Had a dream that i was a married man and my wife gave birth to our baby. i was sitting in a darker bedroom, late afternoon, my dad was hanging out in a rocking chair nearby, he had a beard again, which he hasn't had in real life for 5 or 6 years. I'm on the bed, which is actually two twin beds pushed together, with a bluish bedspread, looking at my child. I begin crying tears of joy in understanding what it feels like to be a father. I then notice my child is actually peanut sized, and lacking in defined facial features, like a bit of overly warmed super sculpey, a badly shaped fleshy looking thing. Somehow he slips into the cracks and is eventually crushed underfoot. I'm blamed for the incident since he was in my care at the time and I'm taken to prison, it's cold and snowing outside as we head to my incarceration. Inside I'm met with a large, plain, formed concrete setting, that is laid out with a large open space in the middle, stadium seating around that, and behind the stadium seating a wall of cells to the ceiling on each side in the style of alcatraz. Concrete and bars. I mill about the prison and realize I'm there with my friend Jordan and my other friend Megan. Jordan is wearing a low cut black shirt with large leisure suit-esque collars and high heels and megan is in her normal t-shirt and jeans. Eventually all the prisoners gather in the seating on both sides for a movie on a huge white sheet/screen hanging between them. I spend a while fumbling about looking for a seat and finally settle next to a rather disgruntled looking gent, who I am thinking i need to impress by looking tough.

End dream.

no. in fact, the other night I had no dinner.

I dreamt I was in a gunfight with my family. Well, everyone except my dad and grandparents.
There were boxes and boxes of new GLOCKS and one Beretta.
In real life I own a Beretta and LOVE it. And have zero interest in having or using a glock.
In the dream it was hard to load the glocks, the clips were wierd.
Everyone was shooting at each other, but no one was getting hit.
And I was talking to my uncle, who I care about greatly and then a little cousin walked up, she was dressed as a princess and had a glock and pulled the trigger. She missed. I pulled my trigger and it turns out I had an automatic glock and she died.
So I killed everyone except my uncle. I was really torn on things, I didnt want this, but I didnt want to die either.
It was hard, it was stressful, I hated every bit of it.

Garrett, your dreams involve guns and family alot.

Dreamed last night that I went to see my sister and she was really sick, well I laid down next to her so we could see each other's face and I fell asleep. Well, I slept for 15 days. When I woke up my family was around me and told me that I missed out on alot of stuff. Everyone thought I was dead and they were getting ready to dress me for my funeral. I got woke up by this girl I know. When I asked her what she was doing there she said, "I'm doing what I always do, I check on my sick friends." I told her thank you and that I was sorry for some stuff that I did/said to her in the past. She just kept smiling and then she asked if I wanted to go see the new garage. We walked out into the garage and this old, chubby, bald dude was tiling a garage. (i'm not at anyone's house that I know). I ask why the garage is getting tiled and the person that I guess owns the house says, "because, it's going to look killer when it's done." I didn't have the heart to tell him it looked like shit. Then they started talking about how the old guy smelled really bad and it was because he always wore 5 shirts and sweat alot.

So, I go back inside and my sister that was sick is playing Wii. I tell her that I want next game, and she just keeps on playing. So I jump up and say, "yo! i've been asleep for 15 fucking days! you've had your turn now give it up, I don't know how long I have before I have to go back to sleep and then who knows when I'm gonna wake up again!" Then I woke up.

there were three parts this morning. Like, I woke up, was up for twenty minutes, went back to sleep and had a dream with three seperate parts.
First was work related - I was with a coworker and I was really really big, like 500 pounds and I was smashing into everything in the kitchen and I was afraid I'd get fired from my job.
no good.

Second was I was with some friends and we're waiting to be seated at a restaurant. We're waiting in the parking lot and a friend gives me a gun to hold for him. Its a rifle. Im holding it and looking for the safety switch and accidentaly fire it, I see the bullet fly far away and I wonder if I just killed someone or ruined someones life.
no good.

Third was that I was in Germany and I was racing there. I was riding my dads motorcycle towing my trailer. I was very excited to be racing and very excited to be in Germany. It was a huge event with many different areas for people, i couldnt find my way into the gates for racers. Then I realized I'd passed this point when going to a friends house in Germany. So I was trying to call her and her sister, let them know I was so close to them, I wanted to see them. I know that I have their number in my phone, but I couldnt pull the number up. And there was tons of porn on my phone, which in real life there is zero amounts of pornography. And I was running late, I knew I'd already missed the first round of qualifying, and possibly the second round. I felt like I'd wasted my trip there.
I also kept getting into hairy situations by pulling a large trailer with a motorcycle in a crowded area.
no good.

