This is one of those situations where there’s a lot of material, but I rarely add any to the site. This page is random entertainment, and as such isn’t really high on my to-do list. It’s just for when I’m in the mood.
Here I transcribe my dream journals from ages past 
. Mainly so I have them consolidated in one location. They’re strange, and probably won’t make sense to anyone who doesn’t know me (unless they have a Master’s in psychology, lol).
Notes in Journal dated 1994
- Dream Journal, purchased 5-28-94
- All dates refer to the morning after, not the night of the dream.
- (Parenthetical dates) refer to the date the dream is actually recorded, in the event that I’m busy or lazy and there’s a time lapse.
- All dreams are recorded with as much attention to ridiculously minute detail as possible.
- I will also extend an effort to document any dreams which manifest in reality, the date, and the details of the manifestation (correlations and discrepancies). If I remember.
- It has been predicted that if I commit to this dream journal for one year, it will have a profound effect on my life and my psychic abilities. We’ll see. I will remember my dreams!
5-30-94 10:00 a.m.
Dreamt something vague about four trees per inch (inspired by the graph paper I was actually using yesterday). Dreamt something violent which quickly faded and which directly corresponded to Point of No Return, which I watched last night.
Same day. 1:00 p.m. — Dreamt: It is Thanksgiving. I have been staying in a large house, with various family members; there are vague memories of Charlie. Right now I am in the “back yard,” which is a playground. I am sitting at a picnic table with the yard to my left and behind me so my view is peripheral. Jane is there at the table and so are ? others. Kara is playing in the yard. I can see a fence, chain link and tall, right behind the table, more or less dividing the yard (like at a duplex apartment) — on the other side is another playground with some duplicate and some very different and unusual play equipment. For example (I remember) a vertical tube for children to drop through, about 3 feet tall. The equipment over there is pink; ours is a different color. I wonder to myself why they have pink equipment, why they have different equipment (as these would cause jealousy and strife among the children), but mainly I wonder why these two groups of children are not allowed to play together.
Apparently we are having a Thanksgiving picnic. I am wearing a sweater-coat which Dottie gave me (she is not present), and I, while wearing it, and methodically tearing it into rag-sized pieces, worrying the entire time that she will be upset at this. I am also worried that she will be upset that I didn’t spend Thanksgiving with her. I have a vague memory of receiving a message from her, at which point I go to look for her. I have a vague memory of seeing her in a white room where we was morose. (No memory of conversation.)
At this point I remember being inside an ambulance, hitching a ride with the EMTs. They were trying to gain entrance to a bar and I was trying to get through the parking lot, so we sort of joined forces. After checking the back door, we return to the front (which they had checked before) and found that it was merely stuck. We all enter and go our separate ways. I find my dad not at the bar itself but at a sort of side-arm to it; the place is very crowded but I remember actually entering this place and finding him in this seat twice, so I have the knowledge that this is his new “regular” seat. Mert is across from him. I go to him with intention to speak, but the memory of the dream ends here.
6-1-94 midnight
Dreamt that dinosaurs can be classified into 4 groups, which form a cross on a wheel. [There is a sketch: A.) the top B.) the left C.) the right and D.) the bottom.] Group A is “poisonous” and scientists believe that if they could be weeded out (poisonous or undesirable) that dinosaurs in the other groups could be reintroduced into certain areas with benefit to our ecosystem. But they cannot find a way to weed out Group A without simultaneously weeding out Group D — and Groups B and C cannot survive without the biological support system created by Group D’s existence. Very technical and strange.
6-2-94 12:20 p.m.
Dreamt several; it’s a jumble.
In one dream, I am again at a family reunion. There are many rooms, people everywhere and the place is an absolute pigsty. There are plates of half-eaten food everywhere; the food is awful, seems that everything is covered with tomato sauce. I know that Lori is there, and my late grandmother Marie is there. I am depressed and angry and feel judged. Eventually I try to collect my things together to leave but it is impossible because they are scattered everywhere — people are wearing bathing suits and clothes of mine. I grow more and more upset. I tell someone, or a group of someones, that I honest-to-God never want to see them again. Things get uglier after that but I can’t remember.
Also dreamt of riding in the back seat of a car through a town (Ports.?) with some girl sitting on my lap with her arms around me. She is a lesbian and wants to be my lover. I am her friend but am very paranoid about being seen in such a position, even though I know I haven’t “done anything.” At the end my dreaming mind identifies her as Brenda [last name withheld], although that’s not who it was.
Dreamt of fish in the aquarium; can’t remember.
6-3-94 (6-4; 12:50 a.m.)
Dreamt of members of Soundgarden and Pearl Jam — walking on street, phone conversations, talking about albums. No details available.
6-5-94 5:10 a.m.
Woke up sobbing uncontrollably in reaction to rape dream where I was being “fingered” at knife-point. I will suffice to say that it was very real but I managed to wake up before it went further, and it was directly in reaction to Kara telling me about the neighbor kid David today.
