Dream Journal: 2/18/10

Last night I dreamed truly the weirdest dream ever. Tommy, Chris and I were at a sort of swanky beach hotel. It had at least 10 floors, a glass elevator and a cheap gift shop on each floor. However my room resided on a desolate beach. I don’t remember having any basic kind or living structure. I had mountains of books, magazines and my black laptop. Did I mention I was kind of a hard core serial killer. On this beach home I had actually buried countless amounts of my kill. One other thing I remember is walking into a black room probably located in the surrounding town or a level of the beach hotel. It was sort of like a planetarium, very mystical and there were star lights shining from above. There were a series of people, whom I can’t recall a recognizable face. They had this supernatural power that allowed them to be able to hold a small object, focus on it and then their mind disappeared to the surface of that object. One of them was attempting to teach me with a small purple sparkly stone. I truly believed I could not do it. However several people began giving me various methods that were truly effective. First step was to focus on the object with all available mind power, second was to feel the object and memorize it. After that it would feel as if you had opened your eyes and were standing on that little objects world. Following my many failed attempts, I finally opened my eyes to a world swirling in magma and vibrant purple. In the middle there was a narrow light purple tunnel. Upon crawling into the tunnel I saw a small critter scurry away from me just beyond my reach. The center of the tunnel was even weirder. I heard a deep voice claiming that those very critters were some form of gremlins. I don’t remember the official name. Flash to an entirely different part of the dream. I was found out! The police were tailing me. I would only find out how they had found out nearing the end of my dream. Anyways I ran to the glass elevator and pressed 10. Slowly I went up seeing the sights around me and the people who climbed in with me, unknowing of who I was. At level 8 I couldn’t take the people anymore and I was starving. I casually walked to the nearest gift shop and stole a jelly roll, without even removing the wrapper I took a bite feeling the jelly ooze down my chin. When I saw the police lieutenant who liked the Latina one from Dexter, I grabbed another jelly roll and ran to the elevator. Cut to my beach for the rest of that segment of the dream is really foggy. However the tide was beginning to climb dangerously high on my exclusive beach. Tommy was there and he was trying really hard to help me relocate my various things. We were moving them up on a bank right above a hill covered with palm trees. I picked up my laptop and tried to lug it up the hill. It was near impossible with the cover up so I put it down to close it. Water soaked it and the screen went a sickly black. Cut to big piles of various books Chris took the back cover off my laptop and observed that it was dead forever. I was devastated. On the bank Tommy was flitting through the water on the bank and stumbled upon one of my beach graves. The grisly gray flesh could even be seen from where Chris and I stood. I remember the thoughts that were crossing my head even. I am not a true killer…. how do I get out of this? Suddenly all of the id cards of my victim appeared before my eyes and for some odd reason they were all pokemon. The causes of death appeared to be murder. I really couldn’t remember killing them and that was my game plan for the trial. I walked into Tommy and Chris’s room which looked like Tommy’s Chinese room and said I’m sorry guys. They both smiled at me. Suddenly I had the realization that I wasn’t a killer. The dream goes black and I wake up.