A Dream, 12-13-10

My mom and I are in some small town in southwest Texas. There are lots of antique shops and I believe the main street is a dirt road. Its late in the day, and the sun is just about to dip into the horizon. We end up walking into this small shop to do some Christmas shopping right before the shop closes.

I don't know how long we were in the shop. It couldn't have been that long, but all of a sudden we were at the only checkout lane/register in the store with this huge (no, HUGE) pile of miscellaneous items we planned to purchase. Now, when I say miscellaneous, I mean completely random, and when I say pile, I mean a serious heap of stuff. There was everything in this pile from socks, to little pieces of candy, to soccer cones, to finger nail polish, to a folding chair, a laptop computer, a fishing reel, a basket of leaves, shirts, pants, belts, watches, bricks, bottled water, a lamp, a car tire, a flashlight, some kind of moon-shaped pendants, just a bunch of random stuff!

So, the only cashier was an older gray-haired man and I think he was also the shop keeper. After scanning about half the items, he shook his head, looked at his watch and said, "Here, you finish up", handing me the barcode scanner, so I guess we were supposed to finish our own transaction. There was also a couple in line behind us; they only had one item to purchase but it was too late to let them go in front so they just kind of stood behind us mumbling to themselves.

I started scanning the items one by one with the little hand-held scanner. Some of the items had their barcodes printed in hard to read areas, like little pieces of candy, and so what I knew was going to take a long time started to take forever.

After some time of scanning objects, with the pile not seeming to get any smaller (I think my mom was adding things to the pile as I was scanning) a familiar voice said in a low growl, "Here, let me finish this." Suddenly, the beast was standing behind the checkout counter, wearing a green and red apron and an elf's hat. He took the scanner into his paw and started scanning items. I blinked once, and my mom and I were suddenly standing outside the shop in the street. The sign on the shop's door said closed. There were about thirty bags filled with the stuff we'd purchased sitting all around us. I ran back to look through the shop window to see if the beast was still there, but the shop was completely dark.

15 October 2010

Yesterday, after I got home around 6pm from a busy day of school and basketball, I layed down on the couch just to rest my eyes. I must have fallen asleep within seconds of my head hitting the cushion. I had the following dream.

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It is the late afternoon, and everything was in black and white, which is very common for my dreams, except for little patches of color here and there where it seemed like color was weakly trying to break through. I was jogging on the shoulder of a highway alongside a woman riding a bike. Her face always seemed turned away from me and hidden by pale blond hair, so I don't remember if it was someone I knew or not. I am barefoot and can feel the warm pavement on the soles of my feet. There is no traffic. We are both carrying large objects, unusually large objects, like heavy pieces of furniture. I am loosing my grip on whatever it is I'm carrying as we race along. I look down at my side where I'm carrying the large object and it has turned into a door. Seeing me struggling, the woman takes the door from me then speeds ahead on her bike carrying both large objects. Watching her race ahead of me, I take a mis-step into the grass beside the road and something barbed, like a short piece of barbed wire, sticks in my left foot in the 3rd and 4th toes. The woman turns away from the highway and heads into a wooded path, like a corridor of trees. I turn in after her, my fight still caught on the barbed object, and find her in the woods fallen off her bike at a bend in the path. I run to her, crying "Oh, no, oh, no, no...!". She says, "It hurts right here," and points to a spot just below her left hip. I see an icon of the sun tattooed on her wrist. I ask if I should call anyone for help, and she says she's not sure I should. I starts to say, "My name is Krys..." but I don't hear her very well. She then takes out a cell phone and dials a number.

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I woke up to the sound of my cell phone ringing. I could hear my mom in the kitchen singing to herself and preparing dinner. I wasn't sure if I was still dreaming or not. My phone rang again. Disoriented, I grabbed my phone which was on the floor beside the couch and answered it. I heard a woman's voice say "Hello", but with an electronic sounding voice, like it was just a recording. I said something like, "Uh, hello? Who is this?" But I didn't hear anything but static on the line after that. I listened for about a minute or so, not sure what to expect, then hung up.

My name is Logan.

7 September 2010

Last night's dream.

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I was in a waiting room, sort of like at a doctor's office. It was me and someone else, an older person, maybe my mom. The other person was sitting and reading something and I was pacing nervously around the room. At some point I noticed through an open door a woman laying on her side on some sort of white examination table. She was wearing a patient's gown that left her back exposed from the waist up. A doctor (I guess he or she was a doctor) was unplugging a large, thick, red and blue braid of wire from the back of her head. The woman shuddered as the wire was pulled away.

The doctor was speaking to her in a calm tone, reassuring her everything was okay. When the wire was pulled completely away, I noticed it had been plugged directly into her exposed brain right where the spinal cord goes up into the skull. When I saw the exposed area I became uneasy, like I would faint, and suddenly very upset. I started to cry and scream because I knew what was going on.

It was some sort of process where people would go into long sleeps and live paradise-like fantasy worlds. I didn't know exactly what was in the worlds, but I knew the people had all of their desires fulfilled and nothing to worry about in the world. Everything there was peaceful and happy, and when they were plugged in the people stayed in that state for several months at a time. When they were finally unplugged for a short while before they went back, the people had to be relaxed and reassured because it was emotionally painful for them to return to reality.

I continued to cry and scream as the doctor gave the woman some kind of a short just above the elbow. The person in the waiting room was trying to console me, telling me that it would be okay and that it didn't hurt much and that I was going to be very happy. But I knew something was terribly wrong with it all. When people started getting the treatment, being plugged into the paradise worlds, it was optional, but I suspect that it was becoming less and less so.

I then started to choke, uncontrollably, like something was caught in my throat. That's when I woke up.

