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.

Ceilingless Cathedral

This dream was of such a cliched Anglo-Saxon nature it was almost comical.
I was inside a massive forest, attired quite simply as a traveling knight. I distinctly remember wearing a layered outfit. Chainmail, a tunic with a  leather belt, a cloak and an array of weapons on top of everything My head was uncovered and I was holding a sword, hilt up, blade down.
I emerged from a wall of trees and in front of me stretched a massive structure. It was very long and narrow and made of stone. It resembled an unnaturally long ceilingless Bavarian inn with multiple, tall, slender, A-frame, vertical extrusions along the edges. These triangular faces were primarily constructed of stained glass and they were radiating multi-colored beams into the interior of the space. The floorspace was incredibly long and composed of enormous, wooden floorboards. It gave me the impression of being one enormous nave. I could faintly recognize rows of figures lined up along the floor.
There was a small stone stairwell protruding off of one corner immediately in front of me. I felt amnesiac, like the space was familiar to me but I had forgotten it existed or even that it was located here in the first place. I knew that I was expected to enter the space but couldn’t remember why.
As I stepped up onto the upper level I was greeted by an incredibly long nave-like floorspace. There were no furnishings, just a continuous line of people arranged in two lines facing inward. I was beckoned forward and I began slowly making my way down the central aisle.
I was immediately welcomed with warmth and congratulation. To such an extent that the assembled group felt as if they ought to be family. It was predominantly bearded men garbed as if they were knights or other Arthurian era dignitaries.  I proceeded down the aisle created by two long lines of people.  Gradually as I walked farther in between them it became more and more obvious that I was being intensely welcomed home.  They began patting me on the back and laughing at my bewilderment.  I began laughing when I realized it was real and there was nothing malevolent or false about their behavior.  I needing to stop to catch my breath as I was overwhelmed by the wave of approval and positive energy coming from them.

Creepy Commercial Corridor and Spontaneous Hindu Statuary Fed By My Tears

The chronology is fuzzy, didn’t catch this one early enough but it is still fresh in my mind.  I was hanging out with a large belligerent, dark-skinned man.  Sometimes he was black and sometimes he was Indian (Hindu specifically).  We were living in some sort of multi-tiered structure.  It resembled a really high end shopping mall of sorts.  There were escalators and balconies and most of the walls were steel and glass.  We lived on the mezzanine in modern, harem style luxury.  We were perpetually going on shopping trips in the space and elsewhere to look for odd items.  Some of my responsibilities were to vet new displays and retailers.  Make sure they were doing their job and had the right kind of merchandise represented.  Sometimes people would install totally inappropriate windows displays and I had to call the out.

I had this one interaction with this creepy, little person.  They weren’t quite a midget or a dwarf.  Just like a totally miniature human.  He was clearly male but also had a disturbingly androgynous quality.  To top it all off he was mentally retarded on some fashion.  It was really difficult to put my finger on how or why exactly.  He had long, almost hipstery, rocker hair.  He had been given a small nook off of the main promenade to sell knives and other semi-violent implements.  To get to his particular retail space, one had to climb a ladder into a small room.  It had one enormous opening that faced out over the main shopping gallery and one could see the contents of his room from most vantage points in the mall.  He had this incredibly inappropriate poster and wall-painting that depicted people getting stabbed and flayed with his knives as his main promotional material.  I made an incredibly diplomatic attempt to persuade him to take down the artwork as I was sure it would not only fail persuade people to purchase his goods but would probably offend most of our patrons.  He reacted very angrily and couldn’t see how or why it was an unsuccessful campaign.  In a moment of exasperation I ripped down all the adverts and threw them down the ladder onto the floor underneath.  He began stuttering and stammering angrily and brandished one of his blades to come at me.  He was incredibly easy to disarm and I kicked him out of the building in a fit of anger.

For the rest of the dream I was always aware of the threat of being stabbed in the thigh by this disgruntled midget and was extremely paranoid throughout.  I went back down to the mezzanine to confer with my partner/boss, the large dark-skinned man.  He was reclining on some enormous chaise lounge, absentmindedly mentioning girls I ought to devote my attention to.  Extolling their various virtues and haranguing me for not taking advantage of any of them.  At that point he suggested we go on some sort of extended car-ride or road trip to get our hands on some frsh tires.  He told me to go into the basement to fetch some provisions for the trip.  At that moment, a female friend of mine (from waking life) appeared on the scene.  She was dressed for cold weather, looking very elegant and beautiful.  She is one of the people in my life that I have always been deeply attracted to but never have been able to stomach her lack of existential control in life.  We descended down an escalator arm in arm to go to what I presume was the garage.  On the way down the escalator I was happily nuzzling in her neck and beginning to warm to her intensely.  As soon as we got to the bottom my dark friend shouted to me to come back up the stairs.  At this point I completely lost my temper and began berating him for his lack of sensitivity and total personal abandonment of all proper managerial abilities.  He was beginning to get all worked up for his rebuttal when he looked above my head with surprise.

An enormous wooden block was falling towards us attached to a parachute.  It landed softly at my feet and lay horizontal on the ground in front of me.  It was an enormous, door-size, wooden carving of a Hindu deity in profile.  It resembled Hanuman or Shiva Nataraj in a running position.  My dark friend began shouting orders at us to get it upright and store it properly.  I began chanting mantram under my breath and crying profusely.  As my tears fell on the sculpture my tears began flowing through the various furrows of the carving. As the tears began spreading from the center everywhere channel they flowed through began turning gold. As more and more of the outlines and details of the sculpture began turning gold the deity began animating slowly.  It smiled broadly and looked at me from the corner of my eye and began running in great leaps and bounds across an enormous mountainous landscape.  All of the anxiety and perturbation that had been pursuing me through the dream instantly vanished as I realized that this particular deity energy was always communing with me and always psychically available.