Dreams, Dreams, Dreams, Drea- ...what the fuck?
x-posted from beforethed4wn :
I kid you not, the title is about how my sleep cycle went last night. Because, really, there's no reason the dream should restart itself three times near the end and decide it didn't like the ending and etc, etc. *gibbersplained*
I really wish I was kidding.
I'm at the coast, it's stormy/cloudy over head and a group of people and I are standing in line for some huge water ride/theme park that just opened that day. Naturally, I'm the one with the visions or some strange shit like that or who the hell knows. We get on, I get the bad vision and go through it; we zip down this tube and, naturally, something goes very wrong. There's this rushing wall of water that comes shooting past at whoashit speeds and takes out the first "car" in front of us and shoots it outside the glass tube we were in. That was fun. Really. Thankfully, the water only made it a flash of pink rather than the bloody red I swore it was going to be.
People are freaking out at this point and the next car goes spiraling out of control, slamming into the side of the glass tube and making a nasty mess there as the car behind it slams into it and sends those people into the flat bottom of the first car before smashing completely through to fall to the crowds below. That was really fun. I promise.
My car goes shooting past the hole the two cars caused for some reason or another before the entire half of the glass chute we'd already gone through flat out collapses behind us, crashing, exploding and water everywhere below as we keep shooting down. Something explodes ahead and another water main blows up, a gigantic hole gushing water out and shoots our car through, I duck, some other guy ducks and we're the only two left- the rest are half-bodied chunks of meat that get washed out with the water- and we're looking down at the rather rapidly approaching ocean and hit the water without being able to undo our safety fasteners. Naturally, we land right side up, he looks up at the wrong time and three-quarters of his surfer-body gets removed by something I don't see, and I sink in that damn thing with the rest of his bloodied corpse.
End of dream number one.
Then, the rewind button quite literally seems to get hit with my brain and I get to see all of that happen again in reverse- not the most pleasant thing to see, really.
Again it starts off at the beach/coastal area.
I'm standing at the beach, having a good old time with my family and laughing, enjoying ourselves and everything. We decide we want to go in and get some food, souviners, etc and start running through the area without much of a care. I look behind me and frown as we're getting ice cream from a vendor and leaning against a scenic part of this little city/area we're in at the ocean. Something looks off about it and I can't explain why, turning to my Mom and pointing out to tell her to look. She does and there are the waves as usual... but something looks really, really, off about them. Next thing we see is a wave crashing right up against the wall and soaking all three of us.
Spluttering and confused, Mom turns to my sister and and I and tells us to hold on to the steel grating on the fence/guard rail thing we were leaning against as the next wave hits, completely swamping us and taking out the majority of the things behind where we were. People are sucked out to sea screaming, and there's a panic going up and down the area that was and wasn't hit. My family's managed to survive that wave and prevent being sucked out to sea- though we're now on the opposite side of the grate thanks to the force of the water and see other people clinging for dear life to the grate as well. Mom yells that the next wave's on it's way and to wrap our arms around the grating tightly and, that after this, we need to climb over and run for higher ground.
Wave comes, Mom, Whit, Dad and I are the only ones left, the rest sucked out to sea/killed, etc. Watching people drown, by the way, even in a dream? Sucks. We scramble over the edge and start hauling ass uphill, dragging people if we can and Mom has my sister by the arm to pull her along (little sister is slow as hell and was too busy spazzing out in this dream) and we manage to reach the top of the hill in time for the next wave to hit. We get splashed again and Mom points to the other hill, tells us to run and not look back and if we hear the water roaring, grab on to something steel and don't let go.
Dad separates from us, telling Mom he's going to find the van and come back for us at the top of the hill- that was bad. @.@; so we run like hell, watch more people get fucked over by the waves and eventually reach that high ground. This absolutely huge fucking wall of water, biggest goddamn wave I've ever seen in my life, comes rising up from the ocean and just leaves the whole beach barren as it starts building height and speed, letting us see the result of the bodies in said ocean sprawled about like matchsticks and cars and debris everywhere, etc. The wave comes crashing down halfway between where we are and where the rest of the city is, just wiping it the hell out and rising clear up to our feet before it sucks everything off the hill/mountain/whatever the hell we were on clear back to the ocean with smaller waves coming back and forth for several hours afterwards.