6-8-94 1:15 p.m.
Dreamt: I was a teenager again. It is rather confusing. On the one hand, I am in some sort of jail which seems to be for “unwed mothers.” On the other hand, I am making a movie, and am thin as I was at that age. I see myself from the camera’s viewpoint, riding in the back seat of a convertible, with 4 or 5 other girls, and we are all singing a song for the film. I see skateboards the size of surfboards. I see myself forming and carrying out an escape plan, which is fuzzy but has to do with getting a medical pass to go to a hospital. One of the girls had the guy Joey from Aerosmith as the father of her child, and in jail with her, only he was much younger. It’s all jumbled.
6-10-94 2:00 p.m.
Dreamt — I am with Misty and am supposed to meet Geoff Tate at the Ramada Inn so he can have his picture taken. Misty and I arrive and sit down in the lounge ? at a table. There is some sort of party going on; everyone is in costume, wearing masks which are nothing but two huge eyes covering their whole face. I am waiting for a message from Geoff. A little boy brings me a large order of McDonald’s fries, which I assume are the message and I eat. Turns out he brought them to me by mistake. I go downstairs to the McDonald’s window, a special thing today; there is a long line and a woman who isn’t in line asks me in Spanish if I will get her some football cards. I ignore her. I get fries to replace the ones I ate, pluss order me a double-cheeseburger, fries, and coke, which I take back upstairs. I sit there with Misty, who has never met Geoff, and start to wonder and worry where he is. Then I start to wonder if he’s actually supposed to be there, if I’m nuts and don’t know him at all. At this point, the dream segues into 1/2 awake and the kid brings me the Ace of Hearts and and unopened deck. I open it and give him the 2 of Hearts and the 3 of Spades, and begin to lay the “given” cards out on the table to document the “conversation” taking place with them. Geoff and I are sending cards back and forth to send messages. At this point he arrives but I am now so awake that it’s not really a dream state anymore.
6-14-94
The other night dreamt someone left a dead opossum on the back end of my car, which I picked up by the tail and tossed away.
Last night numerous occasions of “sleep-sitting” while dreaming of taking my temperature for Wilson’s Syndrome therapy.
6-18-94
(Notes: Last night Kara not home.)
Dreamt several:
1) Am attending some sort of long-anticipated local band concert with my significant other, who may be Bob (can’t see his face). Our seats are inside a hall but the band is outside. We can hear but not see and we gripe about not being “selected” for seats on the “Mountain” — which seems to be your basic bleachers setup. Main focus switches to some girl who smarts off to me and I say “Fuck you, bitch” or some similar and she comes at me with fists flying, literally round-housing. She has big reputation and I am filled with fear, but I beat her up with no difficulty. Switch to later, after show or different place, same feel. She is there and needs some sort of help which I provide. I am lying in an odd place (? memory).
2) Michael Stipe, large group of people including me and Kara, at some sort of annual gathering. We purchased odd photo montage posters, filed by state, of different bands. Mel is there at that point. Posters are actually cardboard stand-ups when unfolded. Focus of gathering seems to be “trying new things?” e.g. sweets — candy, cakes etc. wrapped in small pieces for commercial sale. I remember little except maybe eating at inappropriate time — sneaking but right in open. Switch to oldish public bathroom Kara and I in different stalls. [Gross things happen.] There are four rolls of toilet paper, and one is dark brown.
6-20-94
Dreamt: Mel and I go to Post Office to meet Geoff Tate because we know he will be there. (We have never met.) He shows up and buys me lunch, and Mel is totally in shock. 2nd half of dream; Geoff is very tall girl with big bust wearing a knitted pink sweater. I am hanging out with her and am very at ease.
[Sheta note in 2011: "I am psychologically disturbed." — Jude Law as "Doctor Watson" in Sherlock Holmes, 2010.]
6-21-94 Solstice
Dreamt odd one. First there was something about flying a kite. Then: I enter a laundry room full of Vietnamese people and find a dryer full of my clothes. When I open it I discover streaks of mud on my clothes, being baked in by the dryer. I get very upset and start asking the guy why he did this. He apparently speaks almost no English, but with others’ help it becomes clear that he is doing it on purpose while being afraid of me etc. I turn to some unknown person afar and say, “Why do you have them doing our laundry, anyway?” and in my mind is is a large # of “them” and a large # of “us,” as if slavery is back. Not articulated well, but odd dream.
Also dreamt: I am a guy named Melvin, called MELL (spelling by his mom) (and disagreed upon by me) who is in love with a woman. Most scenes take place in an indoor pool in a large, posh hotel. The dream repeats, the first time all is great (but not remembered clearly); the 2nd time I realize Mom & Dad are ?aliens? and out to kill me, and upon arriving at hotel Mom says, “Remember Mel as two L’s.” There are many main and unremembered dream characters in the pool, inc. my girlfriend. Everyone keeps metamorphosing into other people, and the general atmosphere is very threatening. But I am determined to “win” and somehow come through it all still me and aware that I have won (though many threats still exist). Very vague.
