Dream Log: January 27, 2001

I was in a pet shop and a snake had gotten loose. It was a green snake about the size of a boa constrictor and it bit me. At first it was a simple little bite and I ran not knowing whether it was poisonous or not. I kept running in the pet shop looking for shelter, but I was locked from inside and I was alone.

Then I came stumbling on a cage which contained a yellow parrot. It was a big freakish parrot with a big orange beak. Almost like Big Bird's parrot cousin or something. I accidentally opened the cage and the bird flew out. I tried to catch it, fearing that the snake might eat the parrot.

Suddenly, I am wrapped around the snake's coils and I cannot move. The parrot is now pecking on my neck and head. (In real life, I am tossing on my bed trying to get something off of my head -- it's that feeling when you hear yourself snore). The snake's head is about a feet away from my face and it looks at me intently. It manages to engulf the parrot, but now the snake is talking to me.

It has a very creepy voice (I'm trying to think of an actor who has a similar voice). Well I can't think of any, but it's a slow smooth murmuring snivelling voice. The snake was telling me how it was going to eat me and how his poison was going to seep into my blood and slowly stop my heart, extracting the last breath from my lungs.

When I woke up, I was still very tired, but I didn't want to go back to sleep. It was way too scary and it took me a long while to figure out that my pillow wasn't the snake. When I came back to reality, I was thinking about all these ways to kill a snake. Like spearing it with a ski pole. Argh! Talking about it even gives me the creeps. I remember vividly the part when the snake talks to me and looks at me with his bright yellow reptile eyes.

P.S. The only voice that I can think of now (although close, not exactly the same) is the Elven Archers' voices in Warcraft 2 (you know: "Your Eminence?...At Once..."), but lower and slower.

I believe that this is only my second Dream Log, and that is because I never remember my dreams. When I do remember them, they are always nightmares. I don't think I even want to know what this means....anyway, let's start.

I was in a parking garage with 3 friends. We were in an SUV (in real life, I don't know anyone who drives an SUV). I was sitting in the driver's seat (I don't even have my license yet), my boyfriend was in the passenger's seat, a girl friend of mine was behind me, and her boyfriend was next to her.

We were all talking. I don't think the key was around anywhere; it felt as though we were waiting for the driver to return. All of the doors were locked. There were a few other cars around, but no one was near them.

Then a woman, around 30 and fairly "hot", knocked on my window. I rolled it down a few inches. She pointed a gun inside and asked which of us wanted to give her our purse. The friend behind me began rummage through hers, and the boys started looking through their wallets. I discreetly kicked my purse under my seat.

They each handed her some money through the crack at the top of the window, and she ran off. We sat there, a bit confused. A while later, we were leaving (I think I was driving) and we went by another car. She was there, and so were the police. We pulled over, I got out. The police handed me the money she'd taken. I returned to the car, and let my friends sort it out amongst themselves.

I'm sitting in my philosophy class, and as I look about the room, I discover that a friend of mine is there, with his girlfriend. And what's more, he is clearly stoned out of his mind. This strikes me as odd, because he knows damn well that his girlfriend seriously disapproves of mind-altering substances, in any form. But there he is, stupid grin on his face, clearly not taking in anything that the professor is saying. Suddenly, he raises his hand, and then stands up to respond to something the professor just asked. When given permission to speak, however, he gets a very confused look on his face, chuckles at something, and then starts swaying back and forth in a very strange manner. A few people chuckle, and I realize that on a much deeper level, his motions might represent a subtle criticism of the Greek philosopher being discussed. The friend sits down, and shortly begins banging on his desk like it's a drumset. Then the professor starts asking questions about our reading assignment, and when no one volunteers any answers, he turns to me. Just as I'm about to admit I didn't do the reading, the friend stands up and says (a little loudly) "Um, excuse me, sir, but I happen to now that --" After a short puse, he stands up, walks over to me, and asks "Hey, can I talk to you outside?"

As we leave the room, it occurs to me that we can go back inside the room, and be in a parallel universe version of the room, where no one will see us or hear us. We do exactly that, and find that we can see the effects that the other people's actions have on inanimate objects. For example, even though we're in a different part of space-time than the professor, we still see a piece of chalk writing stuff on the blackboard. Inside the room, we talk briefly, and then start looking around at things. There are a few tools on a table near the front of the room, so I pick up a wrench and start unscrewing a bolt stuck in the wall. Then I realize that everyone is back in the room (except my friend, who's still in the parallel universe), and they're all staring at me. Still unaware that I broke the first rule of existing in alternate dimensions (don't interact with inanimate objects, apparently), I try to figure out what happened, but then the room collapses.

I wake up (still in the dream) to find myself underground. I dig away at the dirt above me, and start stumbling upon dinosaur bones. Digging a little further, my hand strikes a large piece of metal. Through the hand-sized hole I've made in the dirt at the surface, I displace the metal, trying to get it out from over me. But it's a very large piece of metal, and after I've moved it several feet in each direction, it's still above me. "What the hell is this?" I wonder. Just then, I notice the number 85 in big red letters on the part I'm looking at. 85? Why, that's the number of the plane I was supposed to board! Good thing I made that room collapse, because otherwise I probably would have been killed in the plane crash. Still with one hand, I lift the plane up and toss it aside so I can get out of the ground.

Sometime later, I'm sitting on the ground near where I was buried, looking at the dinosaur models I've made from the bones that were buried down with me. They're outstanding models, and you can even see where one of the dinosaurs was biting into the side of another one when they both died. Of course, they're much smaller than real dinosaurs were -- about as big as a chihuahua -- but that didn't occur to me. They suddenly grow flesh, and started running around, then clawing and biting my leg. I realize that I'm Doctor Emmett Brown, and that my interest in dinosaurs will eventually lead me to build the very first time machine, which I'll use to go back in time, steal some dinosaur DNA, and reconstruct real dinosaurs from the bones that were buried in the ground not 3 hours ago. I decide that this is a bad idea (because I don't like them biting my leg), and the living dinosaurs instantly collapse into a pile of bones.