Dream Journal 3

March 20th 2005

Dream #1
My father is staring at me. I'm sitting in a small room, on the edge of my bed. I can see the truck pattern that my blankets used to be made of. He's talking to me about how bad I am. I 'm not sure what I did, but I know it must have been terrible, and I can see the dissappointment in his eyes as he lectures me about being more responsible and acting like a grown up. He then says he needs to give me a spanking. He lays me over his knee, pulls my pants down, and starts hitting me. It stings and is very painful, and when I look up, my father has a wicked smile on his face. He was enjoying hurting me like that. I decide to try and get away from him. I kick up with my legs, hitting him in the shoulder, and then ran, but I can't move very quickly, because my pants tangle up around my legs. My Dad stands up, and I can see his face flushing red with anger. He takes a step towards me, and then I wake up.

Dream #2
There is a gate. It is made from a black, cold metal, and it’s twisted, deformed design makes it look like a giant jaw that’s trying to open up to swallow me, only there is a lock and chain holding it shut. Behind the gate, there is a pathway, which leads up to a house. The path winds and twists through some thick grass and trees, and the house at the end of the path is dark. It’s construction is a Victorian design, and there is a large willow tree to the left of it. There are no lights on in the house, and it is dusk, so it’s hard to make out all the details, but it looks very dilapidated. I try to reach out and open the gate, but the sharp metal cuts my hand. As my blood drips onto the gate, the gate rattles and jerks, as if it’s struggling against the chains holding it shut. I reach underneath my shirt, and on a chain hanging around my neck I find a key. I take the lock in my hand, put the key in, as blood continues to drip down my hand from the deep gash the gate made. The key slides into the lock with very little resistance, and gives off a soft click sound as I twist, and the lock releases it’s grasp upon the chains. The gate instantly pulls itself open as the chains unwind and fall to the ground, and then all is silent. And then I wake up.

Dream #3
I am flying over the twin cities. It's glorious, and I can swoop higher and faster, in between buildings, like superman. I can zoom so fast my eyes are watering, and I'm laughing and laughing as I make huge loops in the sky. And then I wake up.