An old movie-like dream

I had this very long dream in the summer of 2002. The only reason why I can remember so many details from it is because I began to write it down right after I woke up. So here it is:

Johnny Boy has just violated his parole from a 15-year sentence, in which he has only served 10 years for good behavior. Johnny Boy gets bailed out by his apparent lover who has to put up the house for bail since it was so high from Johnny’s violation of his parole. The two drive off to their house. There Johnny Boy says he needs to drive around a little bit so he can clear his mind and relax for a while. After he promises not to do anything “stupid” again, he is off and deep into his own thoughts. He thinks to himself for longer and longer, pondering why he steals and how he ended up in the situation he was in now. He knows that when he is tried again, he will be thrown back in prison for even longer than his sentence was. Johnny Boy finally conjures up the memory of his tormented childhood; one he spent mostly in an orphanage where every person was abusive towards him. He remembers all this and that all the children at the orphanage were equally as abused and that they continue to belong to that orphanage until they are released at the age of 18. This was the story of Johnny Boy’s life, and he planned on taking his revenge on the people who virtually led him to his life of crime. Johnny takes a gun to the orphanage of his youth, a large run-down building just outside the state border (where technically Johnny was already jumping bail). Johnny Boy storms into the place and infiltrates it as tactfully as he can. After he sees that the conditions which the children live in are no different from the time he lived there, he plans to attack and detain all the orderlies who committed these atrocities. The orderlies, some of whom (while they were 10 years older) were the same ones who abused him, are all tied up in one way or another, but none are killed. In a fit of panic, one little girl, who secretly keeps as a pet a little hamster which she hasn’t named yet, calls the police saying that a certain “Johnny Boy” is there. Later, Johnny befriends all the children in the orphanage and makes his way into the headmaster of the orphanage’s office. In there, Johnny boy gets into a scuffle with the man and remembers how much he himself used to abuse Johnny in his own ways. The fact that he was rich and that he ignored what was going on in the orphanage for mere humanitarian tax cuts for his business was its own form of abuse. This enrages Johnny and drives him to shoot and kill the owner. Meanwhile the state police have pulled up Johnny’s file and are on the way to the orphanage. When they are close to arriving, the little girl explains worriedly to Johnny that she had called the police while she was distressed before, when she didn’t know who he was or what he was doing. Johnny says it’s ok and asks for quick way out where he can gain access to the headmaster’s car. By then, Johnny has looted the headmaster’s “laundered” money which was partially liquidated in his safe; it was quite a lot of money. He makes out with the money and the car just in time, as the police arrive right after he leaves. Right after he leaves, the little girl picks up her hamster and says “hmmm, Johnny Boy… It’s about time you got a name…” So, when the police asks the children about this alleged “Johnny Boy” in the building, they all deny it and all the little girl does is hold up the hamster saying that it’s the only Johnny Boy she knows. The dream closes with Johnny Boy driving off in the car, with enough money in hand to start a new life.

I forget, it has nothing to do with lewis carroll

This is the dream I had when I was taking a nap in my new room on the ancient hard-as-rock cot. Early I had been to the Chop Suey bookstore and seen a book of Lewis Carroll's photography. This got me thinking about Alice in Wonderland I guess.

So, the part I'm remembering took place in a giant bookstore, and was connected to an orphanage. The orphans weren't allowed in the bookstore but his one little girl would constantly go in anyway, and the store always had to call the cops to get her out. One day when she was in the bookstore, some shady looking woman who was running from somebody crashed into her and dropped a book, and sped off without a word. As the little girl was looking into the book, a fat wad of cash fell out, and she realized the book was a photo album of millions of other orphans. These kids had all dissappeared mysteriously and were believed to be trapped in some magic world than only existed in a certain part of the human brain.

As the little girl looked through the book, she recognized one of the pictures. It was her long-lost elder brother, and she resolved then and there that she had to go find him. So then she got chased out of the bookstore again, only it wasn't the cops this time, it was the same people that were after the first lady, and they had dogs. She discovered there was this big conspiracy around the book she now had in her possession, and of course they were after the fat wad of cash as well. Then the little girl decided that the only way she could find her brother and bring him back from that magic world was to get adopted, so she set out on her search for some parents.

So some stuff happened on her quest, don't remember it, so of course it was really awesome. Then she found some foster parents, and they were apparently kind of eccentric rich hippie-types. The mother was very sick, and couldn't have children of her own, so she kept adopting. One of the other children she was fostering dissappeared, so she had become obsessed with finding that magic world, and her husband assisted her.

So some more weird stuff...The little girl found a spot in her garden which accessed some forbidden zone in an alternate plane of reality, where secret thoughts and ideas are stored away until they are needed. When she entered that zone, there was an explosion of noise, and the garden turned into a drive-in theater, where the screen showed scenes of her life, and of her real parents. Then she asked it to show her the location of her brother, and a cartoon cat jumped out of the screen and started attacking her head.

The cat then led her around to various parts of the forbidden zone, but of course I can't remember the REALLY AWESOME stuff that happened in it. The cat imitated a circus clown and was showing off its unicycle skills, and the girl became friends with a gorgeous porn star who turned out to be the child the foster mother had lost.

