Dreams 002 & 003 - flying, trademarked characters, a closet

I woke up in the middle of the night and was disappointed that I hadn't had any dreams. I thought to myself that this blog (or glorified dream diary) is going to put me under a lot of stress if I maintain this pattern. Yeah, right!

When I got back to sleep I made up for any shortfall of dreams in the first half of my slumber session.

*my first dream*

I was flying on a clear, warm day over what looked to be suburban homes. They were of the large cookie cutter style. Interesting part was that I was wearing large headphones that were playing the Superman theme song. It played in full as I took to the sky for an afternoon flight. It didn't take me long to realize that the music gave me the power of flight. As much as I loved dive bombing people in the park, I could hear the music ending and I had to land or risk falling from the sky. I landed in a park where some older women were working on knitting or a quilt or something. Anyway, they greeted me as I landed and that was it.

*end of first dream*

*my second dream*

I was sleeping in an unfamiliar room. I woke up to screaming and crying in the distance. As I was waking up, my eyes were adjusting to shadows in the room. My eyes caught a glimpse of a boy's shadow and I quickly looked away. Perfect, I thought. Ghosts!!!

I wasn't afraid, but just not wanting to deal with their hauntings right now. I was more concerned with the screaming elsewhere. So I ignored the little ghost boy and headed out in search of the commotion.

I arrived to the basement in my parents' house. My parents, brother, and sisters were there in a complete panic. Strangely, my grandfather who passed about 3 years ago was also there in a panicked state. My brother was standing in front of him, acting extremely protective. When I arrived, my mother was explaining their worry. She needed to put things away in the closet under the stairs, but she was afraid because the closet was the home to something scary. Slimer!

Yup, that's right. Slimer from Ghostbusters. Really Mom??!! They were all terrified of being slimed. My grandfather had an especially terrified look. My sisters had already passed out from fear. I just looked at them all like they were crazy.

I'm not sure if in the dream I didn't believe them or if I just wasn't afraid. There was merit to both arguments. I was fully aware that this ghost that they feared was from a movie. I was also not scared of the creepy ghost boy when I woke up, so you can see how it could go either way...

I opened the closet door and started following my mom's instructions for what she wanted done in there. All I remember is tons of things that were wool and plaid, so probably a lot of clothing. Slimer never appeared, but my family was still freaking out. I told them to leave if they were too scared to stay. Some did. I remember that my parents stayed but I don't remember who else.

*end of second dream*