Nicholas Dreams

Confused Patricide in a Suspended Japanese Inn

My brother, father and I were being held captive in a small room. I was aware that the surroundings were distinctly Japanese. In fact we were imprisoned in an incredibly spare traditional inn, replete with tatami, sliding screen doors and dark wood everywhere.
My father was being held captive by an enormous giant of a man who resembled an mongoloid, obese, Bruce Willis. He was kneeling behind my father, holding his head in a sleeper hold. He kept on threatening to snap his neck but seemed intent on keeping us in suspense.
My brother and I were pacing in circles around them, they were in the middle of the room kneeling on the tatami. As we circled around them we became increasingly agitated that the giant was actually going to carry out his threat. I decided to take matters into my own hands.
I grabbed an enormous kitchen knife and clambered up his back. I proceeded to cut deeply into his neck until I felt his body go slack.  As I climbed down from his body and surveyed the gory scene I realized that somehow his body had merged with my father’s and I had inadvertently committed patricide.  My little brother began crying profusely and as I attempted to comfort him he began shaking violently.  He gradually shrank in size and became an infant version of himself.  I picked him and threw him over my shoulder and wrapped him in blankets.

An enormous siren went off throughout the building I was in and I realized I had triggered some sort of alarm system.  I threw the door open and began running around the inn carrying my little brother.  Eventually I came out onto an open, wooden terrace.  I was faced with an enormous industrial scene.

The inn itself was suspended from the underside of an enormous bridge.  Underneath us, sprawling in every direction was a gigantic refinery.  There were miles of pipes, concrete buildings and smokestacks belching exhaust and flames.  There was an elaborate system of suspended, concrete walkways coming off of the inn in many directions.  I could see small platoons of security guards in the distance attempt to get closer to us.  I began running carrying my brother all the while.  I chose paths at random hoping that they would lead us down to street level.  I kept on looking over my shoulder to ensure that the security guards were still at a safe distance.

Finally we exited at the bottom of an enormous concrete ramp and we were at a basic intersection.  It looked like any number of grubby, harsh street corners in Brooklyn, underneath the BQE and overrun with traffic.  I attempted to flag down a taxi.  Finally, in a astate of exhaustion I sat down on the curb, put my “baby” brother down on the sidewalk and began crying spasmodiaclly.

Apocalyptic flirting… Intergalactic lizard bitches and art school homicide

This is a dream I had a couple of months ago that I thought had some interesting characteristics.

I was walking home one day in a huge city park.  It reminded me of Golden Gate in San Francisco on account of the huge trees and multitudes of interesting looking people crowding the paved walkways.  I noticed this beautiful young girl riding a vintage bike with a white banana seat.  She had stripey leg warmers, blonde hair flying behind her in the wind from under her helmet and was happily enjoying the day.  It felt like fall. I was fascinated by her in a predatory sort of way and kept my eye on her for a while.  I noticed some other young guy with a similar fixation tracking her movements out of the corner of my eye.  I immediately felt a competitive surge to be the first one to approach her.  Suddenly she took a spill on a dirt track next to the paved road.  I rushed over to aid her, as did the other guy to my dismay.

As soon as I got near her I extended my hand to help her up.  She smiled up at me and got to her feet, as soon as we made eye contact I noticed a huge army helicopter flying off in the distance.  It was one of those cargo choppers with twin blades at either side.  She noticed my glance over her shoulder and turned to look as well.  Moments later the chopper plummeted behind arow of pine trees and a massive explosion ensued.  The sky lit up with an enormous nuclear-style explosion and instantly the entire landscape (including all the pedestrians and my pesky competitor) was consumed in white heat and rendered into ashes.  We were left standing in this grey landscape, suddenly alone and unscathed.  I felt totally safe and she seemed reassured that we were both still standing.  Enormous words began moving across the sky like an LED display, from right to left.  It was then that I realized the entire event was a staged promotional effort for an action movie.  I had this faint impression that Ben Affleck was the star and instantly became sociopathically irritated at the entire celebrity advertising phenomenon.  We agreed to head back to her place to get situated.

She had a nice little apartment with a kitchen adjoining her bedroom.  It was almost open plan with the bedroom off to the right of the backdoor entrance.  As soon as we got home we began getting it on.  I began kissing her eagerly and as I was runing my hand across her skin I noticed it had an intensely textured and three-dimensional quality.  I pulled my head back and realized her entire body was scarred and tattooed in an indescribable pattern.  Her flesh was all white, and had diagonal criss-crossing grooves in it like a quilt.  In addition she had several, swirling, milky-way tattoos that worked in concert with her flesh texture.  It was as if several galaxies were being depicted simultaneously across her body.  She smiled at me and I also realized she was blinking horizontally with a secondary set of eyelids, lizard-style.  She stuck her tongue out and had four tongue-tips that were happily articulating around each other simultaneously.  Even at this point I wasn’t in the least bit turned-off and in fact considered quite auspicious that she was so intensely decorated.  I realized I had an opportunity to mate with a non-terrestrial race of lizard people and thought the experience could be useful.

Somehow, an ex-girlfriend of mine mysteriously made an entrance and decided to get in on the action.  It became a messy sort of threesome and I ended up totally distracted with my ex-girlfriend.  The sex became very ferocious and angry until I orgasmed at which point my ex decided to tell me that her most recent boyfriend was much better in bed than me and substantially better endowed. I became enraged and was determined to find him and have my revenge.  She mentioned that I could identify him by the white pentagram he had tattooed under his chest hair and that he was a jewish kid with really curly black hair.

I stepped out of the bedroom into the kitchen and was suddenly aware that my hostess’ children, 12 of them actually, were assembled around the dining room table staring malevolently at me.  They were dressed in white, naugahyde one-piece hoodies like a baby might wear.  They resembled cranky teletubbies in alternating sizes.  I sat down at the table with them and I could feel their disapproval of my behavior radiating aggressively across the table.  As soon as I realized their bitterness wan’t going anywhere I got up to leave.

Somehow, I ended up instantly at RISD, prowling the halls looking for my ex-girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend.  The building I was in didn’t resemble RISD at all and in fact felt like a random public school,  linoleum floors, cream-colored cinder block wall, lockers, etc.  As soon as I found him (with his new girlfriend in tow) I poked around under his shirt to find the white pentagram.  When I was sure it was him I prodded him in the back with a shotgun and forced him into the basement.  We ended up in a massive boiler room.  There, in the basement was the quintessential crawling pipes, valves, glass dials and steam clouds.  As soon as we got somewhere private I proceeded to decapitate the both of them with shotgun blasts.  I felt absolutely no remorse and made my way back to the upper floors.

As soon as I passed through an emergency exit back to the main floor (I think I was in front of an equipment room) I felt a hand grab my shoulder.  It was the boy and his girlfriend, totally unscathed picking shotgun pellets out of their faces like they were peppercorns or something.  Evidently my shotgun was faulty.  They had brought an RA with them and out of vengeance had decided to write me up.  I sat there obediently and accepted my punishment.