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Storage unit, some lovin

Last night and the other night

After going through a large exhibition area where there was to be a convention (all the merchants were setting up) I decided to go tour a storage facility with my brother as we were thinking about renting a storage unit (true story btw). According to the computer this particular facility only has 4 other renters so we had the pick of the crop. We go through thr dimly lit hallways and peer into each “unit” though each one seemed more like a big room than a storage unit. In fact the storage facility seemed like an old office or school building. We played in one of them, doing cartwheels and somersaults while some kids came into the room to run around too. Carrying on, we found one where we were thinking through the logistics of mattresses and tires fitting in the area. Then I decided to go through another unit close by. Turns out it belonged to another person (why storage units have your run of the mill door with a knob I dunno) and they had the whole setup! Bed, lamp, dresser. Even a window. I turned to my brother, knowing that it was fully illegal to do this, but shrugged and said, “Well it’s certainly cheaper than renting an apartment.”

Last night’s dreams were less logical. In fact there were 2 instances of me trying to score. One with a guy I used to go to college with and the other was a woman I’d never met before…skinny, possibly asian, shoulder cut hair parted to the side. Since no one reads this, I think I’ll go into a little more detail. The setting was my place, which was like an apartment, white, bright and inviting, the sun pouring in through the large windows adorned with sheer white curtains. She sat down in a chair and leaned back, a smile on her face and relaxing. I walk up to her from in front, smiling myself in anticipation. Before I could touch her, though, she kicked off her heels and breathed a loud sigh of satisfaction. She had on a red tube dress with spaghetti straps, and I brush the straps aside, off her shoulders (and at this point apparently slid them off altogether). My view was of her armpits and up and it is only understood that she was naked, not actually shown. I begin by rubbing her shoulders, her thin, tone muscles, small under my hands. Then I start to work my way down and oops, on to the next person! Different day, same place. On the bed this time, is my old schoolmate. He is unclothed and on the bed, all white sheets and pillows and walls. I hop on and start playing with his body as he smiles knowingly at me. His tan skin and firm muscular body attractive in all ways. We’re about to get to the fun part, when my mom decides to walk by. I try to cover him up with the sheets, but he starts joking with me and we play-tussle while giggling. My mom looks at me with an annoyed look on her face, as if saying, really? Now? Then rolls her eyes and keeps walking. We giggle with each other some more and…

Next dream. BUMMER!!!!

This part is more confusing and sporadic, but I am at one point walking Gable along some streets and near crowds of people. I’m doing it on purpose as people take one look at him and utter words of amazement. We walk along a road, down a street, near the water, up another street. Just strutting our stuff and he’s being such a good boy. Then I’m in a mall-type open air place where I’m supposed to be working. My coworker is there and she asks me to take a PA of her teeth. I do and we compare them to the last one taken. She is missing her molars, just root tips remaining, while the premolars present with broken roots! No wonder he’s having pain. I tell her we have to let a doctor see it, and we wait until my boss looks at her teeth, but his face is all wrong…too long and with white fuzz growing from his face. Then all of the sudden I’m working for this really hard-ass guy who is making a big deal about some small instance and then…I wake up

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Mom, sister, work, phone, asian

It’s amazing exactly how much I forget within an hour of waking up. The mind gets distracted and WHAM. I’ll sort of recall them again, but never in as much detail.

