Remember: this is only a dream...
Sam and I go to a film screening on campus at UCLA. We go the boxoffice, buy 2 tickets without saying anything, then when we get to the door, just as I'm about to give the guy my ticket, I look down at my ticket and see that it costs $375. Sam's ticket costs $275. I ask the guy at the door about the hundred dollar difference in price between our tickets and why they cost so much to begin with. He just takes our tickets, tears them, and silently ushers us into the theater.
Inside is a giant square screen but no theater seats. People are just congregating on what looks like a dance floor. The theater itself is a giant cube-shaped room.
I hear the doors close behind us and just we join the large group of people in the middle of the room, the lights go off.
Pitch black.
I can feel Sam clenching my hand. Suddenly my feet slowly lift off the ground. Still holding hands in the dark, Sam and I float weightlessly upward. When the lights come back on we're floating in the middle of the room with everyone else. I can feel a faint sensation as if the room is spinning along an invisible axis that extends out the center of the screen down the middle of the room, but the room isn't visibly moving, though it's difficult to tell which direction is up anymore.
Stools pop out of the floor, ceiling and walls, and one by one, people fly off in each direction and take a seat. Somehow I lose Sam in the crowd and I'm the last person floating in the middle by myself. I look at each wall for Sam, but I don't she her anywhere.
The lights dim so scramble downward, or at least in the direction that feels like down in my current orientation, and I take a seat on an empty stool.
The film begins as abstract shapes and colors flash across the square screen. The images are strange and yet totally familiar. The green and red shifting blobs somehow read as people talking and though there is no audio, I can hear and understand their conversation.
I remember that I still haven't found Sam so I turn away from the screen and look around me for her. She's still nowhere in sight so I launch myself off the stool, float to the left adjacent wall, and sit on an empty stool. Sam is not among the people seated on this wall either.
The absract images on the screen are rotated 90 degrees, but they don't seem tilted at all. They still read as recognizable images. In fact, it appears like a different alternate angle of the same dialog.
I watch a bit of the film and then float myself to the next wall to look for Sam. I still can't find her so I continue floating in a clockwise direction, each time taking a stool, scanning the surrounding seats, watching a bit of the film, and then moving on.
After several full unsuccessful rotations, other people in the audience begin to migrate from one wall of stools to another. Some people float clockwise, some counterclockwise, some diagonally across the middle of the theater. I stay seated and watch people float around above me for a while. Then I float into the center of the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sam as she passes, but I still can't find her.
Suddenly I realize that red blob is no longer on screen, and the green blog appears to be distraught, as if he's lost something.
Then I woke up.
Even though Sam was laying next to me in bed, I still had a lingering feeling of loniless and abandonment, as if she was still lost in my dream.
Remember: this is only a dream...
I'm sitting in an airplane next to my brother Russ. We're strapped in by giant seatbelts. The walls of the entire fuselage are hinged open, like overhead compartment or DeLorean doors, to reveal that the plane is still sitting on the runway. It's a clear blue day outside.
Inside BMX riders are racing up and down the aisles and out the sides of the plane rigth in front of me, riding up and down inflatable emergency ramps.
I tug at the seatbelt restraints that cross my lap and chest.
DONG
(the "Fasten safty belt" tone rings)
Suddenly, Russ and I are hanging off back of airplane, in backwards facing rollercoaster seats, watching the jet contrail as the plane flies high in the sky.
We're hanging right below the tail. A giant jet engine blares above us.
Russ, a younger Russ than he really is now, squirms out of the seat restraints and climbs over to me. He hooks his legs on to my by wrapping his ankles around mine, like a trapeze artist, and hangs off into the air. He reaches out in front of him and catches clouds. He grabs a handful of white puffy stuff and looks back up at me and smiles.
I yell, "Aren't you freezing?! You're probably screwing up the aerodynamics of the plane?! We might crash!"
Then I woke up
I wasn't panicked at all. I was smiling at the absurdity of the dream. Throughout the dream, people were having fun while I was too worried to enjoy it all. 
Remember: this is only a dream...
I'm lying on my back on a skateboard in the middle of a park. I stare up at the clear blue sky. I cannot see anyone around me, but I know I'm surrounded by playing children as frisbees and kites crisscross the sky overhead.
