Strange Dreams Of The Rat

Here's something I do. In my latest dream I went to one of my former places of work and threw rocks at my boss. I did it on purpose. I planned it that way when I got there, and I knew I was dreaming. Let me explain the whole thing. In my dream last night I found myself at my former place of work. I immediately knew I was dreaming. I do this quite often. I'm kind of a dreaming expert. I can do lots of strange things in my dreams because I know when I'm dreaming. The first thing I thought was that I should do some obnoxious things there that I wouldn't normally do in the waking world. I decided to wander around my workplace for a few minutes to decide just what to do. That's when I saw my boss coming. I want to say that I didn't really like this boss, but I didn't really hate him either. There was a reason I left there though, and it involved his bad behavior. But I wouldn't do him any physical harm in real life. I don't think he deserved a

I dreamed I found a new nature park. If you know me in the blog world then you know nature is my number one passion. Go over to my other blog The Everyday Adventurer and check it out if you like nature too. I was driving through the park admiring all the trees there. The more trees there are the better I like it. And there were so many twisty roads to explore. I hadn't yet gotten to the hiking trails, but I knew they'd be glorious. Everything was so beautiful. I saw deer watching me from alongside the road. I remember thinking how much I was loving seeing the animals. Then as I traveled along the road I began to see a beach along the left side. The road ran atop a small cliff overlooking the beach and the water. Then I saw more animals in the water below. I looked down at the water and I saw a great blue heron standing there in the shallow part. I looked again and realized the heron wasn't actually in the shallow part, but it was actually standing on the back of a hi

My brothers, my sister, and I were sitting in my living room when a guy dropped off some things my brother just bought. My brother is sort of a wheeler dealer. He's constantly buying, selling, and trading for various items, some large and some small. This time it was a couple of new cars. The guy that dropped the cars off stupidly parked his car in the driveway before he pulled the others in so he needed someone to move the two new cars out so he could leave. My sister immediately volunteered, so my brother handed her the remote controls for both. Yes, you heard that right; I said remote controls. These particular cars had remote controls and could be driven from right inside the house. That's why my sister wanted to move them. We all sat there at the front window watching while my sister began to back up the first car. She really tried to back the car up straightly but you already knew something was going to go wrong. The car made a right turn right into and through the

Last night I woke up in the back seat of my truck with my legs hanging out the open door. The first thing I thought was, "What the hell am I doing out here?" Then I groggily looked down and realized I only had one boot on. I really felt out of it. I wasn't sure what I was going to do. It sounds like maybe the circumstances of a person who maybe had too many drinks the night before. The only problem with that is I've never been a drinker and I have only even tasted alcohol a few times in my life. So how did I end up out here in my truck? I couldn't remember at all. I realized the first thing I needed to do was get in the house. My dog was probably missing me. When I got out of the truck I saw that it was parked a little way down the street from the house. So when I walked to the house I noticed the blinds open downstairs and it looked kind of empty and dark inside. I then remembered that yesterday I moved all my stuff to the upstairs apartment for some reason.

I was living in a house I used to live in when I was much younger. My brothers and sister were there. I needed to wash my laundry, but somebody else was already using the washing machine. I have no idea why that was in the dream, but I do kind of have to do laundry. Maybe it was a reminder. I remember that we decided to give the house a good cleaning. From a small hole in the ceiling came a squirrel. It really was a squirrel, but it was also kind of like a rat. In real life that whole neighborhood was infested with rats. We had a terrible time keeping them out of the house. That's what it's like in lots of places in Detroit. That squirrel was running all over the place, and we were trying to catch it to get it out of the house. I remember noticing the base of its tail was bald for some reason. I kept trying to shoo it out with the broom, but it wasn't working. Finally my sister grabbed it by the tail and flung it up against the wall. My sister is the youngest, and she

It seems like most of the dreams I have of home are in a house that I've never been to in the waking world, but I always recognize them as my own in the dream. That's the case with this one. I was sitting in my comfortable chair watching TV while my brother was at the computer in the other room. I could see him from where I was sitting because he was actually very close to me, and the entrance way to the other room was much bigger than a normal doorway. My brother mentioned that he was shopping online for a new video card for his computer. He told me he just then found the one he wanted. Just as he was about to hit the buy button he mentioned which card it was. It was the same exact one that I was upgrading from on my computer, so I quickly shouted for him to stop. He did just in time. Now he didn't have to buy one. I could just give him my old one. So that's when he decided to switch to watching videos of snakes. Yes, I said snakes. He had a special interest in s

I dreamed I was visiting a country in Europe. I won't say the name of the country because I feel I've already maybe insulted the people of Canada in The Canadian Duck . I don't want to start looking like I think everybody else is strange. I guess this one doesn't do that though. In this dream they think I'm strange. I was staying with some people in this country I was visiting and I decided to make them a meal. The meal of choice was chili. I don't make chili very special or anything like that. I just follow the directions on the back of the spice packet. But I thought maybe it would be a nice meal that I could make that would taste okay, and I though maybe they didn't usually have it. That's when they began to question me. The recipe calls for kidney beans. They couldn't believe I'd use something like kidney beans in the chili. I kept telling them that this is what the recipe said to use, but they just seemed even more puzzled for some reas

