I had quite a vivid dream last night. I guess it could be classified as a nightmare, actually.

In the dream, I was on the road as a musician and for some reason three of us musicians shared a room at a hotel and I remember vividly that we stayed in room 427. I think this is the very first time that I remembered any kind of numbers in my dreams, and this time I remember staring at the door to our hotel room and seeing room number 427.

Anyway, I was staying in the room by myself, and the other two musicians went out to get something to eat. And that’s when I started experiencing paranormal activity in this room. I remember seeing someone lying down on the bed and it was some strange person wrapped in plastic. I know, sounds eerie and weird, but that’s what I saw in the dream in this room. Then the person mysteriously vanished. And then, I started seeing the door to room 427 open and close all by itself!

Next, I must’ve called hotel security but I don’t recall ever making a phone call. But I remember them showing up and checking the place out. There was a walk-in closet and they checked that, and when they opened the door to the walk-in closet I thought I saw someone hanging from a rope in the closet. But it turned out to be a white bathrobe.

Then, the strangest part of the dream occured. Somehow I woke up or had awakened from consciousness (within the dream) and I was in another room on the first floor of the hotel. I remember it was on the first floor and near the lobby and hotel desk. This was strange because usually there aren’t any hotel rooms on the first floor, I don’t think. Anyway, in this hotel they had hotel rooms on the first floor. There were two young ladies in this hotel room and they said they had taken me in because they were worried about me. I had been running down the hall, frightened, claiming to have seen a ghost, but I don’t remember ever seeing the ghost or running away. And I was found only wearing a white bathrobe, the one I had seen in the walk-in closet in room 427, which I thought was a dead body.

Anyway, I just remembered seeking refuge from something terrible I’d experienced in room 427, and these two young ladies were kind enough to help me. Then the next thing I knew I was off to the next gig on this road trip, still feeling frightened from what I had experienced but not really knowing exactly what that was. Just feeling those fears of terror and dread.

When I had awoken from my “dream” it was around 4:07am. I didn’t have the blankets covering me, so I was feeling very cold when I woke up. I couldn’t go back to sleep so I went online and thought about doing a search on google… “haunted room 427″. At first I was actually afraid to do it for fear that I would find a Room 427 that was haunted somewhere… and sure enough, there was!

http://www.hauntedamericatours.com/buildings/

Driskill Hotel in Austin, Texas - One of the most famous hotels in the state of Texas, and long a gathering place for the state’s political players, it is said to be haunted by at least half a dozen ghosts, including the spirit of a young girl heard bouncing a ball down the main stairs; the ghost of founder Jesse Driskill himself; and a “suicide bride” who killed herself in room 427 in 1989.

The Driskill Hotel in Austin, Texas didn’t look anything at all like the hotel in my dream, so I feel so much better about that. But knowing there is a Room 427 there that is supposedly haunted, and connecting that to Room 427 in my dream sort of sends chills up and down my spine…. *shiver*

I had some dreams last night, which is truly rare for me. Last significant dreams I had, I documented them here.

So, I found myself suddenly in a college Physics class, and as if I’d been teleported here from another location… somehow magically, I felt totally out-of-place and apparently I was being reminded by my Physics professor that I’d been missing some homework.

To add to my utter frustration and confusion, I was sitting smack dab in the front of the class, not knowing what the heck was going on!

Anyway, this was a short snippet of a dream, but a dream nonetheless and given the rarity of my dreams, I try to write them down for later reference.

Incidentally, there was a very short dream of me being rather intimate with a black girlfriend. All I remember was we were very close together and I was admiring her face. And that’s all I remember, and good thing, being a “happily” married guy and all.

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Today is a peaceful Sunday for me, though the weather is not cooperating with me. There is sunshine here and there but right now the weather is a bit overcast.

I’m doing some gardening. Yesterday I bought a bunch of plants from Evergreen Nursery with my wife and her sister and their aunt. My little niece was there too. It was fun selecting new plants for the garden, but now I have to plant at least some of them today.