I didnt like those dreams.

theres aaron

I had an odd one last night, dont remember much about it though. But I know I was at this place and they were bragging on their computers. And they had computers from the 80s and the name of the computers (brand) was Mortal Kombat. And I said 'man, I use to love playing the video game of the same name'
And then I was escorting 3 people to the dentist and Beeson was there, he was the dentist. I have to say, he was being extremely professional.

Last saturday. I still remember the whole thing.

My sister calls and says that her pancreas is bad. That she is going to die. She is divorced and has 2 kids. So I tell her, "look, I can't bare to think of your kids growing up without a mother. I'll give you mine." Me doing that meant that I was going to die. So, I started giving my stuff away, (what little I had), wrote up a will, made arrangements for body disposal and organ donation, etc. I drove to the house where my kids live and sat both of them down. I told them, "I am going away, forever. I won't be coming back at all. I know you don't understand but one day I hope that someone will take the time to explain this to you." They are crying, I am crying, it's horrible. I can actually feel my chest hurting in the dream. I leave the house and go to fedex to get a fedex slip, (apparently in dream world you can ship organs fedex), I write out the ticket only to realize that I am writing an address for Ontario, Canada. So my sister lived in Canada in this dream too.
Then, all of the sudden I am running down the middle of west market street in greensboro. I am either going to the doctors to get the operation done or I am going to Somewhere Else Tavern to play one last show before I die. Still crying, and thinking to myself that even after I told everyone what I was planning on doing no one seemed to care except my kids. No one acted like they were going to care whether I was dead or alive.

Then Erik kicked me, woke me up and asked if I wanted to go to Whole Foods for a muffin.

Aaron Irish:Last saturday. I still remember the whole thing.

My sister calls and says that her pancreas is bad. That she is going to die. She is divorced and has 2 kids. So I tell her, "look, I can't bare to think of your kids growing up without a mother. I'll give you mine." Me doing that meant that I was going to die. So, I started giving my stuff away, (what little I had), wrote up a will, made arrangements for body disposal and organ donation, etc. I drove to the house where my kids live and sat both of them down. I told them, "I am going away, forever. I won't be coming back at all. I know you don't understand but one day I hope that someone will take the time to explain this to you." They are crying, I am crying, it's horrible. I can actually feel my chest hurting in the dream. I leave the house and go to fedex to get a fedex slip, (apparently in dream world you can ship organs fedex), I write out the ticket only to realize that I am writing an address for Ontario, Canada. So my sister lived in Canada in this dream too.
Then, all of the sudden I am running down the middle of west market street in greensboro. I am either going to the doctors to get the operation done or I am going to Somewhere Else Tavern to play one last show before I die. Still crying, and thinking to myself that even after I told everyone what I was planning on doing no one seemed to care except my kids. No one acted like they were going to care whether I was dead or alive.

Then Erik kicked me, woke me up and asked if I wanted to go to Whole Foods for a muffin.

Actually in the dream you just described you only told three people that know you that youd die - two daughters and a sister. The two daughters were upset and the sister was probably just relieved to know that her children would have a parent.
So where are all of these other people that dont like you?

And where was the part of the deam where you leave all your belongings to Pat Roby?

not a bunch of band hoodies. like 4. more band shirts/straight edge shirts than anything. and they are all extra large. so.....

Another odd one last night. Two actually.

First:

Im in Wilmington visiting my friend Drew and Im by myself and go to this cafe and there is my friend Tara Jeffries working. Im talking to her and tryign to sell her food. She tells me about her boss and the shady stuff he is involved in. Then the police come and arrest her, Im super bummed. I know she is a good person and is not responsible for what she is being arrested for. I hug her and tell her not to worry, I'll bail her out and get everything worked out for her. She says Im a good guy and then they haul her away. Then Im running, being chased. End up in a movie theater.
Then I wake up.

