparents.
A growing sense of dread and anticipation filled the pit of my stomach. Concurrently, the door started to swing close behind us. Something sinister was making itself known. However, we managed to push through the door just before it could fully close, allowing us to escape. Stepping into the living room, we were just about to share our findings with the rest of the family when suddenly I was made aware that I held my testimony alone. Whoever walked out with me was not my father and had vanished. Dad must have still been hunting for evidence, and something tricked me into leaving him behind. With this revelation in mind, I turned towards the room, the door remained open, beckoning me to come inside.
It is here that the true nature of the house is revealed. Firstly, its name. The place was called "the House that Grows." The house erects its walls deep beneath the earth like trees, forcing its walls deep into the ground like a great tree's roots. It does so as it consumes the flesh of human victims. After a floor is finished, it decides a purpose for the room and furnishes it before it grows taller as that level rises above the ground. The walls and floor must be finished before the house will decorate itself. The walls seemed intricately designed and were formed through the flesh and bones of their victims. So much so that it was hard to distinguish its true nature at all. It's funny how the dream first states that the house grows with each new wall versus waiting to finish a floor before growing. Each wall was formed through the flesh and bones of three-thousand people, and the house itself had just finished adding a third level.
The family, no longer mine, was another whose story was being told. The house granted each member power, much like the Madrigal family from the movie Encanto. With each new level, the family residing there would find their powers getting stronger. I know that one had supernatural strength and another had a keen sense of smell with the ability to discern a thing's components/ingredients. This is what I get for listening to the white vault horror podcast all day and later listening to songs from Encanto before bed.
In this dream, a family name was carried on through a substance called "rice." According to the dream, men have precisely three-thousand rice, which is the seed of life that he takes with him through life. In the dream, rice looked humanoid in shape, neckless, with stubby limbs and short tails. Rice looked more like chubby dinosaur embryos than anything human. Focusing again on the conclusion of the dream, through an addiction to pornography, a young man wasted all the rice that he had, leaving him without the possibility of an heir, I think. A young woman was investigating the house but was interrupted. Her family didn't want her sharing the secrets of their home with anybody. They told her she must stop her investigation and accept the house. and its secrets It is for her good.
February 18, 2022
This next dream begins in a big mall. I intended to leave and head home while my brother was separately on the way already. I was determined to catch up, but first, I needed to pee. The mall was like a maze with some blocked-off escalators and a confusing floor plan. I road one elevator down a level or two and was thankfully overlooked by police officers posted up against a wall nearby. Not sure what they wanted, but I was happy to avoid them for some reason. Anywho, I had only wanted to use the restroom, and it seemed like such a hassle. Even when I found the restroom, it seemed not to be a restroom at all, and I somehow found myself in a restaurant. Why or how I don't know. Sick of the confusion, I gave up and headed home. Amazingly I was suddenly able to fly and left the building by crashing through a nearby window and soaring high over the city below.
It was dusk, and the city was coming alive. I tried to fly home but was confused by the winding roads, overpasses, and underpasses. I tried flying lower to the ground to get my bearings, only to find myself not only lost but somehow deep in the alleys of what looked like Chinatown. I decided to explore the area on foot, walking down tight alleys with open shops on either side, much like any other night market district. Eventually, I went inside a clothing store, not because I was interested in what was there but because I saw a crush of mine coming down the street from the other direction. Her name was Victoria, and this avoidance was my usual reaction to her. Please don't ask me why, but that's what I did, and I still feel bad about it because I always thought she seemed nice and friendly. Anywho, it didn't work because not only did she see me, but she and her two friends later entered the same store I had. I decided to levitate through the store as I searched for things, pretending I was looking for something so I could pretend I hadn't seen her. I searched through clothes racks while levitating upside down, looking for an excuse to leave without saying hello.
