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Saturday, October 23, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
August 17, 2010
Two dreams in one night with no break is extremely rare for me.
Ok so the first one was sort of like an occupation, I don't recall ever actually leaving the building and there were staircases lots of them allways going up; and dream logic would have me let you know theat there was an emergency staircase like a fire escape on the out side. I know that because one night a pair left my restaurant via said fireescape.
When you first walk in its like its at the very end of a building. You open the door there is a brief hallway, the right wall extended slightly and then the left opens up into the seating area, there's a part of the face left wall that occasionally appears longer, depending on where you stand. On the right theree's an open door into a cooking space and next to that is an open counter door where items are rung up and food is served. right next tot that would be hte regester, similar to panera or the Vista room, and a cold case of some sort. I dont know if it had icees or pretzels or pizza in it not really sure but at one piont while we were Super busy it spilled and it was imperative that I clean it up, Red got all over the floor in slush consistency and I had to mop it up.
When you walk in the entrance and turn right like you were going into the cooking part you are presented with asteel table in the center of the room. notes and boxes all arround the shelves and tops. There's an oven at the end of the table, another table and a sink on the wall to the right, next to that a water coler or something round.
On the left a slice of the wall has been cut out lke a long slit for food to be handed through. the wall is whole except for that slice, and infront of it is a condiment area like at Subway. On the other side of the wall theres a small preparation table some 'stuff' not sure what. where servers muk about; beyond that is a counter with a slit just like Paneras but it doesnot connect to the cieling.
Sadly I dont recall many events of this place cept maybe too. One was a young woman came in and sat down at a table then a large group came in and we kind of asked her politely to move out of the way so we could combine the group, I think she left or moved to another table. I didn't spend alot of time in the back, the dream just told me what it looked like. I know the buliding was tall and thin and that we were in the city.
I spent alot of time running up and down the stair cases, and time cleaning up things in that shop. there was allways something a mess in there similar to my own job irl. all Aong the stairs there were allways door s to appartments and the like, occasionally residents would send their children to retrieve an order. . I wish I knew more...
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The second dream took place in my own neighbor hood.
It was pouring down rain and I was going to go with my mom to I guess speedway or something,
but I had to run down the street to her car and by the time I got to her car, and the end of my street (which isn't very long), she had gotten out. Feeling bad about getting the seat wet I climbed in the back I was extremely soaked wet (luckily I didn't wet the bed, for people who dream of rain have this tendency? but what woke me up was very loud thunder VERY loud thunder and pouring rain!)
There was some stuff in the back of her car I waited for her to return, getting out and looking arround. The end of my street allways changes a little bit every time I have a dream there was a little shop there this time, but speedway was still down the road.
I dont know what happened here, I may have woken up to the storm I'm not sure but where I staretd next was similar to that little shop.
I only remember scenes from this part.
Something similar to an apocolypse had come and all that was left were three groups of peoples.
Me and my own, rainbow pucu like things, and the horsemen who looked like ghosts.
I only remember running and doing plenty of fighting with the other ones, we did kill alot of puchu's they were like a weird mix between puchu's and furbies, I dont know how to describe them @_@...
I remeber someone in the tunnels telling us that the puchu's had found water, and everyone was super excited... so we ran, as fast as we could, chopping down everything in our path untill you could hear it, and before us (in 3rd person view) was a broken pipe water gushing and foaming from within.
Everyone was so excited then the horsemen came... they were jelous I think, unhappy to say the least, because we had cut down some of their race... but we were all fighting to begin with I just dont know why.
I didn't see much of my self, I was mostly a follower, there was a really tall guy with white hair though, he was kind of a jerk...
The most real part of the dream that i remember is when we and the horsemen came together... we were offering a truce. We had discovered water (at the expence of a few of the other race...)
and they came out and monologed with us their leader and I watched mine with some influence.
