The Newspaper Dream.

Me and my friends are walking through brush and gravel at the end of town where no buildings are. We find a torn-up old newspaper. It reads to be reporting something about the Korean War. Realizing the value of this, i need to get it into better shape. I go back way in time. The town is much less developed, much smaller. The place is dream-like, everything is either black and white or sepia-tone. The air is thick and dusty. It is the early 1900s. There is low visibility, and beyond the town is a tannish white of old nothingness. There is hardly anyone in this town, there is no noise. Once i find and obtain the same newspaper, which even then is still a bit shredded at points, a man working with the press, well-dressed with a hat, black and white, vaguely representing Theodore Roosevelt or Harry S. Truman, drives me in an old, shiny black car through dark gravel, parallel to an old train track, leading to white nothingness, to a white house. When we enter, it is an old post office or press building, with newspapers, old phones, one desk-worker and small rooms are. I am either now working for them or simply visiting. I get back to the colorful present and successfully obtain the value for the historically significant artifact.

The Bike Dream.

I am in downtown Phoenixville, in a cafe. The road is unpaved, the buildings are monotone and taller than usual. It seems to be an older town. There are no roads perpendicular to the main one, no bridges in between. It is near sunset. I am talking to hipster girls in a circular chair arrangement, and remember my bike is not locked. I go outside, and a few people out of the massive crowd of street-walkers points me down the street to where the bike thieves went. I catch up to them far down the road, and they are shocked by my arrival and escape. I get my bike back. On several occasions, my bike is re-stolen by different townspeople, still without a lock. As more people steal my bike, and i get it back everytime, many people grow to hate me and seem to gang up to steal my bike. At one day, i go outside to check on my bike, and a skater boy is handing it off to a relatively overweight woman with a black tank-top and black and green dyed hair. She runs from me, and passes through a small door on the side of the cafe building. We end up in a cluttered room, part of other rooms. I am hitting and shoving this person to get them to give up the bike, which she doesn't seem to have anymore, but i know she has taken it from me. Finally, she gives up after i put her into submission. I apologize for being rough, and a large muscular boyfriend of hers comes in, and she turns on me, blaming me and claiming i hurt her. The boyfriend yells at me, and so does she. But i escape.

The Fish Dream.

Me and my a couple of my friends are in bathing suits, at a summer camp, hanging out near a pool. There is a stone path from the pool and beyond, one tree beside it, and many reddish-brown benches for kids to sit at. My brother arrives, in clothes, and we walk over to a pond down the path, with it's own very large tree at it's end. The water is completely muddy and cloudy and you can't see anything at all under the water. My brother seems to grab hold of a very long twisted metal rod that goes through the center of the pond and exits to where he is holding it. As he moves it up and down, we can see large movements in the center of the pond. Soon, in a clear portion of water near a standing area of dirt and sand at the end of the pond, we see an enormous underwater creature. It has massive eyes, a large turquiose body, large red lips, and a large red fin on it's behind. It's top dorsal fin is white with a green dot in the middle, with swirls around it. We are shocked at it's appearance. My brother's black wiry metal seems to have a hold on the fish, and we all pull it to get the fish closer. We see the perhaps 10-foot long and 3-foot wide fish crawl onto the dirt, and slowly crawl back into the water.

The Construction Site Dream.

Me, my father, and my friend Colton are all walking through flat dirt, mixed with construction site-debris, bordered by large rusted beams. We seem to be on a large barge. There are higher and lower levels, all sectioned off into square flat dirt pieces. At some points, the dirt is liquid mud or oil, and i worry my dad, who is using crutches, will hit a soft spot and fall through. I repeatedly tell them to 'be careful'. Me and Colton stumble upon a construction worker, dead, lying, crumpled, on the black dirt. His head, still attached, is in a small silver shopping cart. He is wearing a blue-ish gray construction jumpsuit and a yellow helmet. He seems to be foreign. He has gapped and bloody teeth, and his suit is stained with blood and sweat. His hand is moving back and forth slightly, making it look as if he is waving. We casually point out the "glitch" of his hand moving, and also notice he is smiling. My dad, making his way to another part of the site that is a department store, brightly lit with glass walls and white linoleum floors, begins to talk to his manager, Tina Fey with a clipboard and a yellow helmet. Me and Colton notice a fleeting movement of a black shadow on a glass walkway far off.

