Lost in an Airport, Being in a Hospital and Vampires

1. I dreamed I was in California trying to get back to Michigan and I was driving around in my own car inside an airport trying to find the parking lot. I was supposed to park and catch a plane back. I was in very large rooms, semi dark with darkish carpeting. Some rooms had no windows, some had windows that were very high near the ceilings. I kept coming to wooden gates, the kind that are at the tollbooths in Illinois. Only these did not have shelters per se. They were just the wooden arms that were down and there was no visible means of making them go up to let me pass. I was suddenly following another smaller car. The smaller car made it around an arm, but my car was too large. Also, every so often I would see security guards or police officers walking around. I finally stopped my car, turned off the engine, got out & started walking. There were more security guards/police officers. I started towards a couple to ask where the parking lot was, but they turned and walked away from me and I could not catch up to them.

I finally approached a set of doors & went in & found myself on an elevator. The doors opened and I found myself on a roof parking lot. I walked through the parking lot and was getting frustrated and tired while making my way towards a wall. I went around the corner and found several sets of glass, mirrored doors. I went in a door and was back inside the airport. I attempted to find my car while trying to remember where the parking lot was. I was back in one of the rooms I had driven through at least a couple times previously. I walked to the back of the room passing several people and more security guards/police officers and headed towards several escalators. I got to them & discovered they all came from what I thought was a floor above. I wanted to get to that upper level. Only 1 escalator worked, but I was too tired to try climbing it while it went down to the floor I was on. The others did not work, but they had a wooden arm across indicating I could not use them. The only other thing that worked that went up to the floor I wanted to get to was more like an inclining conveyor belt. I got on. Just as it got to the top, I realized it went no where but back down to the floor, and it sped way up at that point so I had no time to turn around and try to run back down the way I came. Instead I plunged down to the floor. There was about a 2 foot space between the conveyor/escalator and a wall. I was completely stuck. I thought about yelling for help hoping someone would hear me when, thankfully, I woke up.

2. Another dream I had, I went to a hospital to see someone who was there as a patient. I was in a separate room sitting on a bed and a nurse was taking blood from me. She said that as soon as we were finished I could go back & visit the person I was originally there to see. It was the third or fourth time during my visit that blood was taken from me. They kept testing it for something.

Then I had to go to change into my scrubs and go to work. I only had my scrubs pants on when someone came into my room and told me that everyone had to be evacuated to the basement. I walked with several other people to an elevator. The elevator filled with people. I tried to squeeze on, but decided I'd rather wait. Someone asked if it was safe in the basement. I looked at the speaker and saw it was Carol W. Her face had broken out in a pink rash. I asked her if she realized it, if her face hurt or itched. No she said. There was a mirror nearby that she looked into. She had no idea what it was. A nurse had just walked up with some patients to take to the basement on the elevator when it got back. I grabbed C by the arm and pulled her to the nurse & drew her attention to the rash. The nurse began escorting her to a room and I started following when I woke up.

3. This dream I blame on trying to watch a badly edited R to PG From Dusk Til Dawn. I did not watch the whole movie because it was a) edited so badly the audio was slightly off and/or b) the movie is 13 years old anyway. It was almost like watching a TV episode of anything that someone recorded from TV & uploaded to youtube using a bad audio/video software program or something. Sometimes the audio is off just enough to almost like a Bruce Lee movie made in China & dubbed in English.

I dreamed I was battling vampires. Not much detail. I woke up while fighting off one that was about to try taking a chunk out of my neck.

Extraterrestrial Terrorists

I had a dream that I was a substitute elementary school teacher, 4th grade or below. I had bought a large plastic interactive help kids learn to draw thing. I had put it in the teacher’s locked desk drawer, but the next morning it had disappeared. A teacher in the next room was bringing her kids over to watch. I asked her if she had seen anyone in the room the previous day or early that morning. She had not. I went to every classroom looking in windows if they had one, barging into those that didn't. I was on the other end of the school and hoping the kids in "my" class were not getting too rowdy while I peeked into a room and saw a teacher showing her kids the same drawing “toy”. I ran in & grabbed it, telling her it was mine. She said it wasn't & told me she had just bought one and pointed to the receipt on the desk. I put down the toy & picked up the receipt. I looked at it and wondered if either it was mine & she had taken that, too, or she had printed her own. I doubted it and apologized explaining what had happened.

