The Santa Claus Dream.

I am at lunch in the middle school. The tables are very close together, and it is crowded. An obnoxious peer of mine who i need not name walks behind me and says something funny. He bends down and i put my arm around the back of his neck and try to slam him onto the table(all in good fun, of course). Then he overpowers me, grabs my leg, and starts swinging me around over his head. Kids who i am flying over are repeatedly saying, "This is awkward". And then, once i am down on the ground, the lights go out(not pitch black or that dark, it is daytime outside), and some party-type lights come on. Then a loud boom. Me and Kim look to the end of the room, and there is a big green stage, with a guy in a monkey suit dancing around, who I believed to have come out of the ceiling. It's sortof a pep rally type thing. Then he unzips his costume, and low and behold, it's Santa. Not just any Santa. The Santa from the 1959 Mexican movie Santa Claus, which is hilariously torn apart by Mystery Science Theater 3000 for being so creepy. Here is a picture.

Yes, i know. He's the scariest Santa you could ever imagine.

Anyways, so here's Santa Claus doing a pep rally on stage in my lunchroom. He tells us that he's having some kindof big event or party or fun activity center event at his place. So, naturally, all the kids want to go, because that ISN'T the creepiest thing you could here from somebody. So, me, Nick, and Colton are all going to this place. We go to the high school and pass big dirt hills and just kindof playfully run while Nick jokes about how Santa might be a creeper. We arrive at his home. It is mainly just a moderately big house that resembles my Aunt Jane's, with like a barn as a basement that is open and you can enter from outside. Now, there's a part where i'm completely blank on. I'm pretty sure he starts killing kids, which would be the worst part of the dream, but it wasn't in my dream and i only had knowledge of it happening while i was at his house. Nick and Colton are gone at this point. So, there was just this huge part of my dream where we get there and he makes us work, and i think he either hurts or kills a couple kids. (funny, he makes kids from all continents and countries work in his toy shop in that Satanic Mexican movie). Then, he is sitting in the barn on a wooden box while the kids are out in the snow watching him from the big doors on both sides of the barn. We are basically surrounding him, for he has something to tell us. He gives us an ultimatum. He said if we work hard and do good, we will not die by the end of the day. Me, being a downright genius, i start booking it from the back of the house, through the snow to the sidewalk, take an extra long route to my home so he can't find me, and arrive at my house. (the running part was the scariest, i was on the run from someone who wanted to kill me, and i had to run as fast as i could so he couldn't catch up). So, i start telling my mom(in my dream) what happened at school and what happened at the Santa Claus home. She believed me, i think, but just didn't do anything. And then, our house changes. It's very large, with two garage doors, very nice panelling on the side of the house, a big spotlight in the driveway, and it's just an overall huge, beautiful house. It is on a moderately long street with many other houses like it, but none have lights on except us. On the side of our house is a door that you can go straight into the kitchen with. My brother, my mom, and some other relative are all joyfully cooking dinner together. I start walking down the street, making sure Santa isn't still looking for me. In the middle of the street, it branches off on a short road, then cuts into another long road, parallel to mine. Bird's eye view of housing plan: |--|. So, i start approaching the turn onto the short connecting street. I shine my flashlight down, and there is no house lights on our any car lights or anything in sight. So, i walk back. Now, in the that stupid Mexican movie, Santa has trinkets and things to hear what kids say on Earth(he lives in a space castle), what they do, what they are dreaming, and where they are. In my dream, he has a little LED light that shines very brightly, and has that blue tint to it. Anyways, i start walking down the street again, and reflecting off of the side panelling to one of the houses that is on the corner of the main street and sideways street, is blue glare. I see blue glare on every house, growing closer and brighter. And then, i walk all the way down, and there he is, in the night, with his little blue light, and he exclaims, "Haha! There you are, i found you with my little blue light!" in a very jolly voice. (if you saw the MST3K movie, you'd know how he would say that. I scream at the top lungs like a little girl and run all the way home. I yell to my family to help, but of course, they do not hear anything i say, despite me screaming in their faces. Then, he is outside, and for some reason, i gather up strength to throw Santa through the door into the kitchen, and he flops down like a rag doll. And then i beat him up and throw him on the stove and start beating him. As i beat him, he begins turning into some slightly burnt cheddar cheese that looks like it was on the grill. Then, i pick the piece of Santa-shaped cheese and yell, "YOU SUCK!" to the cheese and throw it in the trash can. Then, i lay down on the couch, and exclaim, "Mom, it was just so scary, he was trying to kill me!"
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The Father And Dog Dream.