I close my eyes and feel the warmth of the sun on my face. I can hear the children laughing.
A cool breeze stirs through the air around me and I hear a slight whirring.
A shadow moves across my face and the whirring grows louder. I try to open my eyes but the gentle breeze has turned into a downward gust that burns my eyes with a freezing chill.
I'm frozen still, pinned down by the force of the wind and my body is tense from the cold air.
The children's giggles are completely drowned out by the howling whir from above.
Suddenly I can see the scene from a 3rd-person POV: there I am, lying there on the skateboard, motionless with my eyes clenched tight, as a helicopter descends right on top of me.
When the helicopter is a few feet from touching down around me, it begins to shrink. It quickly reduces from a full-sized copter down to a tiny little toy that lands right on my forehead. Though its physical size has shrunk, the force from the wind generated by its propellers remains strong, and I am still unable to open my eyes.
From my disembodied 3rd-person POV, I watch as the helicopter's propellers begin to collapse in on themselves as they slowly stop spinning. When they come to a full stop, the four rotor blades divide and jut downward so the tips touch my forehead like eight legs and lift the body of the copter up. The fuselage quickly morphs into a round black mass dangling between the arched rotors.
The helicopter now looks like a headless mechanical spider.
My eyes still closed, I watch as the spider crawls from my forehead down to my mouth until its eight legs surround my lips. I purse my lips, but the spider puts two of its legs from opposite sides of its body into my mouth and begins to open my lips. It then puts two more legs into my mouth and pries my clenched teeth apart.
The spider begins to lower its body into my mouth.
I suddenly scream and sit up.
My eyes are now open, but I still watch it all from the sidelines.
The spider dangles from mouth. Two legs are still wedged between my teeth, prying my jaw open, but the other legs are waving and clawing frantically, trying to get a footing on my face.
Suddenly I'm staring down my throat.
I'M THE SPIDER I think and instantly my POV shifts yet again, back to my own POV, my own eyes.
I can't see the spider, but I can feel it on my face. Deep inside my ears I can hear a creeking noise as my jaw is being stretched beyond its limit.
A sharp pain shoots through my tongue and I start to gag.
***
Then I woke up only to discover I'd bitten my fucking tongue in my sleep.
Remember: this is only a dream...
I'm hanging out at some pool party with some friends, just chilling on the patio. Someone says they're hungry and we all agree it's hotdog time, so I'm elected to go get hotdogs for everyone from the stand on the other side of the patio.
As I walk by the pool, where there is a game of pool-volleyball underway, I'm hit in the back of the head (by an errant volleyball presumably) and knocked into the pool. I sink to the bottom of the pool, facedown and motionless. Underwater, I can hear muffled voices ask "is he dead?" Someone flips me over with their foot and I can see faces looking down at me thru the water. Someone says "his eyes are open, he's fine" and the crowd disperses, leaving me underwater, staring at the sky. I try to swim to the surface, but my body doesn't respond. I can't even gasp for air. Water flows in and out of my gaping mouth. I just lay there motionless. I think "well, this is it" and close my eyes.
I feel myself float to the surface so I open my eyes and it's now nighttime. I climb out of the pool and head back to where my friends were, but they are gone. I find an empty patio-chair and a towel so I wrap my wet, shivering body in the towel and sit down.
I hear a voice say "fasten your safety-belts." I look up and there are two women dressed as flight attendants standing in front of me. I look down and there are seatbelts attached to the patio-chair. I look back up to the women, but they are gone and sliding doors close in front of me and suddenly there are walls of a plane cabin around me. On the siding doors are flashing red lights. On the left door, the light reads "Warning! Safety malfunction!" and on the right, it says "Warning! LYHIUM levels low!"
I look around me, but everyone else in the "plane" are other pool patio people in swimsuits with towels draped over their heads so I can't see their faces (like brightly colored ring-wraiths or dementors or something) and they seem unaware that we're now on a plane. Somewhere behind me someone screams "What about the lyhium! We can't fly without the lyhium!" (pronounced LIE-HEE-UM). Over the plane's PA, a flight attendant's voice says "that's just an idiot-light malfunction... there's really nothing wrong... if the lyhium levels really were low, we would NOT've been able to take off already"
I look out the window and the cityscape is moving below us, but in the opposite direction i expected so apparently my seat is turned around backwards facing the rear of the plane.
