Frankenstein was a Jewish Transylvanian, I knew this because I heard his Hebrew name being sung sadly. I was watching a movie about an actor who was going there as a con artist. As a disguise, he bought a top hat and a cane. He had a meeting with some doctors after which he would be able to go to Transylvania. During the meeting, I took the actor’s place: now I was the con man. I didn’t know what to say. The doctors were talking about different kinds of thrombosis. The doctors discovered I was a fraud and told me to leave.
I realized my top hat was actually the hat of a civil war soldier. Walking the streets homeless, I wondered how I would get to Transylvania. There was a child playing in the street and I saved his life by pushing him out of the way of a car. I saw lots of Transylvanian symbols at a street shop. Nearby there were dancing gypsy women and I recognized that they were from Transylvania. My hat had a symbol of Frankenstein on it.
As I continued walking, the street became an ominous path by the sea. It was dark, there were drooping willow trees on the left side and the sea on the right. The ground was wet with many puddles. I kept walking hoping that this path would take me to Transylvania. A young boy came from behind and called to me saying that the road was dangerous. His teacher had been knocked over by a wave and pulled into the sea. Suddenly, a raging wind lifted me and the boy. I no longer saw him, I was being whisked away to Transylvania. There was a moaning gypsy woman calling as I tumbled through the air.
I was driving around when I came across a familiar neighborhood. There I found an apartment complex which I somehow recognized as the location of an old home where I once lived. I went inside to visit. The whole apartment complex had largely been reclaimed by nature. Plants and trees grew wild through the apartments and the halls.
I visited what was supposedly my old apartment. I went out to the backyard where there were many feral cats and dogs. They were all vicious and aggressive. There was also a pool with a great white shark inside. I fell into the pool and the great white came after me. I used a pool floaty as a buffer between me and the shark. I had to constantly swim to maneuver the floaty between myself and the shark. He would come ramming against it full of force. Eventually, I got out of the pool and looked in. Now there was a cat on the floaty. This time the shark jumped from the water and ate the cat and floaty effortlessly. I was relieved it wasn’t me.
I went to the common pool area of the apartment complex and found a couple people relaxing in lawn chairs. I was surprised that they still inhabitated these abandoned ruins of an apartment complex. They seemed to scoff at me for thinking it was wild at all.
A little black boy was in the back bathroom of my house. At first, I thought he was trying to steal something so I called my dad. Dad was very upset and started yelling loudly. I just wanted to hear the boy’s story so I tried to reason with dad to stop yelling and let the boy speak. Still he kept on yelling. I asked the boy what his name was and he said, “Daniel”. I said, “What a coincidence that’s my name too”. Then I noticed he wasn’t taking anything at all. He had a piece of paper with Holy Scripture on it.
I was hanging out with a very beautiful girl in the bathroom. We were getting along so well and she had laid out everything I desired on the counter top. She was naked. Her breasts were exquisite and her figure was incredible. Casually I looked at her in the mirror and that is when things began to appear different than what they seemed. For as I looked in the mirror, I saw only my naked self looking back at me. I tried not to think anymore of it. We played around some more before she asked me to sit down in a reclining chair. When I did, I felt that I couldn’t move. I struggled to get up but it was to no avail. Then I felt a pressure as something began to invade and thrust into me. The girl told me she was going to kill me. I was being raped and impaled to death.
I was swimming in the ocean when I was attacked by a Great White. I struggled with the shark and was able to kill him although he bit off my hand. I returned to shore where the tribe people celebrated my victory. I went to stay with my girlfriend and we sat under a waterfall enjoying the pleasantness of the situation.
I was with the family in when I heard the doorbell ring. Who would ring the doorbell at 1 am? Scared but curious I answered the door and there was nothing. My dad wanted me to forget about it but I worried. I turned on a lot of lights in the house. In my dad’s closet I found a bald white teenager hiding. He had come to steal from us? I asked him who he was and he said Packet. He refused to tell me more because the police would come.
My fight instincts came in and I grappled him to the ground. I couldn’t let go of him and I was calling my dad to get the police but he wouldn’t do it so I called for my mom to do it. I think my dad eventually called. I fetched my sword and bashed the intruder with it several times. The thief turned into my cat but I was not tricked so I bashed him a couple times. I had misgivings about being so violent towards him so I declared something like, ‘How would I use my sword for good’. He turned into a mouse which was much smaller. I said, if only you stole from us in mouse form, we wouldn’t even care how much you took. The police weren’t coming. I didn’t want to kill him but I was afraid if I let him go he would remember us and come back for revenge. I tried reasoning with him and calling him by his name, Packet.
He eventually did escape in the form of my cat. Then I saw him and my “real” cat in an epic chase in the yard. The two cats were chasing each other around and which one was which. Their chase went to the roof of a neighbor’s house and I could only watch from a distance, completely dumbfounded. Eventually the chase came back into our yard. I tried swatting the one that seemed to be being chased a few times. Eventually, he tried to flee back into our house. My mom noted he had also been de-clawed like our cat. I think the resolving solution was just to adopt him as another cat.
* – We did not de-claw our cat, it was like that when we adopted it. De-clawing cats is inhumane.
Notes on My Personal Interpretation of the Intruder Dreams:
In 2008, I had a bad experience while playing with my cat. I was holding him in the air and he hissed loudly. As I put him down, he went limp on the ground. He had suffered a fatal heart attack. It was a deeply traumatic experience for me. My parents got another fat orange cat to help me cope with the loss.
Initially recording the dream, I thought that the intruder had turned into my present living cat. On further reflection, however, it dawned on me that he was actually a manifestation of death and my cat that had died.
I was talking to my girlfriend on the phone in the backyard. She was mad at me saying I hadn’t spent enough time with her. She was going to go play pool with another man who she said was a friend. I said okay but deep down I was mad about it. I looked in the reflection of my cell phone and saw a man creeping past me.
I confronted the man and told him I was going to hold him and call the police. We struggled fiercely. We were locked in a grip on the ground. I tried eye gouging the man to stop him from struggling. I tried to call my dad and mom for help but they wouldn’t come. I became aware that my dad was reading the news and wasn’t taking my calls for help seriously.
I became aware that I was holding my cat in a death grip. I realized I must have been dreaming or was tricked by the intruder. I let go of him because I didn’t want to hurt my cat. I was still mad at my dad so we argued about it at dinner. He was arguing that no one took him seriously about his politics. I argued that he wasn’t taking my calls for help seriously.