"Listen, you may not understand this but up in space my people have a secret, there is a sattelite computer so that should any of my people die their memories and person can be brought back to life, we can never die because we are all saved inside that computer..." (Like Silence in the Library)
It was like a metal, sparking electrical blue light doughnut bug thing. They seemed to discuss it a little as though the horsemen were willing to trade saing our lives and water...The next thing I remember is being in a space ship but not really. It was alot like a roller coaster bench, you're strapped in but there were no oxygen masks and there are four seats in a row not just two...
it was very odd; and we weren't secured down all that well either because the girl I could see a few ships over was floating a bit.
So we hovered arround this giant sparking space thing and the horsemen began talking about knowledge and books, and I remember there had been a book in my moms car. Then he starts talking about pokemon or something. and he starts handing these books to people (they looked like manuals) like 'you will make a fine warrior, and you..." he turns to me,
"You look like the sort to be an asshole and just... Graphic Interrior design, with gems and shiny stones and furniture (what ever those little round things you find in pokemon are the ones you dig up in the caves?)"
He sort of floats me this book and on the cover was the female pokemon girl from diamond in the underground mining sparkly things... I wasnt sure what to think.
And thats the best and most descriptive I can be, I know there must be more that happened but I just cand seem to remember... Weird am I rite?
Ok so the first one was sort of like an occupation, I don't recall ever actually leaving the building and there were staircases lots of them allways going up; and dream logic would have me let you know theat there was an emergency staircase like a fire escape on the out side. I know that because one night a pair left my restaurant via said fireescape.
When you first walk in its like its at the very end of a building. You open the door there is a brief hallway, the right wall extended slightly and then the left opens up into the seating area, there's a part of the face left wall that occasionally appears longer, depending on where you stand. On the right theree's an open door into a cooking space and next to that is an open counter door where items are rung up and food is served. right next tot that would be hte regester, similar to panera or the Vista room, and a cold case of some sort. I dont know if it had icees or pretzels or pizza in it not really sure but at one piont while we were Super busy it spilled and it was imperative that I clean it up, Red got all over the floor in slush consistency and I had to mop it up.
When you walk in the entrance and turn right like you were going into the cooking part you are presented with asteel table in the center of the room. notes and boxes all arround the shelves and tops. There's an oven at the end of the table, another table and a sink on the wall to the right, next to that a water coler or something round.
On the left a slice of the wall has been cut out lke a long slit for food to be handed through. the wall is whole except for that slice, and infront of it is a condiment area like at Subway. On the other side of the wall theres a small preparation table some 'stuff' not sure what. where servers muk about; beyond that is a counter with a slit just like Paneras but it doesnot connect to the cieling.
Sadly I dont recall many events of this place cept maybe too. One was a young woman came in and sat down at a table then a large group came in and we kind of asked her politely to move out of the way so we could combine the group, I think she left or moved to another table. I didn't spend alot of time in the back, the dream just told me what it looked like. I know the buliding was tall and thin and that we were in the city.
I spent alot of time running up and down the stair cases, and time cleaning up things in that shop. there was allways something a mess in there similar to my own job irl. all Aong the stairs there were allways door s to appartments and the like, occasionally residents would send their children to retrieve an order. . I wish I knew more...
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The second dream took place in my own neighbor hood.
It was pouring down rain and I was going to go with my mom to I guess speedway or something,
but I had to run down the street to her car and by the time I got to her car, and the end of my street (which isn't very long), she had gotten out. Feeling bad about getting the seat wet I climbed in the back I was extremely soaked wet (luckily I didn't wet the bed, for people who dream of rain have this tendency? but what woke me up was very loud thunder VERY loud thunder and pouring rain!)
There was some stuff in the back of her car I waited for her to return, getting out and looking arround. The end of my street allways changes a little bit every time I have a dream there was a little shop there this time, but speedway was still down the road.
I dont know what happened here, I may have woken up to the storm I'm not sure but where I staretd next was similar to that little shop.
I only remember scenes from this part.
Something similar to an apocolypse had come and all that was left were three groups of peoples.
Me and my own, rainbow pucu like things, and the horsemen who looked like ghosts.
I only remember running and doing plenty of fighting with the other ones, we did kill alot of puchu's they were like a weird mix between puchu's and furbies, I dont know how to describe them @_@...
