Started out with Aaron and I walking down a road towards “home”. Home was kind of like here, only it was off of a more ruralish road and the driveway was dirt like it used to be. The road seemed very familiar, like I’ve been down it in a dream before. We try to cut across the front part of someone’s lawn, but they have a weird fence and we end up penned in. I’m ready to jump over it to get back to the road, but then an old lady in a truck is pulling into the driveway behind us and some rednecky guys in a Blazer type truck pull into the driveway ahead of us. We crouch down so we won’t be seen and eventually the way clears so we can continue on. Partway down the road we passed four army guys wearing gear and setting off into a field to play paintball. Also passed a long strip of land that went around a lake or pond. Some Asian guy had bought the land and was working on building it up. I was worried about how bad it was going to look, tearing down the trees and everything. Finally we get to the beginning of our driveway (it was kind of nice because it looked so much like it used to) and there was a big gate in front of it. This wasn’t a problem, or even unusual in the dream, and we opened the gate and went home. The house was different. Kind of reminded me of my great grandma’s house in Rhode Island. It didn’t really matter much because shortly after I went inside there was a knock at the door.
I was surprised to see David and three of his friends there. New friends. They were younger. He wanted to ask me something and I guess any of them could ask me, but it was important that he asked me. He kept crying but finally he got it out that he wanted me to ask the army guys if they could play paintball with them. So I walked down with them to the field, didn’t even question how he found out where I live, and I had to dodge a lot of paintballs before I found someone I could talk to. He was very rude and said “no” and so I walked with them to a tent. There was a lady in charge of some kind of paintball tournament and she showed them how they could sign up for the tournament. Last thing I remember was standing next to a wall facing David. Not talking to him, but one of his friends was there and somehow convinced me to close my eyes. As soon as I did David started kissing me. It wasn’t awful at first but then he wouldn’t stop and I could feel this suction like a vacuum. It was disturbing and uncomfortable and I think he was crying again. Then I woke up.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
Dream 11-14-11
I was sharing an apartment with this chick. I think I used to like her, but we had grown apart. She had some guys over and they were all ignoring me. I was in my bed for a bit cleaning out some stuff and shoving it under her mattress. I grabbed a few things and went to sit on the front stair for a cigarette.
There were two guys already out there. A big black guy I knew and a short white guy I didn’t. We all sat and talked for a while. When we stood to get up the black guy said “Get the door” and I said “What? Are your fucking hands broken?” which was met with laughter from both sides of the door.
When I went through the door I wasn’t in our apartment. I was in some minimum security prison. After getting checked over I stuck a balloon of cocaine and a wad of cash up my ass. My luck, before I got to my cell area I got checked again. I had to scavenge change for something to drink. I was awkwardly Dped by the two guys from the stairs before some social worker came to check for contraband. I had to beat her into a room to disguise a camera (a very old, antique, single shot camera) I had set up to record the DP.
There were two guys already out there. A big black guy I knew and a short white guy I didn’t. We all sat and talked for a while. When we stood to get up the black guy said “Get the door” and I said “What? Are your fucking hands broken?” which was met with laughter from both sides of the door.
When I went through the door I wasn’t in our apartment. I was in some minimum security prison. After getting checked over I stuck a balloon of cocaine and a wad of cash up my ass. My luck, before I got to my cell area I got checked again. I had to scavenge change for something to drink. I was awkwardly Dped by the two guys from the stairs before some social worker came to check for contraband. I had to beat her into a room to disguise a camera (a very old, antique, single shot camera) I had set up to record the DP.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Dream 11-08-11
I was coming out of a store or something with Aaron and we were walking to my car. It was a smart car and Aaron kept saying how much he hated it and wishes I’d gotten something else. I told him it wasn’t that bad, but when we got in it really was that bad. I dropped him off at school, but then I had to go home because I forgot something. I ended up at the house on Carrollton. There was almost no furniture, but plenty of people and animals. Icarus and Saleen were by the open back door and I managed to get them both inside. Then I tried to figure out how Saleen kept getting out and noticed the garage door was partway open. As I walked to it it started lifting further and Saleen got out again. I turned and saw Sandra walking away and started YELLING at her, but she just ignored me and then AJ was thanking me for welcoming her girlfriend?! I noticed something by the microwave (not sure what) and decided to take a long road trip to visit some friends in college.
