Dreamception

So this one time, I had this really weird dream.  You want to hear about it?

Cool.

Something depressing happened.  I'm not sure what (I think I had an abortion or something), but I needed to de-stress; I tried smoking.  It was weird and tasted horrible.  I could feel it burning in my lungs.  But after the first one, the burning feeling was replaced by a calming one.  I smoked one a day for the rest of the dream.  I woke up in a cold sweat and with a strong urge to grab my pack and go outside.  But then it hit me - I never smoked anything (and I hopefully never will), but I was left with this realistic sensation that I just couldn't shake off.

I don't always have dreams I remember so well, but I can recollect vivid fragments of dreams I've had in my childhood.  Some of my dreams are even reoccurring, coming back as a continuation of a dream I had a couple years ago.  I love those dreams.  They're so... surreal.  (But of course they're surreal - they're dreams.)  I have kept these dreams precious to me, hoping they'll come back to me the next time I lie in bed.

The oldest dream I can remember is from when I was very small (maybe like 6 or 7, but definitely under 10).  My father had come home one day from work (to our old house, in San Vicente).  I soon after discovered he was a vampire; not like a sparkly nice vampire, but something like a demon.  I tried to tell everyone else in my family, but I soon realized my mother was a vampire too.  They weren't my parents anymore.  They chased down me and my siblings - Adele was taken first.  We were screaming and running until they caught Abby too.  I was soon cornered between a wall and my parents' bed, crouched into a ball.  I woke up when they attacked.  It was was the scariest dream I have ever had.

When I was about 10, I had another dream.  I think it happened after me and my dad went to go watch Star Wars: The Clone Wars together.  I remember that night a lot, actually.  It was the first night I had spent alone with my father, not as a punishment, but just hanging out.  I had a swiss mushroom burger at Hamilton's, down the road from our new house.

Anyways, now that I've finished that tangent, I remember the dream was from the Star Wars realm.  I had come to visit my father at work, where apparently he was a very important/rich jedi (or at least some sort of intergalactic business man).  I had to take a space elevator to get to his office.  I remember being very proud of him and the sense of adventure.  The windows to outside saw the planet Earth from space.  His desk was on this suspended platform above some sort of pit.  It was pretty crazy cool, to say the least.

And then the dream that reoccurs the most is this dream of me and either my class or some other people going on a sort of field trip to a theme park (think Willy Wonka).  Something goes wrong and an adventure ensues.  I remember lots of bright yellow pipes.

There is this one dream that always reoccurs, but I can only remember it right after it happens.  Oh well.  Maybe I'll write about it when I remember it next time.