I remeber someone in the tunnels telling us that the puchu's had found water, and everyone was super excited... so we ran, as fast as we could, chopping down everything in our path untill you could hear it, and before us (in 3rd person view) was a broken pipe water gushing and foaming from within.
Everyone was so excited then the horsemen came... they were jelous I think, unhappy to say the least, because we had cut down some of their race... but we were all fighting to begin with I just dont know why.
I didn't see much of my self, I was mostly a follower, there was a really tall guy with white hair though, he was kind of a jerk...
The most real part of the dream that i remember is when we and the horsemen came together... we were offering a truce. We had discovered water (at the expence of a few of the other race...)
and they came out and monologed with us their leader and I watched mine with some influence.
"Listen, you may not understand this but up in space my people have a secret, there is a sattelite computer so that should any of my people die their memories and person can be brought back to life, we can never die because we are all saved inside that computer..." (Like Silence in the Library)
It was like a metal, sparking electrical blue light doughnut bug thing. They seemed to discuss it a little as though the horsemen were willing to trade saing our lives and water...The next thing I remember is being in a space ship but not really. It was alot like a roller coaster bench, you're strapped in but there were no oxygen masks and there are four seats in a row not just two...
it was very odd; and we weren't secured down all that well either because the girl I could see a few ships over was floating a bit.
So we hovered arround this giant sparking space thing and the horsemen began talking about knowledge and books, and I remember there had been a book in my moms car. Then he starts talking about pokemon or something. and he starts handing these books to people (they looked like manuals) like 'you will make a fine warrior, and you..." he turns to me,
"You look like the sort to be an asshole and just... Graphic Interrior design, with gems and shiny stones and furniture (what ever those little round things you find in pokemon are the ones you dig up in the caves?)"
He sort of floats me this book and on the cover was the female pokemon girl from diamond in the underground mining sparkly things... I wasnt sure what to think.
And thats the best and most descriptive I can be, I know there must be more that happened but I just cand seem to remember... Weird am I rite?
Monday, October 4, 2010
August 9, 2010. Futuristic?
The way it started I'm not even sure, I was more of a watcher this go around.
He was a man, probably looked something like the doctor and we were rescuing people from 'them'. We were like pilgrims from the future on the run from alien attack. They were weird, sort of like big dogs with rough core plating and whiskers. Like something out of Avitar. When he and I, and our team jumped back and forth from our time to theirs, and from their time to our own; we kept an eye on the people. We kept them in a series of connected bubble-tents, and they were ready to run.
You could almost hear them, coming up over the hill on the far side, so I strode up to the last remaining building, a large ware-house type, and I swung open the door. It was quite clear, an old Once-Upon-A-Child (like a goodwill for kids). As soon as I had the door open they made a run for it, all cramming inside an rushing after me. Our hemstress (woman who sews things, like a seamstress) was absolutely amazed, she had never seen anything like it before at all.
She appeared as though she may have a heart attack she was so enthralled, there were beautiful dresses on the first few racks, and on the walls, and on the left there was sports wear. The dresses were gorgeous, one was green with black lace, they were color-organized and had sparkles, some were silk and some touched the floor. Looking around, the building I could tell it was getting dark outside from the shades of grey through the windows close to the ceiling.
At one point I flashed back to climbing into the tunnels back in their time to lead these people to safety. They were fast, but on adrenalin we made it, but without the laser guns and preparation for our big move we probably wouldn't have.
Everything was on a rack in the Ouac building, there was clothing neatly-organized everywhere. The hemstress was panicking because she didn't know where to hang the knickers she'd been sewing. Despite my rolling of eyes, I went with a few other people to hunt down some empty racks. Getting them apart was a pain though, since they are the rolling kind and made of steel.
While we were in the back of the building I noticed a door that seemed to lead into an office. I wanted to turn on the lights but I kept forgetting we couldn't because in their time, these pilgrims had no "over head light" plus the invaders.
I did get that door open though even though I waited until morning to go in. It was some woman's office (she had a striking resemblance to Martha Stewart, not to mention her office was in spick condition. The whole office had a "dark side of buzz lightyear" future feel to it. Even the laptop computer had little orange pads for keys and a mouse. She and I discussed something about protection but I cant say for sure.