After some things happened, I invited my mom to come with me to a new large Asian market that opened where we lived (not here. The area didn’t have any real Asian markets so this was awesome). The way it was set up was a large building with outdoor space and indoor space where vendors could rent and set up their wares. I came first because I wanted to get a head start on the crowds. As I start looking around I see my sister there and so we walk around. It was too early so not all the vendors had shown up yet. Finally spotted my mom and we found ourselves in a cordoned off area. Everyone was speaking Chinese (Cantonese as I surmised in the dream) and my sister disclosed to us that they don’t like other people other than Chinese here, but we’re OK because she works there as a secretary, so we can go wherever. She runs off to get back to her post and my mom and I decide not to cause problems so we leave, but not before I notice other races lounging around. We end up in an actual mall with Asian stores. My mom is studying some stuff at a kiosk and I point out a gift shop we should go to next. This man starts speaking loudly in our language that she (referring to me) is old enough to go into a store without her mom! And on and on and on. We both pretend we don’t speak or understand what he’s saying and wander into the store next to the gift shop. My mom starts looking through stuff and decides to buy 2 little trinket. She tries to swipe her card in the machine like it was a self checkout and then a line starts forming behind her, but it’s not a self-checkout thing at all, so the clerk finally rings her up. By the time we leave the store, the gift shop is closed for lunch and I am sad. We wander around the mall a bit and my mom points out things that she thought I was looking for, but I want in that gift shop! Then I notice some kids have left an adorable pad of paper on some stuff. They are nowhere to be found so I decide to take it. I start tearing out the pages they drew or wrote on but as I start tearing, I realize it’s the entire pad of paper, so I stop tearing and we leave. I am sad.

I am not working even though it is a normal work day, so I decide that my mom should use the opportunity to get her filling appointment done so that I can take her. I’m planning and deciding and trying to message my coworkers. We end up in the house I left when I lived South and it is empty aside from a few essentials like we were staying there for a little. We were walking around taking stock of what had changed and I walked into the upstairs master bathroom. It’s white and clean, just like it used to be. I look in the shower and there’s a pedestal sink in it right below the towel bar which is apparently completely normal to a dream. Then one of my coworkers shows me an image of the schedule and I see that there is indeed an opening! So I grab my mom and we start heading there because it will take an hour to drive there so we need to leave now. In the meantime I’m trying to get in touch with the front desk to be sure that there is indeed an opening. No response to messages, so I try to call, but I call her cell phone by accident and all I can hear is her talking to patients in the background. I end the call and try to call the office number but I have the hardest time getting the number correctly into my phone. Fat fingers, I even try to draw it out for the phone, and no matter what I do the call can’t be completed because I’ve attempted too many times. It doesn’t matter because we’re already there! I don’t even recognize the building. So we get in and it’s hopping. Front desk has gone somewhere and my doctor is swamped with patients. I tell him hi and that my mom is here for fillings. He apologizes and says that he refused to pick up the phone because he didn’t want to deal with anymore insurance problems. I walk my mom to the back and for some reason my friend has come with us. There are all sorts of chairs and beds and stuff. My practice has indeed grown and for some reason now deals with intensive care? Is that a new born hooked up to a machine? Enough beds to keep people there over night! Two patients are already there, one on a dental chair waiting and the other is on a table having his blood pressure taken in anticipation of something. I’m just waiting for an assistant to come put my mom somewhere and then I wake up.

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Song, tomato, assassin, bathroom

I hate bathroom dreams…they’re the worst! But let’s start the farthest back I can remember.

Somehow I had gotten my hands on 2 assassin’s creed articles of clothing! One was a woman’s long skirt, yellowish, flowing and with the Assassin’s emblem on it. The other was a man’s pants. Contrary to myself, I chose to wear the long skirt because it seemed more like the game! Even within the dream as I was either running away or towards something with a friend, I kept telling them that I never wear skirts, ever, but long skirts are OK (especially when it’s like the Assassins). There was this long stretch of stone road, empty next to the water. It led to a large stone gate of some sort and I sprinted down the way towards this arch either trying to assassinate someone or to get away from someone. There was a minor cutaway to an alternate time when I wore the pants instead, but my brain decided it liked the skirt better.

