Whoa, livejournal.
Whoa Livejournal is right.
It's been a long time and I miss you.
I'm writing in this only because I don't have a dream journal and i just had the scariest nap-dream ever, that I feel must be shared with the world?
It began with me living in an awesome new house, and on the first day of this awesome new house day I heard rumours about some dudes going around to people's houses and beating them with bats. Scary. As I walk out of my house post-movage, I of course see said dudes approach my neighbour's house and begin to beat them as I run away like the wuss I am, completely seen by them. Needless to say, I am frightened.
Later on, I'm walking around the area with the guy I'm sharing the house with, a guy I haven't seen in a bit so it's odd that I would be living with him, and this pimped out car races towards us and stops in front of us. The guy runs away while I stand there because apparently we're both well aware that this car of thugs is for me. Of course I yell his name in the hopes that they know him and can find him later. Yes, I was actually thinking this in my dream. So some lady walks out and summons me while her thugs go to some house to beat up its occupants. Basically, she tells me that the thugs are hers and she likes going around asking people for stuff and killing them if they don't do it in time. I then began to psychoanalyze her (in my dream no less, psychology is so useful!) with this psychoanalysis: she's an eccentric rich person so used to having people do stuff for her that she became accustomed to it but was mean and malicious, soon after finding herself without anyone who could stand being around her to do her bidding she hired thugs and began going around the neighbourhood asking people to do terrible things or she would hurt/kill them. Yeah. She was ca-razy! Anyways, she agreed with my psychoanalysis and was all friendly with me and we chilled as some poor innocent person got killed but as she went to leave she goes "Hurt yourself" and I'm all "What?" and she repeats "You have to seriously injure yourself by tomorrow night or I'll kill you."
It gets a bit muddled here as I was in and out of nap, but I think she came over to chill with me and 2 of my roomies, 2 girls I have never ever met before. And I basically wondered how she could want to hang around me when she knows very well that by tomorrow night I will be injured or dead because of her. Apparently she was willing to see past that for an awesome new friend for a day. Then the next morning I call all my friends (everyone made an appearance in this dream, even some girls from school!) to try and figure this shit out and Dan's making Mac-N-Cheese on the stovetop and we come up with the easiest painful thing I can do, burn my hand on the stovetop. We're such geniuses. So we call her up and tell her that I'm going to burn myself on the stove and I guess she agreed, but I still didn't want to do it. I tried to convince Dan to hold my hand down but he's too good of a friend and refused. We were stuck because I couldn't hold my own hand down on the stove and Dan wouldn't, so we were out of ideas. It seems everyone else was useless.
Some side story within my dream: it turns out that the guy who I lived with who ran away had a brother who used to be this woman's thug but now works in the falafel place that exists on our balcony (....what??....although this is starting to sound like my dream house) so I tried to go to him for advice about this woman but the falafel place was way busy so I couldn't. And this jackass guy just stayed in his room the whole time, what a wuss!
Back to main dream: so as the woman and her thugs, who have now agreed to throw me an awesome party with a moon bounce once I have successfully scorched myself, are on their way, we devise an amazing plan. We're going to pretend I burned myself but actually put a layer of plastecine (playdough for artists) on my hand to look like burn scars and try to trick them. Of course we get started as soon as they arrive so we're about to get caught. As a thug is coming up the stairs, Carolyn throws a random block of granite or something on him (my hero!!) and we try to run away but unfortunately we're still in the house so that doesn't work too well. By that time I was pretty ready to accept my fate because there was nowhere for me to go. Then i woke up.
I thought this was a dream journal worthy dream mostly because it mirrors some things going on in my life, to the point that it's really scary.
Plus the falafel place on my balcony was seriously a kickass dream-idea that I will try to work out once I move out.
love, nade