Last Night’s Tornado Dream

Last night, I dreamt that I was back in college, living in an apartment.  I was in the complex’s laundry room, doing laundry.  I decided that I might as well go ahead and wash what I was wearing so I took off my shoes, stripped down to my bra and panties, and tossed my clothes into the washer.  After I did that, I suddenly realized that the laundry room door was wide open so I quickly walked over to it, shut it, and locked it.  I then sat on top of the dryer, and listened to the washing machine as it filled with water.  As soon as the spin cycle started, I heard a low rumbling of thunder.

Someone tried to open the door but, because the door was locked, they could only turn the door knob.  “Just a minute,” I shouted.

I then look back at the washing machine and I realized that it was going to be more than a minute and I was like, “Why did I get undressed?  What was I thinking?”

There was more thunder and suddenly, I could hear the wind howling and the sound of a heavy rain falling.  I realized that the door to my apartment was unlocked and that the window might also be open but I didn’t want to have to run through the rain, barefoot and in only my underwear, to go check.

I looked back at the washing machine and I realized it was nowhere near done.  I sighed and again asked myself what I was thinking.

I got hopped off the dryer and walked around the laundry room, looking for anything I could wear but I didn’t find anything.  After a few minutes, I realized that even my shoes had apparently vanished.  Finally, I decided that I would just have to run through the rain in my current undressed state but, as I walked up to the laundry room door, I suddenly heard the tornado sirens going off.  Realizing that there was a tornado in the area and that my apartment was probably going to be destroyed regardless, I sat down in a corner of the laundry room.

As I listened to wind, rain, thunder, sirens, and the sound of the washing machine, I said, “I wish I had something to read.”

Suddenly, I heard someone knocking on the door.  I realized they were probably looking for shelter from the tornado but, at the same time, I didn’t know who they were.  I walked over to the door and I said, “Listen, I’m going to let you in but I’m like half-naked right now, okay?”

There wasn’t any reply and I started to worry that maybe the tornado had gotten whoever was looking for shelter.  I reached down to unlock the door but then I realized that the washing machine was no longer making any noise.  I turned around to look at it….

And that’s all I remember.

Last Night’s Weird College Dream

Ever since the COVID-19 lockdown began, I’ve been having a lot of dreams, which I guess makes sense.  When something’s on your mind as much as this is, you’re going to have dreams about it.  Unfortunately, the dreams always seem to fade from memory as soon as I wake up.  I’m left with the vague knowledge that I dreamed about something but I can’t really remember what.  From now on, I’m going to make more of an effort to write down what I can as soon as I wake up.

Fortunately, last night’s dream was a long one so I can actually remember it fairly well.

This dream took place when I was going to college.  I was living in a dorm but I also had a house that I was renting in town.  The house didn’t have any electricity, running water, or furniture but it was a place that I could go whenever I wanted to be alone.  I would go to the house with a pad of paper and I would spend days writing.  Over the course of the first part of the dream, I actually wrote an entire novel in long-hand.  I took all of the pages and I taped them to the walls of the house and then I would walk from room to room, reading what I had written.

Unfortunately, once I had done all that, I realized that I hadn’t gone to any of my classes for nearly a month and that there was no way I was ever going to pass any of my classes!  But I didn’t care because I had a place of my own and I had written a novel.

I was feeling quite proud of myself when, suddenly, I remembered that my aunt was coming to the college to visit me.  Not wanting her to discover that I had essentially dropped out of school, I rushed back to the campus and I met her outside of my old dorm.  I was feeling paranoid that she would discover that I hadn’t been on campus in a month so I decided (for some reason) that it would be a good idea to show her my dorm room.  I assumed that the room was still the way I had left it and, after she saw it, she would believe that I was still going to class.  It was dream logic.

So, we went into the dorm and up to the second floor.  However, since I had last been on campus, the second floor had changed.  It now appeared to be a gigantic and rather busy library.  I knew that my room had to be somewhere on the floor but all I could see were rows and rows of books.  I kept leading my aunt around, looking for my room while pretending like I knew where I was going,  Finally, my aunt got frustrated with me and said she was going to wait outside.  She told me to come find her once I found my room.

After she left, I continued to search for my room but I couldn’t find it.  Then I realized that I wasn’t sure what my aunt meant when she said she was going to wait outside.  I went downstairs and then stepped outside but I couldn’t see my aunt anywhere.

I started walking around campus, looking for my aunt.  It was a cold night and the wind was howling and I soon realized that the campus looked totally different to me.  I decided that I needed to return to the dorm but suddenly, I couldn’t remember where the dorm was.  I spent the entire night walking around the campus, trying to find something that looked familiar.

The next morning, having had no sleep, I stumbled into a gas station and I asked the woman behind the counter if she could tell me where the dorm was.

“Which dorm?” she asked.

I couldn’t remember the name of my dorm.  “My mind’s going,” I told the woman.

And then I woke up.

 

Last Night’s Old Apartment Building Dream

In last night’s dream, I was driving through a small town when I spotted an old apartment building sitting off of the side of the road.  I realized that it was the same apartment building where I had lived during my second year of college.  I also noticed that several tables, covered in boxes, televisions, computers, books, magazines, old video tapes, DVDs, and other random things had been set up in the buildings parking lot.  People were grabbing things off of the tables and walking off with them.

I pulled my car over to the side, got out, and walked up to the parking lot.  A man approached me and told me that the apartment building had been sold and was going to be torn down.  The tables, he said, were covered with things that had been left in the building over the years.  I asked him how much everything cost and he said they weren’t selling anything.  It was all just being given away to whoever wanted it.

I started to look over the tables and I immediately started finding things that once belonged to me.  I came across old clothes, books, movies, and even some mail that had been addressed to me.  I opened up some boxes and I discovered some of my old notebooks, poems, short stories, and diaries.  I started grabbing everything I could, trying to make sure that I could get everything before some stranger grabbed it.

And that’s when I woke up.

Last Night’s Weird Dorm Nightmare

Last night’s dream started out nicely but then it got weird and disturbing towards the end.

I dreamt that I was back in college and I had just moved into my new dorm.  I had this gigantic, three-room suite all to myself and I was so excited.  I invited all of my friends over and we had a big party, decorating the place.  I was having a great time until I noticed that there was a guy at the party that I had never seen before.

He was tall, thin, and pale with messy blonde hair.  When I first saw him, he was standing in front of a wall mirror, staring at his reflection.  I noticed that he had what appeared to be a huge cyst on his right jaw and he kept pushing down on it with his finger.  Suddenly, he started to squeeze the cyst.

“Stop doing that!” I snapped at him as the cyst burst open in a mix of blood and puss.

Holding his hand over his face, he turned away from the mirror and looked at me.  He lowered his hand, revealing that he now had a bloody hole on his face, through which I could see his jawbone.

And that’s when I woke up!

Don’t you hate it when a perfectly good dream is interrupted by a nightmare?