#84: “…I was convinced I had rid the world of a menace. Turns out I was wrong.”

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I was watering my lawn when all of a sudden I heard a noise from in my garage. My car (an SUV in this dream) was starting. Apparently, I lived alone, because I instantly knew someone was stealing it. I had another car, and this one was remote-controlled. A full-size remote-controlled car. I guess I must have been under the impression that I could get insurance off of both cars, or I knew this guy was going to do something really bad with my SUV, because I crashed the other car into the garage in an attempt to kill the dude. This was all without seeing him.

Well, there was a huge explosion and I was convinced I had rid the world of this menace. Turns out I was wrong. Dude walked out of the fireball, in a suit and Ronald Reagan mask like in Point Break. Except he didn’t have a big gun. He pulled out a ninja star and threw it at me. He hit me, I don’t know where, but I fell to the ground. Just before I passed out, He pulled out another ninja star saying, “This is my surgical ninja star”.

I woke up paranoid, but I had all my body parts.

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DoPYWNM returns September 9

Guess what! Over the summer I was lazy and didn’t keep up with the site. Guess what else! People still kept sending me dreams. Pat yourselves on the back. So this Wednesday, September 9, Dreams of People You Will Never Meet will return! That hole in your life that was missing which you couldn’t put your finger on? It’ll be gone!

So, we’ve got quite a few dreams in the vault, but as always, I encourage you to keep sending them in. I’m pretty sure I’ve never turned one away, so it’s pretty much a sure thing your dream will get up there eventually. We know, we’re easy.

Anyway, Scott Donaldson as always is our illustrator, and let me tell you, he’s honed his skills pretty well. If you want to keep up with his work on and outside of the blog, check out http://scottdonaldson.wordpress.com/. It’s really starting to get hard to keep him from getting a huge head about it really, as he keeps demanding a multi-million dollar contract. I pay him a ham sandwich every once in a while. Screw that guy.

Finally, I must announce that the site will now have a new post on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It’s a sad decision, but Scott and I are getting busier everyday thanks to the fame that this site has brought us. Scott just got an offer to become Pauly Shore’s personal portraitist, while I am being paid by Michel Gondry to sleep for 22 hours a day so I can dream up amazing dreams for movie ideas.

Thanks for your loyalty, dreamers.

T.J.

#83 “He would never talk, only listen.”

I was in a foreign country. The sky was a twilight, and the city had mystery to it. The streets were empty, but it wasn’t scary in any way. Only serene. I was with my dad, and we were walking across these streets. We got behind a large building, to what looked like a park with picnic tables. Kids were playing soccer there, and I could spy a handsome man from across the field leaning against a picnic table. My dad just got this new phone that he could take 8.1 megapixel pictures with. This man was a celebrity, but I don’t remember who. I recognized him and walked over to him. He would never talk, only listen. The answers to my questions would be in his eyes. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. He had hair that looked like it hadn’t been washed in days. Wearing dark jeans, a white v-neck shirt, and a black leather jacket. We took a picture with him, and walked away. We walked to another part of the city, to another park again. My friends were all sitting there and so was my sister. She told me that he was in our family, and that I was like a sister to him. I was so disappointed. In that state of disappointment, I woke up.

We’ll be right back…

Monday, April 27, we will be returning from hiatus. In the mean time, send in those dreams.
T.J.

#82: “They were so happy to be free…”

I was on a cliff over a city. I could see every part of the city perfectly even though it was far away. I jumped off the cliff and started gliding down to a highway over the water. On the highway there were train tracks where this girl and guy were caught in the wires and couldn’t get out. People were on the side of the road, watching them struggle apathetically. A train was on it’s way so I had to help them get untangled. They were so happy to be free that they ran over to the side where the people cheered. But then my arm and leg were stuck in the wire. I saw the train lights coming down the highway and I looked over at the people and they were watching me apathetically, even the couple I saved. I tried asking for help but none could hear me. I looked down and saw that there was no concrete under the tracks. Just the water. I was trapped in the wires and I couldn’t do anything but watch the water as the train came closer. Just as I saw the lights reflected brightly off the water I woke up.

#81: “I contemplated running, but decided to stay and apologize profusely.”

I was in the changing room for a pool, which apparently happened to be in a mall. In this changing room as well were a girl I liked and some guy she was with. I was too busy spying on them as I walked out of the changing room to notice that I forgot to put on my swim trunks. By the time I realized it, I was out in the middle of the mall. I quickly realized it and started running. I ran smack dab into the stand of a conductor who’s orchestra was playing, the stand knocking the first violinist. I contemplated running, but decided to stay and apologize profusely. I explained, still cupping my balls so no one saw them, to some old lady with a microphone in interview-style that I was so sorry and that the only reason I was running was not because I was streaking, but because I forgot my swim trunks in the change room. The crowd laughed and was very forgiving. The violinist was revived at this point, but there was vomit all around her mouth. The lady with the microphone told me to hug this really geeky, vomitty girl, which I felt obligated to do. Then I said the obligatory “I’ll do anything to make it up to you”. Her eyes lit up and she told me to buy her some piece of sheet music. That’s when the dream ended.

#80: “…I could do nothing but squish as many as possible with my bare feet.”

I woke up in a room. There were no doors. There were no windows. The room was like a perfect box with absolutely nothing in it but a small hole in each wall at eye level. There was light. It wasn’t pitch black dark, even though there was no light source.

I walked over to one of the small holes and peeked inside. I saw something moving. Suddenly, these disgusting, weird alien-like bugs started to crawl out of the hole. Then they started to pour. They were filling up the room at a rapid rate and I could do nothing but squish as many as possible with my bare feet. The bugs started to climb up my body, and that’s when I noticed I wasn’t wearing any clothing. Each bug I squished splattered into vibrant colors like blotches of paint. When I couldn’t squish them any longer, the bugs and paint guts had filled up just above my knee and it was like standing in concrete. I was frozen, trying to move but I couldn’t do anything. I was forcing so hard, with all my strength but there was none there. I was weak and about to be eaten by these bugs. Then I woke up. I have this dream a few times a year.

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  • This blog is an experiment. When I wake up, I immediately write down what I've dreamed, as humans lose memory of most of their dreams within the first minutes of alertness. After doing this for a couple of months, I was left with a very interesting compilation. Rather than publish all of these, I decided it would be more interesting to compile those of many people.
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