cosmic_celery

This is what happened in my brain for the hour and a half I was asleep last night. I blame mertondingle for every word of it. Regrettably, there is no hot sex or mustaches.

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The day began like it usually does. I got up and went to school. I had to go to the library, and I headed there, but I felt preoccupied. my head was slightly dizzy and I felt strange, not good or bad, but a curious middle ground where I couldn't identify the emotion present. I did a few things at the library. I must have, though I don't remember the specifics of what they were. I probably checked something on the computer or flipped through a book in the mythology section. After all, I had class later.

As I left the library I carried a white blanket around my shoulders and it hung behind me like an odd cape. I found that if I pressed up from the ground i took to the air a little longer than gravity would normally strictly allow. A young woman in a group called for my attention and dazedly, I gave it. She told me, with a hint of awed reverence, that I looked like an angel. My white blanket billowed. I took another leap.

I was losing all sense of time and losing all form of concentration. Suddenly, it was dark out, and I knew I had to get to class. I was clearly late, and the space where I normally sit was blocked. The four seat table had been pushed up against the one behind it in my particular corner, and the chair removed. This puzzled me, and I asked the guy sitting across from the seat to pull the table back. He frowned at me and refused. Then, I asked the girl sitting next to him. She acquiesced and nudged him into pulling the table back so I could sit down in my regular spot.

I reached down into my bag and retrieved the paper I'd written for that day. My head was spinning. I straightened out the edges of the paper and realized that I'd never typed it. Wasn't that the reason I'd gone to the library? Obviously I'd forgotten. The world around me took on a fuzzy sort of glow, but not like in the movies when they've got a nylon over the camera to make things seem romantic.

The teacher said something about the report needing to be typed. I infer this, because I heard the word "type" and she had nodded at my paper apologetically. I offered in stumbled words that I could go type in now and turn it into her later that day. She seemed to agree.

I believe that I left the classroom then. As this point, things get much hazier. I think that I was much too overwhelmed with the virus to deal much with cataloging my experiences in my own mind. I began to speak in an English accent, and I'd found a black robe somewhere.

What I do remember of the rest is this:

A video store. I think I was desperate to get rid of whatever was afflicting me and stretching my mind beyond its normal parameters. I asked the corn-rowed young woman at the counter if they had any Chuck Norris movies. She seemed to be disturbed by me. Maybe I had started to seem godly by then, not merely angelic. I left without any movies (I assume so, since I don't have any now, nor remember watching any) and shook her hand with a tentacle. I'm not sure when my hand became a tentacle, but it was only temporary. I considered that that may be how the virus was spread. I remembered shaking hands with a young English fellow only that morning. I shuddered to think of her future, but the world of my experience was too hazy to do anything for her.

I found myself...somewhere. I do not know where the somewhere is, but it was dark out. I don't know how many days had passed since my journey to the movie store, but I still had on the black robe. Now, I was joined by another figure in similar apparel. I never saw his face, but he became somewhat of an adversary to me. We stood atop a building striking dramatic poses. I had an urge to go higher...and I could. There was a hill ahead of us, and a line of dumpsters along its side. After each of my gravity defying jumps, he followed, determined to best me.

When we reached the top of the hill, a black cloud made up of bodies descended on us like a mass of ninjas filmed in slow motion. Every one of them landed, soft footed on the sparse hilltop. I realized that this was only the beginning of my journey.

I don't remember anymore, if there was any. Maybe by then my mind was too expansive to remember anything at all.

All I know was that I found myself back in my bed this morning. I assume the virus has run its course.

Most disturbing dream that I've had in a while last night.

In it, some guy got killed and we (or two guys, not sure if I was one of them) put him in a container and dragged him down to this place called Euthanasia Park, which was just like a regular park except that it was strewn with bits of animal and some human body parts. Just like...in the trees, or left on the lawn, or floating in the lake... And then the two guys stood knee-deep in the lake and played Frisbee.

Not at the park, but I also had to learn a Shakespeare play that I didn't know, and the guy acting opposite me was walking with a big flatscreen TV strapped to his chest that had all the words on it.

It started with her on top of me doing lovely things to my body. But after a few moments, I realized that I could still feel the warmth at my hip where the cat was sleeping in reality and that this person couldn't possibly be real. She continued while I mused that this would be a very strange time in my life to have an imaginary friend.

It was at that point that I found myself downstairs looking out to the neighbors, who seemed to be dragging in and installing all sorts of things...a baseball diamond, a pool (Olympic and below ground), and the fence surrounding the house (some meld between now and the backyard of my childhood home) was tall and razorwired, with some sort of mesh hanging off.

I talked to my mother about the neighbors and she thought it was outrageous that they could have a pool installed so quickly.

At some point, my mother, me, and the girl from earlier were in the car driving down the road. I had a conversation with the girl about how none off this could be real and she was imaginary. I got the idea that if I could just get back to the house, I could wake up. I tried opening my side door and then hers, hoping that it would open some sort of portal, but they both just opened to the street whizzing past. It was at this point that I looked to the front of the car and realized my mother was in the passenger seat and nobody was driving. I got the sense that it would be difficult to escape the dream. The car sped along the freeway and deposited me back at the house, at which point I woke up.

Then a bit later I fell back asleep and dreamt I was in a laundromat and the girl and guy there were trying to convince me that the "imaginary friend" girl from earlier was in fact, real.
(also, there were three pictures of girls with yarn for hair on the washing machines, and I thought I recognized one...and the guy and the girl were confused and filling up an entire washing machine with detergent, but I think that's beside the point.)