Digging holes for the better part of the afternoon.

Planting new plants and trimming shrubs and trees, etc…..

It’s good exercise. Haven’t done any yoga yet today, nor have I walked or ran in the past week or two. But the gardening is an awful lot of work and I’m getting my exercise for sure.

We also went to the meditation gardens at the SRF Temple in Encinitas. That inspired us to do more gardening and make the yard more like a meditation garden.

Gardening… is like a form of meditation.

I woke up early today (well, for a night person like me) so I thought I’d post an entry about a few strange dreams I had last night.

In one dream I was holding someone’s baby. I remember feeding her some baby food and rocking her to sleep. This was a short dream that ended with me walking around a room while rocking the baby to sleep and looking down at her face as she slept in bliss.

In another dream, I was in some kind of reunion with my brother-in-law’s family and relatives on my wife’s side of the family. We were in some kind of open grassy field. And I remember going back to the house to get my camera to take some family photos. Then I found myself searching for my camera frantically, and finally finding it.

In a third part of my dreams, I must’ve been some sort of paranormal psychologist or investigator. I remember going upstairs to this room and I had a colleague or friend with me. There were forces that were definitely affecting the room. For instance, I remember grabbing objects, like a baseball bat. Then some invisible force was trying to take the baseball bat away from me. Then when I was trying to leave the room, some unseen force was preventing me from opening the door to get out. I remember struggling with the door trying to force it to open. And eventually I was able to leave the room and head back downstairs. Once downstairs, I could hear the door opening and slamming shut rather violently, while there was obviously nobody up in the room. This was strange. There was some stairs leading only to that one room and nowhere else in this particular house.

There was a second part to this third dream. I found myself in this big warehouse and there was this one section of the warehouse that was sectioned from the rest of the building. Opening the door was extremely difficult as there seemed to be some invisible force trying to prevent me from opening it, but finally I got in to explore this section. There was an area that looked like a large work area… a huge rectangular work table with a computer in the center of it. Once again, there were invisible forces tugging at various objects we were holding or trying to hold. As if to try and take them away from us. And weird things were happening to the computer. We were trying to perform Google searches on this computer and the results were totally wrong. We would search for one thing, but the results were for something else. I was beginning to think that some paranormal forces were trying to tell us something, as if it were a Ouji board. Hehe… A digital, search engine Ouji board… how strange…

That sounds like it would be good scenario for a movie. Time to write a movie screenplay!

Anyway, pretty much after the third dream, I woke up early, with my heart beating a bit fast and hard. But, I’m okay. I actually fell asleep downstairs on the sofa, in front of the TV. I was watching “Shakespeare in Love”, or trying to and fell asleep in the process.

So, do you think these are rather strange dreams?

I seldom dream, or remember my dreams. So, for me, this is pretty significant.

I had some really weird dreams last night, but I could only remember a portion of them…

I was passing by this window in which there was this elderly lady, either a secretary or clerk. She had a jar full of peanut M&Ms that was hidden behind a picture frame, on a credenza near the window.

Quietly sneaking up to the window, I took 3 peanut M&Ms from the jar and tried to sneak away without anyone noticing. The old lady did somehow notice, and I realized she had noticed.

After a while, guilt overwhelmed me for having stolen the candy. I remember going back to her as she was leaving work, and apologizing for stealing her candy, which was obviously gone because I quickly ate them.

Then I remember following her, apologizing, and all-the-while she was giving me the silent treatment. I tried hugging her, and I remember crying, feeling so bad for having done such an evil thing.

We then arrived at this place where a Scottish Band was performing. She sat down and quietly ignored me. I remember looking at her, waiting for her to acknowledge me and to accept my apology, then I looked at the Scottish Band as they performed…

…then I woke up!

I had this strange, vivid dream last night.

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