Of course, this did nothing to help me. As I attempted to make my exit, low and behold, there she stood before me. Dagnabbit, I almost got away, but I was glad I didn't. We started talking; of course, I won't run if I can't. I spent most of the conversation upside down. She was cordial, as she always was; I only wish that I could recall what we spoke about. Oh well, it was just a dream. Our conversation was interrupted by a big tiger without teeth. I held my hand down from the ceiling so that he could gnaw on it; I have no idea why. I'm also pretty sure that this tiger also barked just like a dog. Anyway, he bit my hand, it didn't hurt, but for some reason, I decided that I was done being his chew toy. A good thing for me because after I pulled my hand back, I saw that his mouth was suddenly full of teeth, and he was now leaping towards me. Good thing I was on the ceiling. I wasn't interested in becoming lunch, so I decided to head home again. It was pretty late now, and I didn't want my brother to worry about me. I flew out of the store, and the night began to turn to dawn almost immediately. When I looked back from where I had come, I saw a theatre and in front of me was a beautiful city. Several buildings were lined up nearby; all were similar to one another.
In front of us was a street that led to a bridge, and on the other side were tall buildings. They looked ancient and modern. It was almost as if a three-thousand-year-old building had been revitalized. To my left was a forest and everything I saw was surrounded by trees. I decided to go home, and as I began to rise higher into the air, I saw a red-skinned elephant-headed man running down the street towards the woods. He was at least 2½ to 3 stories tall. He immediately began kidnapping a young man; he utilized a machine where the child was taken by tentacles and held in one of 6 or more gold-trimmed long black rectangles. The whole time he was muttering to himself that the legend must be put into practice, so people believe it. Fear was in his voice. He had become a monster so that he could convince others that a monster was real. How strange. I managed to free the kid by flying into the machine and smashing it with my fist, shattering it instantly.
The first two dreams act as a kind of critique. I've never been good with relationships and actively avoid them. I've often avoided people that I like or pushed them away for one reason or another. I always have an excuse ready. The first dream talks about how I've used pornography as a way to help me push people away and keep my mind off of the potential of a future relationship, family, and things of that nature. This would allow me to focus on my work without the distractions of love and laughter that I tell myself a family could be. And so, through porn, my father's legacy will die with me, wasted on something that wasn't real.
The second dream is focused on avoidant behaviors I've displayed when encountering someone I like and see on a daily basis. As seen in the dream, I tend to hide as long as I feel that I can adequately do so. If I'm caught in the middle of my disappearing act, I will engage as if it was my intent all along. Typically I'll come prepared with a joke or question, and I may or may not have an exit strategy in mind that resolves around either. I'm sure I used these tactics in my dream, but I don't remember the conversation and can't confirm this suspicion. Funny enough, this goes against my personal philosophy, which involves direct communication with people I like to help me overcome the feelings head-on. Sometimes this involves talking about my feelings; other times, it involves being a good friend and listening as they tell me about the person that has captivated them. I've done both, the latter more so than the former, and both have worked pretty well in helping me form platonic friendships with platonic expectations with people that I like without any awkwardness, or at least it seems to work for me. Feelings some type of way is entirely natural and, for me, was best handled intentionally and not passively. I personally feel this is important because avoidance has led me to limerance and limerance is a kind of hope that is best described as lovesickness.
February 25, 2022
My family was cleaning up my parent's old house as they were getting ready to move. My brother and sister spent lots of time packing while my dad and siblings spent some time going out to get food. While my brother talked with my mother, I found myself in a secret hatch under the floor of my sister's room who was struggling to find her footing as she was packing her stuff much slower than the rest of us. By crawling through a tunnel in walls downstairs, I suddenly found myself in her room, how strange. It looked as though she was struggling to finish packing up her things. Simultaneously, I tried to avoid something dangerous that I don't remember anything about. As the dream continued, we encountered a grasshopper on the front door. We only noticed it when my father and siblings had returned with food. This grasshopper would reappear later on in a different form.
The home I found so safe was suddenly gone, and so were the familiar faces of loved ones. Green grassy hills rose all around us, much like the rising and falling of the ocean waves. Homey-looking cottages rested a reasonable distance from one another. The scene reminded me of Greenland or Ireland. In this strange land, a family, and friends of my brother and I, were traveling to China. My brother and I were accompanying this family of five on their journey home. Along the way, we met a young man of Northern European descent who was an orphan. The young man spoke French and a bit of English. Thankfully, another friend who was traveling with us understood French, and although he only spoke Spanish and English, he was able to act as a translator for us all. Funny enough, the grasshopper was the French-speaking child we had now encountered. I'm sure as they spoke, what I heard was a form of gibberish and not real French.
