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demon dog and the bomb squad

Date of dream: Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:     Rating:
Lucid Intent? No    

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Dreamt that D and I were investigating something in an abandoned house.  A passive 3rd party person is there following us and observing, like our supervisor.  D enters a small room and suddenly he shouts out to us to stop and get out, as a long coil of black electrical cord falls down around and on him.  Some sort of bomb has been activated and if he moves it will go off.  The other person leaves to call the bomb squad, and I stay and talk to D who is now huddled in a ball on the floor. 
I go outside to wait for the bomb squad.  The backyard is overgrown and the rest of the backyards in the neighborhood are likewise overgrown or the houses are missing and there are just vacant lots.  The yard is surrounded by a 10 foot tall chain link fence with a hole in it.  There is a dog running around outside the fence and I call it over.  It's very old and its fur is worn away.  Its skin is thin and leathery and worn through in places so you can see the bones or the insides of its body through holes in its skin.  Its face looks angry and mean, but I can't tell if it's really aggressive or if that's just the way its face looks because of the decay.  I think I should pet it, but I don't want to touch it, and it runs off barking to find other dogs to form a pack.  Its tail is wide and flat like a beaver's tail.
The bomb squad arrives, and it's 3 or 4 women in shorts outfits made out of American flags.  My mom is there talking to one of them on the back porch while she fills out paperwork before they go in.  My mom tells them "M is very fond of D" or "M has strong feelings about D" (or does she call him Captain D?) and one of them groans and says "O god/O great".  I get very defensive and turn on her and say "O god/O great what?  That someone around here has some emotions and cares about someone else's well-being?"  They all look taken aback and no one says anything.

Additional Comments:

D is a coworker I am friendly with.  Our relationship has been kind of confusing and all over the map, and I still have mixed uncertain feelings about it.  He seems to hardly give it any thought.

My mother hasn't spoken to me for the past 3 years.  The relationship was abusive and controlling when we did speak.

The neighborhood I grew up in has become run down and overgrown in real life.

Tom tries to make amends

Date of dream: Sunday, May 18, 1997

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:

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Sneaking around a small multi-level building that's supposed to be a school I've graduated from. After avoiding a couple of school officials, it turns into a house that the McLeod's and the Pospeshil's have been living in. No one's home except for Tom Pospeshil, who's sleeping in one of the upstairs bedrooms. I try to look around Monica McLeod's room without him waking up. I go back down the stairs to the back door and am outside in the backyard when Tom comes up behind me and starts talking about our ruined friendship. I don't want to talk about it but he's holding on to me. He starts to say something about the destructiveness of arrogance and I protest that I didn't think I'd been arrogant and he says no, he meant he had been. Then he puts his hands between my legs and tried to get me worked up and I keep trying to push his hand away but I give in. I wake up in my bedroom and it's really early in the morning so it's still dark out and as I walk around the livingroom and kitchen I notice that in some areas there are big patches of frost in patterns of leaves on the walls and cupboards. Some of the frost patterns are very thick and start to melt and drip on piles of papers Mom has around the house. Through the dining room window I see two people driving a tiny black sportscar in our backyard but when I get to the window to look out they've driven away.

Additional Comments:

Tom is a friend I had in high school. For some reason I don't understand but which I believe is partly my fault, our friendship fell apart beyond all repair despite some half-hearted attempts on his part senior year to be friendly. Monica had gone to school with Tom and been and acquaintace of him and his family since 3rd grade, and to a degree I was always envious of her familiarity with him. Monica was my best friend throughout high school but we drifted apart during college.