The Office Dream.

I am in a parking lot of sorts, outside narrow buildings with blue garage doors, like storage units. I am walking in a line with my mom. Out of a small group of people under an awning, i spot Steve Carell. I am so excited and shocked by his appearance, i begin to cry. He exits into the building, so i don't go up to meet him. However, i see Jon Krasinski, or "Jim" from the Office as well, just about to leave into another building. I grapple over a railing and hit my head to see him. I meet him and talk to him briefly. Later on, i walk far up into a large balcony at an awards show in a massive theater. I see the whole cast of the Office in a group in seats ahead of me practicing lines for something. I am too shy to go up and talk to them. I imagine myself telling Steve Carell how i feel about his acting and him smiling and tearing up.

The Concert Dream.

I am going to a concert of My Chemical Romance in downtown Philly at night, with minimal parental permission. This worries me that my parents won't like it. But it also excites me that i will get to see an old favorite live in concert. I meet some cool people from school at the concert, and we talk and have fun. I have to leave the room for whatever reason and miss one of the songs. It's a very small narrow venue, and it is cramped as a result, but i still have fun. The walls are brick and spray-painted on.


(this dream had some sortof weird feeling about it, made me think it was worth writing about. maybe the fear, the excitement, the nighttime escape)

The Wolves Dream.

I go out at night one night into nature and into fields and forests near my house. And unlike usual, i see many foxes running out from under old couches and jumping over fences. I find it exciting that there are so many animals outside at night that i don't usually see. The clouds are above are grey-ish pink, giving the night an eerie feel. I pass through a field and a thin border of trees into a new field. I find large wolves. Only a couple, black and white, but they are very tall and large. I am even more excited, because they seem to be nice. The next night, me and my brother go around the high school, which is lighted inside and looks very different, on our bikes to see these animals i told him about. So as we ride around in a circle, a large black wolf begins chasing my bike. I get off to meet it, and it is nice. It's a bit aggressive with it's greeting, but it isn't attacking me.

The Ex Dream.

I am in a very small bedroom, upstairs in a house, with one window, sun shining through it brightly. It is very cluttered with clothes, clearly a girls room. I am on my knees, next to my ex-girlfriend, also on her knees. We talk and joke about things. Her new boyfriend appears, standing and smiling. He is nice to me. Suddenly, many older kids from school that are apparently his friends enter the room and surround us. They are also nice. They have to go somewhere, like a concert, and they are taking my ex's new boyfriend with them.

The Vampire Dream.

I am in my living room in the afternoon. I am visited by one of my aunts. One who i don't particularly talk to a lot. Me and my family suddenly find she is becoming a vampire. Her eyes become big and yellow, and she grows wings, even as she sits down on my couch across from me. As she grows violent and is attacking me, i have to aggressively strike her, as i know i must kill her. I beat her repeatedly. We are now on my kitchen floor. Suddenly, her condition repairs and she is herself again, on her knees with me, crying from my violence on her, weak. I am very sorry, and i hug her tightly. She forgives me and, through her sobs, thanks me for ceasing my attack and subsequently holding her. This makes me happy.

The Pillar Dream.

I am looking from a high hill of loose dirt and grass over a large horizon, at another large hill facing mine, far away. There is a smoking water tower or some large structure on this hill. I look down the hill i am on, and it stops about 10 feet down the incline and opens up to an enormous endless pit, with some perfectly straight square prism pillars made of dirt at some areas, most of them closest to the end of the incline on my hill. I notice my dad, wearing his boot he used to wear when he had 9 toes. He is sliding down the incline steadily, also stepping, the loose dirt falling apart under him. I know i need to get him somewhere, i need to. Our lives depend on it. I follow him carefully down, and we make it to the first pillar together. We're steady. He takes a large spontaneous step over a gap onto the next pillar. This causes me to panic and make a jump. When i jump onto his pillar, we both lose our balance and fall off, quickly and deeply.