6-22-94
Dreamt: Some bizarre stuff (no fighting involved) about a ninja? group or something, which I am trying to find the top guy . . . I eventually do after passing tests, including picking up a poisonous snake. Then some blond wrestler guy in the group who looks kinda like Hulk Hogan wants to take me to bed. I can’t decide and keep swaying to yes then no. There is another woman there who seems sympathetic. Now he is naked and I’m not sure if he will be much fun. He is very pushy. (I get woken up here.) There is something else, but I can’t remember, something about “uphill.”
6-23-94 (6-24)
Dreamt something really bizarre about tunnels and chases.
Dreamt my hair is really long and I am surprised when I look in the mirror that it has grown so much without my noticing.
6-26-94
Dreamt — Am riding with Jack [last name withheld] and 2 other people (Jack is driving) toward Mt. Rainier and I see a tornado coming at us from its summit. I am very scared but no one else is. We go into a large cave and park, go to the end and its Mt. Rainier restaurant. We all order pie. I start to order strawberry, then Jack says he’s getting blackberry. I didn’t see that one; it sounds great. I order it then discover it has some sort of triple layer pancake crust (but that’s okay).
6-28-94
Bizarre dreams another [indecipherable — hard?] one — I am at my grandmothers with a whole group of men; earlier we were at a place I don’t remember (orange). All are flirting with me in the individual unique styles, over brazen strange (and now vague). Mel around somewhere. We all await some live short Pearl Jam broadcast on TV — 3 songs — “Black,” “Black,” and something off “their new hard album.” TV reception is bad, light dark light. Mel spikes front of his hair and dyes it pink then washes it out and it leaves it blond. 2 buses of people show up with a police escort. I am afraid of police; I go upstairs and start eating candy. Something like Tootsie Rolls, chocolate and yellow ones. There is something important about the way at least one of these guys and I were interacting but I just can’t remember.
6-30-94
Dreamt: My old counselor moves into a different house, trading with some Puerto Rican guy. Somehow I trade or give my car away and buy a car from this same guy. We — me, her, him, and some other guy — are all going down many roads in the dark and this car’s brakes are gradually deteriorating. They notice nothing and are exhilarated by the speed. But in order to stop I have to use my whole body — both legs and arms, etc, all my strength. At one point I stop and refuse to continue and ask if there isn’t another way to get where we’re going. She says yes, to take this one road, which goes through Puerto Rico (ok it makes no sense) and I say no way am I driving through Puerto Rico at night with no brakes. I am thinking it’s a foreign country and I am wondering how a road can go through there, it’s an island. I get out of the car and argue with her and him. She says to trust him and I say damn it he sold me a car with no brakes, and he says, “Why do you think I sold it to you?” in an angry voice. Then Kara woke me. The only other details I remember are boxes in a truck (hers) and a peek through a house window (also hers).
Later: Oh yeah also dreamt something Crow-ish which I don’t clearly recall.
Later again: A couple more things about the dream above. The car stops fine when enough pressure is applied. The people in the car say there is nothing wrong but I argue that the brakes are bad. It also picks up speed on its own. I believe that I have interpreted this dream. My counselor trades houses, effectively allowing a new counselor in, also into the front seat. The new counselor provides a new vehicle which picks up speed and scares me ’cause I’n not used to it. The foreign land is obviously “death” or whatever since yesterday was LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDARIES, which I believe also explains the new counselor’s identity. I just can’t figure out why I was angry, and throwing such a fit. I think the place where we’re going is the “Gates of Tipareth.”
7-2-94
Dreamt a bizarre montage of dreams which all seem to involve redneck construction workers, like guys that drive backhoes. In one, Kara and I (and maybe some other woman) are abducted by 3 of them. We escape and call the police on a handheld two-way radio that suddenly is in my hand. They swear vengeance and the rest of the entire remembered dream night is interspersed with chase scenes among other dreams. In two dreams I am in an old grocery store. One of them, I am trying to buy Ritz Crackers but rednecks keep shooting the boxes because the crackers are stale. They are on the top shelves (the crackers) and I tell the rednecks to stop shooting so I can get some. They do but the Ritz Crackers are all shot up and so I end up with saltines. About this time a girl I know comes up to me and shyly asks ne to buy her food so we get some cans of soup. I dreamt telling Sherry [last name withheld] I would meet her at her cousin Bruce’s house after she dropped her parents off somewhere. My aunt Jane was in a dream, passing judgment on someone I was defending while also trying to tone down the more obvious signs of my my lifestyle (I think).
There was supposed to be some sort of party or gathering but I don’t recall. The last thing I remember is we are driving down a road and everything (big fields) to the right is being dug up with those backhoes. It’s night and there are sheets of mud across the road, making it rather treacherous. I think I am driving but I am not me and I am actually watching from the back seat.
