Th Boy and the Tear

When I was younger lad I would have the weirdest dreams, but this one was probably one of the coolest I've ever had since.

I was walking to school, like I would any other day. The route didn't seem any different and nothing felt abnormal. It takes usually 15 minutes to make it to school from where I live, but I noticed that it was taking much longer. So I started thinking why. So I'm looking around to see if I'm taking a different path and just as I turn my head behind me I notice a very vibrant yellow bus, like neon colored, pass me. I thought that was extremely bizarre and continued. I took three steps and realized I was dreaming. I could feel the world in that moment start tearing and I could feel myself be pulled out of the dream, but I took one step and leaped up into to the air. I could feel myself pushing past the air around me as I jumped over 50 into the sky. My focus then diverted to the sensation of going up and down like a feather. I can't remember what happened next, but I do remember giggling with glee at my first lucid dream and that I had beaten my own focus and distracted myself with something as awesome as near flight. :)

The ???? Room

I dreamed that an old friend of mine was in jeopardy. She had recently gotten into a questionable relationship with an odd young man part of strict cult. He had recently gotten her knocked up and had taken her to the cult so that she and he may live in peace. Something, however, did not sit well with me and I knew that she was in trouble and that I needed to save her. Wishing for not just anyone to save her, she had left a series of subtle and tricky clues leading to her whereabouts.

The first clue led me to our old elementary school. I headed straight towards a secretary, seated at her desk in front of a door. I  gave her the paper with my next clue. "The ???? Room is through this door, to the far left," she told me, pointing to the door behind her.

I opened the door and found myself outside, on a sand dune near a beach. The day was grey and cold, the sand dune covered with wood and garbage. I stuck with her instructions and walked to the far left, walking up a sand dune. At the top of the sand dune, I came upon a dull green makeshift wall, mostly made of planks of fiber and foam, which spread out for as far as my eye could see. It seemed incredibly out of place, as if someone had just decided to place it there at random. I still had not found The ???? Room, which was said to be to the far left. I held my shoulder out and pounded against the first board of the wall, pounding hard until it finally gave way and I burst through it.

I found myself in an old, stuffy basement, the part of a basement that had not yet been renovated. Old books and oil stained clothes were stacked against the wall of the basement and a pipe system with water surrounded it was sandwiched a corner. I had found 
the ???? Room. A bottle of mustard hung on a string in front of me with my next clue: a passage from the book of my friend's cult dictating something about drinking. I figured had to drink the mustard. I opened the bottle in half and was met with a nasty, spoiled smell, the mustard somewhat liquidy. Not wishing to get sick, I poured the mustard onto the floor and found a bottle of blood-orange food dye.

For some odd reason, I've no clue why or how I seemed to "remember" this in my dream, the food dye was a ritual of my friend's lover's cult wherein which, after the child was born, their head was to be "blessed" by dripping the food dye onto their head (weird). I took the food dye and was then met with my next clue.

Written in gold in some odd scripture, I was to descend into the dirty water filled pipe system. Luckily, my friend had thought a head of me and had constructed a makeshift tunnel out of plastic bags which would allow me to avoid trudging and maybe even swimming through the dirty pipe system water. The tunnel was small, dark, and damp, and I was incredibly claustrophobic. I knew that I had to go through, I could feel that I was nearly there! Just as I began to walk towards the tunnel of plastic bags, I woke up.

I tried to force myself back to sleep in order to complete the dream but no luck. I will never know if she was rescued but I am damn glad I avoided having to go through that tunnel...

The Bald Stranger

I used to have this recurring dream, more like a nightmare because of the way it made me feel. In my dream I saw myself in my bedroom sleeping. Then I had a feeling someone was trying to break into my apartment. A bad being or a bad person. I was too scared to wake up and confront this thing or person or even trying to escape. I would wake myself up by screaming.

I had this same dream, same scenarios, and the same end result for several years until one day, while dreaming, I decided to get out of bed. I had decided that I would finally confront this being or person. I got up, went to my bedroom door and moved down the corridor. As I moved down the long corridor, I heard noises and saw a bit of light emanating from the kitchen. Then, I saw him: a bald, fat ugly little man in front of my fridge, with the fridge door open and the light shinning on him. He was just standing there, stuffing his face with whatever he could find in my fridge. He slowly turned towards me and we made eye contact. After giving him a good look in the eye, he disappeared.

From that day on, I never had this dream again.

Welcome to the Nightosphere: Bring Us a Dream

Welcome to the Nightosphere: We all Dream

A menagerie was, originally, a place where exotic animals and plants were kept.
A dream is, well, for a lack of an eloquent definition: "moving images/senses/ playing about in the mind while in a state of sleep".

Thus, the Dream Menagerie is the storage and keeping of dreams. I'd like to store dreams: your dreams, my dreams, his, hers. It sounds a little weird (and perhaps it is) but I can assure, there is NO ulterior or fetish like motive behind this: I simply wish to record and share dreams.

I believe we are all capable of imagination, and for those of you wishing to debunk me, I say: look at your dreams, they are FILLED with imagination.

I shall start by recording my own dreams and hope that it will inspire you to do the same and send me in your dreams. All dreams will remain anonymous, including my own, and the only editorial changes made will be grammatical (unless the way in which the dream is recorded is an artistic choice, no changes will be made).
I hope as well to convert some of the recorded dreams into short films, spanning from 10 - 60 seconds.

It will be an arduous project, but it will definitely be worth it.

"Happy" Dreaming!