Dream Book Entries from 2021-2024

Dreams have always been a fascinating aspect of existence to me. When I was a kid, I imagined my future self designing a "dream catcher" machine when I got older that would allow you to record your dreams at night while you slept so you could wake up and play them back in a video format. I wish something like this actually existed because it's often hard to remember all the details of your dreams, and mine are often random and wild.

Ever since I was really young, I liked to write down the dreams that I remember having, or at least the details that I could recall, before they became lost to me in memory over time. Here are some entries from my current "dream book" that I wanted to share. I didn't write the date down on the first few but realized it's a good idea to include it in later entries.

* Undated: I'm playing a retro Kirby video game, but with an enhanced gaming experience. When I reach a certain area in the game, which was a shiny spot where Kirby was spinning underwater, I get a rewarding feeling in my head that's like a dopamine release.

It was like a video game of the future that rewards you with pleasure for finding the right path to travel or discovering a secret area. Did my mind just predict a future version of video games?

* Undated: I'm with a dark-natured young man who's training to be a demon. He advances a level right in front of me and gains a new ability, which if I remember correctly, was wings and flight. I'm impressed and congratulate him.

* Undated: I'm inside my neighbor's house back when I lived up north. (She was an older lady who's mind was starting to go with age, and she had paid me to mow her lawn a few times until one day she tried to blame me for putting a few round holes in her yard that had already been there.)

In the dream, a male relative of hers takes a liking to me and says "let's see how she rated you." We find a piece of paper on an end table in her bedroom that has three names on it, including mine. All three people were given a "1" rating and the word "prostitute" is written after my name. The relative looks sad, and I explain to my elderly neighbor that he's sad because she rated me so low as a person and called me a rude name, but she doesn't care because she still believes I ruined her lawn.

* Undated: I'm trying to convince a woman to buy my 2019 hatchback car I own so I could either get a nicer one or a brand new one of the same model. I tell her it's a nice vehicle, why the previous owner had traded it in, and I also mentioned that I'm nearly six feet tall and fit fine in the front seat and that the back seats are spacious as well.

* Undated: I'm with my family and making a planned trip to a strange place to speak with someone renowned for some unknown but important reason (possibly something for my mother). In order to get there, we have to take this giant, elegant elevator that you have to temporarily die on in order to reach the place we need to go.

Once the elevator goes up high enough, I feel a discomforting drop in my stomach that rises up, and this is the point when my spirit temporarily leaves my body in order to enter the destination. We arrive and step off the elevator into an almost mall-like area, and a friendly man who's tall with blonde hair sees us and walks up.

The man introduces himself as David, and I nervously but cheerfully say "Hi, David." He asks if he can help us. One of us says we're looking to meet Anne. David confirms Anne by her first and last name (I couldn't remember her last name from the dream except that it was a short, two-syllable name that began with the "cay" sound).  One of us confirms that's who we're trying to find.

We walk past a library area and into a doctor's office/hospital area, and a thin, older woman receptionist asks how she can help us. One of us says we're here to see Anne. She tells us we're too late because Anne isn't seeing anyone else for the day and she's currently with someone else. Just then, the door to her office opens and the person she was seeing leaves, so the receptionist says she'll see if Anne has time to meet with us. As she walks to the door though, it opens again and Anne walks out and goes straight into a door across from it and closes it. I only manage to get a quick glimpse of her and her white outfit reminded me of Lunchlady Doris from The Simpsons.

The receptionist smiles and says Anne is taking a bathroom break and asks us to take a seat and wait. After a while, we realize Anne must have somehow slipped out without us noticing. My mother tells me to stay behind while her and the rest of my family try to find Anne, but to no avail. I catch up with them and get upset they left me there alone since I'm temporarily in a state of death which could become permanent if I don't return to that big elevator in time. Meanwhile, we can't get anyone to help us find Anne. I ask a man in the area I know by name for help but he says he can't, and I'm saddened by this final gleam of hope fading.

Just then, another receptionist opens a door, holds it open, and motions for me to go inside. She had noticed our desperation and was allowing us to see Anne even though it was after hours. I bring my mother's attention to this and we all make our way toward the room. I realize I've never seen Anne's face before and try to picture it on the way in, but the dream ends before I get to actually see it.

