I Finally Caught Up on Some Sleep *Shudder*
I dreamed a horrible dream. I was biking on the highway without a helmet because I'd left my helmet in my dorm room. So I get stopped by a cop who's all, "Better get your helmet on, little lady." He wants to see what my dorm is like because he has a little sister who's thinking about Whitman. So I show him around. Everything is really messy and the room I'm in is really small.
So he takes me out to The Cheesecake Factory with his family, and they all think we're a couple and everyone keeps pushing at me, trying to get me to go an these weekend resort get aways. So I put all of them off and we go visit my grandfather who gives us the rooftop key to the hotel (which is apparently made out of electrical tape and PVC pipe taped on a normal key). We decide to go home.
On the way past In'N'Out, I hear on the news about the execution with the electric chair of two people, a husband and wife. Suddenly, I'm just outside the execution chamber and they bring out the bodies and prop them up on either side of the door. Their skin is all melted and purple like a pale eggplantt from the electric chair and their eyes looked like slips of carrot and their lips had gone zucchini green (I noticed these details in terms of vegetables in the dream). And I get the feeling like these two murdered my family but at the same time (and this feeling is much weaker) they are my parents.
So I go back to my family's apartment and it's in a state of chaos. There was this creepy ass four year old, a friend of my siblings (and I had lots of siblings) who went around with her parents and killed families and mad smoothies out of them. So somehow while murdering my family she incapacitated her own parents (or they killed themselves) and she's still attacking my family. So I shore up my various siblings in two rooms and get the elder of my brothers to call the police. So my brother tries to call, but he can't talk to the police because there was this one time when a crime (I think a rape) either happened or it was all in his mind, but either way they aren't going to believe him. So I get on the phone and try to explain, but I'm so nervous I'm babbling. And the little girl is pressing in on the door which is folding in and there's a tennis net in between us and in between me and my siblings (I'm caught between two tennis nets) and the little girl is blonde and wearing a Rainbow Brite sweatshirt and looks nothing like me, but I still have to stop myself from calling her Megan and she's growling like a wildcat.
I escape out of our apartment and run down to the lobby where I see through the glass front of the building my cop boyfriend (and at this point I'll do anything for him if he'll just help us) with Anthea, who seems to be the head cop because she's wearing a kinda pope-cop hat, and Brophy. So I open the door I'm all, "You have to help us they killed our parents. The little girl."
I turn around and she's standing just behind me, holding a coffee cup. I back away outside and she follows me, but I can't let her get near the others and I can't let her get away so I grab her in my arms and I'm holding onto her while she's kicking and biting and growling and I start screaming and crying that they have to help me. And they're standing there all freaked out, not knowing what to do.
And that's when I woke up.
I also had an earlier dream about being a werewolf and living inside the sims and being trapped inside the walls by this fucked up descending floor that Dumbledore had designed. And when I tried to use the floor to descend to my secret werewolf place, a whole bunch of people came with, so I couldn't get off and this is why the damn thing flung me up and trapped me in the wall and I remember the feeling of the wall material pressing down around my wrists and ankles and my throat and bearing down on my chest from which I was rescued by industrial machinery.
So he takes me out to The Cheesecake Factory with his family, and they all think we're a couple and everyone keeps pushing at me, trying to get me to go an these weekend resort get aways. So I put all of them off and we go visit my grandfather who gives us the rooftop key to the hotel (which is apparently made out of electrical tape and PVC pipe taped on a normal key). We decide to go home.
On the way past In'N'Out, I hear on the news about the execution with the electric chair of two people, a husband and wife. Suddenly, I'm just outside the execution chamber and they bring out the bodies and prop them up on either side of the door. Their skin is all melted and purple like a pale eggplantt from the electric chair and their eyes looked like slips of carrot and their lips had gone zucchini green (I noticed these details in terms of vegetables in the dream). And I get the feeling like these two murdered my family but at the same time (and this feeling is much weaker) they are my parents.
So I go back to my family's apartment and it's in a state of chaos. There was this creepy ass four year old, a friend of my siblings (and I had lots of siblings) who went around with her parents and killed families and mad smoothies out of them. So somehow while murdering my family she incapacitated her own parents (or they killed themselves) and she's still attacking my family. So I shore up my various siblings in two rooms and get the elder of my brothers to call the police. So my brother tries to call, but he can't talk to the police because there was this one time when a crime (I think a rape) either happened or it was all in his mind, but either way they aren't going to believe him. So I get on the phone and try to explain, but I'm so nervous I'm babbling. And the little girl is pressing in on the door which is folding in and there's a tennis net in between us and in between me and my siblings (I'm caught between two tennis nets) and the little girl is blonde and wearing a Rainbow Brite sweatshirt and looks nothing like me, but I still have to stop myself from calling her Megan and she's growling like a wildcat.
I escape out of our apartment and run down to the lobby where I see through the glass front of the building my cop boyfriend (and at this point I'll do anything for him if he'll just help us) with Anthea, who seems to be the head cop because she's wearing a kinda pope-cop hat, and Brophy. So I open the door I'm all, "You have to help us they killed our parents. The little girl."
I turn around and she's standing just behind me, holding a coffee cup. I back away outside and she follows me, but I can't let her get near the others and I can't let her get away so I grab her in my arms and I'm holding onto her while she's kicking and biting and growling and I start screaming and crying that they have to help me. And they're standing there all freaked out, not knowing what to do.
And that's when I woke up.
I also had an earlier dream about being a werewolf and living inside the sims and being trapped inside the walls by this fucked up descending floor that Dumbledore had designed. And when I tried to use the floor to descend to my secret werewolf place, a whole bunch of people came with, so I couldn't get off and this is why the damn thing flung me up and trapped me in the wall and I remember the feeling of the wall material pressing down around my wrists and ankles and my throat and bearing down on my chest from which I was rescued by industrial machinery.