The Sink Hole

With the realization that I have a separate Journal for all my dreams, why not put a few dreams into this Journal?  All my life I've dreamed in technicolor, with a soundtrack and inter-useable characters.  A therapist once told me I'm a "lucid dramer" in that I can program a dream, or rearrange one whilst having it.  I always thought everyone could do this.  So here's something that my brain concocted late in 2003: 

Never in all my "dreaming life" have I been happier than while having a "Super-Deluxe Dream" a kind of stranger-than-truth dream.  In this one, I am in the front yard of the house I grew up in, and beneath the lawn there was a huge undergroud ocean of moving mud.  Like a river.  You could see the rifts and cracks in the lawn to peek into the ocean of mud, and something else too: a kind of carpeting, the pattern of which I recognized.  Suddenly, one of my brothers, Sean, and another young man  named Bryan came running out onto the lawn.  They immediately disappeared beneath the soft green grass, into the mud ocean.  I did not panic, and in fact took charge.  I organized a search party and ordered everyone to form a line (for some reason).  I started barking out warnings about the underground sea of mud, and to be careful as we looked for the two boys.  They may've drowned by now.  The mud sea was moving and rolling, like a real sea.  People were coming into this scene and interrupting things, I was getting angry.  I kept telling them, "Stop!  This is important!"  Finally I managed to get everyone in a line, then we all seemed to go our separate ways!

The dream took on a different look - I was at a Mall I knew, after being driven there by my Mother.  I was supposed to be at work, and was changing clothes in the back seat.  I went into the Mall on one side, and "floated" through it wearing a little pink shiffon scarf - I weighed about 40 lbs., reached maybe 4' tall.  I think I was a doll of some kind.  I didn't so much walk as "float" around the store and its floors.  When I was ready to leave, I found an exit and floated through.  To my horror, I was in the City I now live in, I didn't want to be there.  I "ordered" my brain to re-arrange the dream and put me back on the front lawn of my old home.  It did.

I notice a man wearing flashy clothes, a heavy-set man I think I was supposed to know, getting in the way of the rescue attempt I'd organized.  I cornered him, tried to remove him from the property.  I took him across the street and distracted him.  Memory dims here, but I think I killed him and hid the body.

I'm back in the front yard, and no one is around.  Those boys, they must be dead by now.  I "dive" into the lawn, into the ground to find them.  I'm pushing mud away from me, swimming in it to find them, but I can't.  Suddenly, I feel something sharp rub up against my leg.  It's Sean's teeth, his mouth is open - I found him.  He was drifting in the mud with Bryan, both of them in a state of float or drift, not conscious, just being carried by the moving sea of mud.  I grabbed them both and hurled them up onto the ground, into the fresh air.  They immediately started filling their lungs with air, it was so gratifying!  But wait, something is wrong.  They're not the same, they've changed somehow.  I waited too long to pull them out, being drowned in the mud changed them in some way - they were the same, but not.  It was a horror movie being played out as my dream.

There was a huge house, as there always is in my Super-Deluxe dreams.   I knew this house, and the eccentric evil Doctor who owned it.  He was doing dark experiments on the "mud people" who "died" underground and were then revived.  I thought it was only Sean and Bryan but inside this house I saw dozens of people wrapped in that carpeting material, with wet mud covering them.  The mud is always wet so the person inside stays alive.  It connects somehow.  I saw the evil Doctor disappear into a room and I followed him, slamming the door behind me.  He was bending over a body wrapped in a wet-mud carpet, and I could make out the person's shape inside.  He was trying to breathe.  He made a strange, inhuman sound.  I looked at the Doctor but he didn't seem to care.  This Doctor was intent on his experiments and nothing else mattered.  I didn't like it here suddenly, and wished myself back up to the yard, then into the house I grew up in - where I belonged.