Shoe Skating

I have a pair of shoes, at least 5 years old. They're so old that the sole is all worn out and I have almost no traction whatsoever with them. Last night I had a dream involving these shoes. I was on a trip with some friends; for some reason I assumed we were in Las Vegas because that's where we always go, but instead of a casino in the lobby of the hotel we were staying at, there was a giant shopping mall. The mall had this smooth marble floor and because I had those old shoes on, it was like walking on ice. Except I never lost my balance. I did not slip, just slide. I could even propel myself as if I were wearing ice skates or roller blades. So that's what I did throughout the mall: skate. It was too fun not to do. As I passed by people, I heard them wonder how I did it. Most figured I just had those shoes with the small wheels in them, but some were simply confused.

At one end of the mall, I saw this one shop that interested me. I can't remember what I thought it was, but I know I didn't expect it to be a mini skate park. There were several teenagers in there, skateboarding on worn out wooden floors and ramps. My shoes didn't work as well here as they did in the mall, but they still worked relatively well. I played around there for a little bit before noticing one of my friends in a corner with several other people. There was a table and TV set up and they were playing what looked like Street Fighter IV. I talked with my friend for a bit, showing off my old sneakers before going back to play in the mall again. I "skated" off and that's when the dream ended...

Grandfather's Letters

I dreamt it was December and me and my nuclear family decided to visit my grandmother and some aunts and uncles over in the next city. But we also brought our cat along. She was going to be left there for a few weeks while we went on vacation. For whatever reason, there were some other cats also staying over at grandma's house, one in particular was really cute and affectionate. When it was time to go catch our flight, I suddenly regretted agreeing to go. We were off to China and I don't like vacationing in China. But it was too late, we had already arrived. My dream did not consist of the drive to the airport, nor the flight to China. We were just suddenly in China.

We weren't there completely for leisure. Apparently my late grandfather had some unfinished business there. He had some mail that was undelivered and we decided to deliver it ourselves instead of just mailing it. We also found a bag full of Chinese Red Envelopes and some money. It seemed like he owed a lot of Chinese New Year money to some relatives or friends. This dream started making no sense, so I just woke up...

Giant Gorilla

Last night I had a dream that went all over the place. First I started out in some kind of public storage area, on top of one row of storage units. It was as if I had spawned into a stage in the game Mirror's Edge. My objective was to evade the police. I'm not sure why, but it felt like I had broken the law at some point and just needed to get away. The first thing I did was knock down some red bars or pipes. Then I slid down these pipes onto a lower area and ran off. This first part of the dream ended rather quickly right here and there was a sort of scene change into the next part.

Somehow I had gotten into an escape vehicle, my dad's mini-van. But when I did, I suddenly had an aerial view of the car as I was driving. I must have evaded the police because I wasn't worried about them anymore. I was, however, worried about driving in this view. While I had a nice vantage point of all the things around me, I couldn't see too far directly in front of me so it was hard to know when to stop in time. I clearly remember being on this one street. To my right were some buildings, to my left was a nice, grassy hill. Somehow, I knew that in front of me was a stop light and a cross street. Past the cross street was the entrance to the parking structure of the apartment complex my family lived in. Except we have a house in real life, but my dream told me I lived in an apartment. Anyway, the tricky part was the street light. I couldn't tell if it was green or red so I slowed down just in case. But I came up on it faster than I thought and saw a bunch of other cars stopped there. My lane was thankfully empty, so I stopped with my full car length past the line. Embarassed, I backed up, but saw something on the grassy hill that freaked me out: a giant, rampaging gorilla that was bigger than a car. So I accidentally backed-up into another car then, in my panic, drove forward into a big rig before I was able to get my damaged mini-van into the parking structure.

