Dream log-ish thing
Uber weird dream. Gonna try and write down as much as I remember before I fall back asleep and forget it all.
I look up to see my room, exactly as it really is, except my cell phone is missing. A lurching sensation springs up in my gut; for some reason I really need to find the cell phone. A voice I recognize as my parents tells me that "A call was found but can't be heard" or something really weird to that effect. (I remember that the voice was distinctly not that of either of my parents, but rather a blend of both with something rather scarily demonic thrown in. Even so, I instantly attributed the voice to my dad.) I don't actually acknowledge the statement though, and faintly remember thinking "what the fuck is that supposed to mean." I search for a bit.. I'm already forgetting what happened. Hrm. Well eventually I find the phone, and become very pleased with myself. Then for some reason I set the phone back where I had just found it (in some sort of black case) and proceed to leave my room.
The hallway is almost the same as it really is, except the door to my parent's room is closed and doesn't have a handle, while my sister's room is missing entirely. Opal (our cat, in my dreams she is always a shifty white blur) seems to somehow point these things out to me. For a fleeting second I feel something is going on but quickly accept that this is the way it always was. Actually, I remember doing that a lot in this dream, kinda like I was on the very edge of waking up but kept sleeping. Also, I think I remember that the walls were much higher than they should have been, to the point that I couldn't make out a lighting fixture at all. There may have just not been one there, as the lighting seemed as though it was dusk inside the house. If that makes any sense.
Anyway.. I stay in the hall.. I believe somehow that the story sidetracks and does something completely unrelated before coming back to me standing in the hallway. Don't quite remember what happened though. I watch Opal walk up and down the hallway, sticking close to the walls, giving off a noise I attributed to a pur. She finally walks up to me, I lean down to pet her, but as I do I realize that my arm is severely bleeding. Opal seems to disappear at this point, I don't remember seeing her again.
I look to my arm, probing the long cut to find that my other arm is also bleeding. On the right arm, the wrist is cut once horizontally and once vertically, running from the bottom of my palm to the crease at the elbow. A very clean cut, impossibly straight with precisely 90 degree angles. My left arm seems to have been gouged with a screwdriver. I let them hang by my side, noticing that somehow I have ended up sitting on the floor with my back against the wall. I look towards my room which is somehow directly in front of me, to find my room covered in blood, apparently drenched while I was searching for my cell phone. I look back at my limp arms, expecting to find them in a pool of blood, but oddly enough, the floor around me is dry. My arms still bleed profusely, blood dripping down in steady streams but never quite hitting the floor. This is the part of the dream I remember most vividly, even now when the other parts are eluding me. The blood would touch the ground but seem to go through it, as if it wasn't allowed to affect the wood.
I decide to check and see whether or not the basement is becoming filled with my blood, so I proceed to hit a light switch which I apparently know transports me to the basement. I appear in my old basement, before we redid everything to the coca-cola theme. I looked at my arms, still bleeding, and watch as the blood hits the floor. Here in the basement, the blood doesnt just disappear, but instead spreads along the floor in some sort of design. In fact,
I'm no longer worried that my arms are bleeding, and instead find myself seemingly painting. The room is no longer my basement, and I find myself in a completely different place. I feel a presence behind me and turn around to find a tall black figure (black as in a shifty black blur, quite like opal, but in this case it had a very distinguished face.) He quickly grabs me by the throat, picks me up and starts muttering some very freaky shit that I don't think made very much sense, even at the time. It's here that I get scared as balls, wake up, and now can't really get back to sleep. And damnit to hell some pants just fell off of the shelf behind me and scared the bejesus out of me.
So there it is. The freakiest dream I've had all summer. I'm sure I'm forgetting some main points and I think I left out some parts, but like I said, the story likes to deviate and go to something completely unrelated and pop back to the original setting. So yeah.
Umm. Other than that.. Good summer, great times, goin back to school saturday. Got some mixed feelings about that last one. Alright, sleep time.
