Category: Dream Theatre

First there was the dream where I had come home to find my roommates had rearranged my room so they could store two big things in my room (like a dresser and something else). This left my already crowded room, with almost no space except where my chair sits in front of my computer. I was quite upset and was like “THIS IS NOT OKAY.”

Then they had some friends come over and now my room was on a second floor with big open glass doors to a small platform with no railings or anything. One of their friends was out there very precariously and seemingly pretty oblivious as well and I was very worried he was about to fall to his death or at least great injury.

Then more weirdly hectic and anxious dreams last night. Which is strange as I am actually in a pretty calm phase right now and not really feeling anxious about anything, and not much on my plate, so I’m not sure why this is.

I was at an airport to go visit my friend Esteban, who lived in Florida (in the dream). I was there very early as I always am so I decided to pass the time walking around. It was a very strange and confusing airport layout with lots of sections outside. Once I got to the more secure gate sections I realized I had left my bag back at the pre-gate “lobby“ area. It was very confusing trying to find my way back there and I asked someone for directions and they told me I could go up to this worker up ahead and just have them let me through this special door to get back there.  I don’t remember if I ever made it back there or not, but I don’t remember ever retrieving my bag so I just hoped that I’d be able to call the airport and they would’ve found it and be able to send it to me.

In the meantime, I had decided to buy this new video game system there at the airport. I took it all out of the box to check it out, but then realized I needed a better way to carry it and a few other items onto the plane. Weirdly there were tons of used shopping and gift bags strewn all over the floor, so I found a suitably sized green one and put my stuff inside. I realized I had lost track of time and now it was getting really close to time for my flight. So I looked for my green bag and I couldn’t find it. There had been some people around and I thought one of them must have seen the video game system in it and stolen it. I frantically looked but definitely couldn’t find it and had to start running for my plane.

Again, it was very confusing and I was running along what felt more like an outdoor strip mall to find the gates. As I was running another airport, employee asked if they could help and I said that I needed to know what gate the flight from Austin to Florida was, She told me it was E 14 which was pretty far away, but she thought it was possible. If it was one more letter away, she did not think it would’ve been possible. She offered to give me a ride there on her cart for five dollars. I told her I didn’t have any cash on me And she was basically like “Oh that’s too bad. Good luck!“

I hustled as fast as I could, knowing I most likely was not going to make it, though I hadn’t heard a boarding announcement yet. As I passed an agent behind a desk along this outdoor concourse, the agent quietly said “Heath? They need you to pick up a phone and call this number.” I had no idea how she knew it was me, but I did it hoping that if they knew I was on my way, they wouldn’t leave. Then she said something that was very confusing to me, but sounded like there was some kind of murder or hostage situation, but she said it so nonchalantly that I thought I must’ve surely misunderstood. Something about a ranking system or who would be the last one standing or something.

Then I woke up.

In this dream, a friend of mine and I were hanging out and eventually admitted to being totally in love. We gave into it all and there was much sexy making out. At one point I expressed that even though this was all brand new and this was really the first day we had ever spent together on any real personal level, and it was totally crazy, that I loved her. She expressed the same.

Cut forward a bit, she was laying down in a dress, which was exposing quite a lot of her. Ashton Kutcher was there and he started touching her under some innocent pretense, but then it was obvious that he was testing the waters and touching her quite suggestively as well. She didn’t seem to mine, but I was quite bummed as we had just had this deep connection and expressed out love for each other, so this made me think she must be into polyamory or such which just wasn’t something I could do. So I politely said that I was going to g ahead and leave at which point she realized that I wasn’t down with this situation and wanted to talk about.

Cut forward again, everything was fine between us. Then some guy who I think was attracted to her himself (maybe an ex?) came up behind me and jabbed me with something. It appeared to be a syringe. Then he went and jabbed her as well but I don’t think it was a syringe but instead something akin to the pointy stem of an aloe vera type plant. Suddenly we both realized he had poisoned us and we probably only had minutes before we died from an allergic reaction that would result in asphyxiation. We called 911 hoping there something we could or some remedy we could make from household items to save us.

Then I woke up. The good parts were really nice though.