I got out of my car and switched back into first-person view. While still a bit frightened, my curiousity got the better of me and I headed out to see if the giant gorilla was still there. There was already a crowd on the front lawns of the apartment complex when I got there. The gorilla was close by, but not rampaging anymore. In fact, it almost seemed playful, so nobody was afraid. But then something freaked it out and that's when the shit hit...my face. The gorilla started lobbing giant globs of its own feces and I was hit right in the face before I knew what happened. People still weren't all that scared (not of the gorilla anyway, but they were probably scared of being hit by its shit), so I just calmly went to a hose and started washing myself off. Thankfully, it washed off pretty easily, but I think I had some in my mouth and that was just unpleasant. I guess the dream didn't have anywhere to go from here so I just woke up...

Various X-men Dreams

Last night I had three dreams about the X-men. The first involved Professor X. Somehow, his mind was trapped inside the body of a giant ape. He snuck around the X Mansion, making sure not to get seen and frighten the students. Finally making it to a secluded room that overlooked a gym, Professor Ape telepathically contacted Cyclops and informed him of the situation. Things got hazy here; I'm not sure if they resolved the situation or not, but I transitioned into my next dream.

I was a mutant with weak telekinetic powers. I was with the X-men and we were on a mission to thwart Magneto's vague plans of world domination. My role was to drive by the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants and knock some stuff over with my powers to distract them. I did so and drove off, then ditched my car and tried to get away on foot. Unfortunately, Magneto found me pretty quickly. What ensued was a small chase through an alleyway, then a warehouse of some sort. There were a lot of tall metal shelves, so my capture was inevitable. Meanwhile, the X-men were nowhere to be seen. Dicks.

The last X-men dream involved me as a new mutant with a group of young X-men. We were walking down the street when we saw a truck getting rammed by other cars. Somehow, we could tell there was a mutant driving the truck and figured that the other cars were driven by human supremacists. Well, as young X-men, we weren't having none of that. We stepped in, using our various powers to scare the other drivers off, but some of them came back to harass all of us now. We offered to escort the truck to wherever it was going, so a few of us got in the truck. I rode in the truck bed with the others. I'm not sure what my particular power was. It might have had to do with fire and probably strength or invulnerability as well, because I was at the end of the truck bed, almost taunting cars to hit me like some kind of mutant bumper. As one car was about to ram me, my phone rang and I woke up...

Race War

Having another streak of dreams I can't remember when I wake up. The most I can remember of last night is that I was caught up in some kind of race war, but like alien races, I think. At any rate, it didn't have anything to do with the races we have now. There were three main races and I had parts of all three, exactly one third of each. The most vivid memory of the dream is a diagram with a silhouette of my body with three distinct patterns, each representing a different race. I don't remember much else, like if there was some kind of conflict or not...

Psychic Powers and the CIA

Last night I had a rather long dream. It started out in my high school. I was still a student there and school was over for the day. I went to the vending machines to get something to drink for my usual walk home. I think I wanted a chocolate milk because I hadn't had one in a long time, but the machine messed up and gave me a Mountain Dew as soon as I put money in. I tried again, but this time it gave me a Mountain Dew Code Red. I gave up and took my consolation prizes. On the way out of the school gates, I met up with a friend and he asked if I wanted a ride home. He had his own car and was already giving someone else a ride home, someone I didn't really like, but I took his offer anyway.

On the drive home, a drive that seemed to take much longer than it should have, my friend starts telling this story out of nowhere. This story involved him and his dad driving somewhere and they had an incident with the CIA. I forget what exactly the incident was about, but I remember it was probably something he shouldn't have talked about. Suddenly, a black Cadillac rams us from behind. I looked back and inside were three people, two men and one woman who looked like extras from Men in Black. The other guy in our car, the one I didn't like very much, screamed it was the CIA and they're probably out to get us all for talking about that story. I said that they must have bugged my friend's car during that incident and followed him around to make sure no one said anything. The agents pulled out guns and started firing at us, blowing out the car's windows. I cowered in fear, laying down on the backseat, wishing there was something I could do when suddenly I gained psychic powers. I got up and pointed my finger at the Cadillac and pulled the agents' guns away. Then I stopped both our cars and concentrated real hard on the agents' minds, telling them to forget what happened today and go on their way. It worked and they drove off in a stupor. At that point, I made my friend and the other guy forget too, for secrecy's sake, obviously forgetting about my friend's car being rammed and shot up. We drove off like nothing happened and headed towards my home, which was apparently past what looked like Chinatown. I grabbed my Mountain Dew from under the passenger seat and had a drink.

