Squirrel Boy

I must have been thinking about my nephew recently. Actually I know I was because he is the subject of my most recent strange dream. Before I tell you about it I want to say that it's going to be a hard one because I only remember it in bits and pieces. But I'll do my best.

I remember being in my backyard watching a remarkable amount of squirrels. There were just so many. My backyard this time wasn't a backyard I have in the real world, but it was mine in the dream.

The squirrels are another thing. I consider myself to be somewhat of an expert on squirrel behavior. My other blog shows that a little bit.

Today in the dream there seemed to be all the major variety of tree squirrels on the ground and in the trees right there in my yard with me. There were also very many of them. Maybe a hundred or more. Plenty of squirrels for me to watch and describe to any who would listen. They were running up and down the trees and around on the ground. They seemed to be everywhere.

The …

The Angry Raccoon

Many years ago now I encountered a group of raccoons in the forest. At first when they came running towards me I thought maybe I was in a bit of danger. When they got closer I realized they were young ones just looking for someone to comfort them. It's always been one of my most memorable animal encounters. I haven't had any bad thoughts about that until this recent dream I'm about to tell you.

I dreamed I was walking along a forest road. On the left was a steep hill. And on the right was a much easier downward slope that lead to a river that paralleled the road. It all looked rather nice to a nature lover like me.

As I looked into the forest to the right I noticed a lone raccoon pacing me. It kept looking my way and acted as if it was following me for some reason.

I remembered that I had my camera with me. I should since I always carry it when I'm in the forest. So as soon as the raccoon moved into a bit of a clearing I decided to get some pictures.

When I raised my …

Automatic Writing

I wasn't going to write this dream down at first because it kind of disturbed me. But then I remembered that this is the exact kind of dream that I'm supposed to write about. It was also kind of a difficult decision because my dreams have been a bit murky lately so they're too hard to remember. That makes it kind of hard too, but let's try with this one anyway. So here it is.

I remember sitting in a house I had just moved into. It was kind of dark and shadowy in the house so I knew this wasn't going to be a positive experience. I was reading a self improvement book, which I often do. I like looking for techniques to make myself a better me. But this particular book was getting a little strange.

The book was suggesting that I try a thing called automatic writing, which is a technique where a person uses alleged psychic ability allowing a person to produce written words without consciously writing. You hold a pen or pencil to paper while not paying conscious attenti…

A Strange Woman

A few nights ago I woke up and immediately knew I was still asleep and dreaming. How did I know? The room was different than any room I'd ever seen in the real world. I still recognized it as my own bedroom, but I really had never seen it before. And there was something else there too.

Standing against the wall staring at me in the dark was a Chinese woman. How do I know she was Chinese? I just knew. I guess that part doesn't matter, but it was a detail that I strongly noticed. So it did matter quite a bit. I had the strong feeling that this had happened before, but I didn't remember it at all.

I have no idea why I would dream about a Chinese woman, but there she was. I don't know many Chinese women, and I hadn't seen any on television lately. I do have a neighbor who is Chinese, but I hadn't thought about them in quite some time. So I guess that made the dream kind of strange. But wait, there's more strangeness yet to come.

You see, this woman was only abo…

Doggy Doppelganger

I woke up and saw my dog sitting on my bed looking at me. I immediately knew something wasn't quite right. For one thing, when I went to sleep my dog wasn't in the room and the door was shut. When I thought about all of this I realized I was actually still asleep and in the middle of another strange dream of a kind I've had a few times before.

Since I knew the dog wasn't really there with me I asked this one if it was really my dog. As soon as the words were out of my mouth this doppelganger began to growl at me. I knew from experience that the growl was the indicator that meant this dog was false. This creature was only pretending to be my dog. So I smacked it in the face and told it to go away. Off it went.

Then came another lookalike dog. I told it that I knew it was an imposter and it should leave. This one also began to growl so I hit it on the head and it left me.

After that a third one appeared to me. I asked this one if it was my real dog or a fake. It just sat…

Was It Really A Dream?

Here's a short dream of a kind that I get way too often. I'm sometimes not even sure if these things are real dreams or something even more strange. Read on to find out why.

I was lying there peacefully sleeping when I felt somebody messing with my blankets. It was down around where my feet were. I was still mostly asleep so all I could do was mumble to whoever it was to leave me alone. That didn't work at all, and I continued to feel my blankets being messed with.

I was able to rouse myself slightly more, which was not much. Even though I was still mostly asleep, I was able to lift my head enough to see down at the foot of the bed. Everything looked blurry and dreamy because I just wasn't awake enough to function any more than that.

The significant thing I saw when I looked down there was that my blanket was being lifted about two feet off the bed by an invisible hand. It really looked like my blanket was being lifted in one spot right above my feet.

The strange thing…

How About Those Secret Agents

I was a little afraid to write this one down because I'm paranoid that the government is going to come and get me. Is it really just paranoia or will the big bad gubment really come to get a clueless jerk like me for writing down my goofy dream about them? We'll soon see!

Okay, let's get this one going, shall we? Strap yourselves in.

I dreamed I was a cop. Not the best cop or anything like that. Just a normal everyday cop, which is kind of disappointing because I like to be the best at whatever I do. Anyway, a group of us had been assigned to visit the CIA headquarters in a nearby city for a meeting about something that I never quite figured out from the dream.

We were in a group of five. There were four of us regular cops and our commander. I don't know why this would be significant, but I remember that the commander was a woman and the rest of us were men. The things you remember from a dream, huh?

So, we drove up to the guard shack at CIA headquarters to check in. T…