Wow I wrote a lot. If someone wants me to do that lj cut thing just tell me to as well as how.
I look up to see my room, exactly as it really is, except my cell phone is missing. A lurching sensation springs up in my gut; for some reason I really need to find the cell phone. A voice I recognize as my parents tells me that "A call was found but can't be heard" or something really weird to that effect. (I remember that the voice was distinctly not that of either of my parents, but rather a blend of both with something rather scarily demonic thrown in. Even so, I instantly attributed the voice to my dad.) I don't actually acknowledge the statement though, and faintly remember thinking "what the fuck is that supposed to mean." I search for a bit.. I'm already forgetting what happened. Hrm. Well eventually I find the phone, and become very pleased with myself. Then for some reason I set the phone back where I had just found it (in some sort of black case) and proceed to leave my room.
The hallway is almost the same as it really is, except the door to my parent's room is closed and doesn't have a handle, while my sister's room is missing entirely. Opal (our cat, in my dreams she is always a shifty white blur) seems to somehow point these things out to me. For a fleeting second I feel something is going on but quickly accept that this is the way it always was. Actually, I remember doing that a lot in this dream, kinda like I was on the very edge of waking up but kept sleeping. Also, I think I remember that the walls were much higher than they should have been, to the point that I couldn't make out a lighting fixture at all. There may have just not been one there, as the lighting seemed as though it was dusk inside the house. If that makes any sense.
Anyway.. I stay in the hall.. I believe somehow that the story sidetracks and does something completely unrelated before coming back to me standing in the hallway. Don't quite remember what happened though. I watch Opal walk up and down the hallway, sticking close to the walls, giving off a noise I attributed to a pur. She finally walks up to me, I lean down to pet her, but as I do I realize that my arm is severely bleeding. Opal seems to disappear at this point, I don't remember seeing her again.
I look to my arm, probing the long cut to find that my other arm is also bleeding. On the right arm, the wrist is cut once horizontally and once vertically, running from the bottom of my palm to the crease at the elbow. A very clean cut, impossibly straight with precisely 90 degree angles. My left arm seems to have been gouged with a screwdriver. I let them hang by my side, noticing that somehow I have ended up sitting on the floor with my back against the wall. I look towards my room which is somehow directly in front of me, to find my room covered in blood, apparently drenched while I was searching for my cell phone. I look back at my limp arms, expecting to find them in a pool of blood, but oddly enough, the floor around me is dry. My arms still bleed profusely, blood dripping down in steady streams but never quite hitting the floor. This is the part of the dream I remember most vividly, even now when the other parts are eluding me. The blood would touch the ground but seem to go through it, as if it wasn't allowed to affect the wood.
I decide to check and see whether or not the basement is becoming filled with my blood, so I proceed to hit a light switch which I apparently know transports me to the basement. I appear in my old basement, before we redid everything to the coca-cola theme. I looked at my arms, still bleeding, and watch as the blood hits the floor. Here in the basement, the blood doesnt just disappear, but instead spreads along the floor in some sort of design. In fact,
I'm no longer worried that my arms are bleeding, and instead find myself seemingly painting. The room is no longer my basement, and I find myself in a completely different place. I feel a presence behind me and turn around to find a tall black figure (black as in a shifty black blur, quite like opal, but in this case it had a very distinguished face.) He quickly grabs me by the throat, picks me up and starts muttering some very freaky shit that I don't think made very much sense, even at the time. It's here that I get scared as balls, wake up, and now can't really get back to sleep. And damnit to hell some pants just fell off of the shelf behind me and scared the bejesus out of me.
So there it is. The freakiest dream I've had all summer. I'm sure I'm forgetting some main points and I think I left out some parts, but like I said, the story likes to deviate and go to something completely unrelated and pop back to the original setting. So yeah.
Umm. Other than that.. Good summer, great times, goin back to school saturday. Got some mixed feelings about that last one. Alright, sleep time.
Wow I wrote a lot. If someone wants me to do that lj cut thing just tell me to as well as how.