Missed Class

This is a recurring dream I have.  I'll be at school, toward the end of the semester, and realize that I have not gone to a required class the entire semester.  I start freaking out, wondering if there's any way I can make up all the work and cram for the final exam that starts in ten minutes.  It's futile.  I even go to the final, hoping I can guess a few right answers.  I get so anxious in these dreams.

Trouble in Paradise

I was in Hawaii with Jenn, visiting my parents at their place in a high-rise apartment building. We were at the monorail station when we noticed a plane flying awkwardly over the airport. Everyone around us was transfixed on this erratically flying plane. It soon made a nose dive for the airport and erupted in a huge fireball on the runway. We saw a few more planes in the air following it with a familiar insignia on their wings: Nazis.

We quickly rushed into my parents' apartment where my dad presented me with a collection of old currency worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. He wanted Jenn and I to have it. We left the apartment, got in their boat, and headed to the north side of the island.

The north was calm, peaceful, and without knowledge of the recent attack. We enjoyed for a moment what we knew was a peace we would never experience again. I said goodbye to my family, got off the boat, and headed toward the south side of the island, to engage the aggressor who dared invade our home.

The Cruise

I was on a very small cruise ship in San Francisco Bay at dusk. The sun glistened off the water and I went down to a lower level which was open to the water. I could see as we passed other ships in the water and submarines that just barely broke above the surface. As we picked up speed, the water at the edge of the platform I was standing on churned. I stuffed the rest of my peanut butter and jelly sandwich into my mouth and moved to a safer level.

We made our way up a tiny inlet and I noticed a water ambulance racing past us in the opposite direction. We moored in a small bay where we were supposed to play games. I noticed, however, that there were many people digging furiously as if looking for something buried underneath the sand. I soon found out that they were searching for a missing girl.

We joined the search, and she was found by a member of our party. My friend pulled her out of the sand by her foot, she must have been 13 and had a pretty face reminiscent of a character in a Tim Burton film. I unfolded her twisted body and noticed she still had a pulse. She opened her eyes and spoke, "Thank goodness I can move my legs. Thank goodness I can move my arms. There wasn't much air down there."

She was curiously calm. I had no idea how long she had been under the sand. I was glad she was alive, because I didn't want to have to perform CPR on a corpse.

The Owl Jacket

Looking out my kitchen window, I noticed an owl, perched on a branch and peeking inside. I went to the door to see if I could get close enough to pet the owl. It was very interested in me, and immediately landed on my arm. It then changed into a jacket that I could wear. The jacket was still the owl, and the owl was still alive, but now in jacket form. It was extremely soft and cozy.

Later, I found myself at the mall with my new owl coat. I noticed a little kid pointing at me and wanted to show him that it was actually a live owl in the shape of a coat. His mom was there, though, and I thought it might freak her out.

A Nazi named Solomon

I emerged from the crawlspace that led to the roof with my companion. There was already a slight tension in the air and we had not even begun to talk. Besides the differences in basic personality, there was another key thing that created an awkward divide between us. He was a Nazi. And his name, ironically, was Solomon.

He was your stereotypical aryan- golden hair, sky-blue eyes. Additionally, he was tall and well built. We were traveling along rooftops, to where I don't know. A light rain began to fall- so light that it could hardly be called rain. The clouds were backlit by a sun that sat low on the horizon.

"I want to enjoy peace," I said, finally breaking the tension and addressing the elephant in the room.

"What peace?" he responded, "There is no peace in the world. There is war and strife. What peace?"

I was taken aback by his question. I was not naive. I was well aware of the state of the world.

"Succumbing to war is not the same as acknowledging war," I said, "I want to be an agent of peace rather than chaos."

He was silent as we continued walking. I noticed his military uniform- perfectly pressed, cleaned, and fitted. His calf-high, black army boots cracked roof tiles with every step.

He is bred for war, I thought. There is no reaching him.

The Mountain Lion

Jenn and I were camping with Abbey in the mountains. There were only a few other campgrounds around. We were setting up our campsite amongst the evergreens and Abbey started getting restless. I decided to take her for a run to see if she would calm down.

We ran along the trail, going further and further up the mountain. As we turned a blind corner, we saw a mountain lion. Abbey immediately tore after it, and I sensed what was about to happen. I ran after Abbey, but she had already engaged in combat with the lion. I knew she didn't stand a chance.

I ran to them as fast as I could, and tore the head off of the mountain lion's shoulders, but I was too late. Abbey was already in pieces, and I was devastated. I tried putting her back together, in hopes that the pieces would become a whole again, and somehow come back to life. My attempts were fruitless.

Dirty Rat

I was eating something. Some unidentifiable tasty matter. I noticed a rat approaching me. The rat was dirty, ugly, and definitely starving. It communicated to me how hungry it was, and asked for some of what I was eating. I gave it some of my meal. The rat told me how gross it was and asked if I had anything else. I was pretty put off.

The Darkness

I was sitting in my living room late at night. The only light was the eerie glow from the computer screen casting an unnatural light in the room. I noticed something in the shadows by the front door. I couldn't see it, but I knew it was there. It was a bad thing, and it meant me harm. I tried to stand to prepare myself for whatever might emerge from the darkness, but I immediately collapsed to the floor, unable to control my body. I looked into the darkness, aware that the bad thing was still there, and tried to yell at it. Yet, what proceeded from deep within me was an animal-like growl and movements that were animal-like as well, and out of my control. I again collapsed, and tried to crawl back to my bedroom, knowing that if I could get to my bed and under my covers, I would be safe. All I could do was push myself up with my arms and try drag my lifeless legs behind me, inches at a time, hoping that I could make it to my room in time.

Beautiful Children

I was walking down a paved path through some kind of park in California. There were oak trees spotting the landscape and small ponds here and there. I noticed a lot of wildlife as well: mountain lions with cubs; rabbits; raccoons; and other small woodland creatures. Also in the park were small groups of children. They were all quite young and extremely beautiful. They had clean "church clothes" and could have come out of some GAP kids advertisement. I was concerned for their safety, being that there were wild animals around and seemingly no adults.
As I walked further, I noticed some old abandoned barns. They were extremely dilapidated and spooky as hell, but the children were playing in and around them.
I continued walking and noticed a group of parents further up the trail. They were looking at me and I could tell from their expressions that they were wary of my presence. They didn't exactly like me and I could feel it. I didn't know how to tell them that I meant them and their children no harm, and that they should really be worrying about the mountain lions that are creeping up behind their kids.

The Wolf

I was hunting in the woods without a weapon. There was snow on the trail that I was following. I noticed some rustling to my right and saw an enormous moose. The moose was quite perturbed that I had shown up in his woods, and began to chase me.

I ran with all I had, flying past trees and rocks. As I looked behind me, the moose had become covered in snow, yet still charged. I eventually lost it, but did not slow down. At this point, I was running on all fours just as fast and as naturally as on two legs. I turned a corner on the trail and came face to face with a wolf who was also displeased by my presence. Knowing I could neither outrun nor outmaneuver the wolf, I braced myself to fight it. It lunged at me and I thrust my right hand into its mouth, firmly taking hold of its jaw. I pulled it close to myself so that it could no longer move, and finally, after minutes of struggle, it submitted.