The Volcano Dream.

(slightly older dream, maybe dreamt about 3 months ago)

I am with my friend Nick and his family in the middle of a construction yard, on a dirt road, lined with dead forest. There is a massive mound of dark soil and rock. The mound reveals itself as a volcano, as it hurls an enormous glob of high-definition lava and molten rock into the air. I look up and see it plummeting to Earth, and it's beautiful. But me and Nick's family run away, endangered by the volcano. We find shelter in a small church on the other side of the low-roofed and grey town, at a higher, more elevated hill. It's around dawn, and the sky is grey. Far behind the church, there is a much larger mountain, black and ominous. We see the volcano, sticking out behind the grey, dark houses, with it's bright orange and gold lava on the top, far in the distance. Me and Nick look out of one of the small rectangular church windows, and observe that ash is falling from the sky, and all of the town is beautifully quiet, peaceful, serene. This peaceful scenery of the grey ash falling aimlessly contrasts so wonderfully with the previous encounter with volcanoes.

The Spider Dream.

(I have an extreme and irrational fear of spiders)

I am in my living room, near the door to the kitchen, looking at the entire room from the corner. There are large and thick strings hanging in loops from the ceiling. They start at the ceiling, go down, loop back up and touch the ceiling again, and they vary in height. There are about four of these complete loops. And there is an enormous spider (maybe about 7 inches long) crawling on the ceiling, wall and strings. It isn't too terrifying, but it has black stripes, a green-tinted white body, and a yellow-tinted white head. It appears to take a spiders shape, with the legs bent backward like the ones from the appropriately-titled movie, Arachnophobia.The dream conspires to make this spider seem 100 times more petrifying to me than it actually is, and i scream and huddle in the corner. As i watch the creature, it seems to be clearing up the strings at teleportation speed, making them disappear, and reduces the number of loops to only one. Upon closer inspection and the random appearance of a chart describing the creature, i realize it's just a large moth, that doesn't look much like a spider at all.

The New Friend Dream.

(In this dream, i become friends with a girl from school. I can't really share her name, so i'll call her Brooke Hoover.)

Me and Brooke begin talking in school, and we get along very well, and become friends instantly. She even invites me to her house. Her mom takes us, and we drive through forest land. She is a very nice lady. She has an abnormally large house, with an even larger parking lot spanning in front of it, which ends at a bridge, going into a city. The parking lot fans outwards, like a hand-fan type thing, and trees border the sides. Brooke has a small room, that cuts into weird, uncomfortable angles at the low ceiling. I remember talking to Brooke and having fun, playing games, going on the computer together. Then her mom calls us down and says, "We're on air!" I am confused, until i see a large room of theirs that seems to be dedicated for a news show. And me and Brooke quickly run into the long but narrow, dimly lit room with a wide window at the opposite end, and get in the shot of the camera, and do funny things, for TV, apparently. The family seems even cooler to me now. Then i believe we have dinner, and i stay a bit longer. We have a lot of fun. Then the polite mother asks me if i want to leave, and i say it's just about time, maybe a bit longer. So, i leave after that short time. My mother picks me up. Her car and Brooke's car are the only cars in the parking lot. Brooke is leaving too, like the house really is just a big grocery store or something. Brooke has a very old, but polished and renewed car. It's bright blue, and has a white top, and is very retro. My mom loves the car. I say to her when she puts her window down, "Bye Brooke Hoover!" and she says something but i can't hear, because the window isn't down far enough. My confidence that she might've liked me is shot down as i would've expected her to say bye back. I kindof thought about a hug. We hang out another day, and at nighttime when i have to leave, we walk up the parking lot towards the bridge. I want a hug from her. Very much so. And i am not too shy to do it. But i don't do it. I don't want to hug her if she doesn't want to hug me, right?

Analysis:
-Recently became friends with a boy with a large house and nice family
-I kinda like Brooke Hoover.

The Dirt Jumps Dream.

I enter the forest at night, where the mean kids ride their bikes off jumps. I am with Nick. I destroy all the jumps, and i tear down their makeshift objects and things. And i tear down lights and they crash, casting creepy shadows across the dark, altered land of the dirt-forest. The bikeriders charge in, jumping their jumps and things, but don't seem to notice the change. Or we get in a fight. I forget.

The Hiding Dream.

I am with somebody, a close friend that I love, but i don't know who they are. I am running through backyards of old 50s style homes, early in the morning, with this friend, hiding in the shadows, trying to avoid getting shot by the citizens, and trying to get to this sunny farm near the middle school.

The Shantyhouse Dream.