A woman around my age was also present and made him an offer he couldn't refuse. Not sure what it was, but it led this little grasshopper turned child to journey with us to China. This woman was also from some European country, but I'm not sure where. The journey we were taking was a long goodbye, and we were traveling a great distance in order to do it, making friends along the way. It was similar in concept to walking a friend home after an evening of fun, the main difference being that this trip would be much longer. As we walked, the sun and moon cycled through the sky, and I remember in moments camping under the stars in humble tents. I also remember traveling over a series of walls that reminded me of the great wall of China. Sometimes the children would get tired, or their feet would hurt, and we would carry them while they slept. The dream implied that this journey would occur over 40 episodes. Here is when I initially heard the phrase that would inspire this dream's name, "the Longest Journey."
This dream would begin with me packing the last of my things as I attempted to help my parents get ready for their move. I never thought I'd live this long, only more proof that I was wrong about how my life would turn out, thank God. Today, March 10, 2022, my parents left for a new home. I wish that I could have walked them home, that this goodbye could have been a journey. I wish that goodbye could last longer, that the sun would stand still and give us just a bit more time. But if that happened, I would never want the moment to end. However, every journey has its end, every goodbye is followed by a journey back home, and this is the part that I dread the most. Where is home when it's people, and it's time for them to leave?
February 28, 2022
In this dream, I was watching a show with my brother and parents. We ended up watching the fairly odd parents, a cartoon about a boy with fairy godparents that grant his wishes. In the episode we were watching, we saw Timmy's mom and dad discussing the possibility of moving. There was such a subtle argument between Timmy's parents that we almost didn't notice it. As we discussed the moment, I explained the world lore to my parents. Humans in this world are conformists. Commercials and schools train both adults and children on how to think and conform to societal norms, causing them to lose their individuality.
This works out somewhat as you see adults all living in homes that look exactly alike and doing as society conditions them. But it's not perfect. You see the mistakes in people like Timmy's friends and family who are too rich, too poor, too nice, or too mean. They all failed to conform by emphasizing one of the many expectations society had passed on to them. Scientists then push this further within the dreams interpretation of the show. By utilizing the mind of something they thought was dead, a god/monster, they created technology to merge mankind with machines that were designed to control them. But a foreign influence seemed present and flaws sprang up that were otherwise unexplainable. As the company explored the idea that this God might still be alive, I watched a victim of their experiment tied to a chair and thrashing with a device over their heads. The control device. I can describe it as a helmet and do it no justice with this description. The dream basically ends here, it was rather short for sure but left me pondering it for quite a while.
The commercialization of culture is used to convince people to be whatever society needs at that moment. Moving out at 26 seems crazy; many people do it at 18 or 20. So why did I stay so long? I wasn't ready. I know I wasn't ready; society says that I should have been, that I should also have a girlfriend or be married, and I don't have those either. I also don't have a car or my driver's license yet, but this is me and where I'm at. Somehow it all works out, and I thank God for His creativity; Lord knows that every day getting to and from work is a miracle when public transportation is not a thing in this area, at least not any that I'm aware of. Regardless, I've decided to do life at my own pace; where I'm at is perfectly suitable to me.
March 1, 2022
In this dream, I saw old ladies gossiping about my parents about something. My parents were quite open about their personal testimony; gossiping seemed pointless when none of what these women were saying was a secret to anybody. Meanwhile, in the dream, my brother and I were trying to get a haircut. My dad was also with us. The barber had us sitting on a triangular-shaped piece of earth between a store and a sidewalk. Beneath us was a dark and mysterious chasm. The earth suddenly began to quake and shutter, and as the earth spread beneath our feet, my father escaped to one side with a few others, those being my nephew and a few customers, and the barber.
