Dream Journal #45712
I walked out of the warehouse where the doctor had tried to kill me into blazing sun. Having lured me there to finish me off, I imagined his surprise at suddenly finding himself in another room than the one he had been in only seconds before and hoped he would not catch on to who and what I was. After all, I needed him alive and unaware that he was walking around in my sleeping mind for the plot of this dream. Really, how could I have a bank heist without having the doctor there to patch anyone up who got shot? If I did it myself it would ruin the fun as people always behave differently when you reveal that they are walking around in your dream and you, as the dreamer, are effectively god.
The heist wasn’t until tomorrow, but my friend Roze’s wedding was scheduled for the same day in an alternate dream that was going on simultaneously elsewhere, in someone else’s head, so to avoid confusion I moved through time into the year when I had just returned from college and was renting a room in my mother’s house, where I could get showered and dressed for the wedding now. I got undressed in my old bedroom, walked into the bathroom, and unfortunately, attracted attention. My mother stood outside the door of the bathroom talking at me. She objected to how I smelled of sweat, gunpowder and sunshine, but she also objected to me taking a shower because it would take too long, although she wasn’t going anywhere and wasn’t planning on using the bathroom herself. It would just take too long for her.
I tried to tell her that we could talk about whatever she wanted later, but she reminded me it was rude to interrupt and began to tell me about how upset she was with the bathroom window. It was a stained glass antique and she’d gotten it from an elderly neighbor’s house when they had died and their house was demolished, but really, it wasn’t very good quality and she was upset with that neighbor because of it.
As I sat there naked on the tile floor while she babbled at me I began to wonder if I should just split myself, leave a shell here for her to talk at while showering elsewhere. After all, my wedding outfit was several weeks out from the present time, so I could just make myself clean and be in that time instead. I then noticed that my mother had somehow squeezed her head through the crack between the door and the doorframe and she was now looking at me as I sat naked on the floor while she babbled about the problems she was having with things just not being right, how she didn’t know what things weren’t right, but she wasn’t satisfied with those unspecified things, and how rude it was for me to have locked myself into the bathroom when she was talking to me rather than smiling, nodding and making eye contact.
I’d had enough of being trapped by being polite. If she was going to shove her head through cracks human heads should not be shoved through, then I was done with her. I turned my mother into steam, flicked the switch to turn on the fan, and watched as she was sucked up through the vent, chopped up by the fan blades, and dissipated in the form of water vapor molecules in the air outside the house. Much better.
I had now missed the opportunity for the wedding as the alternate dream had slipped sideways from my own. In order to be there on time I would have to go backwards and enter where it was intersecting with the outside dream time. That was frustrating, and the bank heist I was here for would not be happening for some time either.
…and then I decided to wake up.
The heist wasn’t until tomorrow, but my friend Roze’s wedding was scheduled for the same day in an alternate dream that was going on simultaneously elsewhere, in someone else’s head, so to avoid confusion I moved through time into the year when I had just returned from college and was renting a room in my mother’s house, where I could get showered and dressed for the wedding now. I got undressed in my old bedroom, walked into the bathroom, and unfortunately, attracted attention. My mother stood outside the door of the bathroom talking at me. She objected to how I smelled of sweat, gunpowder and sunshine, but she also objected to me taking a shower because it would take too long, although she wasn’t going anywhere and wasn’t planning on using the bathroom herself. It would just take too long for her.
I tried to tell her that we could talk about whatever she wanted later, but she reminded me it was rude to interrupt and began to tell me about how upset she was with the bathroom window. It was a stained glass antique and she’d gotten it from an elderly neighbor’s house when they had died and their house was demolished, but really, it wasn’t very good quality and she was upset with that neighbor because of it.
As I sat there naked on the tile floor while she babbled at me I began to wonder if I should just split myself, leave a shell here for her to talk at while showering elsewhere. After all, my wedding outfit was several weeks out from the present time, so I could just make myself clean and be in that time instead. I then noticed that my mother had somehow squeezed her head through the crack between the door and the doorframe and she was now looking at me as I sat naked on the floor while she babbled about the problems she was having with things just not being right, how she didn’t know what things weren’t right, but she wasn’t satisfied with those unspecified things, and how rude it was for me to have locked myself into the bathroom when she was talking to me rather than smiling, nodding and making eye contact.
I’d had enough of being trapped by being polite. If she was going to shove her head through cracks human heads should not be shoved through, then I was done with her. I turned my mother into steam, flicked the switch to turn on the fan, and watched as she was sucked up through the vent, chopped up by the fan blades, and dissipated in the form of water vapor molecules in the air outside the house. Much better.
I had now missed the opportunity for the wedding as the alternate dream had slipped sideways from my own. In order to be there on time I would have to go backwards and enter where it was intersecting with the outside dream time. That was frustrating, and the bank heist I was here for would not be happening for some time either.
…and then I decided to wake up.