The Farm Party Dream.

I am parked outside the super-Wawa with dad. I am pointing out to him a group of girls standing under the gas-pump-pavilion. A group of boys comes up to my car, guys i know from school. They are talking about one of them got drunk at another kid's party, and one told me not to be like him. I thought this was stupid, usually older alcoholics tell me this. Then a very funny guy i know from school walks up, as i note to my dad that he is wearing a Spongebob shirt. This isn't exactly what he would wear, but it was funny. I tell my dad how funny this guy is, and the boy seems to start to be funny, doing funny body motions and messing with another kid i know from German class. Then, i seem to invited to a party a small farm house out far in a field, but the entrance is the same as the Wawa, at first. Me and Nick arrive, no one is there. My aunt, who is apparently hosting, tells us the kids will be there, and that the adults have their own party in another room. The room is monotonously gray, small, and dusty, and a door leads to another room just like it, but with kitchen objects and a door outside. I go outside and see that my ex-girlfriend and people i'd be embarrassed in front of are coming across the parking lot, evidently invited. I have a large black winter coat on, one i used to wear at all hours during the Winter. I jump behind an old couch that is covering the door that was on one side of the room. As i lay as flat as possible, they still notice me. I get up, smiling, looking away from them, into the bathroom. I brush my hair, which is longer here, to perfection. Then, as i shyly walk back in, i ignore the guests i was avoiding, and i sit with Nick on a dusty gray couch. As the scenery outside is now nighttime, a wide open sky, the farmhouse attached to a large farm, the farmhouse and farm in the middle of an enormous deserted field, attached to civilization outside only by one long dirt road, a funeral hearse rides down the road towards the house, and evidently crashes. It is turned over, so me, Nick, and a guy and girl from my school go and inspect the wreck. No one's in it, but we find the axle wasn't working or something. We want to blow it up, for whatever reason. We find a fuse, and I light it. I repeatedly tell them it's going and that we should run, and after a while, they hear and we run. The hearse explodes with great gusto. We see the city lights far off down the road, and spot police lights coming this way. We run at extreme speeds back to the farmhouse. We make it in, but Nick is left behind. As he walks up, we realize the cars weren't police cars, they were just white trucks.

The Shaun Dream.

This dream makes me think of an old friend.

I am in an second-story boy's room. It is a small room, the walls angled strangely and uncomfortably. There is one lamp, tall and lighting the whole room dimly. I am on a high, unsheeted but well-cushioned mattress, sitting across from Shaun Fields from This Is England, who alternates into Prince Denson(friend) at one time. His house is obviously unkempt, he is clearly poor. Outside his one window, it is nighttime, cars drive by on the busy road. He has a small black TV on top of a dresser across from the bed. He doesn't have a mom. His dad, apparently, is an alcoholic, and is sitting downstairs, watching TV. He is nice, however. I believe we have a great time, laughing at each other's innocent and silly jokes. I think we ask his dad a question about dinner or something, and he is very generous and willing to get us some, or do whatever thing we requested him to do. We pass through his dark upstairs hallway, the walls of which are dark wood, the doors of which are white and closed. There is a crooked and twisting staircase that we talk to his dad from. I loved this friend.

The Trailer Dream.

Me and my parents live in a grounded trailer in the middle of a large light grey cement lot that is surrounded forest and leads into a building behind our house that resembles a one-floor hotel. Across the street is a Home Depot, also surrounded in forest. The street is a very narrow but very busy road, and our lot connects to it through a large entrance. At night, we see bikers ride by, including my friend Colton. My dad says how he sees them at Home Depot during work all the time. Do they make fun of him?

Saira pops into the dream, trying to cross the street. The border of the street is lined with rusted half-fences. I designate her to an area that is safer to cross, with no fence.