One of the shortest dreams I will describe here is my most recent one where I dreamed I was a vampire. The dream probably lasted only about five seconds. I swooped down from above at my victim. That's it. The dream ended before I got to him. The dream happened because of several things. Some of them are disturbing and some of them are very good. I think maybe I'll start with the good and end with what I was disturbed by. When I was a kid I used to have very intense nightmares where I was being stalked and victimized by demons. These dreams lasted well into adulthood. I finally learned how to fight back against them, and I turned the tables on them. The victim became the aggressor. I learned to be the dominant figure in my dreams. I also learned that the dream world is a world of thought. If you can learn to think consciously there, then you can command and manipulate everything there. That doesn't always happen if it's not a very intense dream, but when it does it

I dreamed I was a kid. That sounds kind of fun until I tell you I was a kid in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. It's no fun at any age to be hunted by flesh eating zombies, but it can be even worse for a child to experience this. I guess the one good thing about the dream is that it was a long time into this zombie apocalypse. After awhile most of the zombies just slowed down and finally died. The only real problem was that the virus that caused people to turn into zombies was still doing its thing in lots of living people, turning them into zombies still. There was a large group of people, including whole families, who had barricaded themselves in the upper floors of a tall building in the middle of a now destroyed city. I was one of the many children in that group. One of the main problems with the kids was that some of them quite often spontaneously turned into child zombies and started eating people. You can imagine it wasn't a very pretty sight whenever that happen

This next dream is one like I've never had before. I dreamed I was a superhero. A bad superhero. I mean one who is incompetent, not a bad guy or villain. I became a superhero by bumbling my way into the wrong situation, but I don't remember the details of that part. I ended up near a situation where there was an active volcano. The government had plans to fire two missiles into the volcano to close it up. For some reason this volcano had opened up right at a turn on a freeway in the metro area, so it was important to fix it quickly. The missile strike on the volcano would be quick and easy without even interrupting traffic. By coincidence, I was riding on a bus, heading right for the volcano, when they were about to fire the missiles. I had to ride the bus sometimes as my normal self so nobody would discover my true identity as the superhero. My super sense told me that they were firing the missiles, so I decided to help make sure everything worked out okay. When they fir

My dream self is kind of obsessed with demons. I think it comes from all the years I've had encountering them in my dreams. They're really not fun at all, but I've had to deal with them in the dreams or they keep coming back. If I don't put a stop to a demon I meet then I'll keep having recurring dreams about it until I do something to stop it. So I'm constantly on the lookout for them. My most recent dream is an aggravating kind that I've had before. It involves, kind of, a particularly annoying, and I mean annoying and not as scary as some others, kind of demon I've come to know that I call imps. These imps are ugly little guys with pale skin and young faces. The reason for the pale skin is because they are somehow related to maggots. They have very sharp teeth and they like to suck out your soul by biting your back. They swear they're not vampires. The first thing you feel if you're lying on your side is something lying there behind you. Y

I found myself standing there in what I think of as the Dream World. I was in a house that seemed very familiar but I didn't think I had really ever been there before. I quickly began to think that something was very wrong. Something bad was happening. I looked around to find out if I could see what was wrong. That's when I saw a closed door in one of the walls of the room. That's when I thought maybe I knew what was wrong, what was bad. Demons! My dream self knows demons very well. I've learned how to fight them and defeat them. You never want to see a demon of this kind in your dreams. They don't look like monsters or anything like that. They look like very evil and ugly, distorted humans. They are the scariest, most dangerous things you might ever encounter. I have to say that I used to be terrified of these things, but I learned a long time ago not to have any fear of them. They feed on fear. Once I learned that all my fear vanished and I learned that the

This is kind of an ordinary one, but I think I should mention it so you can see what my dreams are like. I dreamed it was back when I was in my early teens. I was relaxing on the couch watching the Presidential debates for some reason. All of a sudden my two younger brothers came running through the room, the older one chasing the younger one. They turned and ran right over the couch and right over me. Of course I was irritated, but they were already through. Then they came back for another turn. As they headed right for me I yelled at them, "Get out of here!" As soon as I did, they both turned in unison to yell for our mother, who was in maybe another room or something, "Mom, he's picking on us!" This kind of thing actually happened quite a bit when I was a kid. Sometimes our mom would believe them and sometimes she wouldn't. But either way it was always a rotten thing to do to an older brother. I don't hold a grudge against them though. It wa

Last night I had a dream about a Canadian duck. No, not a Canada Duck. This duck was a winter holiday meal eaten in Canada. I dreamed that every winter there was a holiday where each and every Canadian person, old and young, baked a softball sized duck that was wrapped in bacon and smothered in butter. The ingredients of duck, bacon, and butter are very important. Each duck must be the same. The duck meal is so important that even if you are in a life or death situation you must save the duck before saving even yourself. In fact, in the dream there were several Canadian celebrities in a plane crash with their ducks. The news people only wanted to know if the ducks were saved. They were relieved to find out the celebrities made it out alive, but they asked about their ducks first. I wish I could remember more details than that, but that's my latest strange dream as far as I can remember. What do you think? Am I insane? Or do you dream similar things? Let me know.

I have always had very strange dreams. In this blog I think I have come up with an idea that nobody has ever thought of before. I am going to publish what I can remember from my strange dreams so others can see what they're like. Maybe you'll be entertained by them and maybe you won't. I am going to tell you right now that some of these dreams may be politically incorrect or just plain offensive. I can't help what I dream about, and I'm not going to censor anything. All I can do is tell the truth about what I experience. If you don't like what you see then stop reading. I still hope you'll be entertained by what lurks in the mind of a dreaming Rat. These posts will all be personal accounts of actual dreams I've had. I don't have a schedule for when posts will written. I'll write down my dreams when they happen. Let me know what you think in the comments section of each post. Tell me if you think they're freaky or if you think my dreams ma