Summer Dreamscapes

Blog No. 152: Dreamscape, Summer Edition

You know, ever since summer started, I've been getting some weird dreams lately. Not so much Spors, (well maybe), but definitely weird dreams.

Here are a few:

~Mallet Trio~

Everything's black. I'm on a stage that looks like a giant checkerboard, as most of my dreams start out. Then I hear a sound. A musical, almost strumming noise from behind me. I saw myself, playing a marimba. What I played on the marimba at first seemed like scales, but when I listened closer it sounded more like a walking, repeating bass line.

Then I turned to my right and saw myself, again, but now I'm playing the vibraphone. The notes played on the vibes sounded like a sustained melody line, syncopating with the beat of the marimba music.

Then I turned right, again, and saw Taylor Lautner, Jacob Black in the movie Twilight, play the xylophone with the other mallet keyboards. The xylophone was playing rapid sixteenth-note Vs. eighth-note triplet part that countered the vibraphone melody. Who knew a Quileute werewolf could rip on the xylophone that fast! XP

Anyway, my perspective was looking back and forth between the two mes and Taylor, listening in on each keyboard. I walked backward to absorb the sound all together. Then I sat down on the white square where I stopped and just listened to the mallet keyboard trio, each playing with four mallets. At some point, they turned it up to six mallets, where they started juggling mallets as they hit the keys. There were also variations of the song that played through. Melodies were handed back and forth between the keyboardists, each part had a unique melody line fitting with their mallet keyboard. The entire thing reminded me of parts of background movie orchestra pieces. I could definitely tell where the Danny Elfman influence ended and where the John Williams influence kicked in.

Then I just laid back to look up at the sky, which was a starry night. While I heard the continuous music, I connected some of the stars together as they moved sporadically across the sky. I connected three dots and saw Kaylah's face for some reason... I also saw an eisel, a jackelope, a Professoressa Martinelli lecture, a cheeseburger, and a live Green Day concert.

That was pretty much it. I can still hear some of the music in my head and, I think, I can play parts of it, where one of the times I walked behind the mallet keyboardists.

~Memories of Dad~

At first it seemed like I was watching an old home movie. It was kinda black and white and etchy, once the two figures I was looking at walked from a checkerboard ground to a sandy white beach. The two figures was a small boy, walking with a taller man, which I assumed was the father. The smaller boy had a red frisbee disc in his hand. The way he walked was somewhat familiar, like he was balancing on a straight line, much like I did when I was little.

Then the boy looked up, his face looked like a prepubescent me with my old Sora-ish hair. The dream didn't show me who the dad was. It was like a montage in a movie, or any Peanuts comic strip, where the adult was partly there. All I saw were the man's calves, which were toned, and red swim trunks. I know it's not an actual memory because I literally didn't know a male adult when I was that age other than either of my grandfathers, let alone ever went to the beach. However, I had a sense of nostalgia when I looked at that scene...

I felt a chilling breeze blow in my face and I was jerked back into "reality" where I was laying down on a beach, back to POV perspective in adult form. I looked up and saw I was at the same beach, only years later. I felt confused because I sensed it went from blazing sunny to overcast and stormy in a millisecond.

A woman screeched out from behind me, "THAT MAN IS DROWNING!"

I quickly looked up and saw a giant tidal wave, one someone would see on an episode of Rocket Power. I saw a flash of red in the water and felt myself mouthing the words, "My Dad, the professional surfer, is professionally drowning." Apparently, I shared a sarcastic relationship with my allstar surfing dad...

So I got up and ran to the ocean with Lauren Graham screaming in my head, "What the hell are you doing? You. Can't. Swim!" Which is true, but I didn't care. I tasted the salt and felt the cold as I swam closer and closer to the wave. My vision was foggy, not wet, but I had felt skin contact as I felt a torso hit my left shoulder. I grabbed on tight to that body and ran, fireman style, back to the shore, passing used grape Crush cans buried on the ground.

