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I'm kind of annoyed at my subconscious mind right now.
It started out with my parents (both of them, I think) and myself in Florida walking... somewhere. I think we were supposed to be leaving. We walked up to this kiosk thing on a boardwalk, and in between talking to the guy (who had the most infuriating grin I may have ever seen, and looked vaguely like... Mitsuo/Boy from GX, idek) and being separated from my dad, I realized Very Bad ThingsTM were about to happen.
My mom and I turned into random Pokemon at will (?!) and started blasting things underwater with ice beams and lasers and stuff like that -- why, I'm not really sure. I think my mom got captured by something at that point, and so I started flailing trying to free her. The next thing I know, we're on the surface in broad daylight, and I'm human again.
The force that captured my parents (and soon myself too) was really annoying, in that you couldn't escape because they were always freaking watching you. You couldn't get away from the supervisors above water, and they could even see you if you swam below the rafts that the supervisors kept watch from. There were a bunch of girls -- no boys, just girls -- running around brainwashed, and it was like I was the only one who wasn't. Eventually, I got hold of a nail file and... something else long and sharp, and started cutting up the girls. The supervisors took note of this and ran over to blast me with guns and skewer me with knives, but I... didn't die. As usual. I could inexplicably heal my wounds if I thought about it hard enough.
So I started slicing the supervisors, too, hoping to get a hold of the leader with the crazy enraging smile while night fell progressively onto the dream. They kept coming at me, but I just kept cutting throats and whatnot. It was pretty violent without being gruesome, though I remember it in pretty good detail. After a while, I locked onto the leader and kept killing the girls who threw themselves at me, but the leader kept freaking getting away -- his raft had a motor attached to it or something, and I could almost swim fast enough to keep up. Almost.
He sort of mocked me from afar and did the whole condescending villain spiel, I think. I remember my parents came up at this point, whether it was me remembering them or him mentioning them verbally. So I kept trying to get at him...
Stuff happened I don't clearly remember, dawn broke (I think), and then I woke up.
...I never did get to kill the evil guy. ;_;
Creepy fucking dreams aside, when I woke up, my dad told me that he got a call from one of his cousins on his mother's side. Apparently one of his other cousins dropped dead while shoveling snow... either this morning or yesterday, don't remember which he said. And he was the same age as my dad, which didn't really make him feel all that great.
...Truth is, it kind of unnerved me, too. I worry for my dad a lot, since it's impossible to tell what his lifespan will be, considering his dad's side has always had heart problems (and his dad and all his aunts/uncles died before age 65, IIRC), and yet his mom's side has incredible longevity in contrast. So... idk, man.
It started out with my parents (both of them, I think) and myself in Florida walking... somewhere. I think we were supposed to be leaving. We walked up to this kiosk thing on a boardwalk, and in between talking to the guy (who had the most infuriating grin I may have ever seen, and looked vaguely like... Mitsuo/Boy from GX, idek) and being separated from my dad, I realized Very Bad ThingsTM were about to happen.
My mom and I turned into random Pokemon at will (?!) and started blasting things underwater with ice beams and lasers and stuff like that -- why, I'm not really sure. I think my mom got captured by something at that point, and so I started flailing trying to free her. The next thing I know, we're on the surface in broad daylight, and I'm human again.
The force that captured my parents (and soon myself too) was really annoying, in that you couldn't escape because they were always freaking watching you. You couldn't get away from the supervisors above water, and they could even see you if you swam below the rafts that the supervisors kept watch from. There were a bunch of girls -- no boys, just girls -- running around brainwashed, and it was like I was the only one who wasn't. Eventually, I got hold of a nail file and... something else long and sharp, and started cutting up the girls. The supervisors took note of this and ran over to blast me with guns and skewer me with knives, but I... didn't die. As usual. I could inexplicably heal my wounds if I thought about it hard enough.
So I started slicing the supervisors, too, hoping to get a hold of the leader with the crazy enraging smile while night fell progressively onto the dream. They kept coming at me, but I just kept cutting throats and whatnot. It was pretty violent without being gruesome, though I remember it in pretty good detail. After a while, I locked onto the leader and kept killing the girls who threw themselves at me, but the leader kept freaking getting away -- his raft had a motor attached to it or something, and I could almost swim fast enough to keep up. Almost.
He sort of mocked me from afar and did the whole condescending villain spiel, I think. I remember my parents came up at this point, whether it was me remembering them or him mentioning them verbally. So I kept trying to get at him...
Stuff happened I don't clearly remember, dawn broke (I think), and then I woke up.
...I never did get to kill the evil guy. ;_;
Creepy fucking dreams aside, when I woke up, my dad told me that he got a call from one of his cousins on his mother's side. Apparently one of his other cousins dropped dead while shoveling snow... either this morning or yesterday, don't remember which he said. And he was the same age as my dad, which didn't really make him feel all that great.
...Truth is, it kind of unnerved me, too. I worry for my dad a lot, since it's impossible to tell what his lifespan will be, considering his dad's side has always had heart problems (and his dad and all his aunts/uncles died before age 65, IIRC), and yet his mom's side has incredible longevity in contrast. So... idk, man.