Last night I had a very strange dream succession. It is really hard to explain, I thought I woke up several times, at least 5 times. I was only able
to get a few down on paper before they slipped from my mind. I am just starting a dream journal, to try to recall my dreams regularly. I know one of
the ones that slipped away from my mind was all my dead pets chasing me as zombies. A bunch of cats and 2 dogs. I don't think any of the fish were
there flopping around after me.
Ok here is what I remember:
I am at my computer working on my latest painting, and I hear a few muffled footsteps behind me. I look over my shoulder and there is a funny looking
old guy there. He is kind of short, white hair, like the stereoypical wacky scientist type. He has small round glasses on, he has a playful look on
his face. I spin my chair around and jump up.
"Who are you?" I ask the funny man. His smile widens, and he starts dancing and prancing around.
"I was a pile of clothes!" He replies is a singsongy type voice, and with that he morphs into a pile of clothes and then back to original old man
shape. It happens fast.
"I am you, you are me, we can be whatever we want to be!" He sings, and indeed he does morph into a lookalike of me. He grabs my hands, trying to get
me to dance and prance around too. Then behind him, some evil looking lady and man jump out of the closet. They grab the guy and start beating him up,
shoving him into a large olive drab green duffelbag and run into the closet.
I try to run after them, but they just vanished. Then I thought I wake up. I had fallen asleep in my chair apparently, get up and stretch. I open a
word document to write down the odd dream, and the screen doesn't look right now. I realized I must still be dreaming, or someone slipped some drugs
into my drink or something. I did what seemed logical at the time, jumped into my bed to wake up.
And I thought I did. I get out of bed, and someone is knocking on the door downside. It is kind of annoying, I don't want these strange dreams to slip
from my head. I go down and answer it. Some man I don't know,
"Hey remember me? We met at the club the other night." He said as he steps into the door.
"No sorry, I don't remember" I replied. He puts his briefcase on the table and opens it up. He hands some really strange pictures to me.
"You wanted me to come by and show you some of what my printing press can do, well here they are. Do you want to come check it out?"
"Sure, why not." So he puts his pictures back in the briefcase, and we head out the front door. We walk a little ways down the road, and come to a
white raised ranch type house. There are two kids in front riding around on strange little scooters. They jump off the scooters and run into the front
door. I follow them in, it looks normal at first, then as I walk farther in it becomes very ugly.
Dirty, some of the room flooded, walls have rips and cracks. I turn around, and see one of the little kids sitting on a table with a lady in front of
the table. She smiles at me, I notice the boy has a few large porcupine quills sticking out of his chest. I assume the lady is getting ready to pull
them out, but the takes another out of the bowl and sticks it in. He doesn't flinch or make a noise.
I look to the left of the boy and there is a white cat, stuck full of porcupine quills too. At this point I am starting to panic, like what the hell
is going on. An ugly man comes around the corner, he has a cigarette. He burns the cat with it, then turns to the boy and puts it out on his shoulder.
Now I am outta there, I run towards the front door again, there are two huge mutilated cats by the front door, I trip on them and fall out the door
onto the front porch. I roll onto my back to see the ugly man swinging a shovel down at my head, I put up my hands to block it. Then I really wake up,
almost. I look at the desk fan on my dresser, and it morphs into a pig head for like 5 seconds. Then everything is normal, and I know for sure I am
really awake. My hand is all numb and tingly, I guess I must have had it under my pillow and was sleeping on it. I immediately grab my journal and
write down as much as I can remember.
One hell of a first entry wow! I had fallen asleep around 5 AM, and it was now almost 5 PM.
edit on Fri, 01 Jul 2011 19:05:12 -0500 by TKDRL
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