Alcohol
...I swear, these dreams had NOTHING to do with alcohol or drugs or anything...
Last night I had two dreams. The first one was a really scary nightmare. I didn't want to go to bed after I woke myself up, but I want to remember them, so I'm putting them here.
I was seriously thinking about writing this one down and sending it to someone in Hollywood.
It was about this family, a white family, who live in this old-fashioned plantation house. It's a long time since the land was used as a plantation, and now it's just a small forest. But the family is wealthy, like the one that lived on the plantation before, and they had a black man who would do their gardening and stuff, and they had a little boy about second or third grade age (and I assume a little girl for a detail later). Well, there was also a small haunting there, too. There was a less than ethical thing going on in the plantation years, and this little black boy was horribly killed, and now he (and a nice army of other little black children) haunted the grounds. The little black boy was the lead ghost, the others are mere shadows.
The little black boy has the most detail I can remember. One eyes was missing, his face was slightly deformed (looks like it was due to beatings), lacerations all over, clothes torn to shreds, covered in dirt, blood all over, dripping from his missing eye and all his cuts... Not very pretty. He looked really depressed, too, yet very...determined/disappointed/angry/whatever. The rest of the shades just had a cloud of sadness about them, with a small tinge of determination and anger about them too.
Something bad had happened.
Well, the little black boy did most of the haunting. The family's son was the only one who could see them. His parents didn't believe him, but the gardener did. The little black boy was always telling the family's son to help him get his revenge on whoever killed him and the other children. He kept saying, "Help me. Find my body. Prove I existed. Help me get revenge." Things like that. The son would try to ignore him (and the other ghosts), but it's hard when there are so many.
Eventally, the little black boy possesses a doll (hence the assumption there's a little girl somewhere). He screams at the boy to help him (my dream did a nice little close-up on the doll's face at that time), and the biy gets scared so much he goes to the gardener and tells him about it, so the gardener tells him that there was indeed some sketchy things that happened way back when, and some folk tale about it all, and they start digging in the forest and come up with a ton of skeletal remains of all these little children, and the ghots boy leads them to all these other grave sites, some of them actually under the floorboards in the house. I woke myself up as the gardener was following the wailing ghost boy into the dining room and ripping up all the floorboards to reveal more bodies.
I did not want to go back to sleep. But about an hour later I did, and I had a much better dream.
I don't remember how this one started, but it involved princesses, flying (I swear, I looked like Colette from Tales of Symphonia--I had her wings), saving the world, awkward situations, and love. Hey, I'm a girl, and though I myself am not very romantic, I do have my romantic fantasies.
I remember walking out of school with my in-dream boyfriend (his name was John Day) and two other friends. I don't remember much about the other friends, but John was really cool. He had straight, ear-length black hair, the front of which was a teal green (I dunno why, but hey, it was cool), and dark eyes. I think he was wearing a long-sleeve black shirt and some jeans (I think they were black, too). I guess he was sort of emo, but I really didn't see him that way. He was quiet, but always smiled and seemed generally up-beat.
Anyway, I don't really remember why, I think I got some sort of call to save the world or something, but I gave John a kiss and flew off somewhere. Just sprouted wings like Colette and--SHOOM!--off I went. I remember flying over all these rooftops, zooming around chimneys, diving down into streets and stuff just to zoom back up the side of a building... It was awesome.
I think I was gone for a couple days or something, because next thing I know, I have a feeling more than a couple hours have gone by, and I'm flying back over more rooftops and stuff, rushing to meet up with John and our friends again. I felt bad that I had been away so long, but once I saw John and them from my aerial view (they were on a rooftop), and John saw me, I was happier than I could possibly be, and he was too, because he held his arms out to me and I just floated down into them. We sat up on that rooftop, among the chimneys, for a while, just talking. Then I got another call or something, and I had to go. But this time, John sprouted some wings like me, only his were, like, green and black, compared to my pink and purple... Anyway, we both flew off, over rooftops and down buildings...
And I ended up at this large mansion. John wasn't with me, and I was suddenly dressed as a page boy (blue and white, blue stockings, and a blue ribbon tying my hair back), my wings were gone, and I was meeting this princess (think Marie Antoinette, but more Kirsten Dunst's style). There was to be a party for someone, and he was to attend. She was wearing gold and pearl, with some blue ribbons here and there. My job was to tend to her every need and follow her around. So I did.