Later in the morning I was showing a group of teens around, me and two or three girls and two boys. I was trying to explain to them the concept of a t-shirt. The girl had a really cool shirt on actually, it was pumpkin orange and when she turned you could see the Bolraug on it. She was in a bad mood though, I think it was because one of the guys made her put the shirt on (obviously for science) there fore she was huffy.
I miss the aisles and aisles of neat-looking clothes, as I was walking about explaining things to the pilgrims we encountered an oriental type section with some odd uniforms, and symbols. It was like a robe-tunic thing with a black-gold embossed symbol on the front. There were several different patterns, all hanging on a blanket rack. As soon as the Pilgrims saw them they began wailing and moaning about being attacked by vikings. They cried about loosing a beloved comrad and a great warrior, complete with a flashback of him fighting valiantly and then laying arms crossed while they burned the body. My dream was sad for them, as bright reality flashed me back to real life.
I hate it when someone turns the light on while I'm sleeping.
He was a man, probably looked something like the doctor and we were rescuing people from 'them'. We were like pilgrims from the future on the run from alien attack. They were weird, sort of like big dogs with rough core plating and whiskers. Like something out of Avitar. When he and I, and our team jumped back and forth from our time to theirs, and from their time to our own; we kept an eye on the people. We kept them in a series of connected bubble-tents, and they were ready to run.
You could almost hear them, coming up over the hill on the far side, so I strode up to the last remaining building, a large ware-house type, and I swung open the door. It was quite clear, an old Once-Upon-A-Child (like a goodwill for kids). As soon as I had the door open they made a run for it, all cramming inside an rushing after me. Our hemstress (woman who sews things, like a seamstress) was absolutely amazed, she had never seen anything like it before at all.
She appeared as though she may have a heart attack she was so enthralled, there were beautiful dresses on the first few racks, and on the walls, and on the left there was sports wear. The dresses were gorgeous, one was green with black lace, they were color-organized and had sparkles, some were silk and some touched the floor. Looking around, the building I could tell it was getting dark outside from the shades of grey through the windows close to the ceiling.
At one point I flashed back to climbing into the tunnels back in their time to lead these people to safety. They were fast, but on adrenalin we made it, but without the laser guns and preparation for our big move we probably wouldn't have.
Everything was on a rack in the Ouac building, there was clothing neatly-organized everywhere. The hemstress was panicking because she didn't know where to hang the knickers she'd been sewing. Despite my rolling of eyes, I went with a few other people to hunt down some empty racks. Getting them apart was a pain though, since they are the rolling kind and made of steel.
While we were in the back of the building I noticed a door that seemed to lead into an office. I wanted to turn on the lights but I kept forgetting we couldn't because in their time, these pilgrims had no "over head light" plus the invaders.
I did get that door open though even though I waited until morning to go in. It was some woman's office (she had a striking resemblance to Martha Stewart, not to mention her office was in spick condition. The whole office had a "dark side of buzz lightyear" future feel to it. Even the laptop computer had little orange pads for keys and a mouse. She and I discussed something about protection but I cant say for sure.
Later in the morning I was showing a group of teens around, me and two or three girls and two boys. I was trying to explain to them the concept of a t-shirt. The girl had a really cool shirt on actually, it was pumpkin orange and when she turned you could see the Bolraug on it. She was in a bad mood though, I think it was because one of the guys made her put the shirt on (obviously for science) there fore she was huffy.
I miss the aisles and aisles of neat-looking clothes, as I was walking about explaining things to the pilgrims we encountered an oriental type section with some odd uniforms, and symbols. It was like a robe-tunic thing with a black-gold embossed symbol on the front. There were several different patterns, all hanging on a blanket rack. As soon as the Pilgrims saw them they began wailing and moaning about being attacked by vikings. They cried about loosing a beloved comrad and a great warrior, complete with a flashback of him fighting valiantly and then laying arms crossed while they burned the body. My dream was sad for them, as bright reality flashed me back to real life.