Second:
Im in France, Im talking to this girl named Jilliana who owns a local coffee shop (in real life). She says 'I have something to tell you, Kelly is here' (which isnt far off from reality, it is likely I'll run into her at the coffee shop and I dont know how I will react to that). And then there she was. Its been five years and now she is in front of me. And shes dating Pierre, some French dude. I dont like him. Multiple reasons, a) he is dating her and b) he is a crap dude. She is moving and Im helping load things for her etc and he aint doing jack. In real life there was a boy she was interested in before dating me (long before we dated), he was much like this dude - I didnt like him. So were moving stuff and Im talking to her some and then she was gone. Just gone. I turned around and she wasnt there, they said she'd boarded a plane and left already, but they didnt know where she was going.
I have dreams about her often, and I know why it happened last night:
1) Our first date included us waiting for a table for dinner so we went to Barnes and Nobles while we waited - I went there (same one) last night.
2) The first time I spoke to her about going out/hanging out was on Easter. These are both things that popped in my head last night while purchasing my magazine.

There was this part of the second dream where there was this huge dinner table made of steel and marble and I thought "oh crap, Im screwed, no way I can handle this' but I wanted to get a feel of how heavy it was so I tried to lift a side up - it was really light. And I felt really strong.

i dont know if that picture made you feel better garrett, but it made me feel really damn good

that picture makes me feel good anytime i see it

The dreams are back.
Another EX dream. This time my whole company was on its way to the beach for the annual beach trip they take us on and we were all riding motorcycles, it was cool. So we're stopped for gas and she rolls up on a motorcycle and starts speaking with my dad and his girlfriend and totally ignores me. And in their conversation mentions her husband, but she was wearing no ring. And they asked about it, she said 'well I mean, he will be, hes the greatest man I've ever met, everyone before him was terrible' etc etc etc and it was just crappy.
Then it started raining and I had left my rainsuit at home so I was trying to buy trashbags in the store.They had none to sell me and I was pissed.

I woke up half an hour before I needed to get up and I couldnt go back to sleep cause my heart was racing, beating so fast.

It is going to be a rough week for dreams....

Freaking sick..what inspires these dreams?

LeviFaustian:Freaking sick..what inspires these dreams?

That one, no idea. I mean, I sell steaks to people, but no snakes and I dont care much for snakes. I have no clue.

Now I know about a few parts of last nights dream
I had a dream I was staying in someones house for a weekend, I didnt even know them. It was one of those friend of a friend deals.
Anyway, they had a really sick house and I stayed in the owners bed. So I needed to changed the sheets and she had all of these different sheet sets, tons of colors. I know where that came from - I was looking in a catalog yesterday to order some embroidered shirts for work, had to pick colors etc.

Then the Zombie War happened.
I was not in town, I was at some random mall somewhere. I was south, but dont know where. Maybe savanah or atlanta or something, I dont know, just south of the triad.
It sucked, my family was not around, I feared I'd never see them again.
And then I happened to run into my dad and his girlfriend and some others. And I know where that part came in at - last night at a funeral I ran into them as I was leaving. It was the same people I ran into last night that I got on this elevator with.
Dad said he was broke, he spent all of his money on ammo.
So we were on a mission - get home.

And that was it.
Zombie stuff rules, this wasnt as fun. I never killed one, just out ran them and stuff to get away.

Ok this one definitely ranks up there with the most random shit to go on during a dream that I've had. I think some of this had to do with me watching clips of 2012 the other day and discussing with Thomas that "this is the beginning of the end" after bringing up that BP has pretty much given up on fixing the oil situation. The dream was epicly scary as fuck but had moments that were just on a different level.

So I'm getting off Stratford heading westbound onto I-40. As soon as I get off the offramp, a car passes me going the other way, in the westbound lane! I'm like WTF....I look ahead and see a whole line of traffic coming straight toward me in my lane. A truck sees me, freaks out, and runs off the road and crashes straight into a street light (this all before the Knollwood exit). The traffic behind the truck stops. Right then, the ground from the street light to the very end of the traffic, which reaches as far as a I could see, crumbles and drops a good 100 feet into a chasm. All of the sudden I'm driving through about a 50 foot deep canyon where I downtown winston used to be. I can see cross sections of building floors below ground level. There are cars overturned from where they dove down off the street. Debris everywhere. Then I transport to some apartment where I know I'm supposed to be at work. I am supposed to have a conference call with Vince, our director in LA. I somehow know that a giant earthquake has hit and leveled LA. I call Vince and his voice is shaky as fuck...he is about to cry. "CAN WE GO NOW....CAN WE GO NOW" he says......he was talking about evacuating.

