I Think My Mum Might Be Having Problems With DMT Too...
Ok, so it looks like my DMT problem might run in the family. I was talking to my mum the other day and she informed me of a dream that she had had the night before. Meanwhile, my youngest older brother, D.T[20/m], and his mate, D.C[17?/m], had ventured up to Auckland for the BDO. As it wasn;t my dream, I don;t have all the details, but here's what I heard...
D.T and D.C, having driven up to Auckland in my brothers 'reliable' CF Bedford, were parked up at Ericson Stadium for the night and had decided to mellow out for the evening. As a result they spent their night sitting in a circle smoking pot with the Assistant Principle from ***** College. [A local college where my mum works].
Does my mum have employment issues? Trust issues with my brother? Or is she secretly smoking pot?
P.S Sorry mum
The Flying Bridge and My Christmas Stuff
So some engineering types agreed a large concrete bridge needed to built across a canyon near my home. To do this large sections of the concrete bridge were to be flown by helicopter from the site where they were made to the canyon.
Points to note:
- There is no canyon near my house
- No way in hell could a regular helicopter (which this one was) carry segments of concrete this large
The glitch in the system though was that the rope from the helicopter couldn't be tied around the concrete in the centre of the segments. This meant that the weight of the concrete wasn't evenly distributed and hung at an angle. How do you fix such a problem? Easy!! Stop over at the local home for the elderly beings and have them sit on the concrete segments to even out the weight! Duh!
So anyway, as one segment was flying over the top of my backyard, the pilot noted that one of the elderly siting on the concrete was too light. This meant one side was dropping too low and pulling the helicopter down. Because of this, the helicopter couldn't pull it's rotar up quick enough to get high enough to get over the slanted land that is at the rear of our section [my house is sorta on a hill, kinda...]. So to solve this problem they lowered the concrete segment into our backyard, had one of the elederly clumber off (there were about 4 of them on there), and my eldest brother, J.T[22/m], climbed on instead. They then flew off.
As this debacle was taking place in my backyard, I'd left my posy in front of the computer screen and joined my family and dog as a spectator. After the event had passed mum asked me to finish cleaning my room. I turned and looked down the length of the deck, outside each of our bedroom doors were black rubbish bags, filled and tied at the top. My mum called to me saying "I've just left all your christmas things in those bags, take them in and sort them."
So I returned to my posy at the computer.
My Birthday at Work
Umm... a bit vague, but...
It was my birthday, I was at work (in the pharmacy), my boss was away so there were 2 old ladies who were working instead. I have no idea who they were, but they were really mean and evil! Anyway, they told me to go in the room that was my boss's office then they put a desk against the door so that I couldn't get out. My friend, N.G[19/f], who works with me tried to get me out, but couldn't.
At lunch time, I went across to New World to get my lunch. L.R[19?/m], who went to my primary school was walking up and down the isles shouting to his fellow work mates [though he doesn't actually work at NW] asking for $10 to buy his fish and chips for lunch. No one had any money, he asked me, but I only had 2 5er's, so that wasn't enough [???].
And that's about the jist of it. Another friend of mine, M.N[18/f], appeared at some point, but I can't remember when or why...
The Flight of Billy Through the Jungle
Another dream I had in the last week, it was one of those ones that kinda jumps between locations, but I'll try and piece together so that it's comprehendible.
The Scene: So it's like autumn or something and a group of 3 or 4 friends and myself have ridden over the Rimutaka Hill on mountain bikes with large overloaded tramping packs on our backs. Upon reaching Greytown, a shuttle van had picked us up and driven us down a gravel drive in a dry field that led to a sort of cul-de-sac type dead-end with a picnic table.
The Dream: Upon arriving here we got off our bikes (even though we arrived in the van), the van left and we took our packs off our backs. J.P[21/m] and someone else, I think it was M.C[17/f], perched themselves on the picnic table. Meanwhile, L.H[18/f], I think, and myself crept out into the hay. The hay was probably about 70cm long, there was a little old kinda falling apart cottage that L.H and I had to get to without being seen by a little girl that was 'frolicking' in the nearby field. She would've been about 7. If she spotted us, she would have run to the cottage and called her mother, who would have come out onto the front porch and yelled at us like an evil witch. However, if we were to make it to the cottage without being seen by the little girl, her mother would greet us at the door, been kind and would welcome us warmly. Both of these scenario's played over in my dream, I'm not sure though as to what there relevance was because...
