dream entry
i was just commenting to a friend the other day that i hadn't been remembering my dreams for a long while, and then these past two days i've had vivid dreams. this morning my dream/nightmare woke me up, which is the first time that's happened since... paris?
it was silly, very hollywood-esque. mount olympia was erupting, and there were all these big, unrealistic and burly army men(my dad's friends in the dream?) who flew down in a helicopter at the last second, before my family got enveloped by flames and lava, and rescued us. that whole scene was something off, like i was watching it, but it wasn't me. it wasn't me.
when we got dropped off by them again, they were making jokes about how we still had our framework, we had nowhere to go but up. chortle chortle. there was barely a frame left. in my dream, it looked like the house did when we first started building it, just plywood planks and a couple 2x4s. not even charcoaled, except for the staircase, which led up into nowhere. the army men had left, and it was just dad and i wandering through the ruins of framework. he was messing with something that looked like a blue ace bandage, and i started to exclaim, as one would when they have a lot more to be concerned about, how it's gonna be impossible to walk the dogs without the choke leash, and fade off when i realize that we have no no no idea whether our animals are alive or not. that's the thought that woke me up.
when i woke up, there was a 7am missed call from home, and i was about to flip my shit. all's good, my dad just accidentally pressed redial, but damn. talk about rude awakenings.
at least it's shaping to be a beautiful day...
it was silly, very hollywood-esque. mount olympia was erupting, and there were all these big, unrealistic and burly army men(my dad's friends in the dream?) who flew down in a helicopter at the last second, before my family got enveloped by flames and lava, and rescued us. that whole scene was something off, like i was watching it, but it wasn't me. it wasn't me.
when we got dropped off by them again, they were making jokes about how we still had our framework, we had nowhere to go but up. chortle chortle. there was barely a frame left. in my dream, it looked like the house did when we first started building it, just plywood planks and a couple 2x4s. not even charcoaled, except for the staircase, which led up into nowhere. the army men had left, and it was just dad and i wandering through the ruins of framework. he was messing with something that looked like a blue ace bandage, and i started to exclaim, as one would when they have a lot more to be concerned about, how it's gonna be impossible to walk the dogs without the choke leash, and fade off when i realize that we have no no no idea whether our animals are alive or not. that's the thought that woke me up.
when i woke up, there was a 7am missed call from home, and i was about to flip my shit. all's good, my dad just accidentally pressed redial, but damn. talk about rude awakenings.
at least it's shaping to be a beautiful day...