At this point the dream took over in a weird narrative where some voice was talking about my “journey” and different road signs flashed in and out of view.
At this point the dream took over in a weird narrative where some voice was talking about my “journey” and different road signs flashed in and out of view.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Dream 10-22-11
I don't remember the full dream, maybe due in part to my waking up with half my body numb. I do remember some things, though. Like being in some kind of store with Aaron, Hayley and one or two other people. I don't know what happened exactly, but suddenly Aaron turned around and he's... not himself. He started attacking. I was trying to protect Hayley without hurting Aaron so I hid her in a rack of clothes and flew up toward the ceiling. Instead of shooting fireballs like I normally do against an attacker I started shooting these pink bubbles out of my hands. They were filled with some kind of sleeping gas, but it wasn't very powerful and only slightly slowed him down. Also, bubbles are very hard to aim. I flew up through a hole in the roof and sat up there for a bit to sort of catch up with myself. The bubbles are new. I looked off the roof and Fatass and Dipshit were on the ground, but they were like ogres. Ogres wielding those plasma guns from Doom. They started to shoot at me and luckily I was able to dodge fairly well because I was still shooting out those pink gas-filled bubbles and missing horribly. They kept chasing me around the building (I don't know why I jumped off in the first place) and back inside and I tried to fly back up through that hole and barely made it. I could tell this wasn't going well at all and woke myself up. Which is when I discovered my numbness. The odd part about that is the side that was numb isn't even the side I was laying on when I woke up.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Dream 10-11-11
It was late and raining and I was out with a friend. We ended up at some thrift store on a strip looking at shoes. I found a cute pair of high-heeled Hello Kitty rain boots. I don’t remember if I got them. There were also some metallic socks I wanted. Outside there was a giant creature crying. My friend and I got in a car with two other people to help it. Instead we ended up in some kind of tomb maze where I went around collecting giant rhinestones.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Dream 10-06-11
Aaron and I were at the lake. It was low like it is currently, but we were out in it anyway. It was daylight out so there wasn't that scary "it's so dark I can't see anything!" feeling. I was waist-neck deep in the water and Aaron, standing right next to me, was only ankle deep. He started moving toward the shore so I started "swimming" towards him. The water wasn't very deep at all so it was more of an awkward mud-skipping dance. He was standing on the shoreline skipping rocks and they were zinging past my head. He wasn't trying to hit me, just happened to be skipping the rocks where I was "swimming". I got to the shore and was sitting in the mud and water when it started to rain. I got scared (lightning!) and noticed he was already walking up the path so I struggled up out of the water, grabbed my stuff and followed as the rain pelted down on me.
We got back "home" and he stayed outside while I went inside. It was dark and the lights inside were very dim. It wasn't a trailer like we're in now, it was smaller, and in an overgrown, dingy kind of trailer park. My mom was outside, my dad was at work, I think my sister was around and there was a guy inside. He didn't say anything, but kept smiling at me. Not in a creepy, lecher kind of way; more like he was genuinely happy to be seeing me. I went in the kitchen to check on dinner. The kitchen floor was of the fake-linoleum-painted-to-look-like-wood variety, but that wasn't the only thing wrong with it. The entire kitchen floor was covered with about three inches of refried beans so my feet were squishing through the floor with every step. I just knew I was going to have to clean that up.
