the dreams return
I don't dream often. Or, rather, I am not often capable of remembering dreams. But for the past week it has been like someone hooked a supercharger up to the dreamcatcher over my bed or something. It is the "or something" that worries me. A short synopsis of a handfull of the dreams I had this past weekend:
1: something to do with me and the female leads from "Friends" in a horrible situation together, where I was responsible to decide which one of them dies horribly.
2: some incredible cityscape, towering megalithic buildings, each more intimidating that the NYU library (which I thinks looks like a scary Borg Cube) and a thousand feet higher, very Cyberpunk feel to the place, it kinda felt like I was about to start a real-life version of a Shadowrun (RPG) scenario.
3: a dream in which I spend a solid 5-6 hours (subjective dream time) slowly sharpening a Katana with a handstone. It was not a sword I have, but rather one I'll likely never be able to afford.
4: standing above a naked woman, who was on her knees before me, and I was masturbating into the black void of her mouth, while the blind, groping eels that were her eyes tried to strike at my penis with their sonic-screaming but toothless mouths. Very Cthulhu-sex. Very scary.
My point is, for someone who can usually remember maybe 1 dream per month, remembering all of these from one weekend (No drugs involved) is VERY odd. I don't think my apartment is haunted. My last place was, no doubt. Everyone who visited me multiple times pretty mcuh fell under the same impression. But this place feels kinda vacant. And Shanna thinks so too; which to me is more believable than any textbook fact. New tenants just moved in above us. A family of 4, two little girls and parents. The parents are both ordained Baptist ministers. I fill the recycling bin with liquor bottles, they must hate that. Have they cursed me? Damnable dream-baptists.
1: something to do with me and the female leads from "Friends" in a horrible situation together, where I was responsible to decide which one of them dies horribly.
2: some incredible cityscape, towering megalithic buildings, each more intimidating that the NYU library (which I thinks looks like a scary Borg Cube) and a thousand feet higher, very Cyberpunk feel to the place, it kinda felt like I was about to start a real-life version of a Shadowrun (RPG) scenario.
3: a dream in which I spend a solid 5-6 hours (subjective dream time) slowly sharpening a Katana with a handstone. It was not a sword I have, but rather one I'll likely never be able to afford.
4: standing above a naked woman, who was on her knees before me, and I was masturbating into the black void of her mouth, while the blind, groping eels that were her eyes tried to strike at my penis with their sonic-screaming but toothless mouths. Very Cthulhu-sex. Very scary.
My point is, for someone who can usually remember maybe 1 dream per month, remembering all of these from one weekend (No drugs involved) is VERY odd. I don't think my apartment is haunted. My last place was, no doubt. Everyone who visited me multiple times pretty mcuh fell under the same impression. But this place feels kinda vacant. And Shanna thinks so too; which to me is more believable than any textbook fact. New tenants just moved in above us. A family of 4, two little girls and parents. The parents are both ordained Baptist ministers. I fill the recycling bin with liquor bottles, they must hate that. Have they cursed me? Damnable dream-baptists.