Dimensional Guitars

It was Friday night. Mike and I met up and were going to go to a bar to hang out. We got there, and I met some guy… who I took back to my apartment to hang out with. He saw the guitar in my room, one that Jasper had let me borrow. The guy I brought back said he was going to show me something interesting. He grabbed my hand and sort-of jumped down the neck of the guitar along the strings then into the sound hole. Suddenly, I was in this other world that was an alternate dimension and existed alongside ours but without any NYC buildings. The guy that jumped in with me had changed. He was a tall, skinny, female alien. S/he told me that I was brought there to be impregnated so I could continue their alien race. She was the only female alien left and all the thousands of others there were male. I started freaking out and tried to get back out the way I came, but I couldn’t leave the alternate dimension through the guitar… so I started wandering around and avoiding the aliens. I walked up on a hill, and suddenly felt this breeze around my knees that felt like really cold February air. I bent down and found that there was an invisible hole that led back into my dimension. I could also feel an invisible door that could shut it too, but it didn’t have a handle. Once it was shut it could never be opened. I escaped through the tiny doorway, which was about the size of an eave doorway in an attic. I ended up coming out of a small cellar door onto a side of a hill with my apartment building to it’s left. I called Mike over and explained to him what happened. He asked me to show him how to get into the guitar, and I did. We crossed over into the other dimension, which caused Mike to turn into a solid navy-blue alien because he’s male. The others were all variants of many colors, so I could tell Mike apart from the crowds. I couldn’t get him through the invisible door for some reason so I had to leave him there to find more help. I noticed that it was snowing in NYC, and the snow was entering the invisible doorway and collecting near the entrance. I thought that maybe the alien that tricked me into coming there would find the invisible door outlined with snow and shut it, that way Mike and I could be stuck there forever. I left him to guard it and went back into our dimension. Jasper came over and I tried to explain to him how Mike was stuck in the other world and how we got there through the guitar. He didn’t believe me, so I told him to look out the apartment window and watch the cellar on the hill. I put my arm into the guitar’s sound hole and it appeared as though it was coming out the cellar door. I waved my hand frantically to prove my point. Jasper still didn’t believe me and thought I was messing with him. He thought my trick was amazing and wanted to know who was hiding in the cellar and synchronizing their arm movements with mine. I explained again how the guitar and cellar worked and showed him by throwing a pill bottle into the guitar’s sound hole. The pill bottle flew out of the cellar door and landed on the hillside. He still thought it was an amazing trick and still didn’t believe me. I asked him what I could possibly put through the hole that would convince him. He happened to have a different guitar and told me that he would believe me if I could get the neck of the guitar he brought to come out of the cellar. I did just that and he was finally convinced.



**the photo is Lauren Chester's from: http://artemer.wordpress.com/

Rabid Rats and Grass Blimps

The dream began four years ago, and took place at a wedding held in an old mansion. I saw an old friend of mine there that was extremely drunk. I took him into another room to sober up but he ended up puking on the floor, so I ran away. I went through this other door that led into the front ballroom of the house, but I wasn't supposed to actually be there... and the woman that owned the place came in and explained about how she was fixing it up and would like some help. I offered to help her, then suddenly I was up on this blimp-like thing that was inside that room of the house. It was made entirely out of leaves, grass, and rocks. It was 90+ feet up in the place and if I stood up I would be able to touch the ceiling. I was balancing on a rock stepping stone while she hoisted up leaves and grass for me to stuff inbetween the rocks. Then, a helicopter came to get me down so I could take a break. When it landed, and I got out, I saw that my friend Marc was there. But he was a giant - about three times his size, and dressed in a weird robot costume. There were grates on the ground similar to the ones on the sidewalk for the subways in NYC. Water was collecting on the ground instead of draining into the grates properly. Marc got really upset and ripped the grates off to pour his homemade mix of Draino down it. Suddenly, all of these rats under the grate started climbing up into the room. He sprayed another crazy acid-like chemical all over them like a firehose blast. But, in the process, he blasted my little robot friend and killed him. I thought I could bring him back to life so I started dragging him away.

Pee...... an oldie but goodie: Sept. 21, 2007

Dream:

In this particular dream, I was a 12-14 year old boy, pursued by a tall, black haired man in a grey shirt. He was chasing me in a house that was a giant maze of rooms and hallways. Even though he was gaining on me, I still had a one-up on him. I had a superpower. I could flex my hands (similar to spiderman) and expel a substance similar to black silly string right out of my palms. The stream that would flow from each hand was very thick, about the same width as my palms themselves. This stuff could make a forcefield and deflect the man coming after me. All of a sudden, his acomplice (a frail man with a long crooked nose and small glasses) accidently ingested some of my forcefield-making substance! Then I could no longer use my powers! No matter how hard I tried to flex my hands to produce the stuff, it wouldn't come out. Something dawned on the black haired man, that maybe his acomplice had ingested my powers and could turn them against me. He told the frail man to pee in a red tin and then drink a tiny amount. If he drank his own pee, he would be able to harness my powers and use them. He bent down and started drinking the pee but, instead of achieving the expected goal, he looked up at me wide-eyed and started crying, saying: "Please don't hurt my friends!" This proved that he was embodying part of me inside of himself, so if he actually drank the rest of his own pee he would possess my powers. I lunged forward and grabbed the tin. I ran down a hallway to my right. His pee kept sloshing back and forth in the tin and spilling on me as I ran. Then, while still running, I pinched my nose and then started taking gulp after gulp. I kept gagging as I drank it. Then, I forgot to hold my nose and pinched my ear shut to keep drinking it -- then I stopped realizing that I could taste the pee because I was pinching the wrong body part. I pinched my nose again and drank the rest of it, gagged on it, and continued running down the hall. My pursuer was at the end, blocking my only exit. I tried to stop him by ejecting the silly-string substance but I couldn't get my power to come back. I kept straining and straining to make the substance come out, but it wouldn't... even though I drank the acomplice's pee.