Suddenly we heard over the school's PA a news report that there was a rumor that alien terrorists may be getting ready to destroy Earth and everyone had to evacuate to the moon.

I was suddenly at a NASA like place in Illinois waiting in line to get on a rocket ship. Standing behind me were min8ive, J. & their son B. B was allowed onto the first rocket, but min8ive & J were told they had to get on the second one. B was not allowed to automatically get on the second one. A couple getting on the first offered to switch.

I embarked along with M & T B, L & J & their 2 kids, JB & several others. On the way there, M pointed out that perhaps the old ratty t-shirt I was wearing might not be the best to have gone to the moon in. I realized I could have been wearing a nicer, newer one and commented that now I am worried that I could have picked a nicer t-shirt in which to die.

Then I noticed John's brother Chris B sitting next to him. He was just sitting motionless with his hands clasped together staring blankly at the floor. I told him how sorry I was to have heard he passed away (he really did, of leukemia). He did not say anything or move a single muscle. I thought about how it was probably inappropriate for me to care what T-shirt I was wearing at that point.

We got to the moon & the second rocket ship was on it’s way when we got news that it was a false rumor & it was ok to go back. Our rocket ship had taken off from the moon when it was discovered they left behind 3 people who had gotten off to walk on the moon. The rocket orbited the moon while the three people space walked back and the rest of us looked out windows and watched.

The three people made it safely back in & we returned to Earth. The rocket landed at S W’s house (even thought I have no idea what it looks like). Everyone else left quickly. Steve was in his kitchen looking at a piece of mail he had retrieved from his mail box & was a bit upset over it’s contents: a credit card statement saying he had charged a lot more than he apparently thought.

M & I were inside trying to make our way to the front door so we could leave, but she spotted a copy of the extended version of the Lord of the Rings book lying in a stack of books on a side table. I told her we should really get out of the there, but she picked it up. I quietly commented that I had the same book in a storage container. Suddenly we heard music over another PA system: the song Eagles Fly by Sammy Hagar (see below). She flipped through the book looking for the song lyrics but in the center of the book, the pages were stiffer. I told her they were photos of filming the movies. Then Terry B walked in the front door & gave us both “Why are you still here looks”. I told him we were just leaving and pretty much grabbed the back of M's shirt collar & dragged her out the front door.

And I woke up.

Cigars and More Zombies

Last night I dreamed I was riding on someone else's motorcycle. He dropped me off in a parking lot at the back of a strip of only a few stores. It was very crowded. I walked in the back door of one of the stores intending to buy a cigar. Yeah, I don't either. The store was too crowded so I walked back out & went to the one next door. That, too was crowded but I continued in anyway because I thought I really wanted a cigar. I have smoked a cigar maybe 2 or 3 times in my life, but only that was offered to me so I know nothing about buying them.

The store manager saw me & asked me if he could assist me. I told I wanted to buy a cigar. He pointed to my right where, along the wall was a dark gray metal shelving unit upon which were lots of different cigars. I just wanted to buy something cheap because I could not afford to buy an expensive one. I looked them over. He asked me if I really wanted to buy a cigar. I thought about it for a couple minutes and decided I did not. I wanted to buy a newspaper. To the left of the cigar shelves were dark gray metal newspaper shelves. I looked at the neat stacks of newspaper, but they were not labeled like they are in, say a Borders book store so I was not quite sure which I wanted. I started to pull the top paper down from each stack to see what they were but gave up altogether because more & more people were coming into the store. I told the manager I changed my mind and walked out the front door where motorcycle guy was waiting for me.

