My Nightmares Are Driving Me Crazy!

Crips_Bloods-gangThis one is in two parts.

  1. I somehow ended up in a fast food joint where my brothers, Ronnie and Ricky, worked. I told them I don’t know how or why I’m there, but I’m going home (even though I don’t have a clue where home was). The restaurant was in a part of Mt. Vernon, NY I wasn’t familiar with. Ricky told me, “Don’t go outside because the cops are busting people’s chops.” I said, “I just came from outside. There were no cops.” I decided to bounce. Sure enough, as soon as I exit the door, these two policemen standing on the sidewalk turn and yell at me to go back inside, I yelled back, “Alright!” and did what they said. I told my brothers I had to leave one way or another. (At this point the fast food joint turns into their house). Mom was also there, as she always seem to be in my nightmares, and told me to just stay there. Nope. Not gonna happen. I look out the window from the 2nd floor where I was on and I can see people milling about on the street. A few of them were gangstas, but it was broad daylight so I figured I’d chance it. I asked Rick and Ronnie where my home was and they said they didn’t know. I said, “Ok, where’s the Mt. Vernon Public Library?” They both said they didn’t know. The library?! How could they not know where the library was? So I said, “Ok, where’s Gramatan Avenue?” One pointed this way, the other pointed that way. I was, like, what the hell? Which way is Gramatan Ave, but they didn’t know. What?! So I asked them, “Where’s Jasper’s Taxi?” They said they didn’t know. I said, “What the fuck. We’ve been taking that cab for years!” Then I asked them, “Where’s Walbaum’s Supermarket?” They said they didn’t know. Unbelievable! So I exited their apartment. As soon as I got to the street, this gangsta fool comes running up shooting. So I ran behind a dumpster for protection. Sure enough, he started running around the dumpster blasting away. This is the weird part. I started thinking, in my nightmare, “Ah, I won’t get hit because whenever I get these dumb nightmares, I always wake up before something tragic happens.” Not this time. I take a bunch of bullets in my chest and arms THEN I woke up. That was a first.
  2. I went back to sleep and found myself in a gangsta’s den where everyone was playing video games. For some reason, Ihad to lead one of the gang bangers to safety. So, exiting the den, I ambled through a crowd of ghetto folks with this guy following me closely. As soon as I turn a corner, everyone that’s screaming and hauling ass because the police showed up. But they we’re shooting; they were carrying barrels of oil, steaming oil and splashing it on people. Eventually, the cops splashed the oil on the guy I was supposed to protect and burned him up real good. I started thinking, again, “Well, this is just one of my nightmares and I will wake up before I got splashed.” Nope. I got splashed THEN I woke up. So now I’ve been awake since 3AM and will just stay awake. Lizard Boy doesn’t want me to sleep, I guess. The hypervigilance is driving me crazy, though.

Most Painful Nightmare Ever

crabsLast night I had the most painful nightmare ever. I was one of nine crew members of a space ship, sort of like the one in Alien. I’m strolling through this room, just minding my business, when this…thing…jumped from the ceiling and right onto me. I’d say it was about the size of a house cat. The difference is this thing was white, had about four or six spindly, articulated legs (I couldn’t tell the number because the alien creature moved so fast), had a hard outer layer like a crab or lobster, and had jagged spikes all over its body like a horny toad. When it landed on my arm it immediately started skuttling around, all around, my arm. And it hurt like hell. Extreme hell. The ends of the legs were tapered to a sharp, painful point and, although you couldn’t see it, the underside of its body, the part that rubbed against you, had the most painful acid known to man.

Anyway, there I am, screaming in extreme agony, racing down a dark hall while the alien just skuttles around my body. Obviously, the combination of the legs and acid was so excruciating it’s like I would have dived into an active volcano just to be free of the thing. The thing was fast and had a strong grip, too. While running, trying to pry it off my right arm, if I was successful, it simply grabbed my left arm and started running around that. Somewhere along the way, it made itself invisible. So, now, I was agonizingly busy trying to pull an alien off my body which I couldn’t see.

Up ahead of me and to the right, there’s was a square tube which leads to the floor below. The inside of the tube was red. I dived through it…and the pain was gone by the time I exited it. There were six crew members in that space the size of a classroom. All watching TV, they were attired in the same way – navy blue jump suit with white boots and a white square the size of a record album on the back of their suits. The corners of the square was round, like an old-fashioned TV.

I yelled to them that a dangerous alien thing was running around. No one paid attention to me so I left the room and strolled into the adjoining kitchen. (I purposefully said ‘strolled’ because that was unusual for what I had just been through. In reality, I would’ve raced into the kitchen, waving my arms, screaming like a banshee).

