The Dreams of Kit Carruthers 2016
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December 12th, 2017
I'm at a party and some guy starts shooting people up. He says I can save my life by taking the fall for it. Now, I'm at some kind of prisony place, with my father on the other side of the bars. I tell him the only way to save my life was to take the fall for this guy. He's very understanding. He then says "By the way, this is your daughter" and puts a baby up on the table. I remembered a few dreams ago I had a daughter. Then a few dreams later I'm telling people about this dream I just had and one of them says "There's a time and a place..." or something.

October 18th, 2017
Okay, NOW I'll start recording my dreams again.

My parents own a bunch of grain elevators and they're stinking rich. I'm in the car with my parents and some of my cousin's children (they haven't had any children yet) but a voice tells me they can't hear me because this is just a vision of the future and I'm not there yet.

July 17th, 2017
Whoops, I've been forgetting to record my dreams.

My old boss, who is an extremely nice guy, sends me a text that he was pissed off about me disrespecting him (I had not disrespected him) and if it happens again he's going to hunt me down. My uncle tells me that he had a particularly stessful event and now he has dual personalities.

November 25th, 2016
I was the chosen one... I had these weird fugue states where God, or something, speaks through me. I never remember any of them. I call them my "weird moods." Everybody hates me for the things I say in my weird moods, but they need to be said. Everybody thinks I'm weird and crazy. I think I'm weird and crazy. I feel so uncomfortable it's almost too much to bare. This isn't how it was supposed to be. I never knew this was the price of being the chosen one. I walk into a room full of Muslims with knives out. I'm told they all want to kill me, but for whatever reason they can't yet... They're going to soon but not yet. I slowly walk past them all to the back of the room, turn around and walk out, everybody glaring at me, silent, with knives drawn.

October 27th, 2016
I got abducted by ISIS. But they were all really nice guys and we had a blast.

October 3rd, 2o16
This asian guy with a big gun came to the door at our house in Brandon. He tells me they are starting a new society, for only smart people. I say something like that's great, I fancy myself a pretty smart person. He takes over the house and puts everybody in the living room. All our family was there. We watch the news and see that society is falling all over the world. They start calling people into the other room, one at a time. The people that come back say the test is pretty easy, but one of them tells me that he will kill me for anything less than a perfect score, as I had been so cocky before. I figure I'll probably be fine, but before I go in I tell my mother this may be the last she sees me. I go in and make a plea for not killing me, he says no. I look at the test and the questions make absolutely no sense. I freak out and woke up.

September 24th, 2016
I couldn't stop insulting David Schwimmer. He had done nothing to provoke me.

August 18th, 2016
I was watching a movie trailer about a woman who disowns her son because he has an oddly shaped foot. Their house was all flooded and they swam from room to room.

May 21st, 2016
I was walking along and I saw Jon Batiste. I suddenly got the uncontrollable urge to do a funky silly walk. He says "Yeeaaahh!" and I say "It's not me, my knee's fucked up" and he says "...Okay!"

April 7th, 2016
I'm confronted by this guy that looks kinda like a bigger (little hippy) with a slightly different face. I immediately feel threatened by this guy. He says "I'm (little hippy)." And I'm all like... "Um... Okay..." and wonder what he's done with little hippy. A long time of him subtly threatening us and telling us to do things. Eventually I get more comfortable with him, but still unsure about whether or not he's going to kill us. He tells me of this story he wants me to write, I don't really remember it. I'm all like "Um... Okay..." and then, at a bus stop or something, the religious kid from my high school comes and shoots him dead. I give him a high five but then I feel kinda bad, like I'm betraying fake little hippy by giving him a high five.

March 16th, 2016
My dad is picking me up from volounteering at the cat shelter. Usually we pick up some person, different every day, and drop them off. No we don't normally do this, just in the dream we do this. So he forgets to pick up the other person, and after we turn on to the street I remember we forgot to pick up our guest. Dad wanders around aimlessly, going all sorts of strange places and no logical places. I'm all like "no go this way" and "no go that way." Eventually we come to a parking garage. Dad enters, there's no lights, there's no headlights, everything is pitch black. I'm all "TURN THE LIGHTS ON TURN THE LIGHTS ON" but my father says nothing. We get to the bottom of the ramp and it's just a bottomless pit at the bottom. We start falling, I accept death, and then I wake up.

February 19th, 2016
Somebody explained and demonstrated wormholes for me in a very practical way that made a lot of sense. He showed me a particle shooting out of a thing and disappearing. Then he put another one of those things on the other side and showed a particle disappearing and then reappearing on the other side. When I woke up I forgot how to do it but for a moment there I totally understood wormholes.