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It turns out I really did have something in my throat, like a crumb, while I was sleeping and that's what woke me up. I continued to cough and choke as I sat up in my bed until I dislodged the thing. It was around 4am. I went to the kitchen, had a sip of water, then went back to bed.

Si oiseau j'etais

This doesn't happen very often, but last night I definitely dreamed I was a bird.

I don't know what kind of bird I was, but I was rather small, maybe the size of a finch, and my feathers were black and white. It's kind of hard to describe, but I knew I was me and I knew as I was flying around that I really wasn't a bird. It felt sort of like I was given some sort of temporary gift, like something was allowing me to see life from the perspective of a bird.

I was flying around someones house (not my own), through a garden, sometimes landing on a wooden fence, sometimes on the roof. At some point I saw a family, in a blurry off to the side sort of way as if I weren't really looking at or paying attention to them. I think it was a mother and her two kids walking out of a garage where they had parked their car.

At some point I landed on a water hose or something long and skinny on the ground. (Probably because I got stung by that thing) I quickly took flight when I saw a large red beetle crawling in my direction through the low-cut grass.

I remember circling a large tree and seeing the sun in the distance. For a moment I felt like I was being drawn to it, like that's where I belonged. I saw a few other birds in the distance flying toward the sun and immediately started after them. But the more I flapped in that direction, the heavier my wings seemed to get. Not only that, it seemed I wasn't going anywhere because I kept circling the tree even though I was trying my hardest to fly toward the sun. I felt like I would burst into tears as a sick feeling started to grow inside me and a weight seemed to bear down on top of me. My breathing became labored. No matter how hard I flapped and how much I tried to change my direction, I just kept circling the tree.

When the other birds seemed to disappear into the radiance of the sun, I heard a sound. It was soft at first, distant. I heard it once, then again but louder, and again even louder. It was the sound of my cell phone's text message alerts.

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And that's when I woke up. I had fallen asleep on the couch, and when I looked down at my phone on the floor there were four text messages received. All of them were from the same person. None of them really were necessary.

Ouch.

So, I'm out riding my bike in the woods behind my house, having a good time, cruising through the trails, enjoying the shade from the sun and suddenly I feel this sharp, sudden sting on my right arm just above the elbow. For a moment it felt really cold and I though maybe a branch had just whipped my arm, but then it started to hurt like the dickens. I look down at my arm and there's a red and purple circle: something had stung me. I don't know if it was a wasp, bee, or anything else that stings, I just know I got stung.

I don't know why, but I find it sort of funny that the 'culprit' was not identified and still at large. That's right, the little creature that stung me for no apparent reason, is still out there in the woods (for all I know), perhaps sitting in his little den or hive, relaxing with a cup of tea in his rocking chair chuckling diabolically to himself, just waiting for my return. I mean, I never even saw him, or her, or it, or whatever. That's just wrong. It's just flat out evil.

Even at this very moment, my arm is throbbing at the spot where he got me. And now, no matter how hard I try, whenever I go out into the woods I am going to be wary of mysterious stinging creatures lurking behind every branch and stone. Maybe that was his plan. Maybe he just wanted to send me a warning, as if to say, "stay out of my part of the woods or else..."

18 August 2010

Last night's dream. I woke up around 3 A.M and could not go back to sleep.

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I remember getting on a bus, sometime in the afternoon. The sky was overcast, grey, foreboding, and a light drizzle fell, just enough to dampen my jacket. I sat down on the first seat I came to and tried to use my cell phone to call Mark. when I pressed the call button, 'no signal' scrolled across the screen and figured it was because of the weather or maybe the bus was passing through a dead zone. After several attempts I looked up and noticed several people around me having the same problem.

After about ten minutes, the bus suddenly and violently stopped, causing the phone to fly out of my hand. After picking it up from under the seat in front of me I looked out the window and saw traffic jammed all around us. The traffic lights were out, and people were standing around their cars looking rather confused. Someone complained to the bus driver that 'it was his job to get us out of the traffic and to where we needed to go' the driver barked something in response about the radio system being down and that the bus was completely walled in by traffic.
I felt something was terribly wrong, but at that time I couldn't have imagined exactly how wrong things were. I looked down at my phone and saw that it had very little charge left. I turned it off to preserve what was left of the battery, though, for some reason, I felt like I would never need it again.

The ground under us began to rumble as from a distant explosion. The rain fell a little heavier. The driver calmly turned off the engine. Everyone on the bus sat and quietly waited.

31 Days Later...

Well, here we are again, another (what was it Bleah, a month?) has passed and I somehow find myself gravitating to the blogosphere again. And where have I been for the past month and what in the world have I been doing...? Well, I'll let you, my readers decide. So, what do you think Logan has been up to for the last month that was so important he couldn't sit at a computer for five minutes and type a blog entry. Just so your imaginations don't get too out of hand, I will go ahead and tell you a few things I have NOT been doing for the past month...

1. I have NOT been a spy in any foreign country.

2. I have, in fact, NOT left the United States or the planet Earth.

3. I have NOT been suffereing from severe heat stroke brought on by this infernal southern summer heat

4. I have NOT been wandering in a Labyrinth hidden beneath the country fighting all sorts of mythological creatures

5. I have NOT been filming movies in Hollywood.

6. I have NOT been in a coma or had any other incapascitating illness

7. I did NOT change into a bird or any other animal that lacked the proper digits with which to type.

8. I have NOT been under the influence of any mind controlling polar animals...at least I don't think so. Really, I'm not so sure about that one, but I'm pretty sure that wasn't the case.

Well, there you go. These things did NOT keep me from blogging, so I'll now leave it up to your imagination to guess what I have been doing...