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I think the following was actually four dreams or more. There are some spots I can’t fully recall and that’s where I suspect I may have woken up or something causing the dream to end or switch gears. The helicopter ones may have some elements that I recall but not in what order. All of the following happened in one night of dreaming.
In one dream I was on a road near a river. This seemed like something in Florida where the road was higher than the river by like ten feet. The road was fenced off from the river and the road and river ran parallel across from an airport. Something flew a front piece or bow of an aircraft carrier over the river. It was a prefabricated piece. Then back to back weird helicopters flew over as escort protection. They checked me out for a few seconds before carrying on. The helicopters were tan and white with Air Force plastered on them. They were weird in that they looked retro but were modern. The cockpit had a large plexiglass front. Along the side behind the cockpit was an open air sitting area for gunnery guys complete with a huge heavy machine gun. This station looked like a topless soda can with a machine gun sticking out of it.
In the second dream I was at mom and dad’s place. I was walking along the road nearing the Jahns and Clarkin’s houses when one of those helicopters appeared. I called them marines this time around. They were checking me out again. I had a tall white bucket with me that was about 2 feet tall. It was full of dirt but their sensors said it was French! I know this makes no sense but that’s what happened. It was like they were treating like a bomb or something. The helicopter which seemed fairly small for a multi-man vehicle close up landed on a tree. This tree was small next to the other trees. It had only a 6 inch diameter trunk. It was leafless and its trunk split into a Y-shaped form. The helicopter landed/wedged itself in the y-shape. I remember thinking that that marine pilot was really good. They just watched me until I went back up the road to mom and dad’s house.
Next I was in the kitchen. Another helicopter came by. Now there were two in the area. From the road area about 6 to 8 marine investigators were mulling around the backyard and wood pile. They had what looked like metal detectors and devices like that and were sometimes in mom’s flower beds. I guess they were looking for contraband. They didn’t hassle us. It felt more like a show of force to intimidate us.
I went outside and hopped onto a go cart by the cellar that looked like the dragster race car from the old movie ‘Munster Go Home’. The marine people were finally leaving. It had been hours since they first arrived. Some lingered about though. I blasted by the wood pile and barn and down the trail that leads to the backfields. I stopped seeing a teenager by the old chicken coup cellar hole. He was smoking a cigarette. I think he had a go cart too. He seemed harmless and just trying to hide as he smoked. I headed off and another kid showed up to join him. The first kid’s mom showed up and then a bunch more people all by the rock bridge. Then dad showed up. Worthless discussion started up. The mom was complaining about her house. The backfield area passed where our land stopped had been cleared and turned into a small housing development area like the kind they use to make after World War II. For some reason, I often dream about this happening to that area. The houses looked decent but were cheaply built. Apparently these people were a bunch of people living in that development.
I hopped back into the go cart and started to go through the crowd forcing them to move when my brother Greg showed up. He gave me shit about leaving the crowd of people but I eventually left anyways.
I can’t remember much else after that.
Another dream had me as an intern at a hospital. The doctor teaching me was a fetish woman I’ve seen on the internet. Her name is Heike. She’s also a dom and was one in the dream but kept it secret. But here she was really just a hot doctor. I knew her secret though but didn’t tell her. We got along great and I was enchanted by her. She was thoughtful and funny as well as being a patient teacher. We walked around the hospital discussing patients. We both looked professional in our white coats. I may have even been wearing a tie! She was dressed otherwise in black.: a high neck sweater, pencil skirt, hosery, and pumps. Even her glasses had black frames. Her long blond hair was free and done to almost her waist.
I don’t recall much else.
Next I was sent or had to go to another hospital. I had to drive there but it wasn’t far, maybe 10 minutes. I hadn’t seen this city before and it doesn’t exist in real life but I knew where to go. It was a nice climate and sunny and warm and I’m sure it was on the west coast of the U.S. I certain I was driving a convertible with the top down.
Next I was a patient in the hospital in a sort of emergency room. I was on a bed but fully clothed and I seemed to be fine. It was like I was waiting for someone. The place had a lot of glass walls and glass sliding doors and you could see all over.
Dr. House from the TV show House was there. He was helping the teenaged son or daughter of a large black man. This man was big and round like an offensive lineman from the NFL. He had a tight beard, maybe a goatee and a close cropped haircut. He was sweating a lot and the beads of sweat covering his head were massive like large rain drops. His child was dying and he was really angry. He threatened House until House was in a chair and cupping his face in his hands and crying.
I got up and walked around. I saw a girl I know from the comic forum You’ll All Be Sorry. I’ll call her doc girl because she’s a doctor in real life. There was another lady there that we both knew. I think this second lady was also from YAB but in real life she really doesn’t exist. She was in her early thirties and was slim with cottony shoulder length blond hair. She was on a table in a room apparently waiting to be examined or something. This giant room we were all in reminded me more of a large newspaper room like the kind you see in movies. It has tons of glass walls and glass cubicals and you could pretty see from one end to the other. I’m guessing there were some curtains one could pull for privacy in the examining rooms. The room was bigger than a football field and a ton of people were milling about all consumed in their own affairs.
