Dreams Are All I Have
Wednesday
The first dream concerned my best guy friend who happens to be gay. For some reason, in this dream, he'd been diagnosed with AIDS. We were hanging out together in his bedroom--I think he was getting ready to go somewhere with me--when I began snooping in his stuff. I found odd little slides that looked more like condiment packets that showed an actual HIV cell or something with little plastic pointers making absolutely sure you were seeing what they wanted you to see. I nabbed a couple of them and started examining them in earnest, only to find that these weren't blown-up representations of the cells, they were actually a couple of slices taken out of my friend's eye! (Commence major shudder factor.) For some reason I opened one of the packets, tearing off a corner with my mouth, and found what should have been frozen blood was leaking into my mouth. Contaminated blood.
I tried to get to the sink to spit, but I ended up swallowing some of it. For being afraid that I would contract the disease, too, I was relatively calm. I just kept washing out my mouth and spitting into the sink. Why did I have the packet in my mouth in the first place? Stupid, stupid dream-me.
Second dream:
I was talking to a man in prison who was some sort of serial killer, so it was rather like The Silence of the Lambs. His wife had come to visit, except she was visiting some other inmate out in the courtyard and I was in the dayroom with this dangerous man. His name had something to do with the word "engel" --angel in German, I believe. I was very nervous talking to him, since he could probably move faster than me and injure me before I would know it. At the same time, I was somehow on-line and pestering the guy in Scotland, but having to move around and disturbing that conversation since the prisoner kept looking at me menacingly. I offered to call his wife over, but he said it wasn't worth it. I tried to shut a door that diagonally bisected the room we were in, but he shook his head at me warningly, as if to say he knew exactly why I was doing it.
Today
It started out as a party with Sonya at my grandmother's (must have been inspired by you telling me about your mom's blue margarita party). Things shifted and I was sitting at a huge table with hundreds of young people, mainly kids, who were eating everything they could in terms of steak, fries, and some kind of vegetable matter on the plates before them while the only condiment available was ketchup (good thing I like ketchup). Serving us all was some kind of dark elder god who seemed to be a cohort of Cthulhu's. None of us was allowed to share with our neighbors, but we quietly did so anyway. I managed to get away with it while many others were caught. A winged god-creature came to visit our dark host and was extremely angry that some of its followers had ended up being made into bat-winged-creature fries. The god who was giving us hospitality (hah!) asked if anyone would finish off the fries he had in a box. I said sure and took them, stuffing my face while looking at him pointedly.
The scene jumped to a battle in a high ceilinged building against the dark god and several of his peers with all-new children other than the ones I'd been eating alongside earlier. Their tactics were insane: climbing up ladders to poke at the gods with swords only to be crushed easily under heavy blows, bunching together to attack, shooting arrows straight up into the elder gods' heads... not good at all! So many of them were dead already. There was a chance to escape, which many of us took, running through hallways and under outdoor overhangs screaming. There were parents' cars parked behind the building, so I ran to my mother's car, knowing that I had to get back to the elder god's realm because the remainder of this new group would soon be at that table and the dark god would snack upon them, but I alone could save them as the sole survivor of my group! (Yeah, delusions much?) I sprinted to my mother's white car, knowing quite well that I can't drive a stick shift but I would have to if I was going to make it to a transport in time. People were milling and screaming and generally being chaotic ninnies, so I had to stop to help one or two of them while screaming "Mother! Mother!" I saw a mother and daughter that I knew from somewhere, so I told the mother to find mine (not that she would know what my mother looks like) and jumped on the little passenger car with the daughter on the way to the transport.
I saw a pretty silver jar, round and probably three inches high, sitting on the shelves in the living room last night. I wondered at it, who it belonged to. On closer inspection, I found it was the container of ashes for our dog.