We rode to someone's house where he again dropped me off at the back door. I went inside and encountered another person. Not sure if it was male or female but he/she was in his/her 20's and he/she told me he/she was waiting for his/her father to get home. We made our way to the front of the house where the father had pulled up in the driveway and was getting out of the car. He came towards the door and noticed his eyes were all blood-shot and glazed over and half his face was decomposing. I knew immediately he was a zombie. I slammed the door and told the kid his/her father was a zombie & to not get near him. We went out a side window onto a porch deck where my motorcycle driver and a friend of his on another motorcycle were waiting. I jumped on the motorcycle behind my friend while pushing the other person towards the other motorcycle and yelled for the person to get on. The person kept wanting to go to his/her father, who was quickly coming towards us. I again explained to the kid that the father could not get anywhere near us or we could end up becoming zombies. The motorcycle drivers had to find a way to turn around on the somewhat narrow deck when I woke up.

Mascara and Pretending to be a Zombie

Last night I had a dream that I was in on a joke being played on another person. It was morning and I had gotten up and was to go outside and walk to a pre-specified location where someone was waiting. First, I had to put mascara on my eyelashes. For reasons I was not quite sure of, it was before showering or at the very least washing my face. As I put the mascara on, my lashes grew by at least an inch and there was very little clumping. I was impressed by it. I then walked to a parking lot. There were 2 people sitting in a black SUV. About a dozen other people approached the driver’s side of the vehicle. On the passenger side of the vehicle was a grassy median with trees. It’s not significant as far as I know. I’m just including as much detail as I remember.

First, someone standing nearby interviewed me about the mascara. I was asked what I thought about it. I told the person I liked it in that it certainly made my lashes a lot longer than they are but that I did not like that I would have to use makeup remover to get it back off. If it were the kind that did not require remover, however, it would undoubtedly be all over my cheeks already.

After the interview was time for the prank. Each one of us walked up to the driver in the SUV, he pointed something at us & we each pretended to become zombies. Yeah, I don’t know. I don’t recall seeing flix or mascara ads lately, so why I dreamed about either…*shrugs* There was one person there who was supposed to believe we really had become zombies.

Then we each zombie-walked back to our houses. My “house” was the house up north where my uncle & his sister live. I was in his sister’s bedroom, but it was the room it used to be before she converted it and it was much larger. There was a lot of stuff in the room, some seemed to be gift-wrapped presents. I was digging around the stuff looking for something. I think it was clothes in order to take a shower. Then I was in the bathroom trying to clean the mascara off my lashes. I got a small square piece of gauze, took a bottle of make-up remover, put some on the gauze and proceeded to wipe it off my lashes. My lashes got smaller again as the mascara came off. I intended to put it back on after my shower.

Then the dream changed. The person on whom the zombie prank was being played had come over. I started pretending I was a zombie, but he got hip to it and asked me why we were doing it. I started telling him, but I don’t remember the actual reason. Then I woke up.

A Ghost, A Dead Person, Fried Eggs and Drugs

I had a dream that I was back at the house where I grew up. Again. I was in the backyard, laying on a lounge chair. There were people behind me selling things at small kiosks next to the garage. I got up to look at the stuff. I walked over to a bin that had standing upright in it some kind of rolled up flags or banners or something. I started taking a closer look at them. They were mostly white with a kind of burgundyish-brownish colored...something on them. I suddenly had the creepy feeling that I was being watched closely. I looked around at the people milling about, but no one was looking at me. I ran out of the yard to the side door of the house. As I reached for the door knob to open it, I saw in the door window the reflection of a girl standing directly behind me staring at me. I whirled around, but there was no one there. I looked at the reflection again & saw she was still there. She had long, straight dark brown or black hair, very pale skin, dark eyes, wearing a dirt-smeared white dress.

I yanked the door open, jumped inside the house and slammed the door shut. I stood there for a minute, then slowly eased the curtain on the window back to see if she was still standing there. She was. Except I could also feel her standing directly behind me inside the house. I started to panic but I also started thinking that I couldn't panic, I had to find out who she was and why she was following me when I woke up.