It felt like there was a scene change in my dream, as I just ended up at home later in the afternoon. I might have been drinking my Mountain Dew when I heard the doorbell and answered it. Outside was another agent, a new one that wasn't in the car earlier, and he stabbed me with a big syringe. While I reeled in pain, he explained that he investigated what happened today and somehow found out everything. He was the only one who knew, but what he injected me with were surveillance nano-bots, and the CIA would be able to see everything I did. I grabbed the agent with my telekinesis and brought him into my house. Inside, I sent a psychic electromagnetic surge through my body to destroy all the nano-bots. Then I did the same to the agent, assuming he had nano-bots, and made sure it hurt him when I did it. I then erased his memory and sent him on his way, but I picked up something from his mind before he was gone. Something big was going down tonight, some kind of riot or war at Fort Knox, I think.

Another scene change and it's night time at, I guess, Fort Knox. I must have used my powers to fly there or teleport there or something. Even though it was night time, there was plenty of light around from a huge fire. I was suddenly in third person view now, looking at whatever the huge fire was, but I couldn't tell what it was myself. But I saw a shocked expression on my own face and said "Oh my God," but in almost a "to be continued" moment, I woke up...

Sword Making

Last night I dreamt I was making a sword. I've seen videos and read a few things on sword-making, but I don't actually know much about it. I was in a backyard. Perhaps it was my backyard, but certainly not how it is now. There used to be this old red brick barbecuing station, but my family had that torn down years ago. I suppose that's what I was using as my forge in the dream. I had a charcoal fire going in the pit and a heavy cooking pot on top of it. Inside the pot was metal ore and also some crystals. Perhaps I was making some kind of magical sword, I don't know. Maybe I was trying to melt the metal and crystals together, but there was also water in the pot, so it was more like I was making a soup. It made sense in the dream, as if boiling the materials long enough would make them soft enough to hammer. I had a hammer with me, but no anvil so I'm not sure what I would have done if it came to that. Over to the side, there was a table with some wood working stuff. I was also making the sword handle, something I had actually done before as a personal project. Except this time, the wood seemed kind of spongy and soft. I'm not even sure it was wood I was working with, but considering the metal side of things, I guess it didn't matter. As everything seemed to fall apart, I woke up...

Mummies and Dinosaurs

Last night I dreamt I was in my house. Maybe it was my uncle's house, I'm not sure. It doesn't really matter, what matters was what was in the house. Or to be more precise, what was under it. Somehow or another, we discovered a hidden trap door in the middle of the living room. This door lead straight down for several feet and opened up into an underground tunnel. There was a ladder so some of my family decided to go down and explore. I did not go because my cat was there and she kept running around. I was afraid she'd fall into the hole so I stayed up top to keep her away. It didn't occur to me to just put her in another room. Anyway, what they found down there was what seemed like an ancient Egyptian tomb. There was a sarcophagus, maybe two. And lots of golden objects: torch holders, staffs, scepters, maybe some crowns and random jewelry. There was a lot of shuffling and excitement down there and I could see most of the treasure being moved around through the hole in the floor. I lost track of the cat and she started running around, then fell straight down the hole. Stupid cat, I thought. She didn't seem hurt, but I couldn't see her down in the tunnel either. I started to get worried, but not for the cat. Something made me feel like this dream was about to take a turn for the worse, perhaps some kind of mummy's curse or ancient evil. But nothing came of it because I woke up...

