It’s been a while since I’ve logged an entry. I’ve had other vivid dreams, just never got around to typing them because I’m too lazy. Some involving computers, nuns, catastrophe and co-worker E.
I was in a dark house. It’s a rather blocky place, the walls brick and the floors both wood and green carpet. I was supposed to create the place (clearly, DQB2 inspired) but I hadn’t been back in a while. All of the sudden, I realized that I had to finish it! I surveyed the floorplan and created 2 crane games with the myriad of items I had in my possession. Super proud of myself for such a creative way of emptying my pockets, and making the crane game one that wouldn’t be a rip off (it cost $1 to play). Then I descended to the main foyer and my workers were all morose and depressed. Turned out I hadn’t had the spark in me for a while and had been neglecting them! Plus, there was a deadline because She was coming soon! I decided to right my wrongs and set up the 2 desks I had towards the far wall. Immediately, my people jumped on them and started working on their costumes. There were some words of inspiration and encouragement and I could feel the happiness return to the place. I had left over in my pockets 2 folding tables, so I set them down in front of the others and voila, 2 more workers hopped on as design and operations. I was feeling really good. It was bustling, busy and how it was supposed to be. That’s when I caught sight of something dropped on the floor. I picked it up and it turned out to be a small model of a praying mantis/ Scyther. Nostalgia washed over me because I had made this when my business was fledgling. It was a small scale costume. I wanted to do it. To make it. Myself. I ran outside to the coat closet (Like, outside, outside). The property was this massive horse-ranch-type place. It was fall, gorgeous and a bunch of girls were hanging around my closet/shed. I went through the coats hanging in there and decided I couldn’t cut into my favorite coats and jackets, but found some old ones that I would allow me enough fabric to accomplish what I needed! Brown, segmented jacket, bright green long coat…Perfect! I took them back inside and was suddenly aware that my mom might be upset at me for cutting up perfectly good pieces of clothing, so I rolled them up into a ball. And it was a good thing I did because when I entered the house, her messenger was there to tell me my mother wanted to see me.
I walked into the foyer, past my workers and into the uber busy main portion of the home where my parents ran their empire. Being so crowded, I caught a glimpse and heard her call my name, but pretended to not hear and then went into a nearby room to escape her. I went through 2 different sections and even started trying to run, but she ran faster and caught up to me. I pretended that I’d been looking for her because her messenger told me she’d wanted to see me. Mother would never think poorly of me because I was her star adopted child (she was some short white, blonde lady wearing a blue business suit dress). She told me she had some important business to discuss with me regarding my father (her ex-husband, so adoptive father) and that she wanted me to meet with her biological daughter for business reasons. I rolled my eyes inwardly because it seems she was trying to rope me into some business scheme I definitely didn’t want to be involved with. Also, I’d never met her daughter before. How I became her adopted daughter, I can’t remember. She probably had met me once, had a great experience and decided to adopt me for my talents. It’s not like I could denounce it all because she was the funding for the house, my family and my creative projects. Turned out she wanted to find out more about what her ex-husband had been gifting her children. He had decided to give the twin boys (10 or 12 in age, also blonde) king sized beds as a gift and Mother was morally opposed to such things. He hadn’t been able to get in contact with me to give me anything, and Mother was ranting to me as we walked about the negative ethical reasons on having such large beds at a young age. I, personally, thought it was a complete waste of money for children to have such large beds, but who cares, it’s just a bed and these people were super rich. We make it to one of her secretaries’ desks (Minh Tuyet) and the jovial people there suddenly jump to attention. They give Mother a report of what’s going on and as they’re conferring about appointments and business matters, I turn to one of the others there (I have a good relationship with most of the workers) and we exchange funny eye communication. When I was sure she wasn’t paying attention to us, I start telling the worker about the whole bed thing and how I’m only allowed to have a twin bed because I’m not old enough AND I’m single. We both share a big eyeroll together. When I turn around, Mother has left and given the messenger directions to bring me to wherever she wants me to go while she takes care of something. The messenger and I share good natured conversation while she leads me to the destination. Suddenly, I see notification lights everywhere, from Mother calling for assistants to pick up the comm lines, but I don’t see anyone around, so we just ignore it and continue on our way.
It suddenly jumps back to the crane game. I’m there with my real mother, nephew and his father. My mom is trying it out and it really is easy to play just like I designed it. My mom aims for a sport bra and ends up with something else instead, but she’s happy. My nephew wants to try and ends up snagging a bag of stuff he doesn’t need, so we put it back and give him another go. This time he snags a Pikachu toy and his dad and my mom all exclaim in excitement. I want to try too, so I do but I miss. Some other people play and then I try again and miss again. How in the world…my own game… I decide we should go to the other crane game and here my brother is playing. It’s the older of the 2 crane games and I see major flaws in the building of the room. Access is nigh impossible! I jump down to fix it and when it’s my turn to try the game, I FAIL AGAIN.
Then some crazy thing about a seaside place and chasing bad guys in an armored truck. Eventually it turns into a foot chase and I catch the guy. He’s smaller than me, older like middle age, a small scraggly beard around his mouth and upper lip and black hair. Not skinny and not fat. That’s when he spews profanity and curses at me. I’m much bigger than him so I grab him with my hands and drag him over to the water. Still spouting nasty things, I shove his head in the water to shut him up. This needs to end and fast. I try to squeeze his neck but I can’t because my hands are too small to get good purchase, plus it’s an awful way to kill somebody on account of the duration of time. Moreover, speed will prevent him from escaping me, so I twist his neck. I can feel the bones and cartilage slide over each other as I twist and he dies with a crunch and a pop. All in front of his son. It’s not a good feeling, but it needed to be done in the remote fishing village. He was an awful blight upon the world. My mission ia complete. I turn away and…
…end up in the dungeon-like basement of Mother’s house (think DQB2 flagstone and castle wall blocks). The messenger has succeeded in bringing me where I needed to go. A woman comes out of a room and says, “The daughter? Are you the daughter?” We both say yes and she beckons me into the room. It’s an medical exam room. I’m chattering away at her, good naturedly, but she’s impatient to get me onto the table. I guess they’re on a tight schedule. I tell her this and that and she keeps telling me over and over to get all the way on the table. I kick off my shoes and when I ask what she’s going to do, she says she needs to check and treat me for ulcers. I’m like, “Ulcers? I have ulcers?” She nods gravely. When I ask her how they’re going to remove ulcers, she says, “Just lay down.” I don’t remember taking off my clothes, but now I’m not wearing clothes and she’s looking at my skin with a strange magnifying device that allows her and me to see very closely. I lay there and wonder if she can see through my skin with it, when she says, what’s this. I look at the screen and it’s just a mole on my skin. She proceeds to pull it out with tweezers and it turns out to be a maggot/worm. Whoa. What? Is that what’s causing the ulcers? That’s when she notices that I’m covered in red welts. Itchy ones. She starts marking them and I say, oh it’s probably hives. They’re everywhere, though and increasing in number and I say, “Ah, that’s right, mosquito bites!” She doesn’t believe me and that’s when Mother comes into the room. She’s delighted that I’m getting a medical exam (I guess I was recently adopted?) but is worried with the onset of all the red bumps. I start telling them the show I watched on TV called The Monsters In Me how these people in South Africa had maggots in them from flies laying eggs on line-dried sheets that were not ironed. Suddenly a lioness jumped on the glass door to the room, knocking it off its hinges and onto Mother. The lioness went to chase someone else, but I yelled to Mother to block the whole doorway with the door so it doesn’t come in!
That’s when I woke up.