strange and irrelevant

i open my dream sequence at my memaws and pepaws old house on primrose.  I'm spending the night, but my age.  I go to the kitchen for a drink and find my pepaws favorite drink jack daniels on the counter.  Looks good, but my dream shifts.  I'm at some skate park and this guy is hesitant to desert his coke for a minute afraid that it will get stolen.  The host, as it turns into some tv show, challenges the man to walk around the park and see if it is still there by the time he gets back.  . .a mini train passes through as the cameras follow it and the man makes it back and the coke is still there.  Leaving the park, two busses of ronald mcdonald wanna be's are unloading from the buss, smiling and doing their best ronald impersonation. . .I act scared. . .I kinda am.  i look for my car in the parking lot and another woman gets in her car next to me, she looks like sarah silverman. . . she's kinda cool.  I back out and she appears upset I didn't let her go first. . .she's no longer cool.  I back out and peel out pretending to be mad to get her attention and start doing uncontrollable donuts and hit the front passenger side of a minivan. . . nice. . .I leave thinking noone caught me, but notice 6 cameras around the perimeter.  I exit anyway hoping the driver wont notice and think to look at the cameras. . .I wake up, go back to sleep have some less than memorable dreams and thus concludes my night.

Random Dreams

Dreams last night were sporatic and random. . .and I don't recall much.  If i don't put into any effort remembering them whatever point I wake, it doesn't help to keep a diary.  here it goes.  I remember shaving my head in the shower and a friend I used to club with was telling me I need to hurry or I'd be late and what type blade works best. . .I was having trouble because I let my hair grow longer before the last shave.  What I was late for, apparently was class.  It was a mix between college and high school. A blue carpeted floor. My friend Precious, who used to put my hair in a pony tail in Earth Science was in my dream at some point.  The class was empty, seats against the wall and then at some point I'm sitting there waiting for my grade to be announced with others.  I made an 89 on my exam. . .ah yes, precious apparently made a 109 because she answered the bonus question.  Thus concludes a moderately boring dream session.  They can't all be wild and unruly!

Dreaming into Saturday

Friday night.  I don't remember much. . .I was in a house with all sorts of "keys".  Clock keys, wooden keys, long keys for mechanical devices and I was using them to unlock doors and secret rooms and compartments.  My second dream I was in a western.  I had a gang of bandits after me.  Something like in Tombstone.  I was running and shooting for my life.  I had a six shooter, but the bullets went into a little compartment in the gun.  I don't know how it fired, but it did.  I faced off with another cowboy trying to take my life and shot him a few times before he had a chance.  He wanted to shake my hand afterward as he lay there dying with blood soacking his shirt chest.  I told him I was sorry and he told me good job. . .just long enough for his henchmen came out shooting.  My gun was apparently a borrowed gun, and I've heard in movies never trust another mans gun.  This was one case, because it kept misfiring.  I woke up shortly thereafter.

My wife spoke of her dream. She dreamed she was riding in the car with "the other woman" and they were arguing with each other about me.  The other woman was trying to convince Abbye why I loved her more than my wife.  I told abbye that she(the other woman) was probably a  manifestation of her sub concious.  so really, she was arguing with herself. 

Dream Diary of Tate 1

Because I am facinated by dreams and their significance I will be posting a dream diary from this point on.  Some may be more lucid than others.  Some may be innappropriate for young audiences, simply because I cannot control all my dreams. 
I will begin with Wednesday leading into Thursday. 
I dreamed about a young woman from recent past.  This is the first dream I've had that she isn't trying to make me jealous by trying to be seen by me while she goes out with one of my friends.  She is usually distant and I usually avoid her.   This past dream she was sitting in a bed with me looking sullen and I reached for her hand just to hold it in a consoling manner.  She then proceeds to lay her head on my shoulder and leans in to kiss me, whispering something in my ear, but I deny her kiss.  *Delilah*. . .  In my head I'm telling myself  I don't want to take myself down that road again...and tell her I can't.  mixed feelings awoke me with that dream. . .oddly enough my wife was struggling with memories, memories she lived vicariously through me. . .since this is a girl I had an affair with.  Not the only one, just the one I had almost left my entire family for. Someone I had. . .or convinced myself shared this deep mutual connection with me. . . Much bigger sacrifice than she would have made on her part. . .but that is another story and this is my dream log. 

Leading into Friday Nov 26.  Don't remember my dream at this time.