Dreams of EJ

The End of the World Ain't That Bad

2009-09-18T21:41:00.000-07:00

I blame my roommate for reading all of those post-apocalyptic books.

The world had come to an end and only a few remained. It started out with a group of twenty of us. We were living in the Bass Pro Shop in the Discover Mill Mall off Sugarloaf Parkway. It was a pretty nice life. I was roaming through the store, winding between the aisles. I came up to the big fish tank. On the side sat two men, fishing in the tank.

"You want fish for dinner?" asked one of the men. I laughed at my roommate's question. Fish was a staple now. Unless one of the others wanted to be brave and ride the ATV to one of the eateries for food. I really enjoyed the time Carl came back with Popeye's chicken to fry in our deep fryer. Or, that time I raided the Chili's after the mall light timer made it pitch black in the mall. Brian often took an ATV down to the book store. Otherwise, sometimes we lost people, sometimes we gained people. We used to be 50 people, got down to 15, gained 5.

I often wondered what happened to the ones that never came back from their raids. The zombies had started flopping to the ground as if the mall timer had cut them off, too. They weren't like the ones in the books Brian read. These died off. They had an expiration date after their life's expiration date. We often pushed the body into the pile we started outside in the deep ravine on the movie cinema side.

Speaking of movie cinema. It was hard to watch a flick with zombies banging on the outside door. after we got the cinema cleaned, we watched various movies, over and over again. We still go back a couple of times to rewatch the zombie flick in an ironic method of entertainment. We would pop bags of popcorn, act like workers, scooping and serving my fellow .... What were we? We weren't prisoners, even though technically we were imprisoned. I'll just say, my fellow neighbors.

Jody and Carl lived three tents down. Carl was Brian's best friend now. They often raided the book store. I swear, Brian was determined to read the entire store. Our relationships were normal, as it could be provided from the top of the parking deck, we saw smoke coming from the Atlanta area. We shopped for each other for birthdays. We marked holidays on the calendar from the season calendar shop. We got bikes to ride around the mall. Some guy named Stephen hauled a treadmill out of the sports euqipment store. Jody, Brenda and I looked at the jewelry that was left after we had already looted for trinkets to trade and that biker gang came through and looted the rest. We knicked brandname cookware to prepare the fish from the tank, spice up the MRE's from the "Outdoors Man" area of the Bass Pro and saute the wild green onions that grew in the Spring. We almost forgot we had been in here for five months. Summer was on its last week.

This summer was hot, but the timed AC in the mall never let us feel it. Carl was a mechanic. Brandon worked with HVACs before. Brian just liked to watch them and sometimes tinker to learn.

This dream was eerie and weird. It ended with 10 of us doing a vehicle trek on Atlanta. We went to a dealership and "traded" in the small cars we had for SUVs, Jeeps and Hummers. Gas was still plentiful, despite like the movies. We carried large gas jugs from Bass Pro, syphoned the other cars on the lots, tapped the lot's pump and carried gallons of fuel in a couple of the vehicles. We wanted to know what and who was out there. Our weapons guaranteed answers if the reply was bad.

With one coot on the radio, pilfering the last penny of spiritual salvation, we were at Five Points. the Underground sign had fallen into pieces on the street. And despite the streets being empty, there in the middle of Peachtree Street, stood a man in baggy clothes, with his hands on his hips.

I know Mandarin Chinese when I sleep?

2009-09-11T07:19:00.000-07:00

I had a very odd dream and made sure to remember it. Before bed I take my blood pressure medication with water. This night I drank a Venom Bite Arctic Punch (Which tasted like cold medicine) with my medication.

The dream consisted of a place I wasn't familiar with (like Atlanta, California, etc I know how to get around at). I was at an extravagant hotel and I was walking by this group of Asian workers. One looked up at me and smiled. I replied, "Hi, how are you?" He begins to rattle off his answer in Mandarin Chinese. He showed me an old picture of a young woman. I replied, "Really, I will see what I can do."

Later that night, I'm doing a book signing with some other authors for a charitable event. I run into an Asian woman who had written a book about her husband leaving them and fearing him dead and her quest to get to America to find him. She looked like the woman in the picture. I told her about the man I ran into and invited her up to my room.