I laid my dad down on the beach and saw his face. I've been kinda picturing what my dad had looked like, what he looks like now, but in this dream I didn't see that face. I saw Dustin's. No wonder my dad's calves were toned... XP

I started CPR. I went through the entire process. Putting my head on his (HAIRY) chest, hearing no pulse... Pushing his sternum... Giving mouth to mouth... Then my head back on his chest and I heard a ka-THUMP along with ka-BLEGH where the head had spat out a mouthful of water. I ignored the ka-BLEGH because the ka-THUMP somehow was accompanied with the tone of a Windows Vista computer starting up.

The ambulance arrived on the beach with one of those gerneys. I helped them put Dad up on it and followed it to the truck, where I hitched a ride. I looked down, then I put my head back where Dad's heart was, images scrolling across my mind of the prepubescent David walking down the beach with half of Dad's body.

Then I looked up and I'm at the hospital, in a room that really matches Audrey's private room when Lennox was born. I looked up at my father's, (Dustin's), face and I saw his stubly face glow with a smile.

Dad said, "Still making sure it's there?"

I said, "Nah. I'm just listening to my new favorite sound in the world."

Heartwarming and kinda gay at the same time. XD

~A Paradox~

I look up from the black and white checkerboard grass as a red flying disc flies straight to my face.

I look up, again, with the red disc at hand, and chucked the frisbee across the green grassy field, where a tree had came to life and ran to go catch it. I also saw Difuntez, Taka, Terry, and Kaylah in my peripheral vision. I didn't think the live tree was weird because I partly knew that the tree running back towards me was JT. We were all playing a couple of rounds of Ultimate Frisbee. It was weird, because the perspective of the dream wasn't my perspective this time. It felt like I was actually watching a movie, where the film shots were intricate and edited. The montage of the ultimate frisbee match commenced with Anberlin playing in the background.

Anyway, once the match ended, I grabbed a bunch of water bottles for everyone. I threw one to Difuentez, whose skin was very reflective for some reason. I threw one to Taka, who was sporting her 3 ties and top hat. I threw one to JT, who wasn't as tree-ish as previously thought. Then I walked over to Kaylah and Terry to give them their waters. Kaylah then ran toward the parking lot, conveniently out of view, and we all had followed. Fade out.

Fade in to my house where we all walked in one by one, a different Anberlin song playing in the background. Apparently my house grew triple its size because everyone had a room here. The music was playing over a montage of bathroom scenes, with each one of us preparing for bed. It reminded me of that Listerine commercial, only we all weren't just using mouthwash. Then, one by one, we all went to our seperate rooms to sleep. Taka had a very pink room; Kaylah's was purple, of course; Mine was green. 

As the lights went out, Taka and I sneaked out of our rooms. In our hands we had shaving impliments. We were in the hallway where the master bedroom was, and Taka, with her red and silver polka-starred night cap, and I slid the double doors open. The doors apparently made a creaky sound as it slid along the carpet because the person's room we were sneaking into had made an audible snore that sounded like he was getting up. Once it stopped, we tip toed in. On the bed was JT, in his sky blue, sleeping sheep pajamas, sucking his thumb. Taka had applied some shaving cream to his very hairy face. 

I started shaving when Difuentez had busted through the doors; "Hey whaddarrya guys doing?"

Just then, a giant hand puppet of Lamb Chop, the sheep with no eye balls from an old kids show, crept from under JT's bed and ate Difuentez whole. It shook the bed and, still, JT didn't wake. You'd think feeling a sharp blade across your face alone would wake someone up. Not JT, apparently...

The noise of Difuentez's demise did wake up Kaylah and Terry as they ran into the room.

Terry screamed out "ROOT-uh-BEGGAH!" which did wake JT up, but it somehow turned Terry into Yowty.

JT rose from his bed, literally half of his face shaven. We all stepped back and, all of the sudden, the bottom of JT's bed glowed and howled a vicious wind. 

An NCIS commercial was inserted here. More or less this one:

Apparently, CBS is buying airtime in my subconscious. XD

~

Fade in to all of us in the living room, sitting on the floor surrounding a small table, clasping each other's hands with our eyes closed, except Yowty, who was petting a tiny, red, black-faced dragon. I dreamed the dragon before. The dragon could apparently change form from a dragon to a large, lime green marble. I named him Orville.

A few second later, Kaylah stood up and said, "So how the hell are we going to save Difuentez from the digestive system of a gigantic sheep puppet?"

