I just woke up from this.
Last night, I had a series of dreams that were not nightmares, in the typical sense, but definitely were not pleasant dreams. I was planning and executing a large heist with some people and eventually realized that I needed to look for a place to hide because I was being followed. I'm pretty sure it was the people I was heisting with who were following me - and all of these people were close friends. There were so many stairs in my escape, in a sickly yellow colored stairwell with flickering flourescent lighting. There was an old arcade that led to this stairwell. I kept opening a door, running through, and winding up at the same stairwell, over and over, always trying to stay far enough ahead of my potential captors. Well, I got sick of opening a door only have it lead me to the same place, so in my dream, I stopped at the door, decided that it was not going to lead to the same place this time, and opened it to find myself in a large, nearly empty room. I entered. My friends entered behind me.
My friends were a group of closer friends I've got here at college. It bothers me that I was trying to escape my friends, then decided the only solution would be to fight my friends and put them in enough pain that they would stop chasing me.
So in this nearly empty room, I fought my friends. I put them in armlocks. I put them in headlocks. I had them so they couldn't move. Then Jon - who I had in a locked position - wanted a vitamin supplement, so Leah came over and gave him one, but both their arms were unable to move, so they transferred the capsule from mouth to mouth. That was too much for me to handle, so I left. I left them all in the room and ran out as fast as I could. I went back to the main level of the store and someone said... "Hey, isn't she one of the thieves?" Shit, I was. I left the store and started to walk away very briskly.
This is the transitional phase from dream A to dream B.
I was escaping as best as I could, using a cross between high skips and flight. Jump! Float... land. Jump! Float... land. Total height, usually about 20 feet.
My friends came out of the store and continued to pursue me. I was too high up for them to catch, so I was safe until I landed. Then JUMP! and I was safe again. They got sick of trying to capture me and left me alone. I jumped myself right into the middle of a party then.
This party was being hosted by a friend from home - Kat. It was a water ride party being held in her backyard. All my friends from Goshen were there, as were many people I don't know. Everyone was getting excited about some shroom tea that was going to be brewed soon. Many people were smoking pot. I was making my way around the water tubes towards the house when I bumped into Adam. Adam rubbed some shroom dust on my arm and I pulled away, not wanting to let myself get hurt by getting close, emotionally speaking. I turned around and there was Jacob - a guy I've never really found myself attracted to. Just to spite Adam, and also because I was suddenly stoned, I started to flirt with Jacob. It wasn't even really flirting - more like seducing. I kissed him just enough to make him want more. At that moment, when Jacob was under my spell (god this sounds terribly written, like a romance novel), I flashed Adam a look, turned back to Jacob, gave him another brief kiss and left them both standing there, confused.
I made my way into the house and there stood Kat and her two kids. WTF?
And all the shrooms had been stolen by people at the party. No tea.
No tea for anyone.
My alarm went off.
I can guess what some of this might mean, but really, I just want to forget it. I want to forget how badly I wanted to flog Jon. I want to forget how spiteful I was towards Adam. I want to forget about running from my friends. I want to forget about the goddamn stairwell. And I want to forget about the fucking party.
My friends were a group of closer friends I've got here at college. It bothers me that I was trying to escape my friends, then decided the only solution would be to fight my friends and put them in enough pain that they would stop chasing me.
So in this nearly empty room, I fought my friends. I put them in armlocks. I put them in headlocks. I had them so they couldn't move. Then Jon - who I had in a locked position - wanted a vitamin supplement, so Leah came over and gave him one, but both their arms were unable to move, so they transferred the capsule from mouth to mouth. That was too much for me to handle, so I left. I left them all in the room and ran out as fast as I could. I went back to the main level of the store and someone said... "Hey, isn't she one of the thieves?" Shit, I was. I left the store and started to walk away very briskly.
This is the transitional phase from dream A to dream B.
I was escaping as best as I could, using a cross between high skips and flight. Jump! Float... land. Jump! Float... land. Total height, usually about 20 feet.
My friends came out of the store and continued to pursue me. I was too high up for them to catch, so I was safe until I landed. Then JUMP! and I was safe again. They got sick of trying to capture me and left me alone. I jumped myself right into the middle of a party then.
This party was being hosted by a friend from home - Kat. It was a water ride party being held in her backyard. All my friends from Goshen were there, as were many people I don't know. Everyone was getting excited about some shroom tea that was going to be brewed soon. Many people were smoking pot. I was making my way around the water tubes towards the house when I bumped into Adam. Adam rubbed some shroom dust on my arm and I pulled away, not wanting to let myself get hurt by getting close, emotionally speaking. I turned around and there was Jacob - a guy I've never really found myself attracted to. Just to spite Adam, and also because I was suddenly stoned, I started to flirt with Jacob. It wasn't even really flirting - more like seducing. I kissed him just enough to make him want more. At that moment, when Jacob was under my spell (god this sounds terribly written, like a romance novel), I flashed Adam a look, turned back to Jacob, gave him another brief kiss and left them both standing there, confused.
I made my way into the house and there stood Kat and her two kids. WTF?
And all the shrooms had been stolen by people at the party. No tea.
No tea for anyone.
My alarm went off.
I can guess what some of this might mean, but really, I just want to forget it. I want to forget how badly I wanted to flog Jon. I want to forget how spiteful I was towards Adam. I want to forget about running from my friends. I want to forget about the goddamn stairwell. And I want to forget about the fucking party.