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So I just had this really weird dream. Here goes what I can remember.
It was around this time and I was in this weird hotel, it was really old. Don't realsly know why I was there but I was there with kids my age. It was Me, David, another guy named Chris and five girls with one of them being David's girlfriend. So everything is going along fine when David decides to go have sex with his girlfriend instead of hanging out with us so I get a little P.O.ed and needless to say I confront the girls and walk in on them playing cards and I get kicked out and go down the room to David's room and hang out with them until someone knocks on the door and David disapapears and I grab all my shit and run out into the hall, I hear voices echoing up from further down the starcase so I bust through the staircase down and just wail down the stairs, leaping whole sections and using the railing to turn like a frickin' monkey on crack. I catch up to the girls, actually jumping clear over their heads with my monkey abilities and I grab up David, we run out and go to this little bar in the hotel restaurant thingy. It's called Johnny Rockets and used to be the biggest thing back in the 40's and we sit down. Two girls behind the counter and one asks me if I'd like anything and I've already got a diet DR.Pepper in my hands and she's persistant asking me twice more and something just clicks.... I say, "Yea, darlin' give me a 'Pepper" but the voice isn't mine, I suppose I drink the soda because there's a time lapse and it's gone and I get the bill, 20 bucks, and the voice that's not mine saysa that's a little high for a soda pop and the second girl notices the first one is trying to rip me off so she gives it to me on the house. As we walk away I spot a milk pitcher for people's coffee and lift it to my lips and drink some... and another voice rises "I haven't been out long enough to have milk in my belly for centuries" and as I walk away toward the exit with david, I start to laugh.... but it's the weird raspy, throat cutting laugh..... made by many voices than mine alone!
I'll write more later.
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I think this dream is very easy for me to interpret. Basically the 5 girls are the representation of 5 girls i've been romantically involved with. David/Anthony(a friend from middle school), although it was david's physical body that was present they both were present to make the personality, his role was to show my fear of women stealing away my male friends(which happened alot until i stopped making friends when i moved to the woodlands) or just losing friends in general both male and female to other causes as well. Johnny rockets stems from me knowing i wasn't meant for this decade in that i have the mind set of a late 40's person, attributing to my failure to make friends and keep them due to my outdated ideals. The voices are basically my personalities that form to make me, or maybe i think i am the demon legion, said to possess a thousand of the most evil souls from hell shoved into one body... Which is possible due to the fact that i believe myself(both physical and mental bodies) unfit to be here because i'm a monster without purpose. And me course if you've read this far this might just be a dream due to 10 seconds of brain activety with my mind filling in the gaps, and due to my over analytical nature i've blown this way out of the water.
It was around this time and I was in this weird hotel, it was really old. Don't realsly know why I was there but I was there with kids my age. It was Me, David, another guy named Chris and five girls with one of them being David's girlfriend. So everything is going along fine when David decides to go have sex with his girlfriend instead of hanging out with us so I get a little P.O.ed and needless to say I confront the girls and walk in on them playing cards and I get kicked out and go down the room to David's room and hang out with them until someone knocks on the door and David disapapears and I grab all my shit and run out into the hall, I hear voices echoing up from further down the starcase so I bust through the staircase down and just wail down the stairs, leaping whole sections and using the railing to turn like a frickin' monkey on crack. I catch up to the girls, actually jumping clear over their heads with my monkey abilities and I grab up David, we run out and go to this little bar in the hotel restaurant thingy. It's called Johnny Rockets and used to be the biggest thing back in the 40's and we sit down. Two girls behind the counter and one asks me if I'd like anything and I've already got a diet DR.Pepper in my hands and she's persistant asking me twice more and something just clicks.... I say, "Yea, darlin' give me a 'Pepper" but the voice isn't mine, I suppose I drink the soda because there's a time lapse and it's gone and I get the bill, 20 bucks, and the voice that's not mine saysa that's a little high for a soda pop and the second girl notices the first one is trying to rip me off so she gives it to me on the house. As we walk away I spot a milk pitcher for people's coffee and lift it to my lips and drink some... and another voice rises "I haven't been out long enough to have milk in my belly for centuries" and as I walk away toward the exit with david, I start to laugh.... but it's the weird raspy, throat cutting laugh..... made by many voices than mine alone!
I'll write more later.
/Edit/
I think this dream is very easy for me to interpret. Basically the 5 girls are the representation of 5 girls i've been romantically involved with. David/Anthony(a friend from middle school), although it was david's physical body that was present they both were present to make the personality, his role was to show my fear of women stealing away my male friends(which happened alot until i stopped making friends when i moved to the woodlands) or just losing friends in general both male and female to other causes as well. Johnny rockets stems from me knowing i wasn't meant for this decade in that i have the mind set of a late 40's person, attributing to my failure to make friends and keep them due to my outdated ideals. The voices are basically my personalities that form to make me, or maybe i think i am the demon legion, said to possess a thousand of the most evil souls from hell shoved into one body... Which is possible due to the fact that i believe myself(both physical and mental bodies) unfit to be here because i'm a monster without purpose. And me course if you've read this far this might just be a dream due to 10 seconds of brain activety with my mind filling in the gaps, and due to my over analytical nature i've blown this way out of the water.