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Saturday, September 24, 2005

My Dreams
I rarely remember my dreams but the ones I do remember are often times odd, to say the least, and sometimes extremely disturbing. Most of the time, I am not even involved in these dreams. Merely a spectator -- like watching a movie

1. The Gay Prison Sex Dream.

I woke up practically gagging from this one. Gay sex is not a turn on. Quite the opposite actually. I don't have anything against homosexuals... Anal sex just scares the bejeezuz outta me, is all. Anyway, I spent the rest of the day feeling very violated after this dream.

The dream started out with two lovers in a prison. They are whispering among themselves discussing where to meet to 'get together' and finally decide rendezvous in one of the toilet cubicles later on during the day.

Flash forward to 'later on during the day.'

One of the guys (we'll call him Bob) is in the cubicle waiting for the other. He decides to be seductive and strips down, faces the wall and bends at his waist, waiting for his lover to show up.

The door opens. It is some random other guy. Bob doesn't look back and assumes it is his lover. This other guy decides to take advantage of the situation.

The rest is pretty graphic. I did not have the luxury of waking up in the nick of time :(

2. The Shot to Death Dream

It is around the 1800's and I am in a log cabin in the middle of freakin' no where with my two children. My kids are sitting at the table eating their meal and I am in the kitchen putzing around and doing whatever.

Suddenly, the door slams open and this man steps through the doorway, points a gun at me, and shoots me a couple of times.

I woke up just as dream-me realized that I had been shot and the shock registered.

3. The Falling Dream

I am in this room in the penthouse of a tall building. I distinctly recall that it is a very white room. White furniture, white carpeting, white walls.

I am in this room with another man -- my boyfriend, I guess.

Then, a big, very well built man comes in and shoots my boyfriend.

I naturally bolt. But apparently I don't have a brain in this dream and run for the balcony.

Cornered, this man comes for me, we have a bit of a tussle, and finally he pushes me over the balcony railing.

I am falling. And I just keep falling. Falling through clouds. I don't see anything but the clouds. My heart is racing from the fall. Then I awaken -- with my heart still beating a mile a minute.

4. Demonic Ritual Dream

Another disturbing dream for me. While I am not a religious person, I do however believe in God, and consequently, the Devil. (Where there is good, there is evil for without evil, there is no good. Kind of similar to how darkness is simply the absence of light.)

The beginning of this dream reminds me very much of Alice in Wonderland for some weird reason.

It starts out with this guy -- wearing make-up that reminds me very much of Kiss -- looking through this hole and getting sucked into it to some sort of warped separate dimension.

Next, Mr. Kiss is in this wooden wagon along with several other people. Around the wagon, there is a group of people wearing robes. They are preparing for a human sacrifice.

Of course, Mr. Kiss has to be the first one chosen.

He is placed in the middle of this marking on the ground and the robe-wearing guys gather round him and start chanting.

Then this man who, I guess, is the leader, walks up to Mr. Kiss, cuts him open and takes out an organ (I do not know which... they all look the same to me). During this whole time, Mr. Kiss is alive and very much in pain.

Think Indianna Jones.

Anyway, that's where that particular dream ends. Good thing too. Do not want to know what is done with the organ or the sacrifices.

5. My Nancy Drew Dream

It is not really of Nancy Drew but it does have that mystery book feel to it.

It starts out with me (yes, I am in it) finding out that I have a rich uncle that I never knew I had and that he just passed away and left me all his belongings and money.

Then, while going through his things, I find out that there is some big secret concerning my uncle and his death. I still do not know what the actual secret is -- which sort of pisses me off -- but, oh well.

Anyway, the details are sort of hard to explain. Just take your basic mystery movie where there is an evil secret government agency is trying to hide some big secret; and they now want to kill you because they think you know something even though you don't; and you think the only way you can stop them is by finding out what it they are hiding; and so the wild goose chase begins.
posted by Salian at 17:33 1 comments

1 Comments:

Thank you. Cad drafting was exactly what my life was missing. You have given me new purpose.
Blogger Salian, at September 25, 2005 2:46 PM  

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