More crazy dreams

So it;s Spring, I'm 17 and my Dad is opening up the pool for the season. Everything was happening too quickly to be real. One minute he is opening the pool, the next it is open. There are fish swimming around in it, carps and koi, and they're eating the bugs in the pool. My Dad wants to skim them out, but I tell him no, leave them, I don't mind swimming with them. Then I notice that some of them have really long teeth in the front, like guinea pig teeth, which they're clacking together. I'm trying to skim the leaves out of the pool but the deck is really narrow and slippery and I can't keep my balance; I'm afraid I'm going to fall into the water with the fish with big teeth. So I quit skimming.

Next, it's summer and Celia and Jeremy (my long-time on and off friend from high school, we more or less grew up together,) and I are getting ready to go into the pool. I have a radio on the deck like I always used to have. We jump into the pool and at first it's cold, then it warms up really fast and next, it's already high summer.

So I swim to the edge where the deck is, and on the deck is a little shell. Peeking out of the shell is a completely adorable little green creature, with a heart-shaped face and huge black eyes, spindly, segmented legs, and a smiling little mouth. It's intensely cute, but at the same time there's something sort of alarming about it, a little sinister. It's shiny green like it's wet, and its body (that I can see, that isn't in the shell,) is covered in prickly black hairs. I want to reach out and touch it but I stop, thinking, "Those hairs might be venomous, like with some spiders." Yet I keep feeling the urge to pet it. Everytime it moves, I move my hand away because I keep reminding myself what my Grampa used to say: "If it has a mouth, it can bite." I'm thinking, What if it has teeth like those fish?

Well the little creature keeps looking at me and suddenly the ambient temperature feels cold, so I think maybe it wants something warm. I offer it my towel and its legs reach out for it. It grabs the towel and tries to pull it, but doesn't have the strength. So it starts to pull its body out of the shell. As it does this, its mouth opens up and a black beak comes out of it. It starts to use the beak to pull itself out of the shell, and everytime it closes on something it makes a noise like, "Clack, clack." And I'm feeling so glad that I decided not to pet it.

Still, it hasn't harmed anything so far and so I give it my towel, which it clamps in its beak and tries to pull back into the shell with it. It gets only a strip of it and then crawls away, a little bit like a crab.

Then it's late summer and my parents come down to swim int he pool, so now it's Jeremy, my parents, and me. Celia decides to get out of the pool and go to her room to do her homework. So I start to look for the little creature again and my Mom says, "What's going on up in the sky?"

I look up and I see a hanger floating by, high over the house. Like, a regular clothes hanger. For some reason I can't place yet, this is the scariest, most awful thing I've ever seen. Then another one goes by and it clicks: Holy hell, hangers do not fly. They most be pretending to be hangers. As soon as I realize this, the hangers turn into little vessels that drop paper airplanes out of the bottom of them. Only they're just pretending to be paper airplanes, too. When they hit the ground they unfold into white gadgets about two cubic feet, with buttons and lights on them. They look like they're made of plastic. One of them lands in the pool and starts turning around and I realize that it's not random: it is turning on purpose in order to follow motion. It's like a motion based sensor, and I can look into it and see a gun or something like that in the center of it.

So I realize that it's going to shoot some kind of deadly beam out of it and I start yelling, "Everyone under the water! It's going to be based on thermodynamics, it won't hit you under the water!" But all of a sudden everyone in the pool is moving too slowly. Celia is back in the pool and she's the only one who ducks under. I realize that the plastic thing is going to shoot everyone above water, and even if it doesn't kill them, which I know it probably will, it will burn everyone's eyes out. So the only thing I can do is grab it and try to turn it away, or maybe I can turn it back into a paper airplane if I squeeze it hard enough. But I also know that it's radioactive, and if I touch it then I will be radioactive too.

But there's nothing else that can be done and so I reach out to grab it.

Then I say to myself, "This is way too awful to be real. I can stop this anytime I want."

And then I woke up.

I dream like this often, these really detailed, vivid, colorful, scary dreams. The funny thing is that even though they're awful, I always wake up with a sense of adventure that stays with me for the rest of the day. I'm always in a good mood when I have this very specific type of dream. On the other hand, sometimes I'll have a dream that's totally innocuous and it will mess up my vibe for the rest of the day, just because something was "off."

I am a really, really strange bird.