Jump to a backyard deck. It was large and the yard itself was a decent size, backed by trees. The sky was gray and getting to be evening time, but threatening to rain at the same time. I had all sorts of plants growing there and I vaguely remember some spider webs on them because the mosquitoes were attacking my flesh. Not uncommon. I go back inside and I can’t remember what happened here, but all of the sudden I’m back on the deck but this time my brother is with me and I’m exclaiming about all the fruits! The deck was butting up to the neighbor’s deck too and I think they had some plants, but not like mine. There was a pomegranate plant, tomato plant, and 3 trees of some sort of fruit. I only know that because I took my phone out and tried to take this cool outline photo of the 3 trees against the dusk sky. Try as I might I couldn’t get my hands to remain steady, so they all came out somewhat blurry, but rather cool. I pick a very ripe pomegranate off the tree, so ripe that it was starting to mold and fell right off the plant. I couldn’t wait to tell my mom about the plants. I took another look at the tomato plant, bursting with tomatoes and realized to my tremendous delight, that the thing I mistook for a very hardcore spider web was actually a massive round tomato (they were all green at the moment) almost guarded by the web. Like, easily 5x the size of the other tomatoes. I was thrilled beyond anything ever and took the pomegranate inside the house. My mom decided to move everything off of the deck so that I could power wash and re-seal the wood. I exclaimed that it’s too early because it’s still summer, the tree isn’t gone yet and also, I have to go to work, it’s not like I have the summer off, but I help bring things in.

Once further inside the house, we were on vacation. It was our first day at the beach house. I was wearing my swimming things and it was night so time to time to sleep. The bathroom I was using turned out to be the smallest thing you have ever seen with the oddest setup ever. When you walk in you see a very nice vanity (the bathroom must have just been renovated) facing the door, but it’s not backing a wall, behind it (not centered, just behind it) is the toilet and not 5 inches in front of that is the tub. I really had to poop and I needed to hurry up and poop so I could sleep or go somewhere, so I start pushing and standing on the vanity. Body doesn’t want to cooperate. Then the lights go out and I jump down and out to tell my brother to go flip the breaker. He says it’s not the switch, and realizes the problem is that he turned on the ceiling fan in his room. Whatever, it works now, so I go back and close the door and get on the sink again. Then it occurs to me that there’s a toilet in the bathroom, I just hadn’t seen it, so I go wedge myself around the vanity to sit on this cramped toilet. Colon finally starts giving and suddenly I realize that I never took off my swimming shorts. Oops. So I take those off and am finally properly using the toilet, but now I have to go wash my swimming stuff. Sigh. I get up to jump into the bath to take a shower and I wake up.

haaaate poop and pee dreams. The dream ended because I was afraid of what I was doing in real life. Every time through the night a dream would change I’d get background music from Taylor Swift: Wildest Dreams. 

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Work, water, sand, video game

I was at work, a building I’ve never been to before and don’t recognize. It may have even been on a stone terrace with hanging plants and decorative waterfalls. My coworker and I were trying to finish up our patients to leave because it was on a Saturday or some strange day. She goes off and does something. I’m seeing the wife of a patient that was seen earlier (an older couple). He’s supposed to come back and have a filling done, but the doctor doesn’t know what’s going on, so we’re supposed to help set him up and fill her in on what she’s about to do. I pull up the chart (apparently my coworker and I are switching off working on this patient) to read it so I can summarize for the dentist, and I become upset because you-know-who was the one who had seen him and we all hate her notes. At the beginning the note reads, “Pt has hyper____” I don’t remember what the term is now, but it was supposed to mean that the patient hates pain (not a real term, just something my brain made up I think…now I wish I remembered what it was because it was spelled out clear as day…it was a long word too). I decipher this and start telling everyone. The patient is about to arrive and the doctor is about to come in to start, so I instruct my coworker to go grab another dining room chair (why??? I have no idea) so we can seat the patient (not on it…so…why do we need 2 or any at all). I hurry and end up climbing the stone railings from the bottom level instead of taking the stairs because it was faster. Then the doctor sweeps in and next dream commence!

