Hey You, Wake Up, Open Your Swollen Eyes
Greetings, all. While it wasn't very pleasurable to me, you may find this interesting. I had some very strange and overall depressing dreams last night so I thought I might try to share them. Since it's a rather long account, if you don't want to read it, I think I've figured out how to allow you to not, but let's see what happens.
I'm sure there were more than three, but of the first that I remember, I was back on the New College campus in Sarasota. It was very dark and very wet, but I had a pillow and was trying to find places to sleep outside the dormitories. When I say outside the dormitories, I mean on the concrete, next to a wall, and on a stone bench. For some reason, the Cocoa group was on some kind of road trip, but the only one I remember actually there was Steve.
The second dream I remember took place in a very open space that felt European. There was a group of buildings with cafes and small shops with covered patios that opened to a plaza with lots of steps, almost like a big fountain, except I don't remember any water besides the torrential rain. I was competing with this other guy, basically, for the affection of this fairly hot chick. Don't recall anything about the other guy, but this girl had a huge thing for guys in suits of armor. I guess she thought I would come up with something really good because she nearly orgasmed just thinking about me wearing it. Before you say anything, in my weird, dream perspective, there was no association between myself and the "role" I was "playing", so I got nothing out of it and you need to shut the fuck up. My "role" got even weirder when I got to see myself. The only problem was, it wasn't me, it was Mario. Yes, the brother of Luigi and everyone's favorite plumber, THAT Mario. He was trying to put on his armor, but it wouldn't fit due to his being so short. He was playing the same role as me, apparently, because I felt miserable and defeated with him since his armor wouldn't cooperate and he wouldn't get the girl. It was as much a blow to me as it was to him. I remember lots of rain.
The third, and last, dream ended when I woke up. It was very bad and I felt like I had lost my sanity. This guy works for a mob boss and he is sent to the boss's favorite restaurant to get it ready for him to eat. The guy figures that "ready" means "no people", so he decides to kill everyone there to keep it simple. Strangely, the entire shooting scene was very cartoony, not real, even the people. So this cartoon guy is shooting little, blue ovals that make the other cartoon people disappear when they hit them. He kills everyone in the restaurant: customers, waiters, everyone. Most importantly, he kills this cute girl waitress, who's name was Mariko (I think), who he knows very well and even has a thing for. He wraps his arm around her waist, kisses her briefly and then shoots her. The scene changes and everything goes back to being real. At one table are myself, because I apparently work for the mob boss also, and my mother (who is not my actual mother because I care about this person in my dream) on one side, and the guy who just killed everyone and some woman I don't know on the other side. The guy's two partners, who are giant insects for some reason, are at the next table with the mob boss. It's around this time that I start associating the guy with Jason Sardi. I don't know why, as it's not Jason, but that's how I think of him for the rest of the dream. So Jason tells the boss what he did and one of the insects holds up something that somehow represents the remains of the people who died. Jason and the boss start laughing and you expect the boss to say something about a job well done. The only problem is that this is the boss's favorite restaurant and Mariko was his favorite server, so the boss becomes enraged. He's now standing behind Jason and has lost all control in his anger, shouting "YOU KILLED MARIKO!" He pulls out what looks to be an uzi and tries, unsuccessfully, to remove Jason's head with a lead hammer of bullets. Jason's head does not clear the metal back of the chair he's sitting in, so all of the bullets are ricocheting off the chair. At the same time I start to stand up, the gun moves to behind the woman next to Jason. Bullets have not stopped coming out of this gun and they are now ripping through this woman's torso as she screams in terrible pain. Now, the bullets ricocheting bullets off the chair should have been hitting me in the neck and chest, but they didn't. However, I find that, as ammunition has been pumping through this woman and chewing her into pulp, I have lost my left shoe and have obtained several, extremely painful, bullet holes clear through my left leg and they are now bleeding profusely. Jason stands and turns at the same time the boss recovers control of the weapon. The table is thick enough to stop penetration and is turned over, so my mother crouches behind it. The last I see of Jason is his entire body, from shoulder to knee, mutilated from the bullets pouring into him, to the point of forming huge, disgusting bubbles of flesh and blood. The gun falls to the floor, spouting bullets until it's finally empty. The boss leaves and I wake up. I could still see and feel the holes in my leg after waking up and the disturbing images wouldn't leave until I got to work.
Yeah...
