So, due to large amounts of popular demand, here comes the next dream of note:
It all started out with me and a buddy of mine staying over at an old friend's place, a friend who for some reason were really bloody annoyed by our presence there. Apparently, we had disturbed him in his sleep, so we were just lying in our bed (yes, that's singular, don't ask me why!) and pretending to sleep when he came and checked up on us in a rather foul mood.
Next thing I knew, we were visiting my buddy's girlfriend, and somehow some kind of argument erupted, and my buddy took his leave of us, and I was left at gunpoint from my old friend, who wanted me to come along outside and get into his car. Noteworthy is also the fact that at this point, the girlfriend of my buddy was in cahoots with him. I had also picked up a nice little rock with a fossil in it that I asked him if I could keep, upon which he took it and threw it on the ground to break it, but I still picked it up, and since he had discarded it, it would not be considered theft if I took it as my own, which I then did.
Now, me never being one to enjoy being threatened with a gun, I took the chance as he was stepping into the car to make a run for it. Fortunately, he was a very short guy, so buy crouching down, I stayed out of his view since he couldn't see over the cars that were between us.
As fast as I could, I ran around a corner, then yet another corner, in order to lose him. At this point, I decided to run into one of the apartment buildings to try and evade him in there, as I knew he was driving around trying to find me. It just so happened there was a hospital in that particular building, and instead of asking anyone in there for help, I ran down to another floor and out of the building, only to manage to sneak into yet another one at the same time as the guy with the gun arrived on the scene, thus he never spotted me, and I was relatively safe.
But, still wanting to evade him even further, I continued moving away from where I thought he was, and I came to a big road, which I tried unsuccessfully to cross. Then a lady came up and spoke to me, but what it was she said isn't told in this story.
Moving further away from the town center, I realized I could use my cellphone to call my buddy for help. Problem is, he was very depressed, and refused to help me since he wanted to stay loyal to his girlfriend, who was, as was explained earlier, working together with the jerk with the gun. He also told me his mother was on antidepressants, something I thought made sense, and that she was so addled by the drugs that the two had had sex, which somehow made their relationship so special that he couldn't possibly help me out.
Hey, stop rolling your eyes, this is my dream!
I had now arrived at a very beautiful suburb to the city I was in, and I tried calling my cousin to get a lift home. Problem is, I had no idea what city it was, only that it was somewhere in the vicinity of Stockholm, so I tried asking a classmate from high-school, a girl who I had once had a big crush on, but she acted all dismissive, and just told me that the name of the city was "Vanessa".
See, that made sense, didn't it?
Well, that's all she wrote, fortunately no more happened after that, because I'm getting tired of writing it down! Ha!
torsdag 3 december 2009
onsdag 2 december 2009
Dreams and yet dreams!
Finally, I have in the scope of three nights had a grand total of two dreams actually worth mentioning, IE aren't boring as all hell.
Here's the first one:
One day, I was out skiing, on a reeeeeeeaaaaally steep slope, and was trying to make sure I was actually on my feet rather than on my nose. Now, making an absolutely logical and completely understandable transition, it was all of a sudden the year 2012, and the world was going to hell in a breadbasket!
What this means is essentially that the ground itself, still on the ski-slope, was moving, heavily! 'twas all going in waves, which made it somewhat tricky to keep going downhill, seeing as how the concept of "Downhill" was instantly redefining itself. To add to the interestingnessicity, there was a monster, a big one. It was running down towards the fleeing people (on skis), and it was quite scary to behold.
Fortunately, I managed to evade it, as it came crashing down and knocked itself out in a somewhat cartoonish moment of awesomeness. Next thing I knew, in another brilliant transition, I found myself in a small shack, together with a few people, among them my beloved, hiding from a horde of the undead who, naturally, are bound to appear whenever the end of the world is taking place.
Now, of course we are trying to avoid getting bitten, or even scratched, because that would turn us into the undead, but we were also trying to kill the buggers at the same time. So, first there was a whole shitload of them, then there were suddenly just a few. The obvious flow of thought for me and my girl was whether we should shoot ourselves in the head right away to avoid turning into two of them.
Noteworthy is the fact that I got scratched by the knife of one of the undead, but decided that it would not turn me.
But achieving consensus on an important matter, we thought that the best course of action would be to intentionally get infected so we would in fact become undead ourselves, this because we at least wanted to spend some more time together, and even though we knew that our bodies would rot, we would still be together so that our love could flourish for awhile longer. That is thusly what happened, I got a cut in my left little toe and we both went somewhat brown-ish, we were clinically dead, but still up and about as if nothing had happened. We weren't zombies, just dead people who were still alive...kinda...