Then, I had a dream I was once again in the backyard of the house where I grew up. There were several people around. Someone was frying eggs in a pan on a grill. I was going to have one of the eggs. The eggs were already partially cooked when I noticed the “skin” that covers the yolk had been pulled back on 2 or 3 of the eggs. I took a spatula and pulled the skin back over the yolks. The yolks started “bubbling”. The person cooking the eggs said that was why he or she had pulled them away. I took the spatula and peeled the skin back again & the yolks stopped bubbling. I wanted the yolk on my egg soft, but the person who was “in charge” of cooking the eggs was just standing there. First, I was staring at the eggs watching the yolks be too cooked, I looked up at the person, who at first was talking but had suddenly grown quiet. He or she was just staring off into space. I took the frying pan off the grill, carried it into the garage, and set it on a table. I cut one of the eggs with the spatula, took it out of the frying pan, and put it on a plate. I then got some toast from somewhere and put 3 slices on the grill for a couple minutes to toast them, but then decided 3 slices was too much & I only wanted 2. I took 1 back off the grill and stuck it back in the bag with the rest of the loaf. I proceeded to let the other 2 toast, then buttered them and put jelly on one of them. As I did that I glanced up and saw my original employer at the last place where I had worked; the employer who had passed away several years ago now. His name was Abe. When he passed away no one knew exactly how old he was, he was a Holocaust survivor. He never spoke about it, except to say that when he was dragged from his bed his mother had told him to lie about his age and say he was older so he had a better chance of surviving.

In my dream, he was standing towards the front of the backyard, on the outside of the fence. He had just come from inside the house looking for his daughter-in-law Kelly. He asked me if I had seen her. I told him I thought she was the one who had just slipped toward between the fence the separated our yard from the neighbors’ and the garage to head towards the back, but I had not actually gotten a good look.

Suddenly I was in a movie theater watching a movie with lots of other people. I was sitting in the 3rd or 4th row on the far end with an aisle to my immediate right. The people next to me & in the row directly in front of me were all talking and scoffing at the people in the row in front of them. They were high schoolers who were being a nuisance. They were making fun of the movie. Somehow, all of their seats were facing the rest of us and they had all stood up, put their heads on the seats and were “sitting” upside down with their asses facing the rest of us. I took my camera out of my sweater pocket & was trying to take pictures but the camera settings were all wrong. I was getting pictures with fancy frames around them that I did not want. Security came and approached a woman who was accused of being the instigator to the high-schoolers mischief. I tried taking pictures of the woman as she was being escorted out of the theater from the right side of the movie screen. The security guys saw me trying to take pictures and told me not to.

Suddenly I was in a car with Abe. We had just completed a journey. I dropped him off at someone’s house, then phoned a friend to meet me somewhere public to pick up my luggage that she had taken with her because there was no room in my own car. The friend had arrived the next day after Abe & I.

We met in a parking lot behind a restaurant. She was parked there first, I was somewhere across the street on the other side of another parking lot. I was looking through a chain-link fence & I could see her from where I was. She had pulled 2 suitcases out of her car. One of them was exactly like the one I take with me, the other looked just like it only a little bigger. In my dream, both were mine. Two police officers walked up to her. One was a friend of hers. The other insisted on “inspecting” the suitcases. By inspecting, he had a large, black plastic handheld device that had a handle and was shaped sort of like a gun, but the “barrel” came to a point and had a small blue light on the end. It was actually some kind of drug detecting device. I stood there and watched. The officers detected no drugs, the officer friend conversed with the woman for a few minutes, and then they both left. I walked over to the woman, conversed with her & thanked her for bringing my luggage. I wheeled them back across the parking lots towards my car. I was almost there when both officers suddenly appeared and asked me if the luggage was mine and where was I going with them. I told them yes they were mine & I pointed to my car, which was still about 30 feet away. The one with the drug detector asked if I had a receipt for them. I told him no. He told me had to inspect them and proceeded to unzip the outside pockets and slide the device around the insides. I hoped and prayed my friend had not slipped in bags of coke or heroine while she was out of my sight as I had walked across the parking lots to get to her. I wondered of I should tell the other officer, her friend, that she was also a friend of mine & to explain about how I had traveled with someone else and that I’d not had room for my own luggage but that our friend had brought it for me when I woke up.