Ooh, baby, baby, it's a wild world...

May 18, 2010 12:48

Update from last entry: Things have gotten better. Things have been resolved. Still kinda shitty but not as shitty.

Anyway.

So I rarely ever remember my dreams, right? Let's write about them.

Well last night I had a dream that a bunch of people, of a variety of ages (I didn't know any of them) and I were in this, like, elevated house, that you had to take an elevator to get up to. All this crazy shit was going down (I don't remember what exactly) and we were kind of hiding from everything, away from it all but still scared and panicky. There were a lot of windows overlooking the city in the house, and there were these little explosions flaring up in the distance. We were too high up to see individual people, but we could see the city lights - and then suddenly everything went black. Except our lights stayed on. We thought maybe the commotion was over, so a few of us went to see what was going on, and find out if people needed help. About eight of us load into the elevator and take it down. The doors open on the ground floor and as our eyes adjust to the dark we see that there's a crowd of people lurching toward us. Nope - they're zombies. It was like a scene out of I Am Legend. For some reason my logic was to run out of the elevator and dodge through the mob - I guess I figured that having room to run would be better than being cornered in the elevator. As I was running I noticed that one of the zombies after me was one of my best friends, Renee. I tried to talk to her. I said, "What is going on? What happened?" No response. Nothing big had changed in her appearance, but I noticed that her pupils and irises looked milky - and that was how I knew that someone was a zombie. As I ran through the city streets, up and over the rubble, I didn't see anyone normal. Everyone had been taken over. That was why the lights had gone off. I had to get back to the house, that was the only safe place. We passed more zombies. Some chased for a bit, eventually losing interest, but Renee stayed on my tail. I was always a good distance ahead of her because she was slow, but she was always there when I looked back. I took a roundabout way back to the house, and as I sprinted for the elevator I saw one of the older men who had been in the house on the ground, being attacked by three zombies. It wasn't really a violent-looking attack, but somehow I knew he was in trouble. I ran, grabbed his hand, and together we made it to the elevator with little time to spare. I punched the button and the door closed right as Renee got there. I didn't want to leave her, I wanted to help her, but there was no way. The man's not saying anything, just panting from near exhaustion. He looks to be in his forties, balding, with mousy brown hair and crooked teeth. And he's kinda helpless, childlike. He may have a mental issue. I want to take care of him. The door opens at the house level and I step out of the elevator. The people who stayed are still safe, though not everyone who went down to the city made it back. I look behind me, back at the man. He's still in the elevator - and he's staring back at me with milky eyes. I scream, and as he stumbles out of the elevator the men of the house tackle and restrain him. I learn that if you blindfold the zombies, their zombie-like tendencies go away. There's another one up here, an elderly woman, being taken care of by a boy about my age. Apparently he brought her up here, and he's taking care of her - so this man's my responsibility. I'm sitting next to him on a bed, watching TV while absently feeding him oatmeal. He speaks occasionally. Random stuff, superficial conversation. I look over at him. He's got a devilish smile on his face, and one of his eyes is out of the blindfold, staring straight at me. He's about to pounce. And then I woke up.

WHOA SCARY. Good thing Sherwood was there, except I didn't want to wake him up because he had work early. But I think he woke up anyway, because I remember saying I had a bad dream about zombies. Maybe he was sleep-talking at me.

I remember my dream from the night before last, too - this story's funnier. And shorter. Well, it could be long-ish but I'm gonna make it shorter because I don't feel like typing because I'm procrastinating so hard right now snd I need to do work. So. I was with my sister and we were arguing about clothes, like we always used to do when we were younger. She was being stupid and bratty and I was SO PISSED, and I said, "WHAT IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM?!" Then I woke up, opened my eyes, and Sherwood was there, about to kiss me goodbye as he left for work. He looked a little surprised. I rolled over and said sleepily, "Baaaaby, I just had a dream and I was SO maaaad!" He laughed, and said he figured. I suspected, but didn't find out until he got back, that I had actually said "YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME." - to his face. Out loud while he was trying to wake me up. lol. What a great thing to hear when you're about to say "I love you, bye". Hahaha.

In other news... My MCAT is this Friday and I'm going to fail. Well, technically you can't fail. But I'm gonna get a terrible score. GAH. But regardless, afterward I'm going to get a haircut that involves a scalp massage, get me some retail therapy, and then we're going to Sherwood's cabin on Lake Michigan to celebrate his birthday and I plan on partying my face off THE ENTIRE WEEKEND. Coronas on the beach, hells yes!

babylove, procrastination, summer twenty ten, mernay, dreams

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