Dad shows up, he's got a busted arm and no van, driving a golf cart as he stares at the wreck with those of us who're left and just shakes his head and says we'll wait for air support and that he's just grateful he made it back to us.
End Dream #2.
The title is really appropriate. I promise.
It follows the tidal wave dream all the way up to the grating part... and that's where things go differently. The grating is much, much higher on the hill and I'm separated from the rest of my family. I get slammed into someone's sliding glass door entering into their hotel room by one of the waves and, wrenching open the door and kicking the screen through to get in, I apologize to the family and scream at them to get the fuck out before it was too late. Note: Fat, Lazy Stereotypical tourists; complete with hairy pasty legs, hanging bellied men in blue and pink Hawaiian shirts, khakis and straw hats. I love my brain, really, but, what the fuck?
I'm scrambling up these flights of stairs (oh how I hate stairs, I was bitching even in my dream about "fucking stairs" ) and looking for any sign of my family otherwise, worrying about them more than myself- not unusual- as we reach the top of the hotel building and look out at the ocean, this whole group of survivors. Now, there's a water tower here- why on top of a hotel, I don't know, but there was- and I'm hanging off of the ladder, looking out to the ocean like "OMFG" as this gigantic wave comes and just obliterates everything. We get caught in a smaller wave as it crashes down on us and- might I add, this hurts even in sleep and is not a fun feeling- are thrown all helter-skelter and smashed into things. People keep dying in various ways, drowning, blunt force trauma, smashed apart, slammed into shit, etc, etc and eventually we all managed to scramble to some other building and sit in the fire escapes just shaking, sobbing and all around a wreck.
Which is when the area gets fucked up again and we wind up slammed into another hotel/apartment complex area with red wood balconies and such. Figuring this next wave is going to really kill us good, we give each other wry, frightened smiles and some of us pray, etc for help.
Well, the huge ass motherfucker from my last dream comes roaring towards us and suddenly melts completely away, transforming the landscape into some neon sand/crystal/fuckallknowshwat mountain path that I had to start running away from another fucking wave that was building and would crash in three minutes.
So, somehow during this melted landscape mountain, I found my family and Mom's teling me to hurry up as we climb this odd thing that's apparently supposed to prevent this valley from getting totally fucked over by tidal waves. I remember this only because my tactile sensation was flipping shit on the foamish feeling squishy things that were supposedly as hard and unyielding as stone, yet pliant only to human touch. I do not understand this shit. Really. My brain likes making crap up.
We get to some building with more redwood shit and, naturally, there's the wave slamming up- only, there's an even bigger one behind it. So, naturally, when we're all thinking we're fucked over and then some, the wave crashes down, people die as usual and the waters reach up just below us, soaking us up to the knees and... start... rising up into shapes. Said water disappates to reveal a group of really pissed off people- some of whom have fins sticking from their heads, all pale blue skinned with darker scales of varying colors on their bodies in various places. Kind fo Mystique-like from the first X-men movie. That kind of scaled appearance. Definitely not human at all, and all of them, as I said, pissed as hell for some reason.
They proceed to tell us that we're the ones responsible for fucking something up so drastically that they have to make an appearance and so on and so forth. Some kid flips their shit and starts crying, gets zapped by some finger ray or another from one of the male looking aliens and grows her own little scaled appearances and begins blowing these radioactive pink bubbles that turn shit into... coral or something and starts essentially transforming the area into an under-the-sea type place with fungus and other shit that's definitely not natural.
I... don't remember too clearly what happened after this, but I remember that it involved all of the "humans" being shoved into an apartment- one per family- and being "watched" and observed carefully for something or another. It was horribly uncomfortable mind you and at some point, there was an escape planned with Mom being oddly strict and telling me not to reveal I had something or another and to follow her lead. She said the same thing to my Dad and my sister so, I'm guessing we had whatever these people were looking for.
I woke up shortly after that going "What the fuck, aliens? Really now. Dx"
End Dream #3
There was a 4th dream that came after, I didn't remember much save that I was shopping with my younger sister and we were arguing over something stupid before Creepy Feeling (TM) hit me and I told her we needed to leave right now and not to ask questions. That ended because my room mate opened the closet door to go and get dressed. XD
Seriously though, what. the. fuck with the dreams? @.@
I kid you not, the title is about how my sleep cycle went last night. Because, really, there's no reason the dream should restart itself three times near the end and decide it didn't like the ending and etc, etc. *gibbersplained*
I really wish I was kidding.