I invited him up to my room as well. When they were reunited, she smacked his face. She had made a fortune in America. She wanted nothing to do with him. I felt bad for the guy.

I was speaking in Mandarin telling the two to reconsider their stances, because he felt he could no longer be with her cause his job was lowly and hers was great.

I didn't even know I knew Mandarin. I'm also wondering that when you sleep, the windows of the universe are opened to your subconscious and you're universal in everything.

Classmates Provide Great Extras in Dreams

2009-09-08T07:04:00.001-07:00

So why did I have the dream that I was being held hostage in my school because the teacher didn't like me?

I was locked in a room, my classmates had no clue what was going on. The teacher was there professing that she was the supreme leader. My classmates were holding me down, keeping me back and blocking my escape. That's when I heard the footsteps of the police marching around the window. They took my professor into custody and I ended up getting out. It was more dramatic visually than me typing it out LOL! I should start writing these before I brush my teeth.

Look to the Future For a Good Dream

2009-09-07T06:11:00.000-07:00

I'm a sci fi nut. The funny thing is I wasn't watching anything Sci Fi before going to bed. (Dreams and the time within dreams don't make sense. Bear with it)

It started out in that minority report way, showing off technology. However, a billboard flickered for just a blink of a second in the big city. When this flickered occurred, a handful of people saw it and became enlightened. We started to understand what was going on in our lives, how the technology was used to control us and that we would be hunted down to be controlled again.

I attempted to tell my boyfriend what I saw right after I saw it. He ignored me for a new iPod that just came out. But someone overheard me. Later that night, I'm the news and the news anchor comes on and talks about the billboard outage. Next thing you know the channel is cut to a commercial and another anchor takes his place. My significant other and I go to bed and attempt to make love, but I'm noticing little changes (that change that says, 'I don't even like this dude.') He's not responsive to me telling him what I want. He's just going through the motions like a robot who's repeating a love scene from a tv show. He whispers in my ear. I then try a little rough housing to get my juices flowing. He backs up off me and in something close to whiner, says that I'm different, that I'm hurting him. WTF?

The following morning, my S.O. gets up earlier than me and leaves a voice message that he had to go out of town for a week. I'm driving in my car (more like the car was driving itself, I was just along for the ride) to work at the news station. I'm passing by this billboard announcing that a news anchor was reported missing and wanted for questioning. I get to work at the station (yeah, I'm low on the totem pole, but still necessary). Everyone's abuzzed about the popular anchor and his disappearance.

I'm leaving work. I get into my car and I'm driving home. I'm rounding a bend when this dude jumps out in front of me. I slam on brakes and swerve. He rams into the side of my car. I get out to check on the dude and it's the reporter! Oh hell! I scoop him up and put him into the back seat. I'm driving him to a hospital, but he begs me not to take him there. I end up taking him home.

He's in my shower. I'm going through my guy's stuff to find him something to wear. I'm contemplating on whether to turn him in or not. Just as he's coming out of the bathroom dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, the phone rings. I look at him. He looks at me. I look at the phone, then back to him. I make a dart for the phone. He races after me. I grab the phone, but don't press talk because he's caught up to me, pushes me into the door and pins me.

"I got to take this," I say with the phone still ringing.

"No," he replies.

"Please, it might..." He was pushing too hard. "My ribs. I can't breathe."

Once he lets up off me some, I put the phone to my ear. "Hello?"

He grimaces and bams his fist on the door.

"No, that's just the neighbors moving." I look at him like he's crazy. I continue my conversation with my friend. I end it and hang up. "Look, you just can't come into my house and boss me around. This isn't work."

He then recognizes me. "You're that girl."

"Woman," I correct him. "Yes, the snob of the 4th floor."

"Is it true?"

"Yes, I've never slept with anyone at work."

He's guffawing his ass off while I make him a sandwich. He starts rolling off his conquests at work. He then mentions he lost a total of two grand because I never slept with anyone at work. I hand him his sandwich and drink. I start interviewing him.

He said something about covering a story and seeing the billboard while covering it. He said something changed him after he saw it. But that once he made up his mind to run the story, that night his girlfriend ended up in bed dead. They started chasing him down and he got away and hid. Then he came across me.