This dream involved another scenario where it starred an acquaintance of mine, but I don’t believe it was actually about that person. I believe that person was just who my brain plugged into a role, most likely because I had just seen them on my social media feed before I went to bed or something.

In the dream this person and I were mutually in love, but she was married (a situation I have encountered in real life). I think we were in some kind of outdoor theatre production and she was sitting on the floor working on something in a building that was sort of a backstage area of sorts, maybe with some flats, curtains, lights and such. As I was leaving to go tend to something else, I wanted to kiss her on the forehead and tell her I loved her because I knew it would make her smile and feel that giddy euphoria we both felt, but then I also thought I probably shouldn’t poke those forbidden places or make things more difficult, so we just smiled and I went on to my task. It was a very vividly familiar and unique feeling, that pure giddy euphoria that surpasses any high you ever thought you could feel, mixed with that empty pit in your stomach of not being able to do anything about it.

In the first dream, I had walked into some house for some reason I can’t remember. To my surprise, I found a party going on hosted by my friend Esteban who live outside of Dallas. He and I were inseparable best friends and later roommates in the late 90s but haven’t been in touch very often in recent years.

I was shocked that he was in town, much less hosting a party and that he hadn’t invited me or been in contact in any way. We got to talking and he was staying at this place while he was in town working on some movie or TV show. This was also surprising as he had never been involved in the entertainment industry in any way. He reveled that because I never really contact him much these days, I’m not really a great friend so he decided not to contact me. He had sort of just stumbled into some pretty high profile producer type jobs in recent years but on this one he was doing some grip work of some kind. Maybe Key Grip.

In my later dream, I was hosting Stella Cole, a singer I know from Tik Tok who is now on tour and pretty popular for singing in a very classic/jazz retro style. I was showing her around town, driving her around, going out to eat, etc. It was some kind of event such as SXSW or something similar. I believe there was also some romantic vibes, and look before anyone jumps on me about her being too young, I don’t control my dreams and she’s talented, pretty, and has a great voice and smile so give my brain a break, will ya?

Last night I dreamt that I had just freshly broken up with my last girlfriend and my mom was counseling me to not make the same mistakes she had made. She told me that when she and my dad broke up, she had got a job at the same lab where he worked to have a legitimate excuse to be around him (as far as I know this is complete dream fiction and my dad never worked at any lab nor did my mom ever take any such actions).

Let’s see how much I can remember from the variety of stress dream situations I encountered last night. I wonder if housesitting and sleeping in a bed that was not mine contributed to this.

I think this was all one continuous day but it’s hard to say for sure in dreamland and dream logic. The first part I remember involved me and my ex-wife. In the dream we had only recently split up and it was all amicable and such, but she was with someone new now and there was a bit of sadness for me as I was not yet with anyone else. I think we were also still roommates.

My friend since 4th grade, Andy Hunter picked me up as we had plans. He had his completely fictional dream little brother with him who was driving. We went to some kind of improv show that was in a large outdoor area and there was a lazy river that went around the perimeter. I was in the lazy river and wanted to get out but suddenly realized I didn’t know where my clothes or my phone were and I couldn’t get out of the lazy river naked.

Fast forward and suddenly somehow I was now dressed but trying to track down my phone and other missing possessions. Now it was an indoor club with several different rooms, stairways, halls and such. IT had the feeling of being behind the scenes of a funhouse or a theme park. HArd to explains but kind of old, wooden, maybe like an old theater or something. I had put my stuff in a cubby in the main performance room, but now they had moved everything and cleared the room for some kind of rehearsal. I asked if I could speak to the lady in charge to see if she knew where they might have taken my stuff, like if there was a lost and found or something. She said she’d talk to me if I could catch her and ran outside. I kept walking toward her and she would walk a different direction, playfully trying to avoid me. I eventually kind of corralled her and as she tried to sprint past I grabbed her in a bear hug.