I'm at the coast, it's stormy/cloudy over head and a group of people and I are standing in line for some huge water ride/theme park that just opened that day. Naturally, I'm the one with the visions or some strange shit like that or who the hell knows. We get on, I get the bad vision and go through it; we zip down this tube and, naturally, something goes very wrong. There's this rushing wall of water that comes shooting past at whoashit speeds and takes out the first "car" in front of us and shoots it outside the glass tube we were in. That was fun. Really. Thankfully, the water only made it a flash of pink rather than the bloody red I swore it was going to be.
People are freaking out at this point and the next car goes spiraling out of control, slamming into the side of the glass tube and making a nasty mess there as the car behind it slams into it and sends those people into the flat bottom of the first car before smashing completely through to fall to the crowds below. That was really fun. I promise.
My car goes shooting past the hole the two cars caused for some reason or another before the entire half of the glass chute we'd already gone through flat out collapses behind us, crashing, exploding and water everywhere below as we keep shooting down. Something explodes ahead and another water main blows up, a gigantic hole gushing water out and shoots our car through, I duck, some other guy ducks and we're the only two left- the rest are half-bodied chunks of meat that get washed out with the water- and we're looking down at the rather rapidly approaching ocean and hit the water without being able to undo our safety fasteners. Naturally, we land right side up, he looks up at the wrong time and three-quarters of his surfer-body gets removed by something I don't see, and I sink in that damn thing with the rest of his bloodied corpse.
End of dream number one.
Then, the rewind button quite literally seems to get hit with my brain and I get to see all of that happen again in reverse- not the most pleasant thing to see, really.
Again it starts off at the beach/coastal area.
I'm standing at the beach, having a good old time with my family and laughing, enjoying ourselves and everything. We decide we want to go in and get some food, souviners, etc and start running through the area without much of a care. I look behind me and frown as we're getting ice cream from a vendor and leaning against a scenic part of this little city/area we're in at the ocean. Something looks off about it and I can't explain why, turning to my Mom and pointing out to tell her to look. She does and there are the waves as usual... but something looks really, really, off about them. Next thing we see is a wave crashing right up against the wall and soaking all three of us.
Spluttering and confused, Mom turns to my sister and and I and tells us to hold on to the steel grating on the fence/guard rail thing we were leaning against as the next wave hits, completely swamping us and taking out the majority of the things behind where we were. People are sucked out to sea screaming, and there's a panic going up and down the area that was and wasn't hit. My family's managed to survive that wave and prevent being sucked out to sea- though we're now on the opposite side of the grate thanks to the force of the water and see other people clinging for dear life to the grate as well. Mom yells that the next wave's on it's way and to wrap our arms around the grating tightly and, that after this, we need to climb over and run for higher ground.
Wave comes, Mom, Whit, Dad and I are the only ones left, the rest sucked out to sea/killed, etc. Watching people drown, by the way, even in a dream? Sucks. We scramble over the edge and start hauling ass uphill, dragging people if we can and Mom has my sister by the arm to pull her along (little sister is slow as hell and was too busy spazzing out in this dream) and we manage to reach the top of the hill in time for the next wave to hit. We get splashed again and Mom points to the other hill, tells us to run and not look back and if we hear the water roaring, grab on to something steel and don't let go.
Dad separates from us, telling Mom he's going to find the van and come back for us at the top of the hill- that was bad. @.@; so we run like hell, watch more people get fucked over by the waves and eventually reach that high ground. This absolutely huge fucking wall of water, biggest goddamn wave I've ever seen in my life, comes rising up from the ocean and just leaves the whole beach barren as it starts building height and speed, letting us see the result of the bodies in said ocean sprawled about like matchsticks and cars and debris everywhere, etc. The wave comes crashing down halfway between where we are and where the rest of the city is, just wiping it the hell out and rising clear up to our feet before it sucks everything off the hill/mountain/whatever the hell we were on clear back to the ocean with smaller waves coming back and forth for several hours afterwards.