Then the smaller room where the second woman was blew up. Not sure of the cause but flames roared up from the floor and was a thick column that looked like a geyser. It hit the ceiling and curled back down on itself. Everything was red tinged like an erupting volcano. The woman had flames curling back down on her but she wasn’t moving at all. Doc girl, another person and I ran to help the woman. It was very dangerous and we should’ve died outright or suffered horrendous burns ourselves but we were barely scathed. I went to slide the woman off the table as we cringed by it but doc girl said no. We needed gloves because that somehow protected the woman’s burnt skin. We started to look around and someone found some sort of black blanket that seemed like a sheet of plastic. We slid the woman on and lowered her to the floor while flames roared around us. Doc girl and I crouched down to help her. Doc girl was in a white doctor’s coat and either red or black slacks. She had on black slip on shoes with a small strap and buckle across the top of the toe area for extra design. She was griping about wearing heels that day. Her heels were maybe one inch high and a block heel. I told her her shoes were ugly.
Doc girl told me I needed to get marker cones to help the woman. I asked like the huge road construction cones but she said small ones like a foot high. I ran off to find some. The only place I had seen some was in the corner supply area next to the bed I was originally in. This was some distance from the exploding room. I found some there and headed back but now doc girl was there and in her own emergency room bed. Seems she was sick to start with and had already saved the woman during the time I was gone. She told me to find the woman and place the cones on the storage area between the legs of the bed. Otherwise, people would remove or steal her personal belongings. I did this and later left the hospital.
The hospital overlooked a bay that was maybe a half mile away. A couple of huge bridges traversed the bay. The bridges were fairly low to the water looking like a large rolling hill. There were two side by side for each direction of traffic and each had like 6 lanes. The bridges were more wide than tall. They looked like larger versions of the ones I’ve seen in Groton, CT.
The city was a sprawling city of at least several hundred thousand if not a million people. The area felt like the west coast. The buildings were mainly one or two floors with taller ones along the coast. The far coast of the bay seemed fairly high from the water like it was a small mountain range or a cliff. There was a yellowish glow and lots of shadows as if the sun had just crested the horizon. Things were beginning to bustle like it was just before morning rush hour. I saw more marine helicopters from the other dreams in the distance flying over the two bridges.
A guy looking like actor James Woods was there and some others too. We went down to the dock for some reason. The dock was like a topless garage not some wooden planks. Once there Woods was handed pictures and then me a few moments later. I got like 10 pictures to look at. I could see what Woods was looking at but could only clearly see when I got mine. The pictures were from doc girl. They were like 8’ x 10’ or larger on glossy paper. Some were different sizes than others. About half of my pictures were of the woman we rescued. They were operation pictures taken from weird angles like looking up at the table. The pictures were frighteningly graphic. The woman was covered in blood and lots of her skin was blackened and scratched up from the explosion and fire. She was cut open like an autopsy. She was cut open wide and everything exposed from the base of her neck to below her navel. It was horrific and I was in shock. I was crying over them traumatized over the pain and suffering of this woman. To doc girl’s credit, the woman would apparently survive and have a full recovery! I couldn’t see how considering half or more of her bodily organs had been exposed. The other pictures I don’t recall but I think they were of a ship ferry.
The guys and I then got a history of the ship ferry before us. It seemed like it could hold 20 cars or so and had a deck and a half deck above the floor deck. Somehow doc girl was related to this and I think she knew that the boat had originally belonged to Marvel Comics. The white boat had black trim and was around 10 to 15 years old. It could still float but risked sinking at any time. I can’t really recall the history but it was at one time very safe after a revolutionary safety device had been installed after a near sinking. That’s when it became a car ferry and was one of the safest boats for years. It had some sort of inflatable inner hull that became a standard for boats for years after that. Then it was outdated and unsafe.
Now the boat had been restructured to have several more decks each about 6 and a half feet high. People barely had any head room. I saw two decks and they were filled with human sized action figures. I think they were doc girl’s. They looked like Marvel’s Kree alien race which look just like men except for blue skin. They wore form fitting white outfits. The shoulders had color highlights and there was a circle on the center of the chest. These color highlights were either sea green or magenta but never a mix of both.
The boat took off for a short voyage. I may have been on it. I think I was at least part of the time before launch. These trips were occasional but the boat could sink at any time.
The dream ended as the boat pulled out of the dock area which was like a watery driveway between tall buildings.
It took about 45 minutes to jot down the freehand notes and about the same to type all this up. Ugh!