He thanked me for the sandwich. Just then a knock came on the door. The police were outside. I didn't know where to hide him. He hid behind the door. When I opened the door, the police informed him abut the anchor, asked me to be careful and asked if I had noticed the sign. I hestitated on the sign question. The cop then said a signal word. I replied back in something that seemed foreign to me. The cop raised his weapon aiming at my forehead. He lifted his face mask and it was my boyfriend. I was frozen. The reporter jumped from behind the door and beat the cop down. He grabbed me (I was still dazed.) and we ran down to my vehicle. We hauled ass out of town to a lake front cabin.

I had no idea what was going on. The anchor made a fire and was unpacking groceries still. He pulled out his iPod and was listening to the news report of two escapees. I could never go home. I wished I had never seen the billboard. I looked at him with tears in my eyes. He cupped my face in his hands, stared into my eyes. He told me everything would be alright. It was the first time in my life that I've ever heard him say something like that on or off the TV. He leaned forward to kiss me and the stupid alarm goes off to wake up. Thanks, Morning!

You Look Great - An 'I'm Over You' Dream

2009-09-01T20:02:00.000-07:00

There was a guy that I used to be absolutely ga-ga over. He was tall, handsome, and most of all, funny. Anything he asked me to do, I would prioritize him above all others.

Well, it's been a couple of years since seeing this fellow. And last night, I believe I've had my final dream of him.

In my dream, I was entering an office to visit another friend of mine. I was finishing my final good byes with her. When I got up and walked out, I crossed a guy I had despised because he tried to get me fired to take my job. He had a tear dripping from his eye and he apologized for being an ass. I patted him on his should and told him that I forgave him a long time ago, but that I would never talk to him ever again. He began sobbing and asked why. I never replied, just walked on.

When I reached the end of the hallway, I pressed the elevator button. I heard a voice ask, "You're not going to tell me bye?"

I turned slowly to face him. He looked absolutely gorgeous in an olive green button down and dark grey slacks. I blinked slowly, just once.

"You look great," I said.

He smiled and came closer to me. He smelled divine. He asked me to do something for him.

I looked up into his beautiful, clear eyes, backing into the elevator. As the doors closed, I said, "You look absolutely great." I left the building.

When I awakened, my entire being felt lighter. The whole event of my dream had me reliving it over and over all day, analyzing it. I didn't do what he asked. I just left, telling him that he looked great. And now, I don't feel anything, but I'm ready for anything.

Second Language Good For Artsy Dreams

2008-07-06T06:54:00.000-07:00

Decatur, Ga. -- (Ericassociated Press)

Between the hours of 3:00 AM and 9:00 AM Sunday, July 6, Erica Myers had a strange dream while sleeping in her Decatur home. Myers suffers often from insomnia. In addition, she also takes a much need break from her term paper.

"I was trying out cheap beers, but all I had was two," said Myers. "The last one I had was a Bud Light."

Three rounds of Spider Solitaire later, Myers saves her work. Wearing her favorite burgundy paisley pajama pants and pink tank top, she climbs into bed and sleeps. She remembers her first dream.

"I make it a point to jot down the details of each dream that I have," said Myers.

A quick middle-of-the-night bathroom visit clears Myers's body for her next dream.

"I had taken French back at Savannah State. I didn't even realize I retained that much information. I had to look up some of the words that were spoken."

Myers describes her dream as black and white film noir type cinematography. It seems like the good setting for an artistic French film. The location is an old field near a mine. A German soldier is supervising captured Frenchmen when he comes across bags of diamonds in the mine. He orders the Frenchmen to conceal a bag of diamonds. It is his intent to keep the diamonds for himself, but he needed to get them back into the camp and into his personal vehicle. So he has some carry bags of coal from the mine.

Myers intensely jots down her notes and some dialogue. However, she jots that she awakened at the point where one of the diamonds slips away from a Frenchman. Her last line is "Vous avez laissé tomber quelque chose." This is translated into "You have dropped something."

"I wanted to know what happened to the Frenchmen," said Myers. "It was truly a suspenseful dream!"

She never thought anything about the French "movie" that was playing in her head. Myers always finds her dreams entertaining and artistic. However, one thing puzzles her.

"How many people have English subtitles in their dreams?"

What I Fear the Most ...