The party was at one of her other mansions, I think it was the one she lived in as a child, which is now a summer home. I followed her around, keeping as quiet as possible, though it seemed kind of hard because now my clothes kept changing from page boy to 80's party girl (bright pink leggings, bright blue shirt, pale pink, clingy skirt thing, blue ribbon still in my not-so-poofy hair). Well, eventually my princess and I ended up by her old room, and she wanted to go inside, away from all the people. So we did. I went to sit in the corner on a pile of boxes, semi-hidden from view by a dresser, and my princess flopped on her bed. The lights weren't turned on. We sat there for a few minutes, in almost silence, a few casual words said, and then someone opened the door and came in.
It was her old butler from when she was younger. The guy looked like Alfred from the 90's Batman cartoon. My princess and I were as quiet s could be. We didn't even breathe for fear of making a noise. Mr. Butler went over to the closet and picked up an old stuffed animal and commented on how he remembered the princess loving that doll. My princess giggled, a sort of mature giggle, the butler smiles a rather sketchy smile, comes over to where I am, grabs something from one of the dresser drawers, comments to the princess how I look like the queen, and next thing I know, my princess is only in her petticoat, and she and the butler are having sex. I'm still sitting there, in the corner, minding my own business (or trying to). Then, to my relief, the door gets thrown open again, and a group of four or five men come in, and my princess is busted.
She gets scolded, takes it as any spoiled young woman would, yells something about how she should be able to do whatever she wants, and storms out of the party, still in only her petticoat. Though when we get outside, we're both dressed in 80's gear, me in my blue and pink, and my princess in white. We go zooming through whatever city we're in, I don't know if we're flying or driving (I didn't see the inside of any car, but I remember the feeling of driving), I tell her not to go so fast, because we could hurt someone, when suddenly we see a car accident. We screech to a halt, hop out of the air-car and we talk about how the world is such a sad place, and instead of helping the people in the car crash (an ambulance had arrived anyway), my princess leads me in some sort of sparkly musical sequence, where me make the world happier and prettier...
Then eventually, I find myself, with my princess, flying over more rooftops, this time at night, to where John (remember him?) is waiting for me, once again with his arms open, but this time, after I float down into them (princess gone, replaced with those other friends), we start fighting some sort of rooftop monster, him in some sort of cool, gray outfit, wings out, and me in my white, with my wings out.
And then I woke up again.
And once again, I swear I wasn't on anything when I had these dreams. But I would LOVE to have that second one again, just so I could see John again. <3
Last night I had two dreams. The first one was a really scary nightmare. I didn't want to go to bed after I woke myself up, but I want to remember them, so I'm putting them here.
I was seriously thinking about writing this one down and sending it to someone in Hollywood.
It was about this family, a white family, who live in this old-fashioned plantation house. It's a long time since the land was used as a plantation, and now it's just a small forest. But the family is wealthy, like the one that lived on the plantation before, and they had a black man who would do their gardening and stuff, and they had a little boy about second or third grade age (and I assume a little girl for a detail later). Well, there was also a small haunting there, too. There was a less than ethical thing going on in the plantation years, and this little black boy was horribly killed, and now he (and a nice army of other little black children) haunted the grounds. The little black boy was the lead ghost, the others are mere shadows.
The little black boy has the most detail I can remember. One eyes was missing, his face was slightly deformed (looks like it was due to beatings), lacerations all over, clothes torn to shreds, covered in dirt, blood all over, dripping from his missing eye and all his cuts... Not very pretty. He looked really depressed, too, yet very...determined/disappointed/angry/whatever. The rest of the shades just had a cloud of sadness about them, with a small tinge of determination and anger about them too.
Something bad had happened.
Well, the little black boy did most of the haunting. The family's son was the only one who could see them. His parents didn't believe him, but the gardener did. The little black boy was always telling the family's son to help him get his revenge on whoever killed him and the other children. He kept saying, "Help me. Find my body. Prove I existed. Help me get revenge." Things like that. The son would try to ignore him (and the other ghosts), but it's hard when there are so many.
Eventally, the little black boy possesses a doll (hence the assumption there's a little girl somewhere). He screams at the boy to help him (my dream did a nice little close-up on the doll's face at that time), and the biy gets scared so much he goes to the gardener and tells him about it, so the gardener tells him that there was indeed some sketchy things that happened way back when, and some folk tale about it all, and they start digging in the forest and come up with a ton of skeletal remains of all these little children, and the ghots boy leads them to all these other grave sites, some of them actually under the floorboards in the house. I woke myself up as the gardener was following the wailing ghost boy into the dining room and ripping up all the floorboards to reveal more bodies.
I did not want to go back to sleep. But about an hour later I did, and I had a much better dream.