After checking on dinner (which I kind of assume was all over the floor, but I'm not sure) I went back down the hall and that guy was sitting on the (not bean covered) floor. I was talking to him (one-sided conversation, he didn't say anything, remember?) and for some reason I started climbing up the door. I was halfway up the door, my top half around talking to him, my back half behind the door, clinging horizontally. I was halfway up the door (yes, I said that already) when my mom called me out. So I dropped down and went outside to see what she wanted. I caught a bit of "we're going to have to figure out how to get that $50 back" by the time I got to her. She was looking at a red truck that we had gotten from Goodwill. Well, my dad had gotten it from Goodwill and I don't know why she was being so nosey poking around it. Regardless, she *was* being nosey and opened up the hood to discover there wasn't an engine in it and that's why she wanted it taken back.
We got back "home" and he stayed outside while I went inside. It was dark and the lights inside were very dim. It wasn't a trailer like we're in now, it was smaller, and in an overgrown, dingy kind of trailer park. My mom was outside, my dad was at work, I think my sister was around and there was a guy inside. He didn't say anything, but kept smiling at me. Not in a creepy, lecher kind of way; more like he was genuinely happy to be seeing me. I went in the kitchen to check on dinner. The kitchen floor was of the fake-linoleum-painted-to-look-like-wood variety, but that wasn't the only thing wrong with it. The entire kitchen floor was covered with about three inches of refried beans so my feet were squishing through the floor with every step. I just knew I was going to have to clean that up.
After checking on dinner (which I kind of assume was all over the floor, but I'm not sure) I went back down the hall and that guy was sitting on the (not bean covered) floor. I was talking to him (one-sided conversation, he didn't say anything, remember?) and for some reason I started climbing up the door. I was halfway up the door, my top half around talking to him, my back half behind the door, clinging horizontally. I was halfway up the door (yes, I said that already) when my mom called me out. So I dropped down and went outside to see what she wanted. I caught a bit of "we're going to have to figure out how to get that $50 back" by the time I got to her. She was looking at a red truck that we had gotten from Goodwill. Well, my dad had gotten it from Goodwill and I don't know why she was being so nosey poking around it. Regardless, she *was* being nosey and opened up the hood to discover there wasn't an engine in it and that's why she wanted it taken back.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Dream 08-24-11
I was a ghost, sort of. And I didn't find this out until midway into the dream. I started out with a companion. I don't know who she was, but she was about my age, though in the dream I was a couple years younger than I am. We were a bit confused about our current situation. We were walking around somewhere and it seemed like people were more or less ignoring us. Not ignoring us in a totally obvious "you're a ghost dumbass" kind of way. Just that they couldn't hear us very well and only seemed to notice us at all if we were right in front of them. Then they would acknowledge us.
We went into a public girl's bathroom and sat in separate stalls organizing our stuff (we were carrying a lot of belongings with us) discussing theories on what was going on. Neither of us had a clue. I noticed a strange word written with a strange definition on the stall wall. I opened up a notebook I had and wrote it down. It was sort of like this:
Yis/tir/ly
xxxxx xxxx xxxx xxxxx
xxxx xxxxx xxxxxx
I remember the word, but not the "definition" which was a scramble of seemingly random words. A guy came into the bathroom and sat against the wall across from our stalls so that he could see and talk to the both of us. He asked us if we had figured it out yet and we said "Figured what out?" Then he explained the ghost situation and that there were a few of us wandering around. We could interact with each other quite easily (which is not always a good thing), but it was more difficult (though not impossible, as I mentioned) to interact with the living. It became easier if you had the "Power Words". Like what I had written down. He had a whole composition book nearly full of words written down just like mine, in the same broken branched defined way.
I was about to ask him if we could look at his notebook when a group of five or so guys came bursting into the bathroom. They were big and . . . . pushy. Not really mean, but definitely forceful. They wanted us to come with them. I was a little afraid, but my companion(s) were very frightened. I grabbed as much as I could before being ushered out of the bathroom. I had a big purse and grabbed some pictures and my notebook along with a couple other random bits from my stash. We got a little split apart from each other on the walk to wherever we were going. I tried to get a look around and noticed a few things, but the only one that sticks out now is that there were a lot more people around. Living and ghostly alike. I was having an easier time distinguishing the ghost people because they were the only ones who were watching what was going on. There were some on stairs, one on the roof, one in a tree and several walking about.
