Crazy dream
Dream.
Walking along a dark, windy path on a rainy night and I come across someone lifting up a car and putting it in their van. I go to see who it is - and it's Saralee. I ask her how she can lift up the car and she tells me she's been getting steroids from her boss - says it mays towing cars easier. Curious, I ask if I can take some steroids as well and she says only if I help her with her work for the night so I agree. She shows me the steriods and I'm full of anxeity - what if they totally fuck my body up? What if I lose control of myself? etc etc.
I ask how many I should take and she looks them over, admits she takes more than a couple and says I should probably take two. She pulls her truck over in a gas station and I get a drink to take them with as well as some food to tide my stomach over as well - she tells me I wont want to eat for a couple days after taking them, which is why she's so skinny now. So I crush up the steroids and sprinkle them into my (very tiny) drink and after a minute or two of convicing myself in the bathroom I can do this, I drink the shot and make my way back out.
I guess at this point my dream fast-forwards, or something. I'm not sure. But she, someone else (I still don't know who they were, but I knew them well in my dream. I know this person occurs a LOT in my dreams.) and myself were all planning a game together. I think the girl was part of my new work, with the steroids and stuff. Anyways, we decided to play hide and seek, and me and the girl were hiding together in someone's yard, and it's very late at night and we're shuffling about in their bushes and they spot us - and give us a weird look. We mouth to them that we're playing hide and seek and they continue watching TV.
I'd like to note that this house is very white, and they have two dogs. Labradors. And there's a bell of some sort in their yard that connects to another bell further away like a scale, almost. Except if you lowered/raised this bell it wouldn't effect the other. The bell was gold and highly decorated. I've drawn a MSPaint of the "map".
http://pictureposter.allbrand.nu/pictures/Cerky/RandomStuff/map.JPG
Anyways!
While we're shuffling in the bushes, we get this idea that we should jump out of the bushes and scare the shit out of Saralee instead of her trying to find us.
The 'scene' switches over to Saralee, who's taking more steroids and other drugs and is just wasted out of her mind, and she's stumbling about the path far away, searching for us. She comes across the pole that hangs in the air that connects to the bells (It's like a T.) and sees the bell that's hovering over a concrete (wtf) island. (I really should have realized that part was ominous.) Being as stupid as she is, and drugged out of her mind, she thinks it's a good idea to climb up the pole and make her way over to the bell over the island. This causes her bell to start making noise, which causes our bell to start making noise.
Scene switches again to us, who are happily giggling and conspiring, only to hear our bell jangling and being all sorts of fussy. We panic, thinking it's the dogs, and we don't want Saralee to realize where we were because then we couldn't scare the pissants out of her. We scramble over ready to hush the dogs only to notice.. hey. The dogs are just sleeping peacefully. So why is the bell jangling?
Switch scenes. Saralee is hanging onto the bell for dear life, not realizing that hey, HER BELL DOESN'T RAISE/LOWER, so getting onto the island is near impossible. Actually, island isn't a good word for it. It's just a concrete, square pillar. Maybe two feet around at most. She slips off the bell, the carved decorations not being very useful to hang on, cracks her skull on the concrete and slips down into the water.
Back to us. It'd been a good ten minutes or so before we realized someone would have to be messing with the bell for it to be jangling, so we jump out of the bushes going "RAAHH!" only to be greeting with... nothing. We look at the bell over the island and how there's blood on the island and it instantly clicks in my head on who's in there. Maybe I still care about her, or maybe I just didn't want someone to die, but without taking a second thought I jumped into that water to get her, to save her, to at least hope that she hasn't died.
The swimming sequence was weird. It turned video-game like suddenly. I had a "breath bar" that was gradually draining and the water around me was endless and thick. I couldn't see anything. I kept swimming on, and about halfway through my breath bar this purple.. stuff.. started streaming up to me. It was like streams of purple, and it was choking me. My breath bar started dropping twice as fast and I was finding it harder and harder to swim. But again, I still kept trying, but now my conciousness was telling me "WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP" and my mind was desperately going between wanting to get to Saralee and wanting to wake up before I choked to death in the water.
I woke up before I could ever get to her, though. Right when I ran out of breath, something told me "You're dying." and I snapped into reality again, heart pounding, air caught in my throat and feeling very freaked out and the only thing I could say was "I let her die." And I felt guilty. I couldn't save her.
I told her about this dream in Art today. She told me "Well.. it sucks that you dreamt I died,.. and being a druggie.. but it's cool that you tried to save me. Even if you died as well." Maybe we're friends again. Borderline friends. Friends enough to be friendly, but not enough to actually TRY to hang out with eachother beyond class.