Going to Circuit City tomorrow to put a CD player into the Saturn, then movie time with James. Need to remember to make time to call about apartments, too. Alright, I'm done for now, but just remember:
"Irises always smell strongest in the rain. Even if it's raining blood."
I'm sure there were more than three, but of the first that I remember, I was back on the New College campus in Sarasota. It was very dark and very wet, but I had a pillow and was trying to find places to sleep outside the dormitories. When I say outside the dormitories, I mean on the concrete, next to a wall, and on a stone bench. For some reason, the Cocoa group was on some kind of road trip, but the only one I remember actually there was Steve.
The second dream I remember took place in a very open space that felt European. There was a group of buildings with cafes and small shops with covered patios that opened to a plaza with lots of steps, almost like a big fountain, except I don't remember any water besides the torrential rain. I was competing with this other guy, basically, for the affection of this fairly hot chick. Don't recall anything about the other guy, but this girl had a huge thing for guys in suits of armor. I guess she thought I would come up with something really good because she nearly orgasmed just thinking about me wearing it. Before you say anything, in my weird, dream perspective, there was no association between myself and the "role" I was "playing", so I got nothing out of it and you need to shut the fuck up. My "role" got even weirder when I got to see myself. The only problem was, it wasn't me, it was Mario. Yes, the brother of Luigi and everyone's favorite plumber, THAT Mario. He was trying to put on his armor, but it wouldn't fit due to his being so short. He was playing the same role as me, apparently, because I felt miserable and defeated with him since his armor wouldn't cooperate and he wouldn't get the girl. It was as much a blow to me as it was to him. I remember lots of rain.
The third, and last, dream ended when I woke up. It was very bad and I felt like I had lost my sanity. This guy works for a mob boss and he is sent to the boss's favorite restaurant to get it ready for him to eat. The guy figures that "ready" means "no people", so he decides to kill everyone there to keep it simple. Strangely, the entire shooting scene was very cartoony, not real, even the people. So this cartoon guy is shooting little, blue ovals that make the other cartoon people disappear when they hit them. He kills everyone in the restaurant: customers, waiters, everyone. Most importantly, he kills this cute girl waitress, who's name was Mariko (I think), who he knows very well and even has a thing for. He wraps his arm around her waist, kisses her briefly and then shoots her. The scene changes and everything goes back to being real. At one table are myself, because I apparently work for the mob boss also, and my mother (who is not my actual mother because I care about this person in my dream) on one side, and the guy who just killed everyone and some woman I don't know on the other side. The guy's two partners, who are giant insects for some reason, are at the next table with the mob boss. It's around this time that I start associating the guy with Jason Sardi. I don't know why, as it's not Jason, but that's how I think of him for the rest of the dream. So Jason tells the boss what he did and one of the insects holds up something that somehow represents the remains of the people who died. Jason and the boss start laughing and you expect the boss to say something about a job well done. The only problem is that this is the boss's favorite restaurant and Mariko was his favorite server, so the boss becomes enraged. He's now standing behind Jason and has lost all control in his anger, shouting "YOU KILLED MARIKO!" He pulls out what looks to be an uzi and tries, unsuccessfully, to remove Jason's head with a lead hammer of bullets. Jason's head does not clear the metal back of the chair he's sitting in, so all of the bullets are ricocheting off the chair. At the same time I start to stand up, the gun moves to behind the woman next to Jason. Bullets have not stopped coming out of this gun and they are now ripping through this woman's torso as she screams in terrible pain. Now, the bullets ricocheting bullets off the chair should have been hitting me in the neck and chest, but they didn't. However, I find that, as ammunition has been pumping through this woman and chewing her into pulp, I have lost my left shoe and have obtained several, extremely painful, bullet holes clear through my left leg and they are now bleeding profusely. Jason stands and turns at the same time the boss recovers control of the weapon. The table is thick enough to stop penetration and is turned over, so my mother crouches behind it. The last I see of Jason is his entire body, from shoulder to knee, mutilated from the bullets pouring into him, to the point of forming huge, disgusting bubbles of flesh and blood. The gun falls to the floor, spouting bullets until it's finally empty. The boss leaves and I wake up. I could still see and feel the holes in my leg after waking up and the disturbing images wouldn't leave until I got to work.
Yeah...
Going to Circuit City tomorrow to put a CD player into the Saturn, then movie time with James. Need to remember to make time to call about apartments, too. Alright, I'm done for now, but just remember:
"Irises always smell strongest in the rain. Even if it's raining blood."