The flight attendant politely says: "please shut up and enjoy the flight"
Suddenly there's a loud BOOM that shakes the plane. Out the windows, all i can see is a red-orange glow as the plane rocks back and forth and goes into a dive.
I think aloud, "well, this is it" and close my eyes.
I had yet another dream about airplanes.
I'm on a plane where everyone is standing in their seats, kind of like those stand-up rollercoaster seats with the restraints that come down over your shoulders. To give things even more of a rollercoaster feel, the walls, ceiling and floor of the plane's cabin are totally transparent so I can see the sky around me and the ground below.
The only wall that isn't see-through is the wall that separates the cockpit from the cabin, so I can't see the pilots or flight crew. Flight attendants are constantly and almost frantically moving in and out of the door in the non-transparent wall, but the door is never open for more than a few seconds at a time so I can't see into the cockpit.
I haven't been dreaming much recently, and when I do, it usually involves people I'm not comfortable posting about. I did however, have a dream last nite that didn't feature anyone I know in my waking life so I'm finally gonna post a new dreamblog. It was another dream involving planes.
I am on a large passenger plane, sitting at a window seat so i could watch as we are flying over the ocean. Suddenly the plane drops altitude and large hole rips open in the side of the cabin opposite mine. Several passengers sitting near the hole are sucked out of the plane.
Panic ensues among the passengers, including me, and the dream immediately becomes a cycle of events, like so very many of my dreams.
Another nite of episodic dreams, but they were all borderline nitemares and just kinda ended when they got too weird:
Remember: this is only a dream...
1) A friend of mine i've known since middle school is visiting my parents house, and as i give him a tour of the house, i'm asking him questions about married life (he recently married in real life). When we reach my parents' room, my friend jumps up on the bed and there's a crunching sound of breaking glass. My friend screams in pain. I look and he's landed on a pile of lightbulbs that were lying on the bed. My dad rushes in and is pissed that my friend broke his lightbulbs, which range from softball size to teeny tiny little bulbs the size of BBs. I start yelling at my dad and demand to know "What kind of idiot keeps lightbulbs on a bed?" Neither of us pay any attention to my friend, who keeps screaming and rolling around as he bleeds.
2) I'm in bed and i wake up (in my dream, not from my dream). The pillow by my face is wet. I sit up and see that water is seeping from the pillow. The water is brown and smells bad. I pull the sheets to my face, but the sheets start seeping water too. I throw off the sheets and try to get off the bed, but the mattress is so sopping wet that it sloshes me around like a water bed. My clothes start seeping the brown, stank water. I scream.
3) I gather my family around and show them a projected animated film that i've made. The characters are all obviously based on my family members, and though i think the animation is funny, my family is insulted and they all start yelling at me. The film catches fire and my family keeps yelling at me.
4) I'm at the dorms in UCLA and the local radio station has staged a competition between the dorms. The game is a deathmatch in helicopters. Each dorm gets to pick a pilot and a gunner, and while everyone else gathers in a quad (which doesn't really exist like it did in my dream), the helicopters shoot each other down in teh sky above us. When i realize what's going on, i run around trying to warn everyone how crazy and dangerous this whole thing is, but before anyone listens to me, helicopters start exploding in the sky and crashing down on the audience below. Basically, it's just panic as shrapnel and bodies fly. The radio station that's organized the event is broadcasting thru speakers that can be heard over the explosions and screaming, and the DJ's are just laughing at how "funny college life is".
Remember: this is only a dream...
In my dream, i hear the sound of jets roaring overheard, and when i look up, the sky of Los Angeles is full of hundreds full-scale red, white & blue paper airplanes. They fly around with the maneuverability of F-14s, and they look like tomcats fighters, only they're giant folded paper airplane versions of the F14. The sky is so full of the paper jets that the planes can't help but crash into each other, into bulidings and into the ground. Each one of the hundreds of big paper airplanes crashes into something, it explodes into thousands of smaller paper airplanes, about half the size of the original plane. These smaller planes fly around faster and more frenzied, but since there are exponentially more of them, they crash more frequently than the larger planes. When the smaller planes crash, they explode into even smaller planes. This cycle of crashing and spawning smaller paper airplanes continues until the sky is red, white, and blue, with tiny paper jets about and inch long.
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