On the other hand, I escape to the other side while my brother stayed in the center. I called him to move, but he seemed frozen. Eventually, he chose to join me on the other side, and once we got to safety by the edge of the chasm, it began to snow quite heavily, but it didn't last many scenes. We didn't know how to cross the void at first, but eventually, we saw that the pit was not as bottomless as it seemed. We quickly calmed down and crossed a small bridge made by a few planks of wood fallen over into a short bridge. As we walked into the dirt-filled chasms, we found two small babies swaddled but alone. One I brought to my father, and the other was in my arms when I suddenly found myself in a creepy old house-like structure, almost like a long over tall treehouse that was falling apart and had half-built walls. This is where I brought the second baby. I tried to set him down in a cradle that I found and leave but then he began to cry. A family in a part of the long treehouse nearby, so I figured he'd be safe. But something in me wouldn't let me leave. The child looked at me with such love in his eyes, and his cries as I tried to leave broke my heart. I couldn't do it. The baby was only a few months old; I couldn't just leave. I found myself crying so hard that at times I couldn't even breathe. Maybe leaving would have killed me.
I stayed outside the doorway so he couldn't see me, crying on the floor while the child cried himself to sleep in his crib. Eventually, the crying stopped, and I re-entered the room and sat nearby to watch him. As I sat down, I hung my finger over his head, and immediately his eyes opened. With a tiny hand, he grabbed my finger and began to smile once again. He was such a happy baby and so excited to see me. I couldn't leave him there, not when they already had so many kids on their hands already that began to walk around the room and the place and play. Besides, this child had already chosen me as a home.
I reached back into his crib and scooped him out and into my arms. I knew I didn't know what my next move would be, but I couldn't stand there doing nothing, and I had to do something. I cared too much to just leave. So I started walking, and the dream flipped slightly again. The baby was gone, I suppose, and I was in an apartment (home) with my brother. Lynn, an older lady from my job at Walmart, appears inside looking for me. I began to understand what she sought and made a plan of sorts. I'll explain; just be patient. Lynn followed me as I paced through the treehouse and watched as homeless men and women gathered outside at different levels of the multi-story complex below us.
Lynn was afraid of dying, a new season of life, and she sought to follow us to some old notes I had once made that might teach her how to escape death. I decided to sit on the balcony and wait for her to arrive, knowing she would follow me up here. When she and my brother arrived I took a chair by the outside door and another by a nearby window and set it down on the opposite side of a little table. She had nowhere obvious to sit as the chair I had taken was one that was on her side of the table. This was intentional, though I can't remember why. I needed her to think there was not a chair already there and my brother to bring her one before sitting down. I think the act of kindness was to disarm her; even though it didn't come from me, she would still relax a bit, and that's what I was waiting for.
Meanwhile, I had to sit and pretend I was experiencing an epiphany. Before us was a small forest of trees all dead sleep from a sudden blast of winter. Leaves were scattered all over the ground in a beautiful array of fall colors. A man, facing us while half-hidden by a tree, bowed low before a single tree that seemed somehow different from the others. A small black cat, much like a cartoon but simultaneously 3D, played nearby in the fallen leaves. As it got close to the man, it suddenly struck and killed him. at the same time, the three of us watched. All of us then got up and stepped into the scene, and though the scene appeared somewhat at a distance from us, we crossed the distance in moments. As we looked around, a creature of abstraction, flashing colors, cartoonish and somehow much more full of teeth in a floating disembodied head appeared just as the scene shifted into a bedroom. We all were gathered near a bed to get out feet off the floor as the abstraction began to close the distance between us. Before she and my brother could get on, it took her down and out of my sight. In a moment, she was gone. It was so fast and oddly silent. Then it came for my brother. It bit his ankle, but before it could steal him away and yanked it off with my teeth before beating it to death.
As it lay dying, I hid under the bed's heavy comforter, and I don't know why. Three people appeared in the room's doorway, and my mom was among them. She saw me hiding, knew I was scared of something, and began singing while the other two people watched, a man and his sister. The scene had changed here, and I was suddenly alone. The song was an explanation as to what Lynn had sought. She sought immortality or stagnation. She didn't want things to change and was scared of the new season of life she was about to enter. But new seasons come regardless of how we feel. The song lyrics I remember are this; "Don't be so afraid of change that you never change yourself."
I haven't finished yet, but I just want to post something that's been on my mind for a while. I'll clean it up when I have the time for sure. Thanks for reading, even if it was only one of the dreams mentioned here.
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