Yeah, I didn't log my dreams for a while there.

November 23rd, 2013
Murder has become very common. Almost everybody was a murderer, including my fictional girlfriend, who had killed three people. I was scared and alone. I was trying to reconcile my feelings about murder with my feelings for my fictional girlfriend. It was difficult. Everybody's terrible except for you, of course. And I was rather turned on by my girlfriend the murderer.

October 16th, 2013
I'm some sort of a prophet and this one holy woman isn't pleased with me. She calls me a false prophet. Later we're in a church and the preacher introduces a group of prophets who call themselves "mouths gaping wide open." Which I thought was kind of a stupid name for a group of prophets... Sounds more like a rock band. And it's a bit presumptuous. They say some stuff and nobody's all that interested. In a desperate tone, the woman requests from anybody in the audience to kill me. Nobody gets up. She runs towards me and tries to stab me, I start trying to stab her, then I wake up before anybody wins the fight.

April 17th, 2013
I was in some kind of classroom when my old friend Matteo walked in, went and did something in the corner, then suddenly a really loud alarm went off. So loud. Like it was amplified. It hurt my ears. Then i saw he had some sort of device attached to the alarm that makes it louder. Cut to a new room. Matteo comes in and does it again. Cut to a new room... I ask Matteo "how many times do you think you can do this before they, like, throw you in jail?" and Matteo says "I wonder..."

Cut to some other kid doing the same thing. Apparently Matteo has made this device really popular. A bunch of these people are in a group, wearing white robes, and are making it their mission to do this as much as they can before getting stopped. Matteo says he's off to do his work and me and some guy I was with ask if we can come with him. He says sure. Cut to some kind of church basement where there's some sort of an event going on. Matteo puts this device on an alarm... I forgot to say the device has a timer. Everyone thinks it's a bomb and they freak out.

April 6th, 2013
I was at a sleepover with my friend Arthur and my friend Cas. Also P Diddy was there. I was dipping a stuffed monkey in cheese dip and eating it. So I'm in a movie and there's some sort of cruel joke being played on me. I keep talking to these people but then I go inside and the doctor tells me I was just having a conversation with myself. He shows me a video of me talking to myself when somebody else calls out "now hold on a minute!" and shows a video of me talking to people. The movie is shut off and I'm observing a classroom. The teacher asks the class if I was crazy... Half the class says I was crazy, the other half of the class says I was being tricked. I happen to know for a fact that I was being tricked.

April 20th, 2012
So I'm jumping on a trampoline with some random guy I don't think I know. We noticed his dog drinking out of his water dish then getting all dizzy and out of it. Some guy then goes and drinks the water to see what's up with that. Then he's all like "dude you gotta try this" so I go over and drink some of the water and it just tastes like some kind of vile chemical. Then it feels like I'm on some kind of a deleriant. A weak deleriant. Some guy just keeps drinking it and drinking it and he throws up all over the place and then goes back and keeps drinking it. Skip to us being in his basement, which is actually my old basement. He keeps drinking it and comparing it to other drugs. Talking about how after awhile he can control the hallucinations. I'm all like dude stop drinking it. And I can still taste the chemical in my mouth. And some guy just won't shut up about how great this is. It was disgusting. Then I wake up.

March 13th, 2012
I had just finished opening a restaurant in my old apartment with my old friend Jarrod, when suddenly I was a hippie grunge rocker played by some guy with long blonde hair. Somebody familiar... I don't know who he is but he isn't me. He blacked out and was told by God, played by James Franco, that he was in a coma. God tells my character once he gets out he gets famous and he has three good records out before he dies at age 27. He says he dies from a heart failure because of extreme heroin addiction. My character had never previously done heroin but decides to take it up after he wakes up in order to drown his sorrows about dying at age 27.

February 11th, 2012
I was wandering the halls at some building that looked like a combination of all my schools. I'm a drug dealer, distribution, and I'm texting with another drug dealer, who is like one of the people I know least likely to become a drug dealer, Michael Turabian. I know it's him but he doesn't know it's me. I start playing with him over texts, like I'm being sketchy and gonna screw him over. For some reason I'm in his thoughts and he's thinking he might have to whack me and he's starting to panic 'cause he's like the least likely person ever able to pull off a whacking. We meet up and I'm like "heeyyy!!" and he's like "oh my god phew." and we make the deal and everything is peachy. December 21st, 2011
It's the apocalypse. Cut to Sheldon from The Big Bang Theory. He is now the leader of our band of mercenaries, and woman after woman are lining up to sleep with him. His facial expression changes to something darker and more serious. Stuff happens that I don't really remember and then I wake up. I fall asleep again and I'm back in this dream. I go to sit on the couch and say "sorry, do you have this spot on eternal dibs?" and he says "no, I don't do that anymore" because apparently getting laid fixes all psychological issues. My phone rings. I answer it and a zombie licks my ear through the ear piece. I then remember that everybody else would talk on their phone on speakerphone holding it away from their face. I sit there waiting to become a zombie and then eventually wake up.

