oh hey LJ, i bring you a strange dream
i've been pretty crap at updating. i've been reading my friendslist, just not been very posty.
anyway, i had the most bizarre dream last night and i feel the need to share in non-Twitter format.
i don't remember how it started off, but there was some huge party in a mansion in the middle of a city. misha and marcus and lisa and carl and i were all there, and probably a bunch of other people (most especially coworkers). carl and i started wrestling and had a weird conversation, and i left because misha was supposed to be finding our (in real life nonexistent) car.
when i went out, it was still daylight and we had to walk around to find the car, and i was wearing these really billowy black pants. misha and i realized that some dude was following me. i mean, technically both of us, but he was clearly trying to grab me.
we started walking faster and faster and eventually my pants got caught on a nail on a lamp post, and the dude following us had this really evil maniac grin and lunged forward. misha started running while holding me by my shoulders, and my pants eventually broke free. he ran so fast i was flying, and we made it into the car and he drove home really fast. when we got home i said i was happy my pants hadn't been destroyed, but then i saw a huge hole near the waistband.
in the next part, which is where this gets really fucking bizarre, i was at work and was pushing overstock in the stockroom (basically, scanning stuff and bringing it to the sales floor). i kept finding the little handheld computer guns we use to scan, but i also kept finding severed heads. apparently, in this dreamworld, finding a severed head or two was a regular occurrence, but i was surprised at how many there were and how many of them were female.
i was lining them up between shelving units. i knew it had to do with the party the day before and said something to izzy, who was really nonchalant and said something about taking care of it later. i went to the back shelving units and found a guy's head with really long hair attached to a gasoline can with a note around it which i thought was written by a coworker and was really anti-capitalist. i brought that to izzy and said "well, i think we have a motive." clearly, i have been watching too much CSI/Law and Order.
i brought the entire head to the other assistant manager, ray. he's super pompous and kind of dumb (especially with how often he talks about his master's degrees and his upcoming PhD), and also really goofy and generally clueless. he had some kind of DNA analyzing device around his neck, and took a hair from the head and put it in the machine, all the while telling me how we had pizza in the breakroom and generally shooting the shit. the entire scalp came off in my hands when he gave it back to me, and i asked if i could throw it out in the garbage can in the back office. he hemmed and hawed, saying how he didn't want to deal with it because there was no delivery to fill up the garbage can.
i got really mad about it, but decided that we should save the head for evidence anyway. i asked ray if he was doing anything about figuring out who the guy was, and he said "yeah, yeah, i got this."
then i got really scared/tired/annoyed and said i was taking my break immediately, especially after being the one to deal with this sudden influx of severed heads. he said yes and i went into the breakroom, and when the door closed behind me i woke up.
I AM SO FUCKING CONFUSED. i had this dream like 5 or 6 hours ago and it's still bothering me. in the dream, the first part was really upsetting, but when i woke up i realized how fucked up the latter part was.
i don't know, man.
anyway, i had the most bizarre dream last night and i feel the need to share in non-Twitter format.
i don't remember how it started off, but there was some huge party in a mansion in the middle of a city. misha and marcus and lisa and carl and i were all there, and probably a bunch of other people (most especially coworkers). carl and i started wrestling and had a weird conversation, and i left because misha was supposed to be finding our (in real life nonexistent) car.
when i went out, it was still daylight and we had to walk around to find the car, and i was wearing these really billowy black pants. misha and i realized that some dude was following me. i mean, technically both of us, but he was clearly trying to grab me.
we started walking faster and faster and eventually my pants got caught on a nail on a lamp post, and the dude following us had this really evil maniac grin and lunged forward. misha started running while holding me by my shoulders, and my pants eventually broke free. he ran so fast i was flying, and we made it into the car and he drove home really fast. when we got home i said i was happy my pants hadn't been destroyed, but then i saw a huge hole near the waistband.
in the next part, which is where this gets really fucking bizarre, i was at work and was pushing overstock in the stockroom (basically, scanning stuff and bringing it to the sales floor). i kept finding the little handheld computer guns we use to scan, but i also kept finding severed heads. apparently, in this dreamworld, finding a severed head or two was a regular occurrence, but i was surprised at how many there were and how many of them were female.
i was lining them up between shelving units. i knew it had to do with the party the day before and said something to izzy, who was really nonchalant and said something about taking care of it later. i went to the back shelving units and found a guy's head with really long hair attached to a gasoline can with a note around it which i thought was written by a coworker and was really anti-capitalist. i brought that to izzy and said "well, i think we have a motive." clearly, i have been watching too much CSI/Law and Order.
i brought the entire head to the other assistant manager, ray. he's super pompous and kind of dumb (especially with how often he talks about his master's degrees and his upcoming PhD), and also really goofy and generally clueless. he had some kind of DNA analyzing device around his neck, and took a hair from the head and put it in the machine, all the while telling me how we had pizza in the breakroom and generally shooting the shit. the entire scalp came off in my hands when he gave it back to me, and i asked if i could throw it out in the garbage can in the back office. he hemmed and hawed, saying how he didn't want to deal with it because there was no delivery to fill up the garbage can.
i got really mad about it, but decided that we should save the head for evidence anyway. i asked ray if he was doing anything about figuring out who the guy was, and he said "yeah, yeah, i got this."
then i got really scared/tired/annoyed and said i was taking my break immediately, especially after being the one to deal with this sudden influx of severed heads. he said yes and i went into the breakroom, and when the door closed behind me i woke up.
I AM SO FUCKING CONFUSED. i had this dream like 5 or 6 hours ago and it's still bothering me. in the dream, the first part was really upsetting, but when i woke up i realized how fucked up the latter part was.
i don't know, man.