I hate it when someone turns the light on while I'm sleeping.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
August 7, 2010. Western
So I open my eyes, and look around and my surroundings appear western, perhaps like a Renaissance festival. There is a grassland spread out before me with small wood post shops all lined up in a crooked little row. The first shop I come to in the line, there's some gentlemen discussing these plastic-glowing figurines that seem to be all the rage. Their fairly handsome gentlemen, the working sort.
The figurines them selves are about 3 inches wide and tall (like those little Buddha paper weights) and are typically a solid acrylic color or a clear color. In fact paper weight is a good way to describe them despite their light weight. They can take any shape from small Buddha to a rubber duck, or a flower. These little plastic figurines were everywhere, mostly hanging from stall posts and ceilings like prizes. (Similar to the way toys are displayed at theme parks)
Continuing on, these gentlemen seem to be discussing the seriously popular plastic things versus the incredibly rare ones. Their intense discussion intrigued me so I evesdropped. The information I acquired informed me that both Red and Yellow Ducks are extremely rare and so are the translucent red ones.
As I step into town it appears to be your a-typical regular old west town with all of the classic 'shops' and 'saloons' on the left and right. With booths lining the right side of the street along with various gambling games. People ensuing in said act of wining prizes and loosing terribly. At the end of the line where the booths meet the standard shops apart from the fair, there's a long shaded table similar to an out-door bar. This bar also has a few games being played, the most notable would be a combination of ma-jong and dice.
As I make my way to that bar a yellow duck suddenly catches my eye, its hanging at the end of its string on the post of the second-to-last booth, which is hidden behind some of the others. Thefty thoughts creep into my head as I wonder just how difficult it would be to steal. I glance around and notice that no-one is even keeping a good eye on it at all. I was watching everyone at once, and just reaching my hand out to grab it when my name is called. I turn around to realize that the name-caller would be my two neighbors. Aaron and Steve. Both are pretty drunk, and attempting to wing the Ma-jong-dice game.
At first glance this game seemed
quite intricate and I didn't understand how to play at all, but all the sudden I was being guided to the bar by someone and forced to pay for a round. It was like two dollers on your first try and four if you played willingly again.
A bunch of majong-like blocks were all lined up in an odd sort of pattern some face up some face down. Idont know how else to describe this. I was handed a small die and instructed to roll it across the table; I did, not sure what I got when it landed. The tender flipped one of my bricks over and informed me I had lost.
Oh well? Then Steve and Aaron completed said gaming process and neither of them won, so we played again. I would have won but Steve some howbeat me that time causing both
me and Aaron to loose. Everytime I looked at the majong bricks they were arranged differently finally the 3rd time I won and suddenly my sister /(the blond one) of all people 'popped' up from behind the counter and presented me with a selection of poptarts. All of them were melted like pudding though as though they were liquified and presented in Canadian milk form.
So after studying my choices (poke'mon sprinkles, chocolate, banana, vanilla, strawberry creamchese) I chose strawberry and cream cheese.
I bid my friends farewell and met my mom on the right side of the bar. We walked arround it and by now I was clothed in the approiate attire: I was wearing a grey bodice and dress with a tunic, she was wearing similar in red and black. She looked older and kind of mad, her hair was messy and
her dress wasn't plain or pretty while my dress was plain. She resembled a medeival Marla from Fight Club.
So we strode arround the building to the back and I say
"This is going to look like the back alley from Freddy Pharcus Frontier Pharmacist" and what do you
know it did. There was a graveyard far out in front of us (behind that a block obiturary)
then to the right there were the back of buildings and an old outhouse which I was incredibly tempted to either push over or investigate but mom kept me away.
Creeping through an alley way and having to step on logs because the ground was gross and muddy we made our way into a black sooty building labled infirmary, with a single red cross over the door. I followed mum down a hall to the left and in the seccond door on the left, while seeing people go in and out the third door further down on the left, a man came to join us. We entered the room and she sat down first. It was a square room with a small table in the middle a couch on one side and probably four much older scattered about in various chairs.
She suddenly pulled out a cigarette and began smoking, I did too aparently and I watched it, I even felt my self pulling in (but not in my lungs) I think I was just pretending I hope so atleast. So I ended up crushing it in the ash try. The whole time (this felt like a 30 minute afair if not an hour) mom and the men were talking or discussing something she didn't feel lke my mom however as she was acting very strange. This is a dream after all. She was adjusting her bodice a bit and I could see ash and soot covering parts of her face smearing on her shirt and hands.