December 1st, 2011
I was at a car wash with my father. He gets out of the car to start spraying it and people start shooting. I ask one of the shooters by the window who they are and he says "FBI." I say "do you know who I am!?" and he says "Yes." so I quickly get out and me and my father start running. Dad gets shot and killed. I do a "NNNOOOOOO!!!!" and then wake up.

October 14th, 2011
I was walking home to my old house in Brandon when I found myself awfully curious about what is happening in a house on the way there. I walked up the driveway and suddenly I knew there were two people in the house. I overheard somebody saying "you went to the agency!?" and then he starts to kill one of the people in the house. I run home, knowing that they noticed me, and tell my mother it was so weird. It was like something out of a dream, how I just knew there were two people in there. Then I woke up and realized I missed my chance to go lucid.

September 23rd, 2011
I was in some kind of a cult, living on some kind of a commune... It's night time and everything is dark and grey. People were dying and I was starting to get a little unnerved. There was a detached hand on the ground. I start thinking about escaping, but then I am summoned by the prophet. He tells me I can believe whatever I wanted, the only thing that mattered was how I lived. I was thinking of saying I don't believe in your shit but I was afraid of being killed so I was just hesitating on it. After about 30 seconds of hesitating I freaked out and woke up.

August 25th, 2011
Hunter S. Thompson kept stealing my panties. I told him I need my panties but he wouldn't give them back. (No I don't wear panties.)

July 3rd, 2011
A scary looking fat guy is dousing me with gasoline. He sets me on fire. I notice a stream of gasoline beside me leading to a book on the floor. I touch it and the book catches fire. He starts screaming "no! no!" and starts hitting me and pouring more gasoline on me... seemingly unconcerned with the fact that he is now on fire. This goes on for a few seconds and then I wake up.

It's not my fault! He set it up to be burned! I think he had psychological issues...

June 9th, 2011
I'm studying at hogwarts. My instructor is Yoda. I failed a particular test so one of the other instructors sends me back in time to do it again. As I'm taking the test somebody else taking it tells me something. I say "I know. I've been here before." and then I say "shh." Eventually yoda discovers this... I told him who did it and said "It's strange that he's the one to crack time travel. He's so ordinary." Yoda says "and mediocre." Then, after a little bit of time, there's two Yodas. I step outside and there are thousands of Yodas standing on the field and on a spaceship that starts lifting up. I see another me and I'm all like "Is it... me? Is it conscious? Is there a new consciousness in this version of me?" And then everything just felt desolate and the instructor with the time travel says, through telepathy "I broke time guys I'm super sorry" in a terrified voice, as we enter singularity stasis. Then I woke up.

February 3rd, 2011
I'm in prison. I'm talking with some sort of authority figure when I notice some guy out of the corner of my eye. He has a glazed look on his face and he's holding up a syringe. Right there in front of everybody. I go over to him and find out it's 4-meo-pcp. I figured neat I've never done it. We go to a secluded stair well and he sticks me with it in the arm. I then realize that some guy is Travis. I walk out to the yard, which for some reason is a beautiful grassy hill rather than the usual gravel. I walk a short distance and notice the sunset is incredible. I drop to the ground and as I fall I notice Travis out of the corner of my eye. He's already laying on the ground watching the sunset. I observe the sunset for a brief period of time and then wake up.

December 29th, 2010
I'm with a group of friends... Present, past and future friends. It turns out I won't be able to save the world because I was diagnosed... Or rather instructed by god... That I had an incurable disease. I say to myself, as I walk out of the room, "I didn't even get to meet Jon Stewart... Maybe there's still time." Then I hear Jon Stewart say "hm?" and I turn around and see Jon Stewart reaching for a hug. So I went over there and hugged him. Then I woke up.

An Old Dream...
I figured I should put my favourite dream down somewhere. This one is from much earlier... I wanna say 2007 or 2006.

I was walking down a sidewalk and I came across a child on the ground. I take him to a building where there are several children laying on the ground painting symbols with their bodies. One of them points to above the door and says "he's the symbol we all want to be." I look up and find the child tied to a board above the door. The straps break, he falls to the ground and shrieks and falls apart. His face falling to pieces as he screams.