* 10/10/21: I'm in a timeline where aliens live among us and have taken over. They appear human but you can tell which ones are aliens because they're trying too hard to look and act human. Their currency is a small, micro SD-sized rectangular token. I find one on the ground and slide it out of its transparent protection sleeve and go to activate it by touch. A puzzle is displayed that I must solve in order to earn the currency, and it's an A, B, C or D puzzle, but it's written in their language, which I don't understand. I guess "C" (which is pronounced oddly in their language) as the answer but it's wrong, so the currency disappears and I don't get to keep it. I'm suddenly hooked and want to find more alien currency in the giant, mall-like building I'm in.

Later, I sneak into an alien doctor's office past reception and get to the back area. When asked by someone why I'm there, I tell them I need to see the doctor. An alien woman in her 40's with glasses and a deep frown enters and has me sit down. To my surprise, she presses the palms of her hands over my nose and mouth and holds them there so I can't breathe until I can't hold my breath anymore. I become aware that this had been a test to see if I was human due to the "oxygen dependency" diagnosis being attributed to me.

* 2/15/22: I'm falling asleep in a classroom with my head down, fighting to keep my eyes open. The teacher, a tall black man, is lecturing the class about a man named David Wilk that he found to be heroic because he gave up a gift or ability he had to either sacrifice for the greater good or to not allow himself to be influenced by evil. Having not read the book that was written about the man, I believe it was his sight that he had given up, but I don't know any of the answers to the questions being asked since I didn't read it.

One student has a black and blue hardcover book on his desk titled "Wacky David Wilk" which is strange to me since the teacher is very serious about how heroic he found the man to be. The teacher asks everyone to get up and write their names on the whiteboard for an exercise about the book, and I try to think of a way to not write my name in order to avoid the embarrassment of not reading it or learning anything about Wilk.

* 2/21/22: I'm outside in a large complex that resembles a real-life video game. I enter a building with an auditorium where a church service is about to start. They're serving spaghetti and meatballs, which I eat, but to my horror I realize there are somehow three screws in my pasta. They're at the bottom of the bowl and I choose to eat around them, but then I realize I just ate meatballs when I'm a vegetarian.

Later, I'm in a car and trying to suck myself off with a vacuum cleaner for some reason, and because of this I become aware that I'm dreaming while in the dream. My boss from the restaurant I was working at at the time walks by and I start jerking off in the car as he walks by since I've aware I'm dreaming and there will be no consequences. He frowns and makes a non-plussed comment and continues walking down the street as I laugh at him.

* 3/11/22 (possibly 3/12): In the dream, it's 3:30 in the morning and someone is knocking on my front door. I see through the peephole there's several people standing outside. I open the door to what sounds like a sales pitch but I tell them it's 3:30am and they need to leave. They all get angry, one guy flips me off, and suddenly I'm worried about them getting into my house.

I hear glass break and see one of them bent over a flat cinder block as if they had just thrown it at one of my windows. I'm trying to open my front door to see what's going on while keeping the screen door shut so they can't get in, and I'm now afraid of this angry mob outside my house.

I call 911 and an officer (not a dispatcher, interestingly) answers but doesn't seem to believe me when I tell him fearfully that I need help with attackers on my property. I look outside and they're now preparing to build something large, possibly a weapon or battering device, that spans across my front yard into my neighbor's. I call 911 again and this time the officer says "those are your friends" in reference to the trespassers outside. I accuse the cop of being involved with them and not being a cop at all and he goes silent, so I hang up and try to call 911 again, but by now I'm so shaken that I can't even dial the numbers right, pressing 6 instead of 9.

* 12/6/22: Someone named Monte has hacked my YouTube channel and email, changed the name of my channel to Monte [something], and kicked me out of it while I was logged in at a house with a group of businessmen. One of them, a black guy who's name may have been Earl, is the leader of the businessmen, and he calls me afterward to discuss the possibility that one of his men were responsible for the hack after I raise the suspicion.

* 12/10/23: I'm walking outside near a park when I hear a guy in the distance let out a hardcore punk yell. I ask a girl nearby who that was and she says "oh that was Madison." I walk down a hill toward the source and see a punk with a long mohawk, then I realize that everyone there is young and alternative.

I call the place "mohawk paradise" and believe I'll fit in with my own mohawk hairstyle. A girl says something to me that I don't hear so I ask her to repeat it and she does, but then she angrily yells it a third time and storms off, even though I heard her the second time and didn't ask her to repeat it again. I think of her as a rude person for it and shrug it off. Another girl walks up to me and tells me I have one long hair sticking out of my left eyebrow and I'm surprised that she noticed it.

* 12/21/23: I'm showing off to two young guys who think I'm cool. My shirt is off and I'm boxing one of them bare-fisted. He's short so he keeps ducking and bobbing back to avoid every hard punch I keep throwing at him. Eventually I bring my fist straight down on his head in a surprise pound and it flattens him in a cartoonish way.