2006-10-21T19:29:00.000-07:00

I know this will sound stupid, but I have to get this out. I don't scare easily. I do have a healthy fear of God, myself and Oprah Winfrey. However, Friday night, I was laying in bed, just drifting away for a moment. I don't sleep well. I do suffer from insomnia on the weekends. I don't know why, but I just do. Breathe Right strips (with the Vicks vapor rub) help.

Where was I? Oh yeah, I was drifting somewhere half between awake and asleep. The radio cooed to me softly, beckoning me to follow it into dreamland. I was about there when I heard it.

In an instant I fell from my cloud of drowsiness into a vat of boiling, toxic fear. It pushed me off the edge into a childhood terror. It was worse this time because I was no longer a child and yet I was still having this weird sensation of gut knotting. I cringed. I writhed. I churned like the tumbling seas during a hurricane.

First, let me tell you about the very fist time I had this nightmare. I was a three-year-old toddler. My sisters will never vouched that I remember this, but I do. I remember a lot that I don't let them know. I was taking a nap one day. I remember in my dream I was at a carnival. There were rides and games a plenty. I remember the smell of popcorn, candy, the sweets of life. It swirled about me and released me into the ever-loving arms of happiness. I was enticed to visit everything this carnival had to offer. I began on the ferris wheel, seeing all of the Michigan I remember at that age. I saw Stepping Stone Falls. I saw Frankenmuth. I saw my house.

My dream, interrupted with a fierce odor, crawled into an alley-like wasteland. I tried to escape to the what resembled safety in the carousel. However, when I ran up to the carousel, everything had changed. Everything had changed. It was a blood red. I turned from it and ran towards the funhouse. The mirrored glass reflected a beauty that I desired. I ran into the funhouse in a feeble attempt to escape what horrors mustered outside.

The funhouse changed. It wasn't like normal. It dripped with a black froth. It smelled like a wet garbage roasting in a hot July sun. It flipped my stomach like a two-headed coin. There was no escape. I cried out. No one answered.

The whole terror was serenaded by unrealistic male vocals. It screeched. It pleaded. It made my flesh bubble with fear.

I heard it again this Friday. It was unmistakeable. I was tossed back into the epic nightmare of my youth. It was the voice of horror. It was the voice of Peter Cetera. The song is "Baby What A Big Surprise." I thought I was over my fear of Chicago. I was reminded that I'm disturbed. I guess this is why you should never give coffee to a two-year-old.

Daydream 10/08/06

2006-10-08T13:30:00.000-07:00

I had this dream that I was skating on the high gloss floors of a department store with my socks on. I'm talking Olympic figure skating of socks on high-gloss floors type skating. I was pirouetting, taking the long curves with legs and arms spread, even doing a few triple axles.

I waved to my friend Gerald. He waved back. I skated by the home section, grabbing an American flag towel and holding it out like patriotic wings. I even stopped on a dime and start skating the other way. I felt the cold faux marble through my socks and I went in for a spin, but I didn't make it.

I slammed hard into Stephen Colbert. How he got into my dream, no clue. I could smell the faint scent of manliness and Calvin Klein's egoiste on him. I inhaled deeply, almost to the point of unexplained feminine wetness, but he grasp my hands and pushed me to arm's length. He then pulled me near, taking off in his argyle socks in a Tango.

This is why you shouldn't eat a slim jim before taking a nap.

A Little Bit Of Romance

2006-09-09T15:58:00.000-07:00

This is my post from a forum site that I go to. We were asked the question:
It's just you alone in a room with tyrone and tek...

My Sport, he knows who he is, will know what I'm talking about if he read this ...
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Tyrone and I would already be engaged in a game of chess. I have a cozy living room, a nice plush rug by the fireplace, with a coffee table parked on it. A crackling fire would talk to us, speaking romance with the never ending barry white cd. Our empty glasses of Crown and empty spits from roasting marshmallows would lay by the coffee table. Tyrone just moved his knight. I am on my knees, leaning towards the board, trying to find a way to kick his knight's ass. He smiles cause he knows he's winning. The cd gently melts to the next song.

"Ty," I call him, because saying Tyrone reminds me of the Erykah Badu song. Plus, I've never called a white man Tyrone before, Brian maybe, Jackson maybe, but never Tyrone. I'm sure there were some white men back in Colonial and Reconstruction periods that were abundant in the name Tyrone, but I'm a modern woman and Tyrone was a name reserved for innercity black pimps. But I'm getting off track on the story. "Why on Earth did you move your knight there?" I playful treated the game like checkers and jumped his knight.