Walking along a dark, windy path on a rainy night and I come across someone lifting up a car and putting it in their van. I go to see who it is - and it's Saralee. I ask her how she can lift up the car and she tells me she's been getting steroids from her boss - says it mays towing cars easier. Curious, I ask if I can take some steroids as well and she says only if I help her with her work for the night so I agree. She shows me the steriods and I'm full of anxeity - what if they totally fuck my body up? What if I lose control of myself? etc etc.
I ask how many I should take and she looks them over, admits she takes more than a couple and says I should probably take two. She pulls her truck over in a gas station and I get a drink to take them with as well as some food to tide my stomach over as well - she tells me I wont want to eat for a couple days after taking them, which is why she's so skinny now. So I crush up the steroids and sprinkle them into my (very tiny) drink and after a minute or two of convicing myself in the bathroom I can do this, I drink the shot and make my way back out.
I guess at this point my dream fast-forwards, or something. I'm not sure. But she, someone else (I still don't know who they were, but I knew them well in my dream. I know this person occurs a LOT in my dreams.) and myself were all planning a game together. I think the girl was part of my new work, with the steroids and stuff. Anyways, we decided to play hide and seek, and me and the girl were hiding together in someone's yard, and it's very late at night and we're shuffling about in their bushes and they spot us - and give us a weird look. We mouth to them that we're playing hide and seek and they continue watching TV.
I'd like to note that this house is very white, and they have two dogs. Labradors. And there's a bell of some sort in their yard that connects to another bell further away like a scale, almost. Except if you lowered/raised this bell it wouldn't effect the other. The bell was gold and highly decorated. I've drawn a MSPaint of the "map".
http://pictureposter.allbrand.nu/pictures/Cerky/RandomStuff/map.JPG
Anyways!
While we're shuffling in the bushes, we get this idea that we should jump out of the bushes and scare the shit out of Saralee instead of her trying to find us.
The 'scene' switches over to Saralee, who's taking more steroids and other drugs and is just wasted out of her mind, and she's stumbling about the path far away, searching for us. She comes across the pole that hangs in the air that connects to the bells (It's like a T.) and sees the bell that's hovering over a concrete (wtf) island. (I really should have realized that part was ominous.) Being as stupid as she is, and drugged out of her mind, she thinks it's a good idea to climb up the pole and make her way over to the bell over the island. This causes her bell to start making noise, which causes our bell to start making noise.
Scene switches again to us, who are happily giggling and conspiring, only to hear our bell jangling and being all sorts of fussy. We panic, thinking it's the dogs, and we don't want Saralee to realize where we were because then we couldn't scare the pissants out of her. We scramble over ready to hush the dogs only to notice.. hey. The dogs are just sleeping peacefully. So why is the bell jangling?
Switch scenes. Saralee is hanging onto the bell for dear life, not realizing that hey, HER BELL DOESN'T RAISE/LOWER, so getting onto the island is near impossible. Actually, island isn't a good word for it. It's just a concrete, square pillar. Maybe two feet around at most. She slips off the bell, the carved decorations not being very useful to hang on, cracks her skull on the concrete and slips down into the water.
Back to us. It'd been a good ten minutes or so before we realized someone would have to be messing with the bell for it to be jangling, so we jump out of the bushes going "RAAHH!" only to be greeting with... nothing. We look at the bell over the island and how there's blood on the island and it instantly clicks in my head on who's in there. Maybe I still care about her, or maybe I just didn't want someone to die, but without taking a second thought I jumped into that water to get her, to save her, to at least hope that she hasn't died.
The swimming sequence was weird. It turned video-game like suddenly. I had a "breath bar" that was gradually draining and the water around me was endless and thick. I couldn't see anything. I kept swimming on, and about halfway through my breath bar this purple.. stuff.. started streaming up to me. It was like streams of purple, and it was choking me. My breath bar started dropping twice as fast and I was finding it harder and harder to swim. But again, I still kept trying, but now my conciousness was telling me "WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP" and my mind was desperately going between wanting to get to Saralee and wanting to wake up before I choked to death in the water.
I woke up before I could ever get to her, though. Right when I ran out of breath, something told me "You're dying." and I snapped into reality again, heart pounding, air caught in my throat and feeling very freaked out and the only thing I could say was "I let her die." And I felt guilty. I couldn't save her.
I told her about this dream in Art today. She told me "Well.. it sucks that you dreamt I died,.. and being a druggie.. but it's cool that you tried to save me. Even if you died as well." Maybe we're friends again. Borderline friends. Friends enough to be friendly, but not enough to actually TRY to hang out with eachother beyond class.