Yesterday I bought a sketch pad to keep by my bed so I could write down my dreams. So every time I came out of sleep, I’d jot down what happened. I guess it’s part of my comprehensive plan to blog twenty-four hours a day. Well, here they are. I’ll first have what I jotted down, and then the dream.
Weird bugs in room: I dreamt that Kelly and I were watching TV in my living room, and there was this show about bees. Well, with that, bees started coming from everywhere, so I ran into my room and locked the door. When I glanced around my room, I noticed there were bugs everywhere—ants, bees, everything—and that my carpet was all earthy and mushy. Well for some reason I started building this train set that turned into a launch system for this satellite that was probably about as big as my fist. It was all silver and metallic, but there was some mechanical glitch and I couldn’t get it to work. Then I woke up.
Carrie creepy house NY: Well, I was in New York—actually I think it was New Jersey. It was all grimy and there were no trees and there were all these weird places that we didn’t feel like we could go into because there were too many black people in them. So me and this group of maybe two others went into this high school prom, and they were really mean to one of the people I was with, and I said something about Carrie and that they’d get what they deserved. Well, I left and next door to the school was this little shack and out came out this really big black man who was evil and all covered in gross-ness and rags and it was somehow obvious he was going to kill everyone, so I ran away. Then I woke up.
Halloween party: I really don’t remember this dream. I guess it had something to do with a Halloween party, obviously.
Harry P. Tree Man: Well, this dream started and I was in this cool city, it was all beautiful and kind of French village, but in some aspects Harry Potter-ish. Well, I was walking around and something happened, then I started talking to this guy, saying “Yeah, I’ve read the first two (Harry Potter) books, I just did it because I couldn’t find anything good to read, and my friends were doing it.” “Yeah.” He said. Later, we were looking for someone, so we climbed up this ridge and on top of it was this cottage. We went inside looking for some guy and he wasn’t there, but then we noticed this sculpture on the wall of this tree-man and how lifelike it looked. Then it came alive and stepped out of the wall, as if to say “your quest is at an end, you have found me.” Then I woke up.