We were either preparing for or at vacation. It was just me and my brother at home so I was making dinner for us. We had this unfamiliar dining table with white tablecloth and had all of this food piled on it. Both of us were preparing and setting up at the same time, and we sit down on opposite ends of the table to eat. I filled the LARGE Brita pitcher thing even though we had a smaller one because we were very thirsty! I start talking to him about this game I’m playing and how it was like this old one we played and the new monsters and stuff and there was a cutaway to in-game footage on a cliff with monsters. Then it comes back to the house and my mom comes home several hours later. I’m cleaning up dishes and I put water into the large pitcher, and realize that it’s yellow. I go to the other part of the house where everyone was and laughing, told my brother about why it tasted a little funny. He laughed too and my mom said what? I said that it turns out the water we were drinking was a funny color and tasted funny because that pitcher was the same one we brought to the beach with us on vacation, remember? It’s yellow because of the sand! There was beach sand in the pitcher! Good thing it was filtering out the sand! Haha! We all laugh and I told her that amazingly with all that water we drank for dinner neither of us had to go to the bathroom at all! We must have been dehydrated! My brother agreed with me and we all laughed some more.

I wake up and as it turns out I do need to pee, but I’d been holding it apparently. #_# And what was so funny about drinking sandy water? At least I enjoyed that dream.

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Cartoon, Dan Schutte, greyhounds, vet, rocks

I’m back to weird dreams! Whoo! In no particular order.

I was supposed to bring my dogs to the vet. They had several locations and I needed to go to a particular one. My dogs and I make it to my normal vet…now you have to realize that these vet offices are inside and underneath large boulders. Large, flatish boulders with rock-hewn doors that I needed to kick in. Something martial happened, however, and I was chased away from my office. Now I need to find it again but I can’t remember which one. For some reason I am a giant and the boulder buildings and doors are  half of my height. I guess I was too tall to read the small signs, so I go around and kick in doors to peer in a see if the receptionist is right. Finally, we get to the right vet, but I don’t get to go in because onward to another dream!

I’m sitting in a pew in a very large, archaic looking church. My mom is somewhere nearby. I’m half listening to someone say something and half watching cartoons. Looking up, there is this one guy making a large commotion in the center aisle. He’s an average, plumpish fellow looking to be in his late 40s with glasses and a 5 o’clock shadow. He’s making everyone laugh who can hear him and was quite animated. As I watch he hangs on the end of a pew and speaks softly but excitedly to a younger female sitting there. She laughs and he rushes away to get something. I look down and then back up to see that the female has changed seats to sit right next to me. She has wide eyes and tells me that she doesn’t want anything to do with him and can she sit with me. I shrug and tell her he looks very familiar like I know him from somewhere. As I sort through my memories, I am sent back to the time that I did meet him.

Turns out I knew him because he had invited himself to spend the night at my place. He had met my grandma in the street and she invited him to my place for the night. His name was Dan Schutte (who in real life happens to be the author to several famous church hymns) and he needed a place to stay. I am reminded that he had brought his own pajamas, a matching set, white with brownish dots that were designs of some sort. A jolly sort of guy but borderline annoying.

Recollection stops and I tell my new friend about that. She’s like wow and asks me what cartoon I’m watching. The screens are holographic projected screens that are stacked in the air in front of me and those around me, for public use. I am watching a funny kid’s cartoon and we go through a few episodes. It’s getting late and the people around me are falling asleep, which means that my family-friendly shows are no more. The screen shows people living in futuristic pods on a ship. The man asks a pretty young woman to leave the pod she shares with her husband and to help another man inside his, she goes in and realizes he’s not in trouble but is trying to seduce her instead, so she protests and tries to leave, but she is locked from the outside in the cramped space with the lech. I try to switch the channel to something more suited to having my mom around, but everything is geared towards adults now. Even the revamped Animaniacs employs adult humor and swearing. I look over and notice my mom is sleeping soundly and with nothing else on, I shrug and settle in to sleep myself.

There is also a dream that I now remember only vaguely, obviously having been dreamed as one of the first dreams, but it dealt with a magnificent beach house, no windows only open air and gossamer curtains. Unfortunately disaster strikes! We are beset by those who wish us harm so the house becomes a tactical strategy game in the realm of XCOM and Fire Emblem!

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Ex, old friend, hygiene, curry

Sometimes I wake up with my eyes crusty and gooey. I guess I’d been crying in my sleep. That was me this morning.