There was someone on my left too I think it was my brother but I couldn't see him I didn't know who he was. Then a little bit later we were walking down the street and I looked ahead and blinked because suddenly a very tall brick building appeared quite clearly in my path.
Blinking I looked behind us and the town had gotten smaller, much smaller...
Turning back there was another brick building I could hear an odd honking sound in the distance.
To my front left there was this huge looming building with a nose end like a ship jutting out the top with an antenna.
"Mum, are you seeing whot I'm seeing?" I asked speaking in perfect british tongue.
"Oll of a sudden there wos this big brick structure in front of me, the road is gone and there's another building over there with oll these people werking on it... young people even women in mens clothings. That stucture is complete and this one... is almot done."
She shrugged and kept walking then suddenly when I turned arround again it was future road coming towards me and turning back the buildings were done and from the left a car was speeding towards us. The car skidded to a stop and a strange black man got out. He had short well kept dreads and wore the latest fashion. He asked whats wrong, and why four very strangely dressed people were standingin the middle of the road. We just looked at him. Me mom, my brother, and who ever else was with us. She went over to him with a creepy smile and whispered something to him. He nodded and handed me a book.
When I opened it it was a picture book, and inside was a very interresting story with incredibly vivid pictures. The cover was purple with gold trim, and all the pictures were color full, as it was a pop up book, it seemed to be about an evil entity (Morgan le fay I can only suspect...)
and a heroin and stuff happen s that I dont know and then I woke up.
The figurines them selves are about 3 inches wide and tall (like those little Buddha paper weights) and are typically a solid acrylic color or a clear color. In fact paper weight is a good way to describe them despite their light weight. They can take any shape from small Buddha to a rubber duck, or a flower. These little plastic figurines were everywhere, mostly hanging from stall posts and ceilings like prizes. (Similar to the way toys are displayed at theme parks)
Continuing on, these gentlemen seem to be discussing the seriously popular plastic things versus the incredibly rare ones. Their intense discussion intrigued me so I evesdropped. The information I acquired informed me that both Red and Yellow Ducks are extremely rare and so are the translucent red ones.
As I step into town it appears to be your a-typical regular old west town with all of the classic 'shops' and 'saloons' on the left and right. With booths lining the right side of the street along with various gambling games. People ensuing in said act of wining prizes and loosing terribly. At the end of the line where the booths meet the standard shops apart from the fair, there's a long shaded table similar to an out-door bar. This bar also has a few games being played, the most notable would be a combination of ma-jong and dice.
As I make my way to that bar a yellow duck suddenly catches my eye, its hanging at the end of its string on the post of the second-to-last booth, which is hidden behind some of the others. Thefty thoughts creep into my head as I wonder just how difficult it would be to steal. I glance around and notice that no-one is even keeping a good eye on it at all. I was watching everyone at once, and just reaching my hand out to grab it when my name is called. I turn around to realize that the name-caller would be my two neighbors. Aaron and Steve. Both are pretty drunk, and attempting to wing the Ma-jong-dice game.
At first glance this game seemed
quite intricate and I didn't understand how to play at all, but all the sudden I was being guided to the bar by someone and forced to pay for a round. It was like two dollers on your first try and four if you played willingly again.
A bunch of majong-like blocks were all lined up in an odd sort of pattern some face up some face down. Idont know how else to describe this. I was handed a small die and instructed to roll it across the table; I did, not sure what I got when it landed. The tender flipped one of my bricks over and informed me I had lost.
Oh well? Then Steve and Aaron completed said gaming process and neither of them won, so we played again. I would have won but Steve some howbeat me that time causing both
me and Aaron to loose. Everytime I looked at the majong bricks they were arranged differently finally the 3rd time I won and suddenly my sister /(the blond one) of all people 'popped' up from behind the counter and presented me with a selection of poptarts. All of them were melted like pudding though as though they were liquified and presented in Canadian milk form.