Apparently, some entrepreneur of considerable standing had the idea that we undead folks would make for utterly superb labour, so we were quickly shipped off across a body of water to some kind of labour camp, where we worked with taking apart boxes in order to win the favour of the boss.
Sometime around then, I noted that we could commit any crime we wanted, because as we were clinically dead, we couldn't be convicted of anything. I then felt for my pulse, and found it, which is rather weird when you think about it.
At this point, my left thumb was starting to seize up and hurt quite badly, because I was starting to feel the onset of rigor mortis. One of my co-workers adviced me that I should drink some water, which indeed helped, though the milk I drank made me feel sick to my stomach. I also felt some mild pain in my joints as they all started seizing up as well, which was expected by now.
Next thing I knew, I was on the beach with a higher ranking worker, with some amazing area-of-effect gun, that he left me to use when he went to do something or another, and I fired it at some invaders from another camp who arrived on the beach by boat.
After that, me and the mates from the camp took a joyride through the countryside, in what closely resembled a LEGO world! I noted that it was amazing that everything could be destroyed, as described by one of my mates, and I thought that made it an excellent video game!
At the end of it all, we were racing along, and trying to kill the people from the other camp who were pursuing us!
...and that's about it!
Okay, that's a whole lot of text, I think I'll write about the other dream sometime later, 'cause right now I can't be bothered!
Enjoy!
Here's the first one:
One day, I was out skiing, on a reeeeeeeaaaaally steep slope, and was trying to make sure I was actually on my feet rather than on my nose. Now, making an absolutely logical and completely understandable transition, it was all of a sudden the year 2012, and the world was going to hell in a breadbasket!
What this means is essentially that the ground itself, still on the ski-slope, was moving, heavily! 'twas all going in waves, which made it somewhat tricky to keep going downhill, seeing as how the concept of "Downhill" was instantly redefining itself. To add to the interestingnessicity, there was a monster, a big one. It was running down towards the fleeing people (on skis), and it was quite scary to behold.
Fortunately, I managed to evade it, as it came crashing down and knocked itself out in a somewhat cartoonish moment of awesomeness. Next thing I knew, in another brilliant transition, I found myself in a small shack, together with a few people, among them my beloved, hiding from a horde of the undead who, naturally, are bound to appear whenever the end of the world is taking place.
Now, of course we are trying to avoid getting bitten, or even scratched, because that would turn us into the undead, but we were also trying to kill the buggers at the same time. So, first there was a whole shitload of them, then there were suddenly just a few. The obvious flow of thought for me and my girl was whether we should shoot ourselves in the head right away to avoid turning into two of them.
Noteworthy is the fact that I got scratched by the knife of one of the undead, but decided that it would not turn me.
But achieving consensus on an important matter, we thought that the best course of action would be to intentionally get infected so we would in fact become undead ourselves, this because we at least wanted to spend some more time together, and even though we knew that our bodies would rot, we would still be together so that our love could flourish for awhile longer. That is thusly what happened, I got a cut in my left little toe and we both went somewhat brown-ish, we were clinically dead, but still up and about as if nothing had happened. We weren't zombies, just dead people who were still alive...kinda...
Apparently, some entrepreneur of considerable standing had the idea that we undead folks would make for utterly superb labour, so we were quickly shipped off across a body of water to some kind of labour camp, where we worked with taking apart boxes in order to win the favour of the boss.
Sometime around then, I noted that we could commit any crime we wanted, because as we were clinically dead, we couldn't be convicted of anything. I then felt for my pulse, and found it, which is rather weird when you think about it.
At this point, my left thumb was starting to seize up and hurt quite badly, because I was starting to feel the onset of rigor mortis. One of my co-workers adviced me that I should drink some water, which indeed helped, though the milk I drank made me feel sick to my stomach. I also felt some mild pain in my joints as they all started seizing up as well, which was expected by now.
Next thing I knew, I was on the beach with a higher ranking worker, with some amazing area-of-effect gun, that he left me to use when he went to do something or another, and I fired it at some invaders from another camp who arrived on the beach by boat.
After that, me and the mates from the camp took a joyride through the countryside, in what closely resembled a LEGO world! I noted that it was amazing that everything could be destroyed, as described by one of my mates, and I thought that made it an excellent video game!
At the end of it all, we were racing along, and trying to kill the people from the other camp who were pursuing us!
...and that's about it!
Okay, that's a whole lot of text, I think I'll write about the other dream sometime later, 'cause right now I can't be bothered!
Enjoy!
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