Dreams have been looking up.
Since complaining about my dreams they have actually improved a lot. Here are two recent ones:
1) Caught in a drug bust.
In this dream, I went to a party with my friend Curtis. I didn’t know who would be there, but once I got there, I saw they were all people who were notorious for drug-taking. They started pulling out packets of white substances, which I found shocking. One had cocaine, one had heroin. There was another guy who had little white sticks, like sucker sticks, that were coated with some sort of drug.
We were all sitting around, and this messed-up looking guy came to the door. (We were in a cheap motel room that had a screen door.) I figured he was there to take drugs too, but he turned out to be an undercover policeman. All these other policemen came, and luckily, they started interviewing me first. I say luckily, because I wasn’t high on drugs or anything, and could answer their questions in a coherent way, so they wouldn’t have as much of a reason to take us all in. They kept trying to trick me, but they couldn’t do it. I felt pretty satisfied with myself.
2) The “Illusionist”
This was set in Victorian times. A bunch of people had come to see a performance by a man who claimed he could make things disappear because he was banishing them to another dimension. The audience believed he was just an illusionist, and came to watch for amusement. The man demonstrated by setting something up, clapping, which would make the lights go out for a fraction of a second, and then you would see that the thing was gone. He did this a couple times, and then didn’t set up any object. He just clapped, and when the lights came back on (in my dream, it was likes some sort of strobe effect), all the chairs in the theater were empty, but you heard all the people scream as they realized the man actually DID have the power banish them to another dimension. He clapped again, and then all the chairs were empty and the auditorium was silent.