The next minute I found myself in a bedroom which was like a cabin. It was one of the units at the TATC in Masterton, a place where I did a farming course last year. There I was in this room with 3 guys who were fulltime students, D.K, S.B and some unidentifiable other [all 16 or 17/m]. On one of the walls was a closet. It was night time now and we heard footsteps coming towards the building, for whatever reason, the three guys in the room all had to hide, so they rushed into the closet, I shut the door behind them. There was no one outside. Then it dawned on me that my closet was now locked and I had no way of opening the door. The 3 guys were calling to me from inside the closet and banging on the door. Yelling back abd yanking on the door in desperation, the door suddenly came free and swung open, but what was infront of me was not what I had been anticipating.
Infront of me was a six and a half foot male staring at me down the barrel of his shotgun, his name was Billy [a person I imagined, I don't actually know any Billy's]. I screamed, turned and ran out the door infront of me, sprinting across the concrete expanse infront of me, across a dry, grassy field and towards a dirt track which led into a large forest. Behind me, Billy was on a killing spree, having chased me out of the room, he was now shooting at the 20 or so other students who had run out of the rooms to flee [hehe, spree rhymes with flee]. People, friends, were lying dead and scattered behind me, blood sprawled across the ground. A couple of metres behind me, another guy, I'm not sure who, was running with me, away from Billy. Looking back, Billy was a 100m or so behind, but now heading our way. We ran along the dirt track and into the forest, time suddenly passed rapidly and we emerged out the other side of the forest. The guy that was with me looked back at the forest and said to me, "Don't worry, that's just the grazing paddock." [Don't ask how a forest is a grazing paddock, I have no clue myself].
Looking infront of us, all around and above us was like a thin jungle, random vines were randomly spread around the place and hanging down. On the right hand side of us, the land had a sudden drop off where it was like a big cliff face. Coming out from the side of the cliff below was a river [how it flows through dirt? I don't know]. About 20m infront of us was Billy, it seemed normally that he had somehow got ahead of us. He was sitting on the ground with his feet dangling off the cliff, he hadn't noticed us. To ensure that he wouldn't notice us, the guy I was with had a genius brainwave! We had with us a bowl of peas... so our plan was formulated. To keep our presence hidden we would drop the peas from the top of the cliff down into the river! The plan couldn't be flawed! [??? Go figure...]
To our dismay, Billy turned and saw us! But we were not to be caught. Lo and behold my imagination was a step aheadof us as usual and had formulated an
actual full-proof plan. Hanging amongst the jungle vines was numerous fluorescent lava-like jelly vines [here I go again with fluorescent lava...]. Escaping from Billy was easy, we just grabbed a fluorescent jelly vine and tugged it, then the vine sprang upwards and up we went with it. Then there was a change of scene...
We were back in the forest, there was a small rectangular shaped clearing that we were standing in. This scenario seemed sureal, set out almost like a computer game. Billy stood at the back of the clearing observing myself and the person I was with. I stood facing forward with my back to Billy, in the middle of the clearing. To my right, at about elbow height, was a circular metal like vault with a blue beam, but the beam didn't shine past the edge of the metal. To my left, was an identical 'vault-like thing,' but this one was orange. They were like Luke Skywalker's sword thing just irking to shine out of their tubes, their light beams were sort of throbbing, wanting to shine out in the open space. Behind my left shoulder was the guy who was with me, he was explaining to me what I had to do to "end it all," like the climax of a computer game.
Hanging down infront of me was an orange jelly vine. To 'end it' I had to grasp the vine simulataneously with both hand and then in that instant the orange and blue beams would shine out towards each other, with me in the centre, and when they then simultaneously struck the orange jelly vine with their light, the vine would spring upward taking me with it. And so it was so.
As this ended, I returned to my being in Greytown, we were in Carterton [geez dreams are confusing...who'd have 'em?]. The day before my friends and I were to leave on our bikes back to Wellington, the shuttle van company at an outdoors shop offered to give us a ride as far as Greytown. So the following morning, L.H and I farewelled our two other friends and rode our bikes with our packs on our backs down to the where the vans were meeting us (out other two friends were already in Featherston, go figure...again...), the vans actually then took us all the way to the base of the Rimutaka Hill.
