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1. I was in the past, at my dad's old college residence. It was a different place than in reality, though. A strange place. I was with a couple of college age strangers in a dimly lit atrium who lived with my dad, but he wasn't around. We were sitting around the edge of an indoor pond, lit only by the sky light above it. It had a tree growing out of one edge of it. It had gotten very murky and filthy, and was full of bloated dead earthworms and a few snails, even though it was indoors. While I was talking to these guys, I sat a clear cup of water I was drinking down on the brick edge of this pond. When I picked it up to drink it a few minutes later, one of the guys stopped me. I looked at my drink, and it was as murky as the pond water, and also full of bloated dead worms. I said, "But I only sat it down for a few minutes." The guy said, "That's too long in here." A moment later, a thin guy with dark hair came in and without saying a word, climbed in to the filthy pond, laid down and went to sleep underwater. I guess he didn't need to breathe under there, because only a few bubbles would come up every now and then while he adjusted in his sleep. One of the guys said, "He always sleeps in there. I guess he's trying to make some sort of statement. He knows the water's filthy, but doesn't understand quite how much because he's blind."
2. I was a little kid, and my younger sister and I were on the porch and in the driveway of one of our grandparents' neighbor's houses at the end of a culdesac. We were jumping up and down in the rain and making the water splash. I was filming it. Then my mother approached with her own camera, and we all ran away into the house and out on the back deck. My mom looked for us everywhere, and finally found us in a golden-yellow thorn bush. My mom expressed to the old lady who lived there that the thorn bush was the last place she expected to find us. The old lady looked bored, and said it was the first place she would have looked, because "children like their hiding places to be unique, and armored.
3. I was a teenager, and I was in my grandparents' front yard and driveway with a few kids my age. They were a violent group of kids, and I'd been somewhat peer pressured into playing a game where we played "tag" with knives, and everyone tried to nick everyone else with their knife. Just enough to draw blood, but still painful and scary. There was one girl in particular who was a little too knife happy, and I think I got on her bad side somehow. As the dream went on, she became a guy at some point who would often bully and abuse me. I knew how to get on his good side, so I decided to. I tied him to some exposed tree roots, and while he was yelling and struggling, cut him and beat him up fairly brutally and left him there. Afterwards, he went and showed all of our friends the damage I'd done, as though he were proud of me. He planned to get me back. I decided I didn't want a friendship based on playful but vicious violence, because I'd already had a friendship like that for several years of my youth, and didn't want another one like it. (I really did have a friendship like that once in my life.) This guy seemed to get a crush on me, but he went for some naive younger girl who had a crush on him instead. His friends said it was because I intimidated him by not being submissive and easy to abuse. I wanted to warn the girl not to get in a relationship with him, and that she would regret it.
People, including myself, often change gender in my dreams for some reason.
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I was at an old mall outlet somewhere, and discovered Alfred Hitchcock had opened a shop. He was alive, and working in it. He showed me a toy rifle that was wooden and painted in primary colors. He said the best thing about it was that if you put your mouth to it like you were killing yourself and breathed in, its insides funneled the air in such a way that it helped you breathe a lot better, and was great for people with breathing problems.
I just have bad sinuses, but this thing made me feel like a kid again, it helped me breathe so well. I came back in the store several times to sample it, and Hitchcock started poking fun at me for how many times I did it.
His store was mostly empty on the inside, except for some boxes and some things at the register, but the front of it was full of things, and interesting. The only things I remember clearly were holograms that you could purchase. You could have a holographic christmas tree that looked real until you noticed it was translucent and you could put your hand through it, or a holographic radio tower about the size of the christmas tree.
I finally offered to buy the toy gun because it helped me breathe so well, and Hitchcock was complaining that he'd been trying to sell it for months. It was expensive for a toy gun; $20, but worth it to me. I took it home to the old house of my childhood and showed it to my mom. She said it was interesting, but didn't trust it because Alfred Hitchcock sold it to me.
At some point I began to dream that I had dreamt all of this because there was an infommercial on about toy guns with previews to a Hitchcock movie on in between. (I don't even actually have a TV in my room.) I was surprised to find though, that I still had the toy gun, as though I had managed to hold on to it from the dream dimension into reality (which of course was still a dream.)
I haven't seen a Hitchcock movie in ages. I think it's funny how my mind just pulls these things out of nowhere sometimes.