I don't remember how this one started, but it involved princesses, flying (I swear, I looked like Colette from Tales of Symphonia--I had her wings), saving the world, awkward situations, and love. Hey, I'm a girl, and though I myself am not very romantic, I do have my romantic fantasies.
I remember walking out of school with my in-dream boyfriend (his name was John Day) and two other friends. I don't remember much about the other friends, but John was really cool. He had straight, ear-length black hair, the front of which was a teal green (I dunno why, but hey, it was cool), and dark eyes. I think he was wearing a long-sleeve black shirt and some jeans (I think they were black, too). I guess he was sort of emo, but I really didn't see him that way. He was quiet, but always smiled and seemed generally up-beat.
Anyway, I don't really remember why, I think I got some sort of call to save the world or something, but I gave John a kiss and flew off somewhere. Just sprouted wings like Colette and--SHOOM!--off I went. I remember flying over all these rooftops, zooming around chimneys, diving down into streets and stuff just to zoom back up the side of a building... It was awesome.
I think I was gone for a couple days or something, because next thing I know, I have a feeling more than a couple hours have gone by, and I'm flying back over more rooftops and stuff, rushing to meet up with John and our friends again. I felt bad that I had been away so long, but once I saw John and them from my aerial view (they were on a rooftop), and John saw me, I was happier than I could possibly be, and he was too, because he held his arms out to me and I just floated down into them. We sat up on that rooftop, among the chimneys, for a while, just talking. Then I got another call or something, and I had to go. But this time, John sprouted some wings like me, only his were, like, green and black, compared to my pink and purple... Anyway, we both flew off, over rooftops and down buildings...
And I ended up at this large mansion. John wasn't with me, and I was suddenly dressed as a page boy (blue and white, blue stockings, and a blue ribbon tying my hair back), my wings were gone, and I was meeting this princess (think Marie Antoinette, but more Kirsten Dunst's style). There was to be a party for someone, and he was to attend. She was wearing gold and pearl, with some blue ribbons here and there. My job was to tend to her every need and follow her around. So I did.
The party was at one of her other mansions, I think it was the one she lived in as a child, which is now a summer home. I followed her around, keeping as quiet as possible, though it seemed kind of hard because now my clothes kept changing from page boy to 80's party girl (bright pink leggings, bright blue shirt, pale pink, clingy skirt thing, blue ribbon still in my not-so-poofy hair). Well, eventually my princess and I ended up by her old room, and she wanted to go inside, away from all the people. So we did. I went to sit in the corner on a pile of boxes, semi-hidden from view by a dresser, and my princess flopped on her bed. The lights weren't turned on. We sat there for a few minutes, in almost silence, a few casual words said, and then someone opened the door and came in.
It was her old butler from when she was younger. The guy looked like Alfred from the 90's Batman cartoon. My princess and I were as quiet s could be. We didn't even breathe for fear of making a noise. Mr. Butler went over to the closet and picked up an old stuffed animal and commented on how he remembered the princess loving that doll. My princess giggled, a sort of mature giggle, the butler smiles a rather sketchy smile, comes over to where I am, grabs something from one of the dresser drawers, comments to the princess how I look like the queen, and next thing I know, my princess is only in her petticoat, and she and the butler are having sex. I'm still sitting there, in the corner, minding my own business (or trying to). Then, to my relief, the door gets thrown open again, and a group of four or five men come in, and my princess is busted.
She gets scolded, takes it as any spoiled young woman would, yells something about how she should be able to do whatever she wants, and storms out of the party, still in only her petticoat. Though when we get outside, we're both dressed in 80's gear, me in my blue and pink, and my princess in white. We go zooming through whatever city we're in, I don't know if we're flying or driving (I didn't see the inside of any car, but I remember the feeling of driving), I tell her not to go so fast, because we could hurt someone, when suddenly we see a car accident. We screech to a halt, hop out of the air-car and we talk about how the world is such a sad place, and instead of helping the people in the car crash (an ambulance had arrived anyway), my princess leads me in some sort of sparkly musical sequence, where me make the world happier and prettier...
Then eventually, I find myself, with my princess, flying over more rooftops, this time at night, to where John (remember him?) is waiting for me, once again with his arms open, but this time, after I float down into them (princess gone, replaced with those other friends), we start fighting some sort of rooftop monster, him in some sort of cool, gray outfit, wings out, and me in my white, with my wings out.
And then I woke up again.
And once again, I swear I wasn't on anything when I had these dreams. But I would LOVE to have that second one again, just so I could see John again. <3