Next thing I remember, Andy, his dream little brother, and I were now in the car again, but now it was my car and the steering wheel was on the right side. Andy’s brother was once again driving. I was stressed out because I remembered that I had left my Helix (a guitar amp/effects modeler) in the back seat of my car (another car at home I guess, as it wasn’t the one we were in) with the windows down and the doors unlocked. My car door was still open (on the car we were now in with the steering on the right, so I was on the left as a passenger), and Andy’s brother started reversing which caught my door on a small grassy incline which bent the door completely backward, damaging the hinges, the door and the car.

We found a mechanic shop still open late at night and I had the car looked at. I think the guy running the shop was Pedro Pascal. He handed me a bill for $150. I was shocked as I expected it to be far higher. That’s when he informed me that $150 was the bill just for looking at it. To fix it was going to be another $750. Andy, dream brother, and I all left and needless to say, I was quite down after this whole crappy day. It was now sometime well after midnight and Andy invited me to join him and his dream brother to get some “breakfast for dinner” as “breakfast for dinner” always made things better. Then I woke up.

I fell in love last night (in my dreams). There was some woman name Meagan (a fictional dream person) and we had absolutely magic chemistry. Like we’d just known each other forever. She was one of those people everyone falls in love with. My friend Esteban who was with me had fallen for her too but he could see that she and I had magic. We were all parting ways and Meagan and her friend were walking off one way while Esteban and I walked another. I looked back at her longingly, pondering if I should just let her walk away. Esteban smiled and waved her direction like “Go get her!” She and her friend disappeared around the corner of a building and so I ran after them shouting her name.

As I rounded the corner they were just…gone. Impossibly gone. It was a big open area and there was nowhere they could go I was baffled and crushed and confused. Had it all been a dream? Was she some mystical muse or something. I screamed “NOOOOOOOOOOO!” In frustration. It was too late. Then my tears woke me up.

I was at a large table having a meeting with a bunch of folks including Paul McCartney who was seated directly to my right. The person to his right made a joke and mimed punching Paul, then Paul as a joke mimed passing it on and punching me.

I said “Oh you don’t want to do that. I’m from Texas and you our reputation,” and I pulled out my phone and opened up a gun app that had a gun on the screen that you could swipe to pull the slide then tap to shoot. I tapped it a few times. Paul laughed and then asked if I had the cool lightsaber app. I did and Paul and I both fired up the lightsaber apps on our phone and waved them around in mock battle making lightsaber noises with our mouths even though the app made its own noises.

In last night’s dream theatre, I was doing a play with my friend Sharan. There was a lot of improvising and at one point there was a guest performer who showed up about halfway through the performance, and was going to do their act as intermission entertainment. Their act was pretending like they were deaf and so they didn’t know why they were there or what they were supposed to be doing. I went to greet them but the play was going on so I was trying to be quiet and was also confused as to whether or not the guest performer was actually deaf (they were not). Eventually it all got sorted. I feel like there were a lot more details about the play and my role in it and other stuff going on that I can’t recall now.

Cut to after the show, Sharan was driving a semi truck (just the front part without any big trailer attached) and I was in the passenger seat. We were chatting and as we drove up a big flyover ramp, we noticed some people up ahead waving and trying to get our attention. That’s when we noticed too late that there was a huge missing section of road. There was nothing we could do at this point. The truck plunged down nose first into a huge fall to the ground below. I closed my eyes and prayed to either be okay or for a quick and painless death. Even though I’m not religious (though I am spiritual) it still came out as “PLEASE GO PLEASE GOD PLEASE GOD!”

After the crash, miraculously, Sharan and I were both perfectly fine. At first I wondered how long it would take for rescuers to clear the rubble and get to us as we appeared to be buried. But then, in that illogical dream way, suddenly things were different and there was no rubble, but we were still waiting for rescuers as the truck was kind of mangled. Some people approached what used to be the windshield but was now just an open space and started asking Sharan for autographs as they were huge fans of her theatre career. We started searching around the truck for a pen but could not find one, though there were some dull pencils that weren’t really of any use. We were talking about how this was her husband’s truck (Her partner, Bryan wasn’t in the picture in this dream and her husband wasn’t a real person, just a dream entity). It also came up that her husband was real horrible POS. While searching for a pen we also found his porn magazine stash in a compartment on the driver’s side.

Then I woke up.