violent dreams
I have been learning the hard way lately that the streets are not all parallel here. I spent about an hour lost in the Western part of the city today. It started out as a nice walk, and as it got darker and I had no idea where I was... a little worrying. It's all good, though, because my cell phone has GPS! I never really feel unsafe, either.
The problem with this city is that the good stuff is not all clumped together in a recognizable way. I found 3 really nice bakeries all tucked away in this labyrinthine area of houses!
I've been having unsettling dreams lately. It's unusual that I remember any, much less two in one week. I think this means I need to lay off reading horror movie summaries on Wikipedia.
Wednesday night: Eating dinner with a group of people around a table in a tatami-style Japanese room. The back wall is a big oshiire closet with the sliding door partly open. For some reason, while I'm at the table I stick my hand into the closet and something holds my hand, pretty casually. Afterward, when we're done, I've taken my hand out but I'm curious so I ask about it and everyone seems like they already knew but were trying to hide something.
Apparently it means the thing has caught me or whatever so to get rid of it I'm supposed to go to the zoo next door (I wish) and run around it three times except it doesn't work :(
Thursday night: I'm living with my parents in my house in Illinois, although the layout is a bit different. I'm in the living room when a guy bursts into the kitchen, stabs my mom (I think), and runs to the back of the house, and then in the room where I am hiding (poorly). He stabs me a few times but I manage to run out of the house and end up passing out beside the Valentors' place.
While I am passing out, I distinctly remember thinking about how ironic it is that I'm dying because of one of those random acts of violence that I fear so much. But then I wake up again and I think I'm paralyzed or something and in a wheelchair in a school and my mom just finished giving a motivational speech (so out of character it's hilarious) or accepting an award. Idk why my dad does not play into this, but we'll give it the benefit of the doubt and assume he wasn't killed.
Anyway, it's been weird waking up lately. When I was younger I used to have nightmares when I would actually wake up crying (although not that often), but in these cases I've always felt more like I was watching a movie that ended when I woke up.
Still, I'm very curious about dreams. Is it really just a side effect of random brain activity and memory storage, or do they play some kind of evolutionary role?
Off to sleep ♪ （￣ρ￣）
The problem with this city is that the good stuff is not all clumped together in a recognizable way. I found 3 really nice bakeries all tucked away in this labyrinthine area of houses!
I've been having unsettling dreams lately. It's unusual that I remember any, much less two in one week. I think this means I need to lay off reading horror movie summaries on Wikipedia.
Wednesday night: Eating dinner with a group of people around a table in a tatami-style Japanese room. The back wall is a big oshiire closet with the sliding door partly open. For some reason, while I'm at the table I stick my hand into the closet and something holds my hand, pretty casually. Afterward, when we're done, I've taken my hand out but I'm curious so I ask about it and everyone seems like they already knew but were trying to hide something.
Apparently it means the thing has caught me or whatever so to get rid of it I'm supposed to go to the zoo next door (I wish) and run around it three times except it doesn't work :(
Thursday night: I'm living with my parents in my house in Illinois, although the layout is a bit different. I'm in the living room when a guy bursts into the kitchen, stabs my mom (I think), and runs to the back of the house, and then in the room where I am hiding (poorly). He stabs me a few times but I manage to run out of the house and end up passing out beside the Valentors' place.
While I am passing out, I distinctly remember thinking about how ironic it is that I'm dying because of one of those random acts of violence that I fear so much. But then I wake up again and I think I'm paralyzed or something and in a wheelchair in a school and my mom just finished giving a motivational speech (so out of character it's hilarious) or accepting an award. Idk why my dad does not play into this, but we'll give it the benefit of the doubt and assume he wasn't killed.
Anyway, it's been weird waking up lately. When I was younger I used to have nightmares when I would actually wake up crying (although not that often), but in these cases I've always felt more like I was watching a movie that ended when I woke up.
Still, I'm very curious about dreams. Is it really just a side effect of random brain activity and memory storage, or do they play some kind of evolutionary role?
Off to sleep ♪ （￣ρ￣）