Michael writes:
I entered the cellar of an old mansion with a team of cat-burglar/specialists. We were there to find something out rather than to steal. I found a stack of old black and white crime scene photos on a work bench. Something horrible had happened here, and the photos that depicted the nightmare were left out in the open as if the events were just a natural part of this family’s story.
Six children had been savagely murdered by a teenage girl. She had killed them and then perched each of them atop a rocking horse. Continue reading
Cole sends us:
Inside a large house in the Edwardian era.
A little boy with knickers on and a bald head is playing when he hears someone crying in another part of the house.
He calls for his mother. She does not answer and the crying continues.
He runs up the stairs as fast as he can calling for his mother. As he is running up the stairs, he does not notice arms and legs made of glass strewn all over the stairs.
His mother is sitting in a chair in front of a mirror wearing a dress that she might have worn to a ball, and that might have been pretty once a long time ago. She is crying. Her face is hidden. Continue reading
Smidge sends us:
I am driving from Duluth to the Black Hills with a group of people. Parents and children driving together as families. This drive takes many, many days.
Prior to each day’s drive, there is a staged dance – the children leave the parents – the parents are left alone to dance – each day the dances get more and more intense and emotional for the parents.
I am in the director’s role. I am not participating in the dance – I have no children – but I am visible on the stage.
I can’t see an audience, but I know we are being watched.
In my car is my dear friend Edgar and his parents. Although, in the dream, his parents are my parents. Continue reading
last night i dreamed i was dropping my boys off at their dad’s house. when we entered the home it was like entering a reality warp. it was all ozzy and harriet inside. his girlfriend had soup on the stove and roast in the oven. the house was hotel lobby clean. her dress starched, her apron starched, her hair up in a bun, just a little to tight and high on her head. the soup pot had vegetables that were whole, and larger than usual sticking up over the rim of the pot. a bouquet of carrots, celery, kate greens, whole leeks and garlics, not really cooking down though there was steam rising around them. my kids dad, who was once my husband, was formal and polite as he greeted us and welcomed us into the house. the boys seemed to pass through this warp. upon entering the home their disheveled ways transformed into clean behind the ears, tidied up and buttoned down appearances. they sat quietly and only spoke when spoken to. I was grossly out of place in this environment. everything was unfamiliar, even my own kids. i felt lost and scared and woke trying to convince my children to leave with me.
Valerie writes:
I had a dream that I was in France at a grocery store. As I exited a random woman said something in French that I didn’t understand and placed her baby in my arms. Thinking she was coming back I waited on the corner for a while. She never came back. Time passed and I tried to make eye contact and speak to those around me – none would meet my eyes and none could understand. Suddenly I saw the time and knew I had to go. I couldn’t give the child to anyone else and so hopped on my bike and placed the child in the basket. I raced to the restaurant I was meeting someone at and standing outside the restaurant was the woman.
Valerie sends us two dreams:
#1
I’ve been invited to a big, semi-prestigous event and I’m excited. It’s held at a fancy hotel and seems to be something like a conference, run by a small group of people. Two of my brothers, I discover, are also at this conference.
Once the event begins and people are enjoying cocktails in the lobby area, the organizers announce that they have locked the doors and are planning to kill the participants, one by one. They will find us and let us know when our time slots are coming up. Continue reading
Bob sends us:
Another recurring dream, where I visit my old house in Powderhorn Park. In this installment, I’m walking toward the back door, when I notice that right beside the door is another door that I have never seen before; in fact the house has grown, and now covers part of the sidewalk. I enter this door and go up a long flight of steps. At the top of the steps, is another door from which emerges a cacophony of screams, yells, and curses. I open the door and walk into the life of the Skrillitzes. Continue reading
Soozin sends us the following EPIC DREAM:
Once a long time ago … I had the following dream … it always seemed kind of epic…but, has stuck with me for years….. and seems like something that might make a good puppet show….
In the Dream… somehow it had been reported that the end of the world was coming there were going to be these huge floods… and everyone was told to head for higher ground… for some reason I was traveling on my own and heading for higher ground…. but, along the way I came upon a school … and was tired from walking for some reason I didn’t have a car… so I stopped at the school to see if I could rest… there was only one teacher there and lots of kids….. the teacher told me she was staying with all the kids whose parents had abandoned them…. she knew the flood was coming …. but, could not leave all of the kids… the kids didn’t know the end of the world was coming…. they were running around a screaming and playing and doing all the things kids do…. some where in our conversation she asked me if I was planing to stay….. i told her no I had to keep going …. i just needed to rest… i thanked her for the food… and the rest and said i needed to keep walking…… before i left she asked me if i would do her a favor…. she said she had two very special children and she asked me if i would take them with me …. she said they were special and they should come with me…. i think in the dream …. i thought … she thought they should go to saftey to higher ground…. so I agreed to take them … they were very little maybe 2 and 3 years old…. Continue reading
On her first night home from the hospital, the Mr. walked inside with Mrs. and the baby in tow, and he went through and opened all the windows. The Mrs. held the baby close to her breast. The air from the open windows interacted. It got so strong it was rearranging furniture and twisting up the carpet under Mrs. feet.
The baby in her arms lifted up her head in that living room and her eyes found and fixated on the swinging (cluck) of the grandfather clock. Back and forth this long arm went, to and fro and side to side, while the baby slept it’s first sleep wide awake, watching the winds of time set sail.
Reema writes:
I dreamt that I went to the house of a friend and she had just had several babies. All the babies were tiny, like little mice or even baby mice. And one of the babies was lost and no one seemed very concerned, but I was very anxious about it. I was very worried that if the tiny baby was not found and died, it would really smell bad.
Noelle writes:
There is some sort of a bad person holding an infant hostage – he is walking over one of the Chicago River bridges which are made with a sort of steel grid so you can see the water below. I think this is my infant he is holding and I’m trying to get her back – I’m following him and look down to see giant Koi – the size of small sharks – in the water below. I’m afraid of heights and I don’t like going over bridges either. He tosses the baby over the bridge, I jump in after her, pull her out of the water and have to resuscitate her by flipping her over and pounding on her back until she spits out water and starts to breath. She is OK.
[So, we’ve gotten a few wonderful dream submissions that are in the form of very short, simple, almost zen-like images–I like to call these “dream haikus.” I’ve added some formatting for effect.]
Dianne writes that she was creeped out by the following dream:
Someone kept trying
to get me to hold a little baby
but it had a full set of teeth.
Sam dreamt:
I had a dream my eyebrows turned dark
and grew out to the sides of my head,
and no one had a tweezers.
Loren sends us these two:
I was taking the train to Uganda,
but I accidently go off in Japan.
It was okay, I just got on going in the opposite direction.
Before the election,
I dreamt I saw Obama in a rocky clearing,
fighting a bear. He won.
I dream of dada 