I think the following was actually four dreams or more. There are some spots I can’t fully recall and that’s where I suspect I may have woken up or something causing the dream to end or switch gears. The helicopter ones may have some elements that I recall but not in what order. All of the following happened in one night of dreaming.
In one dream I was on a road near a river. This seemed like something in Florida where the road was higher than the river by like ten feet. The road was fenced off from the river and the road and river ran parallel across from an airport. Something flew a front piece or bow of an aircraft carrier over the river. It was a prefabricated piece. Then back to back weird helicopters flew over as escort protection. They checked me out for a few seconds before carrying on. The helicopters were tan and white with Air Force plastered on them. They were weird in that they looked retro but were modern. The cockpit had a large plexiglass front. Along the side behind the cockpit was an open air sitting area for gunnery guys complete with a huge heavy machine gun. This station looked like a topless soda can with a machine gun sticking out of it.
In the second dream I was at mom and dad’s place. I was walking along the road nearing the Jahns and Clarkin’s houses when one of those helicopters appeared. I called them marines this time around. They were checking me out again. I had a tall white bucket with me that was about 2 feet tall. It was full of dirt but their sensors said it was French! I know this makes no sense but that’s what happened. It was like they were treating like a bomb or something. The helicopter which seemed fairly small for a multi-man vehicle close up landed on a tree. This tree was small next to the other trees. It had only a 6 inch diameter trunk. It was leafless and its trunk split into a Y-shaped form. The helicopter landed/wedged itself in the y-shape. I remember thinking that that marine pilot was really good. They just watched me until I went back up the road to mom and dad’s house.
Next I was in the kitchen. Another helicopter came by. Now there were two in the area. From the road area about 6 to 8 marine investigators were mulling around the backyard and wood pile. They had what looked like metal detectors and devices like that and were sometimes in mom’s flower beds. I guess they were looking for contraband. They didn’t hassle us. It felt more like a show of force to intimidate us.
I went outside and hopped onto a go cart by the cellar that looked like the dragster race car from the old movie ‘Munster Go Home’. The marine people were finally leaving. It had been hours since they first arrived. Some lingered about though. I blasted by the wood pile and barn and down the trail that leads to the backfields. I stopped seeing a teenager by the old chicken coup cellar hole. He was smoking a cigarette. I think he had a go cart too. He seemed harmless and just trying to hide as he smoked. I headed off and another kid showed up to join him. The first kid’s mom showed up and then a bunch more people all by the rock bridge. Then dad showed up. Worthless discussion started up. The mom was complaining about her house. The backfield area passed where our land stopped had been cleared and turned into a small housing development area like the kind they use to make after World War II. For some reason, I often dream about this happening to that area. The houses looked decent but were cheaply built. Apparently these people were a bunch of people living in that development.
I hopped back into the go cart and started to go through the crowd forcing them to move when my brother Greg showed up. He gave me shit about leaving the crowd of people but I eventually left anyways.
I can’t remember much else after that.
Another dream had me as an intern at a hospital. The doctor teaching me was a fetish woman I’ve seen on the internet. Her name is Heike. She’s also a dom and was one in the dream but kept it secret. But here she was really just a hot doctor. I knew her secret though but didn’t tell her. We got along great and I was enchanted by her. She was thoughtful and funny as well as being a patient teacher. We walked around the hospital discussing patients. We both looked professional in our white coats. I may have even been wearing a tie! She was dressed otherwise in black.: a high neck sweater, pencil skirt, hosery, and pumps. Even her glasses had black frames. Her long blond hair was free and done to almost her waist.
I don’t recall much else.
Next I was sent or had to go to another hospital. I had to drive there but it wasn’t far, maybe 10 minutes. I hadn’t seen this city before and it doesn’t exist in real life but I knew where to go. It was a nice climate and sunny and warm and I’m sure it was on the west coast of the U.S. I certain I was driving a convertible with the top down.
Next I was a patient in the hospital in a sort of emergency room. I was on a bed but fully clothed and I seemed to be fine. It was like I was waiting for someone. The place had a lot of glass walls and glass sliding doors and you could see all over.
Dr. House from the TV show House was there. He was helping the teenaged son or daughter of a large black man. This man was big and round like an offensive lineman from the NFL. He had a tight beard, maybe a goatee and a close cropped haircut. He was sweating a lot and the beads of sweat covering his head were massive like large rain drops. His child was dying and he was really angry. He threatened House until House was in a chair and cupping his face in his hands and crying.
I got up and walked around. I saw a girl I know from the comic forum You’ll All Be Sorry. I’ll call her doc girl because she’s a doctor in real life. There was another lady there that we both knew. I think this second lady was also from YAB but in real life she really doesn’t exist. She was in her early thirties and was slim with cottony shoulder length blond hair. She was on a table in a room apparently waiting to be examined or something. This giant room we were all in reminded me more of a large newspaper room like the kind you see in movies. It has tons of glass walls and glass cubicals and you could pretty see from one end to the other. I’m guessing there were some curtains one could pull for privacy in the examining rooms. The room was bigger than a football field and a ton of people were milling about all consumed in their own affairs.