And fell back asleep into another dream. It was another one of my video game and/or reality dreams. I spawned (or was teleported or something) onto some alien planet. I had heavy armor on and a large, futuristic rifle. I also had a partner with me, a gruff old soldier-type person with the same gear. He was a cautious one and warned me about such and such, but I just wanted to explore so I walked ahead. But, as if right on cue, a large and angry T-rex burst through the trees behind us as I walked away from his warnings. It spotted my partner first and started chasing him. I got behind some rocks, not too afraid for my life, and started firing at the T-rex with my rifle. It was a powerful gun because it took the beast down in a few shots while my partner acted, reluctantly, as a decoy. I might have said something sarcastic, but at any rate, we decided to split up. He actually wanted to go ahead this time and do some recon. I decided to backtrack a bit and see if the downed T-rex dropped any items of use. I think I might have found some ammo (because T-rexes on alien planets carry ammo), but it was kind of a disappointing find considering the size of the dinosaur. There was only a small open and accessible area behind the T-rex and where we started. It was surrounded by trees and thick brush, so I didn't bother trying to go past that. In the open area was a nice stock of items. For whatever reason, most of the items were eggs. Like, regular chicken eggs. I think they were supposed to be a health item or something so I just put a bunch in my pockets. The only interesting item there was a pair of night-vision goggles. It was blazing sunlight at the time, but I kept the goggles anyway and started getting back to my partner. I might have met up with him, I might not have, but either way, I woke up...

RC Helicopter

Last night I had a rather mundane dream. I was in a large park area with red dirt and patches of grass. Most of the park seemed to be built on a hill with a spiral dirt ramp leading up. I was at the bottom walking up the ramp. To my left there was a fence and basketball court with some kids playing basketball. There was nothing on my right, no handrail, no fence, nothing. Just a ten foot drop to the rest of the park below. In my hand I had an RC helicopter so as I walked up the hill I launched it and played with it. I walked for just a little bit while playing with the helicopter, making it go up and down, side to side. It didn't seem fancy enough to do any tricks or go very far in any direction. Or at least I didn't know how to control it well enough. I decided to just go back down the hill and head home so I put the helicopter away. Away where, I don't know but it was now out of my hands.

As I walked back down the dirt ramp, I noticed my shoes had almost no traction on the red earth. But I wasn't falling as if slipping on ice, it was more like I had roller blades on and was just rolling downhill. Though the ramp wasn't too steep, it was pretty long so I built up a good amount of speed. I decided to do some tricks while sliding down. I got a lot of air when I jumped and did a flip this way and that and yet there was still some ramp left to go. It seemed much longer than on my way up and I was having way more fun than with the RC helicopter. As I neared the bottom, one of the basketball players accidentally threw his ball outside of the fence. It rolled off the ramp and onto ground level. I was about to jump down and get it but I woke up...

Succubus and Soul

It's been kind of hard to remember my dreams lately, but last night I had a pretty good one. Somehow, a vampiress or succubus or something had possession of my soul. The soul's physical form was a scrap of paper with some writing on it, a la that episode of The Simpson's when Bart sells his paper soul to Milhouse for five bucks. Anyway, I was confined to a backyard and porch area that resembles my grandma's house, but I assumed belonged to the succubus. She offered me a deal. If I can find my hidden paper soul, I get to go free. Otherwise, I stay hers forever. She did not state that there was a time limit or even if my soul was hidden in the area I was confined to, but I had no choice but to accept her deal. It was actually a lot of fun looking for my soul. Since I was given no time limit, I had nothing to fear. And even though she was confident I would never find my soul again, I was confident I would.

I began by looking in some unassuming places. There was a refridgerator in the back porch area, so I opened it up and looked in there, then behind it and on top of it. I knew that my soul was on a piece of yellow legal paper with a short list of something and there on top of the fridge I saw some yellow paper. I thought "this is too easy" but the paper turned out to be some advertisement. I then saw a phone book on a table and decided to leaf through it. I found several pieces of yellow paper, but they all turned out to be something weird: a report card, another ad, pages from some book; everything but my soul. That's when I realized that the succubus had planted a bunch of decoys all over the place. This got me even more excited and I wanted to find my soul, if just to shove it in the succubus's face, but unfortunately my phone rang and I woke up...