Me, my brother, and Nick are all in a tightly-closed-in complex of makeshift-houses that are torn apart and empty. This complex doesn't span very wide, and not very long. It is near the end of the day, and the sun casts a eerily burning red color over the area. The complex seems to be floating on the ocean, but it is connected at one end to land, which is a South American country, very poorly made and just overall impoverished. So, we are walking around, between and around this completely silent frames of shantyhouses. My brother explains to us that nasty stuff goes down here, like druggies meeting, weird experiments in underground drug labs, crazy hobos who shoot people, basically making it terrifying. Suddenly, we happen upon a house frame that has four walls and a roof, and we go inside. The floors are wooden, unlike the concrete floors of the others. There is tables upon tables, holding glowing green tubes and tanks of what we believed to be drug lab items. Then we turn, and there is stairs, leading downwards, to these large cages, filled with rowdy creatures. We observe them to be large brown, furry gorillas, who have the heads of monstrous and evil elves from Harry Potter. But they are friendly. They run at us, hug us, they love us. And for some reason, we like them too. Then, we escape the quiet, evil, small, and empty complex, and as we drive away, we see a large tank drive into the area, donning a Nazi flag. I ask Nick, "Were those Neo-Nazis?", and he says, "Yes."


Analysis:
-I played a video game recently with favelas and poor towns like that in it.
-I recently came into contact with a lost dog with Nick, who followed us.
-Recently watched a show about drug cartels and violence involving them.
-Recently watched show(yesterday) about drug addicts.
-Recently read a part in Harry Potter DH where they talk to a goblin.

The Door Dream.

Me and Nick are in a brick alley between two row houses. It's impoverished, to be frank. And there is a large wooden door. We open it, and happen upon a disgusting, filthy living room, with old 60s-style furniture thrown around all over the place. There is a lighted stairway in one corner. Nick yells to see if anybody lives there. No response. So, we do our job and we rip the door from it's hinges and completely destroy the doorway. He yells again, and here comes an elderly African-American lady, yelling back, coming down the stairs. She's upset that we destroyed her door. But we leave anyway.

The Escaping Adventure Dream.

I. I am flying through a wide, wildly meandering highway stationed on the side of a mountain that is close-by another mountain, both seeming very tall and steep, green, and fictional. Raised bridges above the highway connect the mountains. I am in a car-chase. If i'd guess, i am following a bunch of motorcycle-riding Nazis who are chasing little boy ninjas in the car in the front of them. The boys, when thrown out of their vehicles, fly around the highway as if tied by the hands by a web that hangs from the sky. I hope they don't get hit by cars as they hang hopelessly.
II. I am now on a small train, that has many pipes around and over it. It's a very old, Chinese-made train. It is moving throughout a Vietnamese forest, raised above a muddy tan river on either side. An evil woman is keeping me and Nick, and other Chinese boys and girls in cages on this train. She doesn't treat us too well, and the cages are very small. The train is breaking down, going into a tunnel, and me and Nick climb the train, trying to escape. We can jump, but we can't swim in the mucky river, or the rocky terrain on the other side. We enter the tunnel, and the train assumes the shape of a large, moving dragon, with festive lights outlining the scary, Chinese dragon face, and it's whole, slithering body, inside the pitch black tunnel. But we escape. On the other side of the tunnel, me and Nick jump off and crawl for our lives.
III. It is nighttime, with the sun just exiting the horizon, and the theme of this chapter involves me and Nick escaping through dry farmland back home. I am crawling through a small, dry, dirt path, with Nick at my side. The path is closed in by parallel fences, protecting crops. It's a dry, Southwestern area. We crawl to a pond in the middle of the path, that traps us, as the path continues on the other side of this mucky pond. We catch a fish, a very pretty blue-striped fish, and it's massive. Nick states the weight and type. I look around for a sign that tells us how many points this fish will give us(alluding to a video game i once had where you can fish in certain ponds and get points for very heavy and rare fish, and the fishing sign is where you cash them in) but i cannot find it. I am disappointed. Upon standing, i see distant floodlights, and a ruckus of cloudy farmwork with primative tractors, with men guiding it. A man walks by the fence, and i ask, "Uhh, excuse me, where are we right now, exactly? Like what state?" and he replies, "Hey man, we are in the main big state thing man. We're here, the big place, man," (and he says some kindof complicated acronym that explains the nation we are in). Me and Nick make it to this dock that overlooks the farm, and there are many old ladies with torches and pitchforks, opposing us. We ask them where we are, and they won't tell us. I look to my left, to the building on the dock, and behind the screen door, i see Fidel Castro, cigar and AK-47 and all, staring me down. We make it to a home, and a find a magazine. And i look at every page, and it says the same nation on every heading, on every weather forecast...Cuba.