The point is: Why the hell are my dreams trying to convince me that they're not dreams? Dream people tried to convince me of this before, and it's always weird and slightly disturbing.

I changed my journal around a bit because I was tired of the green. So now it's bluuue.

So, in my last post I said I'd talk about my dreams, so here's one of them:

Dream:
I am apparently part of a time travel team (hooray alliteration!) that consists of Monk (from the detective show), a jock, Joan (from the Human Nature Doctor Who episodes) and Kali (a girl I used to know, not the Hindu goddess of death...although they have some similarities.) The dream starts out at what I suppose was supposed to be some sort of English grammar school, but my mind distorted a bit, so lessons took place in a theatre and after a short while I got tired of the asshole teacher and left to go out to the football field.

Suddenly, I felt the need to run. So I did. As I started picking up speed the rest of the team piled out of the school doors and started running after me. It was then that we made a leap in time.

We arrived on a dark cobblestone street. The atmosphere was wary and we discovered that Joan grew little pointed horns that stuck up out of her hair (more little goat horns than devil horns). Off of the street I saw a shop sign and I walked in. Immediately, I was caught up in a tangle of some sort and didn't know what i had got my foot stuck in until the shop owner came over and tugged the cord I was caught on, turning on the lights in the shop and allowing me to untangle my foot in the process. Turned out it's a kite shop. A tiny kite shop that was absolutely FILLED with color and had kite tails dangling all over (that's what my foot was stuck in and what she turned the light on with). The proprietor herself was this big black woman that's slightly frightening, but spoke calming things with an almost Jamaican lilt. There was definitely something of the voodoo priestess about her.

In the manner of dreams, we were no longer there and suddenly elsewhere. Me and the jock sat on a bench the top of a hill next to a small cottage. Kali went inside to talk to the person who owned it (to get secret information) while Jock guy flirted with me. Not sure where Monk and Joan were at that point. Jock guy was trying to convince me to do something (to do with the time team) that the others didn't think was a good idea. I thought he was kind of an idiot. There was some sort of conspiracy going on, and Kali said we were supposed to go to "the field".

So, we all start running again, and we make another time jump. This time as we arrived we're still running but we're also kind of floating over this old city...all we could see are trees and these huge stone aqueducts. Occasionally a unicorn flew up through the trees and then back down beneath the canopy.

Then, up through the canopy came this big chariot pulled by four (maybe six) unicorns and a traditional Grey alien was driving. As we floated past the city, I saw more of those chariots, driven by aliens. They had taken over the city and were ruling it, and when we got to the edge of the city, I saw why.

At "the field" there was a massive war going on between the humans, so much so that they hadn't cared when the aliens took over the city center.

We touched down on the field and were immediately rushed by soldiers. Luckily, we had steel swords and shields. They broke our swords, but our shields were significantly more bad-ass than theirs so they were cool with us from then on, and they lead us to an impromptu market center.

The jock gave me money, some small round, brown coins. One said 600, another 900. I picked up a puzzle at one of the stalls and solved it, finding a clue to somewhere we needed to go. I bought it from the woman running the stall, but when I tried to leave she said I hadn't paid and we had a short argument before I ran off with the puzzle and the clue.

The clue lead me to a cement barracks where I met up with Monk in his office. He had a naked woman tied up on one of the tables. I asked: "Found another one?" And he talked about how he once had a crush on a girl named Alexi.

Meaning:
Hell if I know. I doubt the dream dictionary has an "Aliens-driving-flying-unicorn-chariots" entry.

Aaarg. I'm behind on my Super writing Challenge...challenges. I promise I'll get more done this weekend! (Even though both my Dad and brother are coming into town for mothers day...which is not going to be fun at all...and I need to do something for my mom...I know she'd like me to write her a poem, but I'm not sure if I can write anything as fluffy as she'd want it to be...and I kinda feel like shit....ellipsis...ellipsis...ellipsis....)  

Also: Sometimes I have dreams that seem waaay too complicated and involved to be thought up in one night. Seriously, this one last night had plot progression and in depth characters. Is my subconscious putting this shit together while I'm awake? Damn you, subconscious! Pay attention! You could be helping me with other things!

One of my projects for my new Abnormal Psychology class is to pick a character from Movie/TV/book, analyze what mental illnesses they could possibly have, then figure out whether that illness was presented factually. I had a few thoughts, then...TURLOUGH. Who could be a better case of mental instability? Homicidal, suicidal, repressed trauma involving giant prawn aliens...he's got it all.

Side note: I had a dream a few nights ago in which I was exploring some old city with Five.  We ran into some girl that was very hyper. I implied (with a somewhat rude gesture) that I was sleeping with him. She squeed and ran over to him to confirm, but he blushed and denied it. Apparently, I have a very odd subconscious.

So, I had a dream where I got a job in which I was required to color in other people's artwork. For some reason my mind called this job "copy editor". The first thing I started on was a pen that was brown on the bottom, purple on the top, and had flowers all over it. It was pretty. Then an old man (the boss) showed me how to copy exactly the lines on a piece of artwork without tracing. It was a cartooney lion. It was all very odd.

There was a lot more to the dream (or I had a few) but I can't remember anymore. The day before yesterday I didn't sleep at all so yesterday I ended up crashing at around 8:30...and woke up today at 12. Man was I tired. I really need to learn how to have a normal sleep schedual. I am glad, though, that I got my old Wacom tablet set up on the laptop. Now I'll be able to play around with that. Whee.

Oh, and I've totally fallen for the YouTube videos done by This person:


And, surprisingly, I understand a lot of it. I've taken two years of German in college and one in High school. Who knew I actually learned anything? Ha.