So after studying my choices (poke'mon sprinkles, chocolate, banana, vanilla, strawberry creamchese) I chose strawberry and cream cheese.
I bid my friends farewell and met my mom on the right side of the bar. We walked arround it and by now I was clothed in the approiate attire: I was wearing a grey bodice and dress with a tunic, she was wearing similar in red and black. She looked older and kind of mad, her hair was messy and
her dress wasn't plain or pretty while my dress was plain. She resembled a medeival Marla from Fight Club.
So we strode arround the building to the back and I say
"This is going to look like the back alley from Freddy Pharcus Frontier Pharmacist" and what do you
know it did. There was a graveyard far out in front of us (behind that a block obiturary)
then to the right there were the back of buildings and an old outhouse which I was incredibly tempted to either push over or investigate but mom kept me away.
Creeping through an alley way and having to step on logs because the ground was gross and muddy we made our way into a black sooty building labled infirmary, with a single red cross over the door. I followed mum down a hall to the left and in the seccond door on the left, while seeing people go in and out the third door further down on the left, a man came to join us. We entered the room and she sat down first. It was a square room with a small table in the middle a couch on one side and probably four much older scattered about in various chairs.
She suddenly pulled out a cigarette and began smoking, I did too aparently and I watched it, I even felt my self pulling in (but not in my lungs) I think I was just pretending I hope so atleast. So I ended up crushing it in the ash try. The whole time (this felt like a 30 minute afair if not an hour) mom and the men were talking or discussing something she didn't feel lke my mom however as she was acting very strange. This is a dream after all. She was adjusting her bodice a bit and I could see ash and soot covering parts of her face smearing on her shirt and hands.
There was someone on my left too I think it was my brother but I couldn't see him I didn't know who he was. Then a little bit later we were walking down the street and I looked ahead and blinked because suddenly a very tall brick building appeared quite clearly in my path.
Blinking I looked behind us and the town had gotten smaller, much smaller...
Turning back there was another brick building I could hear an odd honking sound in the distance.
To my front left there was this huge looming building with a nose end like a ship jutting out the top with an antenna.
"Mum, are you seeing whot I'm seeing?" I asked speaking in perfect british tongue.
"Oll of a sudden there wos this big brick structure in front of me, the road is gone and there's another building over there with oll these people werking on it... young people even women in mens clothings. That stucture is complete and this one... is almot done."
She shrugged and kept walking then suddenly when I turned arround again it was future road coming towards me and turning back the buildings were done and from the left a car was speeding towards us. The car skidded to a stop and a strange black man got out. He had short well kept dreads and wore the latest fashion. He asked whats wrong, and why four very strangely dressed people were standingin the middle of the road. We just looked at him. Me mom, my brother, and who ever else was with us. She went over to him with a creepy smile and whispered something to him. He nodded and handed me a book.
When I opened it it was a picture book, and inside was a very interresting story with incredibly vivid pictures. The cover was purple with gold trim, and all the pictures were color full, as it was a pop up book, it seemed to be about an evil entity (Morgan le fay I can only suspect...)
and a heroin and stuff happen s that I dont know and then I woke up.
READ ME FIRST
This is about to get real.
I have some of the weirdest most in-ethical, obscure, bizarre dreams ever.
The majority of the time I don't understand them at all. The biggest point I have to make here is that they don't mean anything, even though they are dreams that I had; all of them (as I've noticed) had something or other to do with something I've done earlier in the day/week. SO with that in mind, I would consider these a series of twisted short stories that I just so happen to create while I was sleeping.
Don't judge. Oh and don't drink caffeine? You'll have more dreams that way.
Ps. None of this makes any sense.
I have some of the weirdest most in-ethical, obscure, bizarre dreams ever.
The majority of the time I don't understand them at all. The biggest point I have to make here is that they don't mean anything, even though they are dreams that I had; all of them (as I've noticed) had something or other to do with something I've done earlier in the day/week. SO with that in mind, I would consider these a series of twisted short stories that I just so happen to create while I was sleeping.
Don't judge. Oh and don't drink caffeine? You'll have more dreams that way.
Ps. None of this makes any sense.
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