There two crew members in the kitchen standing around the electric range looking at two! of those spindly alien creatures. “Get rid of those things,” I screamed, but my fellow crew said, “Are you kidding? These things are cute). I was like, suit yourself, and went back into the TV room.

While there I yelled to the kitchen crew, “Get rid of those things!” again, but I guess they just ignored my warning. Seconds later, they both started screaming like a burning safe fell on their feet. This startled the complacent others who jumped up to protect themselves. I yelled to them, “Grab something red! It can’t stand red! (The creature also can’t stand bleach; I seemed to know that but don’t remember the incident I saw which illustrated that).

The kitchen crew came racing, screaming, into the TV room, trying their level best to get those damned things, back to being invisible, off them. I grabbed a circular platter with a red face off a center table and held it out to shield myself from those things. It failed. One of the creatures leaped to my right arm. Once again, I was in unbearably agonizing pain trying to get this speedy, invisible monster.

I zipped into the another room, a bedroom, and jumped up on the bed and flew into the corner, all the while still trying to pull this thing off me. And of course, when I did manage to pull it off one arm, it simply started scuttling around the other, then around my waist, and so on. Unbelievable agonizing pain from the acid and the spikes.

Naturally, this crazy nightmare jarred me awake in my car at around 4AM. This is what precipitated this grotesque mashup of the science fiction/horror movies Alien and Moon:

  1. I was awakened around 2AM by a big, red, noisy truck pulling up right behind my car. Then I heard the men from the truck exit their vehicle. Seconds later I heard one of them say, “Oh, he’s sleeping,” to which another added, “Ok, well, we’ll just see about it later,” or something like that. I didn’t bother sitting up but their conversation stayed on my mind. That made me nervous.
  2. I did sit up to take a leak around 2:30AM. Up ahead in the distance, there was a tall garbage can (with a white square just like my crew member’s suit, BTW) sitting in a hedge. Being half-asleep, and in the dark, the sight made it look like I was being watched by someone from the hedge. That made me nervous, too.
  3. While trying to sleep in the car, the occasional jogger or walker would come by; the sudden scraping of feet on the gravel outside my window made me jump a few times.
  4. I’ve been very disturbed by the actions of the Black Lives Matter movement. They want black people to be treated more fairly and rise up from the poverty but, to me, it seems misguided. If you go to school and work hard, you’ll make something of yourself, not me the guy slinging dope on the corner. I hear things from BLM such as, “Some black people don’t like school” or “The system is keeping us down” or “The police target and kill us more than white people.” Well, for one thing, “liking” school is a statement that should never be in play. School should be mandatory, no ifs, ands or buts. 100% of all kids in school, no exception. The second thing is, what is the system? Are schools free? Yes? Is there welfare? Yes. Any openings in the military? Yes. Free job training, free computer training, free vocational assistance from government entities? You bet. Subsidized housing? Absolutely; admittedly, housing is an issue. I should know, of course. But it is there, just not as efficient as it should be, though. But still…the police target us more than white people. Well, last year, the police killed 250 white people and 125 black people. Our total numbers are smaller, therefore our death rate is higher, but am I to believe a lot of these black guys who were killed by the police were on their way to church or their place of employment and dressed respectably like a grown man should? Could me, but I hardly doubt that. If that does happen, then yes, profiling sucks and needs to stop. I, for one, am too scared to give the police lip. If they yell, “Get on the floor!” I’ll be on my chest so fast you’d think my legs just disappeared. Protesting is good, and necessary. Cutting off bridges, getting into people’s faces, grabbing the mic from public speakers, and turning vigils into political arenas may not be the best way. And, of course, let’s be honest – way more black guys die at the hands of other black guys. Surely their lives must matter, too? Where is the protest on the bridge about that? I’d sure love to see a protest for more or better schools, a protest to force the government to build parks and community centers in blighted neighborhoods, a protest to stop alcohol deliveries and drugs into the neighborhood. Brother Michael said it best: “The Man in the Mirror, that’s where the change begins, baby.”

I knew exactly what happed last night. My amygdala, or as you’ll remember what I call it – Lizard Boy – was in overdrive, DEFCON 5. It was telling me to wave up and flee. Since LB couldn’t activate my muscles, the next best thing was to stir the memory recall parts of the brain and twist the scenario to drive me crazy. As it turns out, those memory parts, the hippocampus, the cingulate gyrus, the thalamus, the hypothalamus, and the epithalamus are all LB’s neighbors in the limbic system. Anyway, this nightmare is going to rock my entire day and I will be remembering it the rest of my life. Thanks, LB. You sure know how to warn a guy.