We rode home.
The End.
Again, questions about the length? Sorry, but dreams will be dreams.
The FBI Escapade to Australia in Pursuit of The Drug Dealer E.G
This one I had just in the last week, sorry about the length, but dreams will be dreams.
Here's the deal, I'm at the Wellington train station with R.F[18/f], an acquaintance from college, "Just don't say anything," is what she tells me as I'm summoned across the station to the platforms by two poilce officers and two FBI agents. One of the police officers asks me a question of whether I could confirm that E.G[18/f] (another acquaintance from college and best friend of E.G) was a fugitive who had left the country illegaly to avoid charges of drug dealing. I said nothing. The two FBI agents subsequently walked about 10m away, to give me a minute to think it over. The police officer who didn't ask me the question quietly spoke under his breath, motioning his eyes towards me, "Just say yes."
The FBI agents returned and repeated the question. Thinking democratically, I replied, "What if I said yes?" The agents considered this as an affirmative reply and so E.G (who had fled to Australia) was now to be pursued. With my statement the FBI had permission to pursue E.G in another country and I was their 'key witness.'
So plans were underway for an 8.30pm flight (it was about 7.30pm at the time) from the airport that was situated on top of the station outside (where the bus depot is, kinda). I told the agents that I wanted to go with them and that if they wouldn't let me then I would withdraw my statement and so they wouldn't have the authority to pursue E.G in Australia. Seemingly disgruntled, but also stuck in a corner, they agreed that I travel with them.
Time had passed quickly as the agents in the travellers lounge packed semi-automatics of allsorts into black briefcases, it was now 8.20pm. We were to be catching a commercial flight, only 10 minutes away from depature, now a debacle started up because I didn't have my passport on me, the plane was scheduled to take-off, but I was still threatening to withdraw my statement if the agents left without me. Even more disgruntled now, the agents began to formulate ways of delaying our flight without causing suspicion to the other passengers. As such, a bus, full of passengers set to take them from the traveller's lounge out to the tarmac to meet our plane, was parked infront of the lobby door that led to the tarmac and blocked the exit for traveller's on foot. 8.25pm, time passing faster.
Meanwhile, my mum is at Kenepuru Hospital, with my dad, having stitches removed from her leg which she had injured the day before on a wire fence [my mum actually had hurt her leg on a wire fence, which she had to have treated at Kenepuru A&E, but she didn't have stitches]. Her cellphone rang, I was calling her from the airport. "Yes?" she asked. I spoke in a very casual everyday tone, "Mum, it's Tracey, I'm in town at the airport, I'm supposed to be getting an 8.30 flight, can you please bring me my passport? And my shotgun, I think it's in my bedroom." "Well we're just at the hospital, I'm having my stitches out. We'll be there shortly."
8.30pm: Arguing with the agents (them insisting that they are going to leave without me vs me threatening to withdraw my statement), they still have the bus delaying the flight; my mum has arrived below in the train station and I walk down to meet her. Mum hands me my passport and shotgun with a big smile on her face and asks me where I'm going. I tell her that the FBI want to take me with them to Australia. Gleefully and oblivious to the actual situation, she congratualates me, 'well done' she says along with a few other words. She says they want to take me as a reward for being the good citizen that I am. In my head I can't help but think of how bizzare it would be if 'that' was happening.
With my passport and shotgun in hand, I thank my mum and quickly return to the traveller's depature lounge and go through the security barriers with the agents, loading our weaponry into the luggage holds of the passenger bus. The agents tell the bus driver that he can now take us to the plane.
The bus travels across the tarmac towards our plane and I look back at the large expanse of glass windows which is the Wellington airport, as I rapidly drift out of my REM and slip into the darkness which is otherwise known as the dreamless stage of sleep.
It's late now, 1.50am, I'm going to bed.
Btw, I don't think we ever found her...
The Weather Predicting Lava Blobs
This is a more recent dream which I had within the last couple of months. While describing this dream to my boss (a chemist, I work in a pharmacy) he questioned me as to whether I had been taking LSD. Just for the record, I don't take hallucinogenic drugs of any shape or form.
In this dream, I was back at my primary school. It was during the lunch hour and I was playing with my friends, the exception was that the kids with me weren't the ones that I went to primary school with, they were my friends from college, but at the age of about 7.