The other night I dreamed of him. I was in a facility, building of some sort, an apartment building or something in a city. There were lots of friends, people and family. I look out the window and there is a fire at the building next to us with lots of fire trucks underneath, trying to fight it. The other building on the other side is burning too. I’m scared that we’re going to catch fire, and of course, fires make me think of one person. Suddenly I turn and see him, with great surprise I greet him, but he looks so different I don’t even recognize him. He’s skinny, oh so skinny and tired/haggard looking. Even his face is wrong, but I know it’s him. I hug him hard, even though I was afraid of hurting him, and am extremely worried at this point. He tells me that they won’t let him work any more than Sundays as a fireman and when asked why he says it’s because he’s a woman now. That he’s been turned into a woman and he’s at the end of his rope. A surge of resolve flows through me and I tell him that I’m going to help him make it right. We’re going to turn him back into a man so he can live his life again. Now it’s like a video game. He is so happy that I am going to help him, so we open up the map and we fly around until we get to the world I need to get to. The objective is a watery place where we need to find information and I get to a large mushroom that I need to climb because that’s where it is, the answer, when…I wake up. I tried so hard to go back to sleep and finish it, because he was waiting for me dammit! I NEED TO HELP HIM. …But…my brain refused to go back to that dream and I tossed and turned until I got tired of trying to dream.

It was very depressing and disturbing too. Just like in real life, I couldn’t help him even though I promised to, no matter how desperately I wanted it.

Last night was interesting and convoluted. I slept well even though I woke up with tears in my eyes.

There was a part where I was supposed to have been cleaning teeth for some young people but their 5 sisters were making it really hard for me. Still managed to, but overly frustrating and took a long time. Then I was back in my old house, except that I knew it wasn’t our house anymore because it was dark, cold and sterile because my dad has turned it that way.  At the table I was entertaining some friends and people I sort of know. My old friend was asking me about curry and where to get some, and I said, well, here in nova it’s easy to find. He said that he doesn’t like the preservatives in them, so I said there are plenty of alternative stores here too. Before he left I went to spice closet (in the laundry room…) to find our curry to show, but I couldn’t find anything. Then the bell rang and it was a package, but I didn’t want to answer the door because it’s my dad’s house and I didn’t want to know what it was in the box. He was busy hiding until he saw it was the mail carrier and went out to get it. Turns out it was something for my mom? Who was also there. Then suddenly I was outside and my old friend was sitting on the grass. I asked him if he could do cartwheels and he said he didn’t want to scare the rodents in the moss. So we both sat down and I felt like I wanted to sit next to him and have him hold me, but then that reminded me of my ex (I guess that’s where I cried) and I realized that I wasn’t ready to start another relationship yet, even though I wanted to. The heart and brain fighting again. So we both sat there as I poked at the moss on the ground and observed as police pulled over a car.

 

 

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Special needs, corvette, dogs, poop, tacos

Video game type dreams!! I should really type these up immediately because I’ve already forgotten some of it.

I was a normal young person when all of the sudden I was hit with some sort of accident leaving my brain handicapped. Unable to think properly, move coordinatedly, not even speak well. Immense pain in my head and constant dizziness/nausea. I kept getting an image of a large void in my brain. My mom was extremely worried for me and brought me to the grocery store which is a public place and everyone got to see for themselves how invalid I was. A worried doctor met us there and kept me under his care, testing my reflexes and everything. It was a major blow because it was my or our job to infiltrate a facility, but now the main operative was down and out…what could I possibly do? Apparently I still needed to be there because they still took me to the place where our team was being ruthlessly overrun…but. AH HAH! It was all a ploy! As we pushed through level after level of obstacles and enemies (I guess I was still able to do minor supportive roles), we finally get to the end and the enemy’s guard was down give their arch-nemesis was rendered useless, and I sprang into action! At my sole decision, the void in my mind filled right up and WHAM. Victory for good guys! Even my team didn’t know the plan and so it was quite a stir!