Dad shows up, he's got a busted arm and no van, driving a golf cart as he stares at the wreck with those of us who're left and just shakes his head and says we'll wait for air support and that he's just grateful he made it back to us.
End Dream #2.
The title is really appropriate. I promise.
It follows the tidal wave dream all the way up to the grating part... and that's where things go differently. The grating is much, much higher on the hill and I'm separated from the rest of my family. I get slammed into someone's sliding glass door entering into their hotel room by one of the waves and, wrenching open the door and kicking the screen through to get in, I apologize to the family and scream at them to get the fuck out before it was too late. Note: Fat, Lazy Stereotypical tourists; complete with hairy pasty legs, hanging bellied men in blue and pink Hawaiian shirts, khakis and straw hats. I love my brain, really, but, what the fuck?
I'm scrambling up these flights of stairs (oh how I hate stairs, I was bitching even in my dream about "fucking stairs" ) and looking for any sign of my family otherwise, worrying about them more than myself- not unusual- as we reach the top of the hotel building and look out at the ocean, this whole group of survivors. Now, there's a water tower here- why on top of a hotel, I don't know, but there was- and I'm hanging off of the ladder, looking out to the ocean like "OMFG" as this gigantic wave comes and just obliterates everything. We get caught in a smaller wave as it crashes down on us and- might I add, this hurts even in sleep and is not a fun feeling- are thrown all helter-skelter and smashed into things. People keep dying in various ways, drowning, blunt force trauma, smashed apart, slammed into shit, etc, etc and eventually we all managed to scramble to some other building and sit in the fire escapes just shaking, sobbing and all around a wreck.
Which is when the area gets fucked up again and we wind up slammed into another hotel/apartment complex area with red wood balconies and such. Figuring this next wave is going to really kill us good, we give each other wry, frightened smiles and some of us pray, etc for help.
Well, the huge ass motherfucker from my last dream comes roaring towards us and suddenly melts completely away, transforming the landscape into some neon sand/crystal/fuckallknowshwat mountain path that I had to start running away from another fucking wave that was building and would crash in three minutes.
So, somehow during this melted landscape mountain, I found my family and Mom's teling me to hurry up as we climb this odd thing that's apparently supposed to prevent this valley from getting totally fucked over by tidal waves. I remember this only because my tactile sensation was flipping shit on the foamish feeling squishy things that were supposedly as hard and unyielding as stone, yet pliant only to human touch. I do not understand this shit. Really. My brain likes making crap up.
We get to some building with more redwood shit and, naturally, there's the wave slamming up- only, there's an even bigger one behind it. So, naturally, when we're all thinking we're fucked over and then some, the wave crashes down, people die as usual and the waters reach up just below us, soaking us up to the knees and... start... rising up into shapes. Said water disappates to reveal a group of really pissed off people- some of whom have fins sticking from their heads, all pale blue skinned with darker scales of varying colors on their bodies in various places. Kind fo Mystique-like from the first X-men movie. That kind of scaled appearance. Definitely not human at all, and all of them, as I said, pissed as hell for some reason.
They proceed to tell us that we're the ones responsible for fucking something up so drastically that they have to make an appearance and so on and so forth. Some kid flips their shit and starts crying, gets zapped by some finger ray or another from one of the male looking aliens and grows her own little scaled appearances and begins blowing these radioactive pink bubbles that turn shit into... coral or something and starts essentially transforming the area into an under-the-sea type place with fungus and other shit that's definitely not natural.
I... don't remember too clearly what happened after this, but I remember that it involved all of the "humans" being shoved into an apartment- one per family- and being "watched" and observed carefully for something or another. It was horribly uncomfortable mind you and at some point, there was an escape planned with Mom being oddly strict and telling me not to reveal I had something or another and to follow her lead. She said the same thing to my Dad and my sister so, I'm guessing we had whatever these people were looking for.
I woke up shortly after that going "What the fuck, aliens? Really now. Dx"
End Dream #3
There was a 4th dream that came after, I didn't remember much save that I was shopping with my younger sister and we were arguing over something stupid before Creepy Feeling (TM) hit me and I told her we needed to leave right now and not to ask questions. That ended because my room mate opened the closet door to go and get dressed. XD
Seriously though, what. the. fuck with the dreams? @.@