A title and credit sequence starts rolling on the screen, credit name by credit name, as a girl i know appears in our lot, where me and my mom and dad are sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of the front of the lot. She is convincing my parents to let her sleepover. As she does this, a final credit name in purple appears next to her head, and i am confused because the names don't usually come that late, after a pause, and with such a silly name, "Lukie Fukie". My dad says she can't, and my mom echoes the statement. She gets rude and tells them she can sleepover, and i'm not sure, but i think she tells my mom to shut up.

The Sandwich Dream.

In the morning, i walk in the kitchen to find my mom making my lunch for school. Instead of using two pieces of bread for my PB&J sandwich, she puts another layer of peanut butter and jelly and a third piece of bread. I am surprised and flattered by my mom's care and love for me, displayed in this act of kindness.

The Guitar Dream.

It is early in the morning, and i am looking from the computer desk into my hallway. I see my brother walking out of and into seperate doors and rooms with a large black sunburst-style 12-string guitar, which i know is for me. Eventually, it is walked out to me by my brother and i am not successful in acting surprised. My brother is severely disappointed and my dad is angry at me.

The Seat-Belt Dream.

I am in a part of the strip mall beside the Genaurdi's. I am in a restaurant that mostly looks like one of the stores in the real stip mall, but has boothes like Outback(hint) and has lights hung above them. I am sitting across from my mother, and beside my friend Nick. I am sitting with a very tight seatbelt tightly hugging my waist, protruding from the behind cavities of the cushions of the seat. It seems to be getting tighter. Eventually, i try and slip out by turning sideways and pushing up. A waitress comes up, and she has punk-ish red hair with the most peculiarly beautiful green eyes. She tells me what i can do to relieve the seatbelt's grasp, and i do so, i push a button. I am immediately released from the pressure.

The Prince Denson Dream.

I am in my lunch room talking to and joking around with some guys at my table, passing around a confusing joke involving German work camps(or something of that nature that involves murder) called "moories". We told the joke to our principal and he thought it was funny. When we went to the blue-tiled bathroom, we told another teacher, and he guessed the punchline and laughed. After we hung around in school, i drove me and Nick into the countryside in my brother's midnight blue Volkswagen Jetta down a large hill road then into a wet, slanted downwards, empty parking lot on the edge of a small cliff. As we ride down the slanted parking lot, we notice that Prince Denson was speedily following us on his bike, bending forward oddly to be aerodynamic. I looked out the window and saw him, and laughed at his appearance. He rode down the side of the parking lot and down and around the front of the cliff, where the a road followed. We follow, and find other aerodynamically-clothed and professionally-dressed bikers in a big parade.

The Deer Dream.

I am in a car, fishtailing down an icy road, a block away from my house. I am with my family. We are skidding on the ice, and as we approach my house, we spot a frantic buck(deer) wobbily running towards us, away from something. Upon further inspection, our dog Starr is quickly after it. The deer passes us, but we softly hit Starr with the front bumper to get her to stop. We have to do this twice.

Nick Yatsko - The House Dream.

THIS IS A NICK YATSKO DREAM.

Nick is stuck in a large, eerie house with other people. Among the people is Josh Brolin. One man suggests they throw a model train through the window to break it and escape.

The Ice Dream.

Me and Prince are observing a magician on the side of the road. We are a block down from my house, and snow is everywhere, except the roads are wet with melted snow. The sky is very bright white. His little sister Lauren (nine years old) is also with us, and the magician wants to do a magic trick using her. So, we agree to watch. He pushes Lauren violently into a thin pile of dirty and frozen snow on the road. I fear she is hurt, for she went through the mushy snow, and could've hurten her face on the road. She makes a high-pitched noise, and i perceive it to be crying. Then i come to realize she is laughing, and my worries vanish. However, then Lauren gets stuck under a frozen pond that appears where she fell, probably the doing of the magician. The water is blue, and the frozen pond is very small, scaled to her size. She is pounding on the glassy, clear ice and screaming. We can't do anything.