We were all playing in the quad that was surrounded by the junior block. Then a tall (about one and a half metres) lava blob rose out of the asphalt, it was fluroscent in colour, but could change colours and, being only a blob, continuosly altered in shape. There were also numerous blobs like this that rose out of the tennis courts by the senior classrooms.
These blobs
did however have a purpose, somewhat. Their colour and shape could be interpreted, although they didn't make any sounds, everyone knew what they were telling us. The lava blobs predicted anything and everything.
Most of the time it was just the weather forecast.
I Believe I Can Fly
Another one I had when I was little. This dream is one of the most realistic, vivid dreams I've ever had. I was so sure that it was real that the morning after, I went crying to my mum asking why I couldn't fly anymore.
I could fly!
I was standing out on my back deck, flying was easy - all I had to do was put one arm straight out infront of me, followed by the other. Then lift one of my legs and stretch it out behind me. As soon as I lifted my other leg off the ground I would begin to glide. This only ever lasted a few meters, but then I discovered that by tilting my arms up, the wind could push upwards against my arms, and fluctuating my legs like a mermaid's tail, I could go as high as I wanted! I then went out on the road, we live in a cul-de-sac, and I could fly higher than the lamposts!
It was always great fun doing loop the loops and feeling the wind brush past me.
I wish I could still fly.
The Living McDonald's Characters
This is the one from when I was really little that was my childhood nightmare, I'm sure everyone has one.
I can't remember more than that Birdie, Hamburglar and Grimace had all come to life and were evil scary monsters chasing me out of McDonald's along the footpath...
It was very scary at the time.
The Grandmother Ghost at Kenepuru Hospital
This is a reacurring dream which I started having after my Great Grandmother died in 1995. I dreamed it almost in slow motion. I've not dreamed about it since I was about 10.
In this dream, my great grandmother was actually my grandmother and I was about 7. My dad took me to visit her at Kenepuru Hospital, where she was in a bed in the room at the end of a long corridor. We were actually going there because she had died - we were going to visit her body. My dad took me to the room then left, I think he was going to the bathroom, I'm not sure, but for whatever reason, he left.
Her bed was in the centre of the room with the bed head against the wall that ran perpendicular to the corridor. I snuck across the room nearer to her bed, when she turned her head and looked at me. I quickly backed up a few steps. I realised that she hadn't actually physically turned her head, but her ghost, lying within her, had. Then, her ghost rose, sitting up on the bed, my grandmothers waist being used as a pivot for two torso's. The ghost climbed off the bed standing on the side opposite me. Picking up a broomstick (a flying one, one like that of a witch, although my grandmother's ghost didn't use it to fly), the ghost rushed around the bed. I turned and ran down the corridor in terror, calling for my dad (who was nowhere to be seen), with the ghost coming after me.
The ward was empty, there were no nurses, doctors or patients in sight.
At the other end of the corridor was a door that led to the outside. Pushing the swinging double doors open, I ran outside, tears down my face, with the ghost still after me. The ghost followed me across the hospital's lawn and down a grass bank by the side of the hospital....
....and that's where the dream always ended....
The Dream Chronicles of TMonkey
In addition to my original blog
The Legend of the TMonkey I have created this blog to share my experiences during REM.
If you know me well, you'll know that I have some messed up dreams. Yay to natural hallucinogens, but wtf? to my dreams, my boss asked if I was on LSD during one description. Anyway, I've decided that I shall share these dreams with you. My dreams are often incredibly vivid and their vividness often freaks me out in the morning when I wake up. If you reckon you can interprit some of my dreams I'd love to hear it.
The chronicles will include the following;
- The Grandmother Ghost at Kenepuru Hospital
- The Living McDonald's Characters
- I Believe I Can Fly
- The Weather Predicting Lava Blobs
- The FBI Escapade to Australia in Pursuit of The Drug Dealer E.G
- The Flight of Billy Through the Jungle
- My Birthday at Work
- The Flying Bridge and My Christmas Stuff
- The Drive Home and The Dog That Wasn't Mine
- Me Taking Drugs
- Searching For a Flat
- Rollerblading/Biking and The Myths of Makara
- Ms H and Frankie The Skinhead
- D.C's Maiden Trot Over The Rimutaka's
- A Fatal Dose of Hemopathic Remedies
- Our Christmas Production
and many, many more...
