Dream, 9 June 1992

Very strange dreams since I've been taking that Hismanal for the hives. The night before last I dreamt that I beat the shit out of a girl named Judith (from high school) because she was taunting me and severely testing my nerves. Smashed her face into the wall and everything. She was a bitch in real life; she probably deserved it anyway.

Last night's dream was very surreal in a way, and sometimes scary, too. I dreamt that Derek, my family, and I were in some huge house attending some sort of function. It was crowded, with lots of older, distinguished types in attendance. At some point I lost Derek, and I looked all over the house for him. I looked for him in the library; when I looked up at the balcony, I saw Dustin Hoffman (!), who asked me what I wanted. I started to say that I was looking for Derek, but I suddenly forgot his name and couldn't get it out for a full minute, which was terribly embarrassing! Finally, I told him to look for Derek Lichter, but he was nowhere to be found. I started to worry that something awful had happened to him, but I couldn't do anything about it.

Then my perspective switched to that of some man, though somehow I was still myself. I was with another man, and for some reason we sneaked into this sort of run-down house next door. We got upstairs into this tiny room that looked like a small child's room. I don't remember what we did in that room, but eventually we had to leave because the father came around. We jumped through the window onto the part of the roof below it, and we were trying to get down before he got us with the shotgun he was brandishing. It seemed pretty funny at that point, so we taunted him from the ground, and he started shooting. My friend ran one way and I ran up the street and back behind a house until things looked unfamiliar. Then a small dog ran up to me, and I knew that I should follow it, so we ran through many backyards until I found that house again. The dog left after barking goodbye.

I was still a man, but I wasn't myself anymore. The two of us sneaked up the stairs into the house again, and we grabbed a bottle of liquor out from under the father's nose. He roared and chased us with the shotgun, but we escaped. At some point I-as-I fell in love with his daughter. I sneaked in to see her, and eventually he caught me there and threatened me, but she held her father off, and then we were together. I know that I myself did eventually find Derek, but I can't recall how or when.

The next part of the dream is harder to recall. I was myself, and somehow I was staying with some family whose house was usually very dark and had a stream nearby. For some reason I was doing the dishes, but forgot to put detergent in the dishwasher. I also spent a lot of time in the bathroom for some reason.

Then, at some point, I was asked to help put on a play for/with some children. I played a young boy at first. I could get into the pants but not the shirt, so I had to wear my own. I don't recall the subject of the play, but it was performed by that stream. Later on, during the play, I fell into a deep part of the water and couldn't get to the surface, so I struggled and thrashed until they pulled me out. I feel that there was something else in this part of the dream that was very striking, but I can't remember now. The dream ended not long after the water incident. I wonder if the Hismanal is inducing these dreams.