The other guy says "you're going hard today. I don't wanna get choked out!" in reference to having to challenge me next. His friend laughs at him and says "it isn't wrestling." I tell him I'll take him on in whatever sport he wants, but then I wake up.

* 1/6/24: I'm sitting at the table with three younger guys I used to work with at a restaurant. One of them gives me a hard time about making more money than any of them by filming videos and using it to buy new shoes and other things for myself instead of ever buying things for them. I laugh and remind them I have a mortgage to pay. One of them invites me to go to a bar/club called The Peanut with them later in the day and I agree to go.

In a second part to this dream, I'm in jail and everyone in the cell is being allowed out of the building in a group. I'm shirtless and debate on putting my shirt on since everyone else was wearing theirs, but I decide against it. A detention officer asks me if I have muscles and I say, "yeah, lean ones" and flex, and he stands near me and asks in awe if I'll flex on him. I say "thanks man" and someone else who overheard it says "aww" like they were touched that the guard complimented me since I'm an inmate.

Suddenly, an inmate who was further up notices a salad cart headed our way so he runs back and tells the rest of us and everyone grabs their empty salad boxes to have them filled. The boxes are small styrofoam ones with hinged lids that restaurants give you for leftovers.

* 5/14/24: I'm riding in a car with a few other guys who are friends or acquaintances of mine even though I've never seen or met them before outside of this dream. I wake up from sleeping in the car because apparently we were on a road trip back home from somewhere, and I ask how close we are to the house. One guy smiles and says we're almost there.

We get back to the house, which is actually their house that they're paying to live at together as friends, and I'm just staying there with them for free because I don't have any money for some reason. The point of the trip was to pick up some sort of substance to party with that isn't made known to me in the dream, but I want to party with them anyway even though I didn't have any money to contribute to the cost of it.

I try not to be obnoxious and outright ask them if I can participate, so instead I kind of float around the living room they're in and make small talk off to the side in the hopes one of them will offer for me to join. They don't end up sharing with me so I walk into a bedroom where two big dogs are and begin petting one, feeling a little sorry for myself.

* 5/18/24: I'm working at a restaurant but I'm not happy being there and have stopped caring about the job. A young couple gets seated at a table and I'm told by a host that I'm supposed to take care of them but I really don't feel like it. I end up taking my shirt off and greeting the guy and girl shirtless, and they laugh and just go along with it. They start off by ordering an alcoholic drink. I've never heard of the names of the drinks they order and I can't remember what they were.

My boss from the second restaurant I worked at is the boss of this restaurant in my dream, and he walks by down a side path near the tables and sees me walking away from the table without my shirt on. He kind of nods and lets me know that I'm done taking tables for the night, though he says it impassively without suggesting he's angry. In my mind I assume he's going to fire me for this and this makes me care even less about the job.

I end up ignoring the young couple and leaving them to sit and wait for their drinks. I end up feeling bad after a while and go check on them, and I see the girl had been brought her drink by someone else, and it's a bright orange drink in a sort of decorative glass with a wide bottom. I walk over to where the bartender puts the drinks up to see if the young guy's drink is there. It is, and the liquid in the glass is a wild mixture of bright colors. The drink had been sitting there for a while and it either looked like someone had taken a drink out of it, or I took a drink out of it at that moment and decided not to care about serving the couple anymore, this time for good.

In the second part of the dream, I'm outside and a young male fan of my YouTube channel is apparently going to be meeting me. I look at his account on YouTube and see he doesn't have a big following, but I watch a few of his Shorts and the editing and production on them is incredible. He had one video that had to do with some cool visual effect on the fingers of one hand. I look over and see him playing basketball by himself on a court, and someone tells me he's waiting on me and is only shooting the ball around to pass the time until he can meet me.

For some reason, I'm eating a tiny bird's egg and it ends up getting sticky yolk on my fingers as I try to eat/drink from the inside of it. The kid hears me and turns around, and he's happy to see. I wasn't quite ready to meet him, and I remark that the egg tastes terrible, so I throw the eggshell down and apologize about having it on my hand. In the dream I wasn't really looking forward to meeting someone but it just sort of happened and I had to go along with it.

Why do we dream the things we do? It's not like I think about alien people, elevators you temporarily die on, or finding screws in my pasta before I fall asleep -- or even on a regular basis, so why do these end up being the things I dream about? It only makes it all the more fascinating to have dreams and remember them for the awesomely strange inventions they are!