Now cut to my extended family. I was taking pictures or something on a bed of one of my old classmates and there was this adorable French bulldog, dark brindle, sleeping there. I spilled water on everyone for some reason but the dog couldn’t even bring itself to care and kept sleeping. I rubbed its belly and it slowly slid over onto my lap where I fussed over it. So adorable! Then the dream became videogame-like where my extended family and I were participating in some quests/games like scavenger hunts and such in this large facility filled with different rooms. Kind of like a convention or a festival. I was doing pretty well looking for chests and looting from them before everyone else to get points. It was strange the way it would switch from digital playing to in-person lifelike. Anyways there was this one room where everyone’s dogs were there. I remember looking for my dogs and chasing after Gable who decided to poop in this place. I was very embarrassed and was looking for how to clean it up. The other dogs had pooped everywhere too and suddenly it was my job to clean everything up while everyone else stood around talking to each other. The weirdest part? The dogs had all pooped on these napkin squares and I had the hardest time trying to pick them up without spilling the poop off. I was trying to stack them and not to breathe in the smell or make a mess, but alas.

Jump (thankfully) to the next part where I wandered by myself after the above festivities with family to the rest of the convention type place. I passed by some sweepstakes for cars that I’d wanted to sign up for earlier but was afraid everyone else would complain for it being a scam. I saw one for a new Corvette and the sign said it was a Disney sweepstake so I started filling out the form, but noticed that it needed a code. I looked up to see a lady walked to me. Dread filled my stomach, fearing that I would have to sit through a sales pitch before being allowed to enter. She was very friendly, though and looked at my entry, saying, oh you’re a female. I was confused until I looked up and realized that the Corvette entry was for males and the pink picture over on the other side was for females. Instead of a Corvette, though, it was for a Lexus, small sporty car, but not anywhere on par with the Corvette. I pulled a face and told her let me just enter it and if they want a male as a winner then I can give them my brother because he’s the one who likes Corvettes anyways. She gave me the code and placed the entry for me and then invited me over to the big table so that I could partake of the tacos they had there. There were couples all eating tacos together. She made me a taco and had me sit down to eat. It. Was. GOOD. I got up to get some more after finishing the first one and eavesdropping on all the other conversations. I had to fight with another guy to get the remaining ingredients which were running low. So good!

Analysis: 

The food and fighting for it was from eating Golden Corral for dinner. The dog poop was probably because there was a dog sleeping in my room and farting. I fed them a different food last night (came in the mail, free!) which typically lends to gas. Not sure where the other stuff came from because I didn’t play any video games at all yesterday. The headache might have been a real headache from sinuses or weird sleeping position.

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Night visitor, Mall, old person, food

I am plagued. Absolutely plagued by these erotic dreams.

I was sleeping and woke up because my bf was suddenly on top of me. I was surprised but not put off. I asked him how he got in and turns out he had been away training intensely for covert ops and used his skills to come surprise me. I cried and asked him if this real or just a dream. He shushed me and told me to just give myself to him.

Later I was at a mall I’d never been to with my family, but we all split up. There was a large congregation and I was telling my mom that all the people here were in on a publicity stunt. There were schools of some really amazing young people and one girl in particular could jump up and down from ridiculous heights! I followed the crowd up to the top floor but by the time I’d made it up there it had all dispersed. My mom and I walked a little down the mall but it was too early and none of the stores were open. She saw the old bishop in full vestments and he flagged her down, so I left them to talk and went back to where the congregation had been. It was mostly empty and I saw this loud old woman and her caretaker pushing her along in her stroller/wheelchair thing. She was yelling at the top of her lungs asking for donations because she couldn’t pay for her medical bills and would accept any sort of food too. No one was paying her much attention when all of the sudden her ride flipped and she fell off, sliding away. She tried to get up but would fall down again. The caretaker tried to quickly upright the cart and rush over, but was having trouble. No one stopped to help, so I casually walked over, a little cautious, myself, but she really was legitimately handicapped. I picked her up an placed her back on her wheels (with no help from the caretaker at all) having to brace the vehicle from moving while trying to set her. Similar to the elderly, she was a tough old woman and very prideful despite her condition and asking for donations. We were nearby to a little ice cream store so an important man ordered an ice cream cake for her much to the applause of his admirers and the press. When they gave it to her and she pulled a face, I was busy thinking to myself that she doesn’t need sugar, she needs a decent meal. I left at that point, looking for food for myself because I was hungry. Stopped by a cookie/ice cream/pastry kiosk. They were happy and helpful at first, giving me and another lady a taste test of their grass flavored chocolate (interesting…) grated to look like hay and grass. It wasn’t that bad. I wanted to order some cookies and things, but all of the sudden it got REALLY busy and the girl got really irritated at me so I left. Never did find any other food. I did find my sister, however, and found a directory to look at, but the mall didn’t have many food places. Of course, when I went to the crude directory, a crowd of people suddenly wanted to look too.

