DREAM
What a weird series of dreams. All of which I felt isolated and frustrated during. My sister's wedding! No underwear, no make up, no bra, the dress (more like nightie) was incredibly wrinkled.
Devrah and I running back to the place, she ditched me when we met "Ron", a photographer.
Swimming by myself, pulled by a current, brother not here to save me like that time when I was little, yelling for help, it only comes out as a whisper, trying to move with the current, and get back to the calm section because for some reason there is no land. Dev Patel helps me onto a rock.
Earlier, my sister tried to set me up with Dev Patel in front of the entire wedding party. I had giant headphones on for some reason and everyone kept going "Oh Amy, she can't even hear you! *giggle*" and I pretended that was true until she said, "She'll be sixteen very soon!" and I cried, "I turned twenty yesterday!!" Dev Patel was hidden, so I didn't see that it was him, just thought it was a random wedding guest.
But later (not the rock scenario) we were running from something, and on the train I asked, "Wait, were you sitting...wait, did my sister try to make us go on a date?" and he shrugged and smiled and I hated that I was still in the slutty, crinkly nightie with no underwear.
Sometime later there was a mean teenage boy shooting people, room by room in the hotel the train suddenly turned into. Dev and I climbed out a window and booked it, but the kid was there, and he started chasing us, and I could run very VERY fast, but his screaming voice was always right behind my ear! Why didn't he just shoot me, why didn't he just reach out and stab me with the bayonet? (yes, it was a fucking bayonet). Then it was dark, and Dev and the kid and I were in someone's yard---clever, Dev! He led us all to the boys house! Someone (not me, not Dev, but a guy) got the bayonet off the kid and started shooting and stabbing him, and I could not move from my spot in the grass RIGHT IN FRONT OF ALL THIS, the kid was slowed, but not dead, and then his old mom came running out screaming at him, because he shouldn't be terrorizing people, he should be helping with dinner or something.
What else? My mom on stilts coming in the dressing room to view the damage (earlier). Playing Egyptian Rat Fuck with the pastor/father from Simon Birch, some other person, and a girl with short white hair who didn't like me. We'd slap the doubles and both think we'd each done it first.
Except when I was getting saved by Dev Patel, I felt miserably lonely and angry. Stupid sister. Stupid current. Stupid card game. Stupid Rachel for not being prepared for her sister's wedding. Those were the frustrations.
Devrah and I running back to the place, she ditched me when we met "Ron", a photographer.
Swimming by myself, pulled by a current, brother not here to save me like that time when I was little, yelling for help, it only comes out as a whisper, trying to move with the current, and get back to the calm section because for some reason there is no land. Dev Patel helps me onto a rock.
Earlier, my sister tried to set me up with Dev Patel in front of the entire wedding party. I had giant headphones on for some reason and everyone kept going "Oh Amy, she can't even hear you! *giggle*" and I pretended that was true until she said, "She'll be sixteen very soon!" and I cried, "I turned twenty yesterday!!" Dev Patel was hidden, so I didn't see that it was him, just thought it was a random wedding guest.
But later (not the rock scenario) we were running from something, and on the train I asked, "Wait, were you sitting...wait, did my sister try to make us go on a date?" and he shrugged and smiled and I hated that I was still in the slutty, crinkly nightie with no underwear.
Sometime later there was a mean teenage boy shooting people, room by room in the hotel the train suddenly turned into. Dev and I climbed out a window and booked it, but the kid was there, and he started chasing us, and I could run very VERY fast, but his screaming voice was always right behind my ear! Why didn't he just shoot me, why didn't he just reach out and stab me with the bayonet? (yes, it was a fucking bayonet). Then it was dark, and Dev and the kid and I were in someone's yard---clever, Dev! He led us all to the boys house! Someone (not me, not Dev, but a guy) got the bayonet off the kid and started shooting and stabbing him, and I could not move from my spot in the grass RIGHT IN FRONT OF ALL THIS, the kid was slowed, but not dead, and then his old mom came running out screaming at him, because he shouldn't be terrorizing people, he should be helping with dinner or something.
What else? My mom on stilts coming in the dressing room to view the damage (earlier). Playing Egyptian Rat Fuck with the pastor/father from Simon Birch, some other person, and a girl with short white hair who didn't like me. We'd slap the doubles and both think we'd each done it first.
Except when I was getting saved by Dev Patel, I felt miserably lonely and angry. Stupid sister. Stupid current. Stupid card game. Stupid Rachel for not being prepared for her sister's wedding. Those were the frustrations.