Dreamed on July 3 and July 4, 2007

Okay, this is a double post because they’re kinda lame, but they’re the first dreams I’ve remembered in significant detail in a while.

July 3rd’s dream:

I was in the back of a pickup truck that my dad was driving, holding onto a bag and my skateboard to keep them from flying out the back of the truck. The highway was empty but a police car came out of nowhere and pulled us over. We pulled over at the entrance of some sort of park that featured a trail around it, but parts of the trail lead into several small lakes, and continued on the other side of the lakes. There were children playing in each of the lakes.

The police officer took the bag that I had been holding onto, and then asked for my hands. He took a razor blade and made eight slices; two in both of my thumbs and two more in both of my index fingers. At this point my dad was in the truck and I got in the passenger seat, and we made an escape from the police officer, who dad claimed wasn’t really a police officer. The man and my dad had some sort of history between them, but it wasn’t clear what that was. We drove around the trail, through the lakes. I was terrified that we were going to hit kids, but we seemed to pass right through them, though they weren’t ghosts or anything of the sort.

When we finally reached our destination, we were inside a large building that exited to a large staircase, existing where the Bishop’s Falls Medical Clinic exists in real life. As I walked down the stairs, I woke up.

July 4th’s dream:

I was back home in Bishop’s Falls, and as I was going through town, I noticed television cameras set up on every second fencepost in town. “Weird,” I thought to myself. It turns out that the entire town was now the subject of a reality show of some sort. I noticed it as I was at my mom’s house, and she was watching something on TV that resembled an Alien Workshop skateboard video. (I spent the night watching a bunch of those before I went to bed, haha.) I recognized it as a reality show about the town, however. I said something to my mom, though I forget what, then grabbed a bottle of lemonade form the fridge and left.

I went skateboarding with my friend Nick, which led us to a sketchy pseudo-skate park, where we met a bald skater who looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties. He somewhat resembled Dan Adriano of Alkaline Trio. For some reason, his name was Voltaire.

Nick and I were up on a higher platform which was like a mini-ramp halfpipe with a manual pad in the middle. I went to the edge to jump down into the rest of the park, but the drop was too high. The mini-ramp and manual pad were in extremely busted condition, and as I was attempting a trick onto the manual pad, it broke and I went down. The end.