Then the smaller room where the second woman was blew up. Not sure of the cause but flames roared up from the floor and was a thick column that looked like a geyser. It hit the ceiling and curled back down on itself. Everything was red tinged like an erupting volcano. The woman had flames curling back down on her but she wasn’t moving at all. Doc girl, another person and I ran to help the woman. It was very dangerous and we should’ve died outright or suffered horrendous burns ourselves but we were barely scathed. I went to slide the woman off the table as we cringed by it but doc girl said no. We needed gloves because that somehow protected the woman’s burnt skin. We started to look around and someone found some sort of black blanket that seemed like a sheet of plastic. We slid the woman on and lowered her to the floor while flames roared around us. Doc girl and I crouched down to help her. Doc girl was in a white doctor’s coat and either red or black slacks. She had on black slip on shoes with a small strap and buckle across the top of the toe area for extra design. She was griping about wearing heels that day. Her heels were maybe one inch high and a block heel. I told her her shoes were ugly.
Doc girl told me I needed to get marker cones to help the woman. I asked like the huge road construction cones but she said small ones like a foot high. I ran off to find some. The only place I had seen some was in the corner supply area next to the bed I was originally in. This was some distance from the exploding room. I found some there and headed back but now doc girl was there and in her own emergency room bed. Seems she was sick to start with and had already saved the woman during the time I was gone. She told me to find the woman and place the cones on the storage area between the legs of the bed. Otherwise, people would remove or steal her personal belongings. I did this and later left the hospital.
The hospital overlooked a bay that was maybe a half mile away. A couple of huge bridges traversed the bay. The bridges were fairly low to the water looking like a large rolling hill. There were two side by side for each direction of traffic and each had like 6 lanes. The bridges were more wide than tall. They looked like larger versions of the ones I’ve seen in Groton, CT.
The city was a sprawling city of at least several hundred thousand if not a million people. The area felt like the west coast. The buildings were mainly one or two floors with taller ones along the coast. The far coast of the bay seemed fairly high from the water like it was a small mountain range or a cliff. There was a yellowish glow and lots of shadows as if the sun had just crested the horizon. Things were beginning to bustle like it was just before morning rush hour. I saw more marine helicopters from the other dreams in the distance flying over the two bridges.
A guy looking like actor James Woods was there and some others too. We went down to the dock for some reason. The dock was like a topless garage not some wooden planks. Once there Woods was handed pictures and then me a few moments later. I got like 10 pictures to look at. I could see what Woods was looking at but could only clearly see when I got mine. The pictures were from doc girl. They were like 8’ x 10’ or larger on glossy paper. Some were different sizes than others. About half of my pictures were of the woman we rescued. They were operation pictures taken from weird angles like looking up at the table. The pictures were frighteningly graphic. The woman was covered in blood and lots of her skin was blackened and scratched up from the explosion and fire. She was cut open like an autopsy. She was cut open wide and everything exposed from the base of her neck to below her navel. It was horrific and I was in shock. I was crying over them traumatized over the pain and suffering of this woman. To doc girl’s credit, the woman would apparently survive and have a full recovery! I couldn’t see how considering half or more of her bodily organs had been exposed. The other pictures I don’t recall but I think they were of a ship ferry.
The guys and I then got a history of the ship ferry before us. It seemed like it could hold 20 cars or so and had a deck and a half deck above the floor deck. Somehow doc girl was related to this and I think she knew that the boat had originally belonged to Marvel Comics. The white boat had black trim and was around 10 to 15 years old. It could still float but risked sinking at any time. I can’t really recall the history but it was at one time very safe after a revolutionary safety device had been installed after a near sinking. That’s when it became a car ferry and was one of the safest boats for years. It had some sort of inflatable inner hull that became a standard for boats for years after that. Then it was outdated and unsafe.
Now the boat had been restructured to have several more decks each about 6 and a half feet high. People barely had any head room. I saw two decks and they were filled with human sized action figures. I think they were doc girl’s. They looked like Marvel’s Kree alien race which look just like men except for blue skin. They wore form fitting white outfits. The shoulders had color highlights and there was a circle on the center of the chest. These color highlights were either sea green or magenta but never a mix of both.
The boat took off for a short voyage. I may have been on it. I think I was at least part of the time before launch. These trips were occasional but the boat could sink at any time.
The dream ended as the boat pulled out of the dock area which was like a watery driveway between tall buildings.
It took about 45 minutes to jot down the freehand notes and about the same to type all this up. Ugh!
posted by DungeonMasterJim at 11:22 AM
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HOLY SHIT. Those are some weird dreams.
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