The dream ended by the time the cartoon cat was placing needles in and between the little girls legs, just to be obnoxious. She never found that older brother, or discovered anything more about the conspiracy that was chasing her throughtout the whole dream.

And I woke up with a really really sore back.

From good to bad to kareoke duel

I start in a fairly isolated place, perhaps it was a monastary; I'm not sure since I had this dream a long time ago. Anyway, I'm happy just walking around when all of the sudden some random person comes up to me and whispers in my ear something about a thing that looks just like person but that'll eat me alive. So from then on I knew it was a dream and to try to prevent it from going bad I barricaded myself inside things as much as possible, which has actually worked in other would-be nightmares. However, it didn't work in this dream since the monster was able to lure me out and pounce on me. In a last fit to try to save myself I turn to the other people who were there and that same guy from before says "Sing at it! It can be destroyed if you sing at it!"

So as strange as that sounds, I start singing I don't remember exactly what, and it seems to get a reaction from the monster. After I'm done with my song, the monster kicks in with his own song, then I do mine and back and forth till I end up just end up embarrassing the thing into submission. What I can remember is ending, as a final taunt, with "Start a Fire" by the Tiger Lillies and waking up kinda happy about that.

weird kitty caity

I hope that I can remember this correctly. It was just this morning, but after a full day of work it feels like ages ago.

I dreamt we were all back in Tucker, only of course it wasn't Tucker high school, that is just the closest description I can think of. Whatever it was, it was a school, there were four of us. By us, I mean an us that keeps changing people, so really it was a whole lot of people but only four at a time. I doubt that makes sense, but of course it does in a dream.

I was wearing very dark sunglasses, that were too dark to see anything clearly but it hurt my eyes to take them off. So, the whole classroom was dim. There was some talking going on, lots of talking, and weird people. The classroom became a gym, or maybe a skating rink, I am not sure which. There was this very odd fellow, rather flamboyantly dressed, that I recognized from somewhere. His face was kind of like Depp, but of course it wasn't Depp, and he was blonde and a little scraggly (almost ruffian) and wore a cape. We were exchanging names, and it seemed like he was having trouble coming up with one, so he blurted out, "Kate! I'm Kate, my name is Kate!"

So a random girl pipes in, "You can't be Kate! My name is Kate! Give me my name back, you son of a bitch!" And there is some scuffle over the name, some stuff happened, then we're all riding a special bus (not THE special bus) to school grounds, which apparently we had left at some point.

On the bus, I am looking out the window, and I see lots of random friends walking on the street, and I am tapping on the glass trying to get their attention and waving at them. "Hey that's my Liz! Oh look, and Tiago!" And then I turn to Kate sitting next to me, "Why doesn't he get off his damn cellular phone, he is always talking on that phone! Darn those mobile phones!" And it was just completely spontaneous and meaningless.

By the time I woke up, I had been of course at a PetsMart, and I think sitting in a fuzzy cat gym. I have always kind of liked those and wished I was small enough to play in them. I know, pff, weird kitty Caity.

an infiltrating, genderfucking adventure

I get caught infiltrating somewhere I wasn’t supposed to, and I'm shoved into this isolated jail somewhere. In my dream I’m very adventurous, and most people perceive me as a woman. In jail I meet this really cute guy who has had a troubled life up until now. I’m about to get out of jail on my own when all of the sudden secret government employees pull me out and tell me there’s a job for me to do somewhere overseas. I accept the job because I enjoy a good challenge.

At the place where my job is it’s almost surreal, I jump from house to house in the middle of the night supposedly going someplace in particular. The area’s heavily guarded also so I frequently change from female to male to female to male disguises and almost get caught, like, three times, but I don’t care…I find it fun. Also, though my dreams tend to be monochromatic, each room was a different color, while the overall dream remained this grayish blue color. I remember this one part where the room I’m in is just this lustrous white, that’s because it was the master bathroom. Since it’s so peaceful in there and the hot tub looks so inviting, I take off my skin-tight clothes there and take a bath only to be soon interrupted by some guard who wants to know if the person I was supposed to be was ok in there. I decided he should pay for his disturbance, so I took a metal fountain pen that is lying around, opened the door, and before he could say anything I stab it through his neck. By then the magic of the room is gone (the white is not so lustrous any more) so I put on my clothes and climb out the window onto the roof again.

I’m almost at the building where I’m supposed to be when I fall on the grass from the building, landing on this rather large guy, possibly a guard. We struggle a little bit like in the movies, and he calls me a “dyke” and says things like “why can’t you accept life within the gender binary?” so I tell him “there is no gender binary, now leave me alone!” Just then I get free, but everybody’s rushed to the scene. I am somehow able to put all the blame on this guy for causing a fuss and get away. A CIA operative comes out of the area too and tells me I’ve done what I needed to do already, which was prolly cause a distraction while she took care of what needed to be done. Shortly thereafter we hang out and have a banquet-type party, where I see that boy again from the beginning and seeing him out of jail makes me happy again.