I've recently come to the realization that I'm much more anal-retentive than I believed I was. I tend to get real upset when some things don't go the way I want or if I forget something important. Maybe it's more obsessive-compulsive. Anyway, this seems to fit in nicely with this dream.

I've been having these recurring dreams where I'm in school and I can't find my locker or the classroom I have to go to. But most often I have the feeling I forgot about a class. It's like we're a month into the semester and I remember going to a history class at the beginning of the year, but haven't gone to one for weeks. I try to ask my other classmates, but I don't think they all have the same schedule as me or they're ignoring me.

That night, the dream continued...with a twist.

I was sitting in History class and it turned out I had in fact missed at least 2 classes...including an exam. I was freaking out. I never missed classes. The teacher was handing out the graded exams and I didn't know what to do. I was panicking. I pretended like nothing happened, hoping I had gone to the exam and forgot about it. The teacher made some indirect comment about some people missing classes and having missed the exam. Then the class was over.

I also confirmed I had been missing my Math and English classes.

This isn't really a weird story/dream; I just find it interesting that I'm having recurring dreams that are now following each other. To Be Continued?

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This one's a mix of 70s Sexploitation and Zombie Holocaust type movies. (Movies where people end up stranded on some tropical island where some sort of experiment brought the dead back to life) That's not what the dream was about, but it had that cool weird feeling. In fact it was probably inspired by the fact I recently (shamefully) downloaded "Erotic Nights of the Living Dead".

Brains!

I was some sort of ATF agent trying to take down a gun dealer in the Caribbean. He was on the beach with his hot topless girlfriend, waiting for his buyer to arrive by boat. I was on a small island close-by, hiding in the reeds, keeping a close eye on him while reinforcements arrived, also by boat. Yes, reeds. It was a swamp and a Caribbean island by the sea. Dreams, you know.

Anyway, the deal was going down soon and the ATF boat was late. I decided to send my local contact -- a sexy native with 3 boobs -- to swim over there and distract him. I figured while the three of them were having sex, I'd have time to sneak over there and arrest the dealer. In typical 70s fashion, they started screwing without a word exchanged (she was a native and didn't speak English) and I sneaked/swam my way to their location.

The buyer's boat was arriving just as I go to the shore. I could something was wrong by the way it approached the quay. It was more drifting than being steered. It turned out the boat had been over-run by zombies and was filled with them. Also, they were slowly coming out of the sea.

The rest of the dream was me running away from zombies.

Holographic Crazy-Glue Brain

Boring day at work today, so 2 quickies. They're more weird than interesting.


I dreamt I was trying to fix a head. I'm not sure if it was my head or someone else's, just that I was trying to fix it. Someone had done a real number on it. The top had broken off and the brain had popped out. I looked everywhere for it and, when I found it, saw that the brain stem was also broken off. I held the stem awkwardly in place as I put the brain back in the head. I first put a drop of Crazy-Glue in the spine hole to make sure the brain stayed in place. I had fixed the head.

Later someone had cut my torso in half, right below the pectoral muscles. This was harder to fix since I was cut in half. I needed to 2 drops of Crazy-Glue, one each side of my spinal column, to put me back together.

I spent the rest of the dream bent in half, trying not to move too much until the glue dried.

I woke up with a nasty cramp in my back, right where I had been cut in half.

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I was off at a National Director's conference of some sorts and we were all sleeping at a hotel that turned out to be my parent's house. We all slept in sleeping bags in a big dorm.

It was the last day of the conference and I had gotten up early: I needed to see someone and I believed I would run into them at the hotel bar. It was a real swanky bar with a snooty maitre-d. I spent the whole day there, observing the patrons, most of which were holograms to make the place look like it was filled with rich people.

I never met the person and, at the end of the day, decided to go home. It was winter so it was already dark when I got out. Outside it was exactly like my place of work and I went to wait for the bus on the wrong side of the street. One of the waiters was also waiting for the bus. He started chatting me up and I learned he was also a hologram and he couldn't wait to get home to his family. I didn't have the heart to tell him that, since he wasn't real, his family and house probably didn't exist. They were probably memories that were implanted in him to make him believe he went home every night.

I got tired of waiting for the bus and decided to take drive home instead.

The Return

I've been away on parental leave for 3 months, so haven't had time to write up my dreams. But I took notes.

This one is 2-3 months old. These were my notes: "transfering Genius Killer Zombies(voodoo) crater, like sand pit small house on Parkdale, mansion inside, neighbours afraid of cops"

So here goes.

I was a detective escorting a dangerous criminal genius (think Hanibal Lecter) to...somewhere. It was me and 2 uniformed cops walking down the sidewalk of a semi-residential area . As we were walking past the small houses, he got away from us and ran into one. We called for back-up and cautiously followed him in. While this was one of those poor little white houses from the outside, it was a huge mansion inside. In fact it was one of HIS mansion, which he had filled with booby-traps. Being a super evil genius, he had planned for this eventuality.

The entrance was a typical big old house entrance: a long hallway with stairs to the upper floor on the left and some sort of sitting room on the right. We walked slowly to the end of the long hallway, avoiding the traps. At the end of the hallway was a mezzanine: a huge room with no ceiling, open to the upper floor's balconies. We could hear the criminal taunting us, but couldn't see him. The 2 uniformed officers went up to the balconies and were both stabbed or shot dead. But we never saw him.

Then back up arrived. Some sort of SWAT team of martial arts experts. One by they attacked and got killed. When Rob VanDam arrived, leaped up doing the splits to the mezzanine and got killed in mid-air, I knew we were in trouble. I ran outside to get whoever was out there to hide until like the army or something arrived. I went to the house next-door to tell them to go hide somewhere. It was one of those small town houses with an unpaved driveway, next to the house, leading to the back yard. There were 3-4 people in the driveway and I told them who I was and to get out of here. They just stared at me and were slowly backing away towards the backyard. I could tell they didn't like cops. I was following them saying, "Seriously, you have to get out of here, there's a psycho next door. I don't care what you guys have been doing, just hide!" But they just kept backing away and hid behind the house. I followed them to find out their backyard was actually a huge crater or sand pit, almost a kilometre long, that got deeper the farther it got from the house. It looked like a space ship had crash-landed and dug a trench. At the far end, there were some old containers, buses and trucks, and I figured it was as good as any a
place to hide.

It turned out the super genius criminal was also some kind of voodoo priest able to turn people into mindless zombies that would do his bidding. As I'm running towards the containers to hide, I'm being followed by slow-moving zombies.

Here the dream time-skips.

I'm hiding on some old bus with some other people. The crater is littered with zombies and some are trying to climb up to us. The criminal is somewhere higher, either on another truck or the lip of the crater, and we're trying to shoot each other down.

Because of the crater, my view is limited to the street through the house's driveway, but I can see explosions lighting up the clouds and the chaos in the street. The army or something has arrived and the city seems in chaos. It seems the zombies have taken over the city and the army is trying to fight them off. All I hear is screams and explosions. And the criminal is trying to shoot me down or get me to fall off the bus.

I think that's when I woke up