I do the funny dream transport thing and boom, I'm in some apartment in nyc...Some guy I've never met who apparently is my friend is sitting in a chair next to my bed. We are listening to music. Across the room is a desk where sits JayZ and his friend. The only specific part I remember here is we are listening to the Price is Right theme and JayZ says like he is high, "AHHHH I LUV THIS SONGGGGGG"....Right then I look out the window (the apartment is located somewhere in midtown manhattan) and everything looks straight out of Escape from New York....an earthquake had hit here too....Bridges collapsed....street lights everywhere. There are hoards of people on bicycles trying to evacuate the city because there are no cars whatsoever. They move fast as fuck...like 30mph+ and move like schools of fish. There are aid stations along the way where injured cyclists are stopping for assistance.

All of the sudden I'm in one of the aid stations looking around. My friend, as well as JayZ, are there just hangin. People are yelling and there are bloody people all over. This girl lay in front of me on a bed. She has a shirt on but no pants or underwear. She's unconscious but wakes up and grabs her croch. "MOM?...MOM?....OHHH NO..." she says. She gets up (at this point I'm thinking she has to have a baby....even though she is nowhere near pregnant) franticly looking for something. There is a plastic trash can near by and she sits on it, grabbing the rim with both hands and releases a garden hose shot of runny shit. There is no fart sound, just the loud slap of the shitblobs blasting against the bottom of the trash can(think Van Wilder). As I walk away from the situation, the shit blast is so powerful, than the splashes from inside the trashcan actually splash out onto me. "AHHHHHHHH WHAT IS SHE DOING?" I yelled. As we three try to flee the room, JayZ screams "SHE SHITTINNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!"

then i woke up

I had a weird dream last night, highlights include:
-having to make a 3-point turn every mile or so that I drove
-a girl who i wasnt dating (or have ever dated in real life), her father having a talk with me, asking about my finances and if Im able to take care of his daughter, how many kids I want to have with her, and how many vacations per year I will take her/children on
-me breaking the fathers heart by telling him that we arent dating and she is already married
-the family of the girl owning nothing manufactured since 1990
-the father being really excited to show me his classic camaro, on the way out to the garage I told him my father had one about 15 years ago. Get to the garage and it, too, was from the 80s and beat to hell. He then asked what my father had and I felt weird telling him it was a mint 69 Z28.
-being at said girl/daughters birthday party and not knowing it was her birthday, so I had to take some construction paper and scissors into the bathroom and making a card to give to her.
-Her scissors were the kind they have in elementary school, the pink and white ones that are super dull and have small finger openings.
-people accusing me of pooping while in the bathroom. but I didnt, I just made a card.
I didnt like the dream, it was odd. I know why some of the things happened in the dream (example - the girl whose father wanted me to marry her, she did one of those survey things on facebook.com yesterday, the father/boyfriend talk happened to someone i know but from what I understand wasnt nearly as positive as mine, the pooping thing - ive had a lot of dreams about using the bathroom lately, I dont know why)

meant to post this in the am:

I can't remember what came before this in the dream but I'll continue from the middle….some stuff definitely happened before that so I'll try to be specific. So somehow I'm in the marines doing time in Iraq. I have a brother (who isn't Blake) and he is testing out weapons near base camp. I give him a Javelin and he blows up a tank. I tell him he shouldn't have done target practice on a tank because thats one less tank we have in the unit. Then he tells me he will be discharged soon and I have to take his spot as staff sergeant. He also tells me that I have to go boot camp. Right then I realize I'm not actually in the Marines but I'm a regular civilian and I'm about to go on a 2month sabbatical…but that isn't for another 3 months so during that time I will have gone to boot camp and then back to Iraq. This freaks me the fuck out because I will never go to boot camp and I'm too small/weak to be in the military. Soon after, I find myself in some type of ship and I'm Raphael from TMNT. I realize boot camp might be a breeze since I'm a ninja turtle. I look outside and these massive waves start crashing onto the beach. First 50-footers then they get bigger and bigger. Suddenly they stop crashing and just fuse with the land. The land starts crackling and turning into swells which ripple further inland. The ship starts to rock heavily with the massive waves and starts to flood inside where myself and the rest of the recruits are. Suddenly the inside of the ship is gigantic, the size of a football field and the waves are entering the ship. The rest of the teenage mutant ninja turtles are there and we all take our shells off and ride the waves like surfboards. Then we get to a nano wall that shocks you if you try to go through it. But all we had to do was put Jergens all over and you only get shocked a little trying to go through….thats all I remember….then I woke up