We all shushed her, then turned to Yowty at the other end of the table. 

"It is simple." said Yowty, "We must go through the portal and come out with the keyblade at the other end."

"Can it be that simple?" I said, reflecting on how these random occuring events had just happened. "Where does the portal end?"

Then somehow I was upstairs the next second with a red frisbee disc. I arced my legs outward, almost doing the splits, and threw the disc under the bed. I pointed upward to the cieling, which got me out of doing the semi-split position I was in. 

Once I walked out to look over the railing to downstairs, I spotted the red disc on Yowty's face.

Then the half shaven JT stood and came up with a conclusion: "Somehow, the portal begins under my bed, then ends in Kaylah's... *cough* bosoms."

"Kaylah's BOOBS!" I had yelled out.

Zoom in to Kaylah's shocked face.

Then, Orville hacked up a cheeseburger on the table...

~

Fade in to upstairs in JT's room, where JT, Yowty and I were. Yowty, still with the disc on his face, was secured with bungee cords that somehow connected to the strings of the guitar in which JT and I were holding. 

Then the next shot took us downstairs. Kaylah was posing with her bust out, while Taka was staring intently and rather closely at it as if looking at a hypnodisc. There were a few close ups of Kaylah's cleavage and Taka's hypnotized face.

Back upstairs, JT and I grasped the neck of the guitar in our hands while Yowty crawled down to under JT's bed. As Yowty disappears, flashing lights and more wind were eminating from the bed as the KT Tunstall song "Hold On" was playing in the background.

"Are you sure this will work?"

"Nonsense! This will go splendidly!" JT said in a swashbuckling fashion as he stroked his face. He jumped when he noticed that one side of his face was cleanly shaven while the other was still poking out little curly hairs. "Do you mind explaining this to me?"

"I very much do, frankly."

"Oh, well I don't mean to offend."

Suddenly, a bigger gust of wind blew in our faces accompanied with splats of green slime.

"I'm so blogging this when I get up."

Downstairs, we still see close ups going back and forth of Kaylah's cleavage and Taka's face. Then, suddenly, a key hole glowed on Kaylah's chest. Taka let out an ooooooh as an end of a giant key slowly slides out from Kaylah's bosoms. The keyblade stopped halfway for 20 seconds. I knew because Taka counted it out aloud. Then the keyblade had quickly burst out, like a missle from a rocket launcher, hitting Taka point blank in the face, forcing her to fall backward.

Kaylah started to bend over to rub Taka's forehead, where a giant red "X" has appeared, when a skinny tan arm clasped onto Kaylah's face. Kaylah could only let out muffled yelps as the asian hand grabbed all over her face. Taka, once her head stopped spinning, tugged onto Yowty's forearm.

In JT's room, JT and I were tugging harder to the guitar to the point where I was using the bed as support and JT had elongated himself across the room, grasping onto the tuning keys.

"It shouldn't be this hard to pull an asian who weighs as much as a phonebook!"

"This must be some heavy phonebook! Maybe he's got Difuentez?"

"The albino twig? The phone book and a kajillion albino twigs wouldn't be this hard to pull!"

Suddenly, the guitar pulled with jet engine force as JT and I were sucked into the portal.

Downstairs, Taka was still tugging her brother's arm when a bright light illuminated Kaylah's boobies. In a split second, Yowty, with the red disc inserted in his head like a coin in a piggy bank, shot out of Kaylah's chest, clinging onto a curled up Difuentez for dear life, dragging along his life line where JT and I were still holding onto the guitar at the other end. It happened so quick, but it happened in my dream in fifty different angles, at different speeds. I could see Yowty with his arm out like a soaring Superman, holding on to his Lois Lane. Kaylah arced her back backward to make the rope create a perfect arc as Yowty flew across the living room. I could also see the excruciated faces of JT and I as we were pulled out from between Kaylah's knockers. Of course, in slapstick style, we all directly landed on Taka.

It ended with Taka, picking herself up, saying "I wonder what would happen if Kaylah crawled under JT's bed?"

JT and I said it at the same time. "A paradox of boobage."

FIN.

~

So yeah... Weird dreams... XP