He quickly sat up in protest of that god awful move, chuckling, "You can't move like that." He leaned in on the game, too.

I gave him 'the eyebrow', a move made famous by him, but stolen, copied and printed by me. "Oh yeah?"

Grinning, he lifted his head up from the game to face mine. His eyes were dark like the Hershey's Special Dark miniatures that I give out at Halloween time to kids who look at me like they are Werther's Originals. I stared into them, engulfing myself into an erotic daydream. His thinly pursed lips were spread in a smiling smirk. His hand touched mine as he braced himself to hover over the game as his face came closer to mine. I couldn't keep from staring at his eyes. I, too, was starting to feel pulled towards him. I closed my eyes ever so slightly and my lips instinctively opened to receive his tender kiss. I felt flushed, yet anxious. I knew where this was going, but I wanted to go there, especially since this trip was free of charge.

The heat from Tyrone emitted over my blushing face. I placed my left hand on his shoulder. My right hand was holding me up as it strained to keep me from crashing into the coffee table in an erotic faint. I could feel his minty breath on my lips. My fingers curled up the back of his neck and into his coal black hair. He was so hot in his button-down. I inhaled sharply as his mouth crashed into mine.

Call me old, but he tasted like one of my favorite foods, peppermint. Mixed with my own chocolatey breath, this kiss was like ten-cent Andes mint from the register at Picadilly's while you wait for your grandmother to finish taking her pills with her half full glass of water. I savored his mouth. My fingers relished his hair. My body anticipated his next move. I wanted him so much. His hand cleared the chess board as he carefully straddled the coffee table, still locked in this kiss. My hands did their best to keep him from falling, but I wanted him too much. He came crashing down onto me as his left leg tripped up on the coffee table. I let out a soft scream as we both hit the floor. I was too happy to have been built for comfort. His left elbow was lodged in my left breast. I groaned. He adjusted his body.

"Sorry," he spoke. "I'm not as agile when there's an obstacle in my way." I didn't care if he never said another word. He maneuvered his body to get comfortable. Then he looked back into my eyes. My heart fluttered again. There was something bizare, but so arousing about his eyes. His hand cruised down my ribs, over my curves, across my hip and settling for a handful grasp at my thigh. He gave it a quick tug towards him. I knew exactly what to do, wrapping that leg over his. My toes fiddled with the hem of his jeans and his ankle. Both of us were breathing heavy.

He went back to kissing me, beginning to trail kisses down my neck to my collarbone. I trembled at his touch as he began to undo the buttons on my shirt with just his right hand. His hands were warm. He said the same about my body. My hands were too busy with his shoulders and his hair. He put his face in the plunge of my bra and inhaled the scent of buy 3, get 1 free Rice Flower & Shea body spray from Bath & Body Works. His fingers traced the lacy underwire of my bra. My back arched, smashing my lower body against his shirt and jeans.

He reached around my back and was trying to undo the bra. I couldn't help but let out a single exhaled chuckle. He looked at me, eyebrowed with curiosity as to why I was laughing. "It's undone in the front, Ty," I replied smarkly to his curiosity. He one-upped me as he kissed the smooth valley between my breasts and then licked down it to the clasp on my bra. I buckled under him. I could feel his smile on my sternum. His teeth grasped the clasp of my bra and pulled at it.

There's something mind-blowing and erection losing about a doorbell.

Tyrone rolled over with a "MotherF*@&%#!" I rapidly attempted to button my shirt back. This was highly embarrassing, but I did tell Tyrone that I was supposed to be having a party tonight. Some of the people didn't get the cencellation notice. Unfortunately, as I looked out of the side window, Tek was one of them. Tek was very hot, not as much as Tyrone though because of his over usage of 'Solar Plexis'. That's just something you don't want to hear after making out.

I turned around to assess the damage cause by Tyrone and I, but to my surprise, Ty was on the sofa, the chess board was back as it should be and there was no evidence that we had been drinking, roasting marshmallows or making out. I invited Tek into my home, despite hearing a groan coming from Tyrone. And that was a great sentence cause it rhymed.

Ok I need to do my Astronomy homework.