There is a new attachment to my home. It is a large rectangular garage-looking room, filled with junk and trash and things to be put in a garage. My former girlfriend's mother and step-father have recently started moving in to my house, for no specific reason. Some of their stuff is in this room. The room is dimly lit with one lightbulb in the ceiling, with white walls and concrete floors. There are only two doors. One leading into the house through the back, and one leading outside. They are both wide open. The one leading outside is seemingly a lot larger than the other. It is close to evening. My friend Kim's father is sitting somewhere in the middle of all the junk on the floor, huddled up with her family's dog, Buddy, a german shephard. He is crying, and exclaiming his discomfort and oppositions about putting down the dog by shooting it. Someone is making him do this, and he is not happy about it. I presume the idea was from the book i recently read, Of Mice and Men, where an old man's dog is shot by a fellow worker after the worker convinces the old man to agree that the dog is doing himself no good by living. I believe it was Kim's father because while reading the book, i imagined the worker as Kim's father.

The Peanut Butter Sandwich Dream.

I am riding on a school bus(which i never ride to school on) with some older people who don't even go to school that i don't know and only one peer I am familiar with. She is a young lass with a snarky sense of humor. For whatever stupid reason, i need to get jelly to apply to my peanut butter sandwich for lunch. Instead of going home, i have the driver visit my female classmate's house. When we arrive, it is merely my grandmom's house. And this classmate's mom is my mom, but i do not address her as such. I asked her permission to borrow the jelly and return it later. So, after for what felt like hours, i came back to the bus, and received many insults and remarks from my fellow bus riders for taking so long. Then we drove at night over this very large bridge to a brightly lit city to deliver the jelly somewhere, or go to school.

The Old Car Dream.

I have my driver's license. I am in a very old, long and narrow Lincoln(car). It has a very poor paint job. I am driving myself and Nick towards Kim's house. I am on the road heading towards Redner's and O'Grady's. I turn at French Creek up the very steep hill. Except it is more like a cliff in this dream. It resembles the road going up to the North Side to the right of the High Bridge in Downtown. We go under the tressle crossing over us and turn an immediate right and enter a small parking lot in a clearing of a forest at the top of this cliff. The parking lot is in back of Kim's house, which resembles an abandoned fast food restaurant. There is windmills and clothes-hanging poles and stuff like that in the backyard, beside the parking lot. We enter Kim's house. Once again, it is very trashy, musty, and broken. The upstairs has a dark and dirty laundry room. Kim's mom yells at me for being upstairs. I see Kim in her bright and clean room with sliding doors illuminating the room with the light outside. She is on her laptop. She sees me and she gets up, and we talk. I start driving back home with Nick and realize i will be pulled over for being too young to drive.

The Masked Murderer Dream.

(circa 1999, or so. probably my first memorable dream) It is Halloween night. My brother dares me to take a walk around the blog at a very late time when no one is outside. I am wearing a denim jacket. I walk down the block, and around to sidewalk going back to the street behind mine. The street inclines much higher than the real road. An old couple passes by, confused at my appearance. I reach the corner of the top of this sidewalk. I hear noises. I turn around, facing the bottom of this road. There is a streetlight highlighting the bottom corner of the sidewalk, down the hill. I believe my brother is coming. I am excited, so i jump up and grab a metal pole above me and slide down half way. Instead of my brother, it is a dark, slim figure with a black cloth wrapped over his head and stretched down as a cape around him. He has a knife. He runs very fast up towards me. He catches me. He wraps me in white cloth. He puts me into his pick-up truck and then stabs me.

The Savannah Cliff Dream.

I am in a very wide open desert-type area. It is dry. It is just dirt for miles. Bright blue sky. There is an old, small, dark mansion, facing the opposite of the sun's light from behind. Inside, it is my friend Kimberly's house. It is very messy, not to reflect her actual home in real life. Things are torn down, things are pushed around. It is very dirty. I am talking to the landlord on the phone about a problem with the house. The mansion is on the edge biblically deep but thin crack/canyon in the ground. On the other side of this canyon is many dry dirt mountains where Zebras and other Savannah-type animals run around and roam. Keep in mind, this is all i see. Just dirt forever and ever on each side of this empty canyon. It was very realistic, looking out beyond this canyon and seeing these small, sun-emblazened dirt hills with grass and rocks and animals. Not to mention, Kim and her one baby sister were in this house.