Dream Log
Ok, PITA, I love you and all, but I stole your idea of putting a dream in here...cause I need help. REAL help.
Lately, as everyone has obviously noticed, I've been 1)bitchier 2)weirder than normal and 3)have secluded myself from most of the world. Not only that, but I've been having this re-occuring freaky dream...and I figured I'd post it on here, and get pplz comments, to see what -they- think this whole dream is about. *Mind you, any comments, I would actually like to have meaning...so no gay 'trying to be funny shit'*
Mmmk...here's the dream...
First off, this dream is weird as hell because it's in ALL color. I've never had an all color dream before in my life. It's usually black and white, with like shades of magenta and pinks and what not. And EVERYTHING is in color, but me. I'm like this gray-ish stuff. Anyways...I'm walking in a city. I'm not sure where, I just know there were tons and tons of skyscrapers and people pushing past me. At first, I feel jealous cause everybody's in color, and I'm just this gray blob of nothing. But then I realize that I'm happy being this gray blob, and smile inwardly, knowing that I'm special. Then randomly, I have an urge to take photos. So obviously, I pull a camera out of the nothingness and begin taking pictures of this building. I don't know what the building is, but I'm fascinate with it...picture after picture after picture, until the camera (which was a disposable one) is empty. But still, tht urge is there. So I pull out another camera and take picture after picture until -that- roll of film is done too. This cycle continues for hours. And it's all of this building. Then, this white pick up truck pulls up in front of me, and this man with a brown paper bag over his face says, "Hop in". So I do. Except I hope into the back and sit...taking pictures of the building that's getting smaller and smaller, until it disappears into the horizon. *PINK FLASH* Now I'm sitting in a kitchen, and like all these people I met forever ago are there. My pre-school teacher whose name I forgot, and the janitor from my elementary school. They served me coffee, and as they walk out, Shellez and Noemi walk in. Shellez has a knife in her hand, and Noemi is headless, holding her head in one hand, and a camera in the other. "You dropped this" she said to me. I smile, and then she gets another whack from Shellez's knife, right in the back. Using the camera I had, I start taking pictures...and then Shellez and I start laughing hysterically. But then Lumberjack and Usher walk in. Both of them are sweaty with long beards and sit down at the table I'm sitting at. "What were you doing?" I asked them, as I continue to take photographs of them. "They was out cutt'n woood" Shellez spoke in this weird country twang, and I randomly stand up and do a couple twirls on one foot in the kitchen and hop out this back door and into like this corn field looking thing. I hear this buzz...bzzzzzzzz bzzzz bzzzzz...and then the sound of nails on a chalkboard come from this piece of corn. I want to touch the corn...find out what the buzz is, but as I pick it up...it starts popping. Like popcorn, ya kno? And each piece of popcorn smiles and waves, and hops off, running into the corn field, which is slowly liquifying into the ocean. I wave goodbye to the popcorn. "Be safe getting home" I tell them "Beware of the birds". And as I'm bidding the popcorn pieces farewell, Lumberjack and Usher come out carrying like two hundred disposable cameras. We walk to this cliff, and one by one toss them off saying "God Bless Communism".When were throwing the last one, Shellez yells out from the kitchen in her hick accent "DINNER! COME AND GET IT!" And so...we go and get it. And as the last ray of sunlight disappears, Shellez asks me, "When are you getting those picture developed". I just look at her and smile. "Never" Usher answers for me. "Never" Lumberjack repeats. "Never" Shellez says. And they all start saying, "Never, Never" over and over, until I'm no longer a gray nothing, but a pink something.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. Then the alarm usually goes off. And...well, it leaves me really confused. I've had this dream 5 days in a row...I'm scared to go to bed tonight, cause it's freaking creepy waving goodbye to pieces of popcorn, and watching Lumberjack throw cameras off a cliff with Usher. It's just dayum creepy.
So any ideas...I'll love you times 10. PITA...I really wanna hear your take on this. Your my most insightful friend...surely you have -some- idea...:)<3*tAwNy*