my return to livejournal: a disturbing dream
i want people to comment on this, it’s very weird and confusing.
sometimes the amount of detail in my dreams creeps me out.
a snippet of it:first, i almost had a threesome with ashley (who had some weird giant tongue piercing with an eyeball decoration on it that fell out in my mouth) and jamie, but i couldn’t do it because my abode was apparently the second story/loft of some bar/restaurant but had no partition, so there were a bunch of douchey penn kids in there, and all the excuses i made in order to make them leave so i could do this threesome didn’t work. i was causing a scene, because most patrons in the restaurant were looking at me. i thought about taking them to some other home i thought i had (the bar one isn’t real either), but for a similar reason i couldn’t do that. ashley left, then jamie left, and there was another girl i tried to convince to come home (to skokie--which i thought was a 10 minute walk in my dream) with me, but that didn’t work. i tried apologizing to one of the douche guys but he was just tall and mean.
i left the bar in a state of duress, i’m pretty sure by this point i was crying...and then i looked to my right and saw the scene of a car crash and police cars. the attack dog with the police unit started attacking the cops. i watched as it jumped and tore giant pieces of flesh from the peoples bodies, and each one went down with just one bite. probably at least 5 were killed. it was dark and the only lights on this scene were from the cops’ cars, so once they all went down i couldn’t see the dog. i started to walk away briskly assuming that the dog wouldn’t follow me, but i started to think twice of it. i also remember having some sort of thought that what i had seen was only on tv. then i thought twice of that and started to run.
even when the fear subsided, i kept running. i was carrying a bottle of poland spring water in my left hand and wearing a red t-shirt (i’d assume the one i usually used to run in), and it started to rain. i cried. a lot. partially from fear, but also because it felt SO good to be running again, no less in the warm rain. i was reminded of my long run through the hurricane this summer--where i coined the phrase--”if i can run through a hurricane, i can run a marathon.” at some point i ran past a black bum in a sleeping bag who pulled it over his face once i thought to myself that it was weird he could sleep through the rain.
i eventually ended up at a house where what i think was the production staff from mask and wig’s show was present. i was freaking out a bit, telling people about the failed threesome and the attack dog. i think i spent some time expressing this fear and outrage physically by rolling on the floor, or something like that--sliding or jumping possibly. so i went into some back dining room and there were three people there, one of whom was david.
i turned around and went back into the kitchen and someone was talking about the wild dog that had been running around all over and killing people. i think the tv or radio may have been the source of info. for a minute, maybe, a scary story was told, i think by josh, but at especially scary moments the phone would ring, or there’d be a rap on the door and i was the only one freaking out. then they started singing happy birthday to me, and i said it wasn’t my birthday for a week, or so. they sang really well with harmonies and dynamics, and i controlled the cutoff, but someone went past it. i thought it was david. as i was going to call him out on it, nikhil interrupted me by offering me a piece of cinnamon starbucks gum (a scene which had happened in real life a few days earlier with sabina), and someone else offered me those haribo soda-flavored/shaped gummies. i hugged some dark-haired woman who had organized the birthday singing and whatnot, and then someone came up and introduced the dark-haired woman as his or her mom. i felt surprised, but then woke up.
in my waking state i feel extremely down and somewhat tired, even though i slept a good 6 hours, then 1 hour (after a brief wake period where i checked an email and decided sleeping was a better idea)
what else is in store? a failed threesome, me thinking i’m a musical director for a vocal group annnnnd an analysis of the lighting in some of the scenes
sometimes the amount of detail in my dreams creeps me out.
a snippet of it:first, i almost had a threesome with ashley (who had some weird giant tongue piercing with an eyeball decoration on it that fell out in my mouth) and jamie, but i couldn’t do it because my abode was apparently the second story/loft of some bar/restaurant but had no partition, so there were a bunch of douchey penn kids in there, and all the excuses i made in order to make them leave so i could do this threesome didn’t work. i was causing a scene, because most patrons in the restaurant were looking at me. i thought about taking them to some other home i thought i had (the bar one isn’t real either), but for a similar reason i couldn’t do that. ashley left, then jamie left, and there was another girl i tried to convince to come home (to skokie--which i thought was a 10 minute walk in my dream) with me, but that didn’t work. i tried apologizing to one of the douche guys but he was just tall and mean.
i left the bar in a state of duress, i’m pretty sure by this point i was crying...and then i looked to my right and saw the scene of a car crash and police cars. the attack dog with the police unit started attacking the cops. i watched as it jumped and tore giant pieces of flesh from the peoples bodies, and each one went down with just one bite. probably at least 5 were killed. it was dark and the only lights on this scene were from the cops’ cars, so once they all went down i couldn’t see the dog. i started to walk away briskly assuming that the dog wouldn’t follow me, but i started to think twice of it. i also remember having some sort of thought that what i had seen was only on tv. then i thought twice of that and started to run.
even when the fear subsided, i kept running. i was carrying a bottle of poland spring water in my left hand and wearing a red t-shirt (i’d assume the one i usually used to run in), and it started to rain. i cried. a lot. partially from fear, but also because it felt SO good to be running again, no less in the warm rain. i was reminded of my long run through the hurricane this summer--where i coined the phrase--”if i can run through a hurricane, i can run a marathon.” at some point i ran past a black bum in a sleeping bag who pulled it over his face once i thought to myself that it was weird he could sleep through the rain.
i eventually ended up at a house where what i think was the production staff from mask and wig’s show was present. i was freaking out a bit, telling people about the failed threesome and the attack dog. i think i spent some time expressing this fear and outrage physically by rolling on the floor, or something like that--sliding or jumping possibly. so i went into some back dining room and there were three people there, one of whom was david.
i turned around and went back into the kitchen and someone was talking about the wild dog that had been running around all over and killing people. i think the tv or radio may have been the source of info. for a minute, maybe, a scary story was told, i think by josh, but at especially scary moments the phone would ring, or there’d be a rap on the door and i was the only one freaking out. then they started singing happy birthday to me, and i said it wasn’t my birthday for a week, or so. they sang really well with harmonies and dynamics, and i controlled the cutoff, but someone went past it. i thought it was david. as i was going to call him out on it, nikhil interrupted me by offering me a piece of cinnamon starbucks gum (a scene which had happened in real life a few days earlier with sabina), and someone else offered me those haribo soda-flavored/shaped gummies. i hugged some dark-haired woman who had organized the birthday singing and whatnot, and then someone came up and introduced the dark-haired woman as his or her mom. i felt surprised, but then woke up.
in my waking state i feel extremely down and somewhat tired, even though i slept a good 6 hours, then 1 hour (after a brief wake period where i checked an email and decided sleeping was a better idea)
what else is in store? a failed threesome, me thinking i’m a musical director for a vocal group annnnnd an analysis of the lighting in some of the scenes