We ended up in what could have been a library. I don't know what happened to the guy or the girl. It was just me and I was sat on a table surrounded by the guys. Again, I can't really say they were mean, but they weren't happy either and I got the distinct impression they were going to "rape" me. Why the quotes? There was going to be sex, of that there was no question, but they didn't want to force me or be mean about it. For some reason I'm not sure of it would be preferable for all of us if it was consensual. They didn't even imply that my friends would be in danger if I didn't consent, but I did.
Well. . . at first I did. The "leader" type was the first to step up. Yes, on the table in front of everyone. I don't understand why because his penis was very small and very unsatisfying (even for dream sex which isn't usually that exciting for me in the first place). I said that it wasn't satisfying and I wanted more. Looking around the whole lot of them were cursed with ridiculously small penises except for one who was humongous. I let him crawl on top of me and that was much better. By dream standards. By the time he had finished the rest of his gang had shuffled off to a corner to wait for him. He thanked me, kissed me and walked off. I woke up as I was looking around (not the least bit disheveled from my previous activities) wondering where to start looking for my missing friends.
We went into a public girl's bathroom and sat in separate stalls organizing our stuff (we were carrying a lot of belongings with us) discussing theories on what was going on. Neither of us had a clue. I noticed a strange word written with a strange definition on the stall wall. I opened up a notebook I had and wrote it down. It was sort of like this:
Yis/tir/ly
xxxxx xxxx xxxx xxxxx
xxxx xxxxx xxxxxx
I remember the word, but not the "definition" which was a scramble of seemingly random words. A guy came into the bathroom and sat against the wall across from our stalls so that he could see and talk to the both of us. He asked us if we had figured it out yet and we said "Figured what out?" Then he explained the ghost situation and that there were a few of us wandering around. We could interact with each other quite easily (which is not always a good thing), but it was more difficult (though not impossible, as I mentioned) to interact with the living. It became easier if you had the "Power Words". Like what I had written down. He had a whole composition book nearly full of words written down just like mine, in the same broken branched defined way.
I was about to ask him if we could look at his notebook when a group of five or so guys came bursting into the bathroom. They were big and . . . . pushy. Not really mean, but definitely forceful. They wanted us to come with them. I was a little afraid, but my companion(s) were very frightened. I grabbed as much as I could before being ushered out of the bathroom. I had a big purse and grabbed some pictures and my notebook along with a couple other random bits from my stash. We got a little split apart from each other on the walk to wherever we were going. I tried to get a look around and noticed a few things, but the only one that sticks out now is that there were a lot more people around. Living and ghostly alike. I was having an easier time distinguishing the ghost people because they were the only ones who were watching what was going on. There were some on stairs, one on the roof, one in a tree and several walking about.
We ended up in what could have been a library. I don't know what happened to the guy or the girl. It was just me and I was sat on a table surrounded by the guys. Again, I can't really say they were mean, but they weren't happy either and I got the distinct impression they were going to "rape" me. Why the quotes? There was going to be sex, of that there was no question, but they didn't want to force me or be mean about it. For some reason I'm not sure of it would be preferable for all of us if it was consensual. They didn't even imply that my friends would be in danger if I didn't consent, but I did.
Well. . . at first I did. The "leader" type was the first to step up. Yes, on the table in front of everyone. I don't understand why because his penis was very small and very unsatisfying (even for dream sex which isn't usually that exciting for me in the first place). I said that it wasn't satisfying and I wanted more. Looking around the whole lot of them were cursed with ridiculously small penises except for one who was humongous. I let him crawl on top of me and that was much better. By dream standards. By the time he had finished the rest of his gang had shuffled off to a corner to wait for him. He thanked me, kissed me and walked off. I woke up as I was looking around (not the least bit disheveled from my previous activities) wondering where to start looking for my missing friends.
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