More crazy dreams

So it;s Spring, I'm 17 and my Dad is opening up the pool for the season. Everything was happening too quickly to be real. One minute he is opening the pool, the next it is open. There are fish swimming around in it, carps and koi, and they're eating the bugs in the pool. My Dad wants to skim them out, but I tell him no, leave them, I don't mind swimming with them. Then I notice that some of them have really long teeth in the front, like guinea pig teeth, which they're clacking together. I'm trying to skim the leaves out of the pool but the deck is really narrow and slippery and I can't keep my balance; I'm afraid I'm going to fall into the water with the fish with big teeth. So I quit skimming.

Next, it's summer and Celia and Jeremy (my long-time on and off friend from high school, we more or less grew up together,) and I are getting ready to go into the pool. I have a radio on the deck like I always used to have. We jump into the pool and at first it's cold, then it warms up really fast and next, it's already high summer.

So I swim to the edge where the deck is, and on the deck is a little shell. Peeking out of the shell is a completely adorable little green creature, with a heart-shaped face and huge black eyes, spindly, segmented legs, and a smiling little mouth. It's intensely cute, but at the same time there's something sort of alarming about it, a little sinister. It's shiny green like it's wet, and its body (that I can see, that isn't in the shell,) is covered in prickly black hairs. I want to reach out and touch it but I stop, thinking, "Those hairs might be venomous, like with some spiders." Yet I keep feeling the urge to pet it. Everytime it moves, I move my hand away because I keep reminding myself what my Grampa used to say: "If it has a mouth, it can bite." I'm thinking, What if it has teeth like those fish?

Well the little creature keeps looking at me and suddenly the ambient temperature feels cold, so I think maybe it wants something warm. I offer it my towel and its legs reach out for it. It grabs the towel and tries to pull it, but doesn't have the strength. So it starts to pull its body out of the shell. As it does this, its mouth opens up and a black beak comes out of it. It starts to use the beak to pull itself out of the shell, and everytime it closes on something it makes a noise like, "Clack, clack." And I'm feeling so glad that I decided not to pet it.

Still, it hasn't harmed anything so far and so I give it my towel, which it clamps in its beak and tries to pull back into the shell with it. It gets only a strip of it and then crawls away, a little bit like a crab.

Then it's late summer and my parents come down to swim int he pool, so now it's Jeremy, my parents, and me. Celia decides to get out of the pool and go to her room to do her homework. So I start to look for the little creature again and my Mom says, "What's going on up in the sky?"

I look up and I see a hanger floating by, high over the house. Like, a regular clothes hanger. For some reason I can't place yet, this is the scariest, most awful thing I've ever seen. Then another one goes by and it clicks: Holy hell, hangers do not fly. They most be pretending to be hangers. As soon as I realize this, the hangers turn into little vessels that drop paper airplanes out of the bottom of them. Only they're just pretending to be paper airplanes, too. When they hit the ground they unfold into white gadgets about two cubic feet, with buttons and lights on them. They look like they're made of plastic. One of them lands in the pool and starts turning around and I realize that it's not random: it is turning on purpose in order to follow motion. It's like a motion based sensor, and I can look into it and see a gun or something like that in the center of it.

So I realize that it's going to shoot some kind of deadly beam out of it and I start yelling, "Everyone under the water! It's going to be based on thermodynamics, it won't hit you under the water!" But all of a sudden everyone in the pool is moving too slowly. Celia is back in the pool and she's the only one who ducks under. I realize that the plastic thing is going to shoot everyone above water, and even if it doesn't kill them, which I know it probably will, it will burn everyone's eyes out. So the only thing I can do is grab it and try to turn it away, or maybe I can turn it back into a paper airplane if I squeeze it hard enough. But I also know that it's radioactive, and if I touch it then I will be radioactive too.

But there's nothing else that can be done and so I reach out to grab it.

Then I say to myself, "This is way too awful to be real. I can stop this anytime I want."

And then I woke up.

I dream like this often, these really detailed, vivid, colorful, scary dreams. The funny thing is that even though they're awful, I always wake up with a sense of adventure that stays with me for the rest of the day. I'm always in a good mood when I have this very specific type of dream. On the other hand, sometimes I'll have a dream that's totally innocuous and it will mess up my vibe for the rest of the day, just because something was "off."

I am a really, really strange bird.