Oh these dreams.

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Video game, shopping carts, family

Last night I slept rather well having gotten much accomplished the day before and having an overall great day. However I woke up around 4am because of this interesting dream: I was in a video game type dream again, first person perspective, in the vein of Fable, Watchdogs, Assassin’s Creed and Mass Effect. It was set in a world where humans were being hunted by alien forces and my job was to survive by killing humans loyal to the aliens, save those injured or hunted by aliens, and in general stay alive. The beginning portion had lots of shadows and sneaking around and I kept failing or dying on my objective so I had to keep repeating the mission over. Eventually it became less a level-based game and more open world. I’d have to save this lady and make sure to pick up her arm on the way to the goal. I’d have to save another female whose clothes were mostly missing from fire or ripping. In my attempt to flee detection, I had to run by some destroyed buildings and slam the head of the passing human who was loyal to the aliens so that my position wouldn’t be compromised. I’d hide in rubble, between buildings, in alleyways and survey my enemies before hitting them with shots from my weapons. I’d see survivors and here’s were it starts getting weird and inappropriate (which seems to be a pattern lately in my dreams). There were 2 men lying in the rubble of a mostly destroyed building, I was looting one of them, feeling them up everywhere, asking if they had any sidequests, and then trying to get it on with them. @_@  Apparently sex didn’t matter either, because male, female, it’s cool. Everyone I’d run across it was attempt or kill them. There was one in particular which I swear started out as a man who forced himself onto/into me from behind. It was sudden and forceful and not initiated by me, but good golly I wasn’t exactly protesting either. In fact I guided his hand underneath my shirt and I hope the noises I was making wasn’t being projected aloud in real life. When he finished I turned to find out it wasn’t a man’s head after all, so a she/he? The body part was correct obviously. Then again I didn’t care and in the game I guess we were an item. Strangest part of it all? My clothes were all still on. How does that work? Who am I to question video game logic? While that was mostly enjoyable and I had a sort of relationship going, I wasn’t totally happy and continued looking for a different one, a more fulfilling on. My journey led me up to a 2nd story I’d climbed where a young woman caught me. I knocked her down and proceeded to try and kill her by holding her nose and holding my hand over her mouth. Dragged her into the shadows because I saw people coming, but it was too late to be undetected, so I continued to asphyxiate my victim. The two women were coming in to work and walked by me, not caring what I was doing. Instead they both smiled suggestively at me, signaling they had a side quest for me whenever I was ready. It creeped me out a bit, so when victim was dead, I left her there and surveyed the land below me. I see my relationship girl/guy and fly down to see them, but when I see that they’re busy pleasuring themself without me I realize that this relationship is not the one for me. I am wholly unsatisfied, so I leave to find my satisfaction.

Next portion of video game dream finds me driving cars around. I’m having fun crashing and stuff when an online girl says, hey let’s go here, to a weird part of the map. By going there I would be contributing to the main story line instead of side quests but I figure that’s better with 2 people, so sure we go there. I don’t want to go into the clown mouth so we try to find a way around it, and we do! Jump down a big cliff and enter the building from behind. It is chock FULL of people and I enter by myself because the other girl is hung up on a canoe for some reason. It’s a library! My map tells me I have some people I can talk to, so I do to add them to my progress list, and then I head over to the main mission… Around now my dogs start waking up and making noise because that’s where it ends.

