Dreams Dreams Dreams

Dream on 5/31/11
I was in this huge church complex. I walked from one side to the other, various priests/preachers were speaking at a multitude of podiums set up in the main hallway as well as in room on each side. I had already walked past on priest on the left side of the complex named something like Count Albertshteyn (something + “shteyn”). I didn’t agree with what he was saying, but I didn’t dislike him strongly or anything. I walked into a room on the side and listened for a little while, but I didn’t really hear what the speaker in this room was saying. I was staring at a priest’s head. He looked like he had jelled his hair back, but with blood. He saw me staring and gave me the “What are you looking at?” look, so I motioned jelling my hair back. He touched his hair, and looked at his hands in horror. I got the feeling that someone had done it to him as a prank. I had to go to the bathroom in the dream (a strange notion) so I went back out into the main hallway, passed Count Olaftshteyn (that’s it, I remember now) who was saying something very stirring apparently. I went into his bathroom and turned around once the door closed. I had gotten a funny feeling from one of the clergymen sitting closest to the Count. I looked through the peep hole in the bathroom door (it was a very long bathroom, with lots of robes hanging on the walls) and watched as the angered black priest lunged forward and proceeded to kill Count Olaftshteyn. The black man looked like a tall version of Desmond Tutu, and I just stood at the door as other clergymen pulled the man off the Count, and tried to take the Count to his bathroom (which I was occupying) for safety, but they found the door locked, as I was in it. I was horrified by the scene, and I didn’t really want the Count to die, but I remember having no intention of opening the door, and I think it was to protect myself from whatever I felt was out there.


Dream on 5/29/11
I was Doug. My dad (non-cartoon) drove me to school at MacArthur where Patti and I got put into a “special ed.” class for some reason. We spent the next long while trying to figure out how to get out of the class, and why we were placed into it to begin with.


Dream on 5/25/2011
haunted horror movie watched in blackford. blond girl gets crazy eyes and spits out large red berries. does this a couple times, i freak out and hit her. now i’m in movie. fanciful forest. woman has sex with people that then turn into a look-alike of her. they are all given the same name. i walk to her crazy huge house/tent made of shiny crystal mesh/ “hard light” technology stuff. she and her husband (who does not look like her despite having sex) are having some sort of conflict.

Dream on 5/28/11
One was just lots of sex
The other one involved a woman as well, but this one was different. More of a story, and stranger. I’ll ask Sam tomorrow what it was, because I think I told him.