Not last night but the night before I dreamed about my family. It was set back in my childhood area. I was driving my car around near Chickfila and couldn’t make a U-turn for some reason. My family members were there and I had a shopping cart. They all were supposed to pile in so I could push them to my house, but my grandpa staunchly refused because I drove to scary. I said fine, you guys figure it out and so my mom and I took a walk down the road. She found some apple trees and started picking them. I look down the road near the mall and see my family members trying to load into this shopping cart. I feel bad because I’d lost my temper and go over to help them. Apparently only I knew really how to work it. They’re more amenable now that they had trouble. Dream cuts away.

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Garage, House, Vampire

It’s strange to be writing this at night time because I tend to write them in the morning when things are the most fresh. But.

The first portion of the dream centered around a garage. It was around dusk time and it was at a house unfamiliar to me. The details are a bit hazy now that it’s been all day, but it dealt with the darkening light, lawnmowers, gasoline and some bikes. The white lady came home (looked a bit like my boss except plumper) and we explained the situation to her (my brother, mom and me). She exchanged words with my mom and seeing myself no longer needed, I went inside. I was tired so I headed for the bathroom. It was on the main floor and there were steps heading to the lower of the split level where the family/living room was. I went into the dark hallway to reach the half bath on my left. From the darkness the face of a vampire-like guy appeared. At first I was a little irritated and hurried into the bathroom like he was one of the guys living in the house. Then I realized he was not allowing me to close the door. I fought with all my strength to close it as he pulled on the other side. I yanked it closed to the point where I could lock it, but alas somehow he had tricked me and the lock didn’t take at all. The door flew open and I flew back onto the ground. He smiled evilly down at me and immense fear gripped my being. I was about to be raped. Suddenly he pulled a black lady from behind the door and threw her in with me, her dreads whipped me in the face as she crawled over the corner with the toilet and hunkered down there. So he was doing to assault both of us?? That’s when he whipped out a homemade saw: made from a pink plastic hanger with the bottom portion cut off and a mean-looking metal razor-edged-string blade replacing it. OK, so not rape but torture. Pain. A second saw similar to the first was pulled out as he laughed at us.

There was nothing I could do, there was no way out of that half bathroom. Then he lay down on the floor in the doorway and after pointing the saw suggestively at me (I kept shaking my head and saying no, no, no) brought one of the saws up to his own neck and motioned the slitting of his neck, all the while smiling and his eyes never leaving me. I stared back in horror and confusion. He seemed to be feeding off of that, so he brought the blade even closer to himself. Alarmed, I grabbed the saw and yelled at him to stop! I must have known him at some point as I was more concerned about his health at that moment then escaping or my own. I yanked it from his grasp and threw it down. In response, he drew a knife and brought it down on his chest. The tip pierced his skin as I tried to wrestle it from his grasp. Why was he trying to hurt himself?? And always smiling!! He threw me backwards and laughed maniacally, holding up to the saw and the knife. He was ready to hurt me. Maim me. Kill me. I knew my brother and 2 young adult males were in the house so I started yelling for help, but something was wrong with my voice. My very loud voice was soft and unhearable. On top of it all I could hear the TV blasting. They’d never hear me. I yelled my brother’s name to no avail. Then as he descended upon me one more name appeared on my tongue. I hesitated a little because he wasn’t even here. He’d never get there in time to help me, but I thought hard about him anyways, almost willing him to help me somehow. My assailant plunged his weapons as me and just as I was about to yell “M!” …. I awoke.

The dreams these days are becoming very interesting. They seem to take no influence from anything recognizable to me…all I’d been doing this weekend was playing Zelda BoTW and reading Assassin’s Creed (Altair’s story). Nothing about lawnmowers, or vampires or rape. AND I’ve been having trouble waking up from them too. Like something doesn’t want me to wake up.

Hmm….I hope I haven’t been sleep travelling into other people’s dreams, or opening portals to roaming spirits. Maybe I need to take more control of my emotions? Let’s see what happens tonight.

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