dreams...
I had a very strange dream last night. Some of the elements were: weddings, niel patrick harris, strange costumes, white face paint, people being loud, live action "video" game, death, mustard flavored mayonnaise.
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Ok, so I was at a beach in the middle of the ocean, and there was this sort of conical rock formation with a crack in it, and I went to look inside and there were hundreds of shoes inside. Shoes of the people who had died in there because they drowned, because during a certain current time the rock formation became some type of inescapable whirlpool thing. And there I am, looking at dead people's shoes, like at the Holocaust Museum. Morbid.
So then I walk over to look at this small airplane that's on the other side of the beach, but then the mother and daughter who owned it took it and flew off, and I watched them go into the air.
When I looked back down, I was no longer at the beach, I was in a large grassy field that bordered a large outdoor shopping mall of some sort, and there was a large crowd of people buying tickets for something off scalpers. I was standing next to my good personal friend Niel Patrick Harris (my friend in the dream .. obviously .. not in real life), and he was buying a ticket as well. He got the last 2 and we got into the event, whatever it may be.
So we went in, but got separated, and he ended up sitting with some other friends of ours (people from tv shows ... I'm fairly sure one of them was the asian guy from Harold & Kumar go to White Castle). I ended up in the very last row sitting near my mom. She was wearing this horrible neon pink blouse with live flowers all over it.
Anyway, my mom ended up being there because the event was my cousin Evan's wedding (which I didn't actually attend in real life). It was really weird, and there was a lot of singing, and there were like 50 bride's attendants and they were all wearing strange formal wear. None of it matched, and it was all quite garish. My cousin's wife-to-be was wearing white face paint. People in the audience were being really rude and talking loudly throughout the ceremony. I think I got fed up and went outside, where it turned out the children were 'playing'.
I ran into this little boy (probably 7-8 years old) who was crying, sitting in a puddle, and wearing only a disposable diaper and a pair of socks. He was crying because some of the other kids had stolen his clothes, and he was wearing a diaper (this doesn't make any sense) because he was afraid of snakes, and there were some nearby. I'm not sure what I said to him but we got him sorted out with some pants (no diaper .. I guess he didn't need it) and a t-shirt.
Then the two of us met up with another child, a girl wearing a little fluttery dress, who was probably around 5 years old, and we decided to walk up to wear the kids were supposed to be playing.
The kids area was up a really steep hill, and you basically had to climb along these tree branches that were lying there as a "path" vertically up the hill. We got to the top and we were in a forest with these sort-of small huts up on stilts scattered about. We walked up to one, because it was apparently important that you be up in one for the "game" ... but as we came to it a body wrapped in linen was pushed out down the thin ramp that led up to the entrance.
There was some dialog, I don't really remember what about ... but then children were being pushed out of the huts ... hundreds of children all at once. There was a quite frantic urgency about it ... but there were kids getting trampled and killed ... and the little girl I had with me was one of them.
It was very sad ... because at this point I felt very responsible for these 2 kids. The girl was dead, and I grabbed the boy and we went under this sort of lean-to thing ... way back in the darkness, and we waited for whatever was happening to end ... but it just got worse. This figure, dressed in leaves and carrying a large sharp weapon was coming around and it seemed to be able to draw children to it ... and to keep adults away. It was frenzied and whipping about spinning in circles and lashing out with it's weapon at any child nearby. The boy got dragged away from me and he was killed as well.
I dashed out of my hiding spot toward where other people were running. I snatched this handled round thing away from someone who was hitting people with it .. and then other people started following me as I ran. Apparently if you had one of these things you were one of the "leaders" in the "game". There were monitors set up on posts all over showing the faces of the closest leaders.
I'm not really certain what happened after that but the frenzy and panic ended somehow ... and then I was at some sort of lunch area making a sandwich with mustard flavored mayonnaise and berating the food stand operators (who were adults) for just sitting around letting children get killed.
... It seems that this "game" was some sort of live action "video" game, and we were all the players ... and the food stand people weren't players so they couldn't do anything. I was the only adult player ... I have no idea how. It was all very wild and cruel and violent .. and sort of like some twisted Lord of the Flies thing, where some of the children went wild and crazed and became the game 'villains' and were supplied with these weapons or whatever and started killing other children. I guess the adults were all meant to be enthralled somehow by the strange wedding ceremony, and unable to come out and join the children.
I don't know. It was all quite terrible. There was blood everywhere.
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That was a real dream I had just before I woke up today. I have no idea why I remember it with such clarity but it will probably fade now.
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Ok, so I was at a beach in the middle of the ocean, and there was this sort of conical rock formation with a crack in it, and I went to look inside and there were hundreds of shoes inside. Shoes of the people who had died in there because they drowned, because during a certain current time the rock formation became some type of inescapable whirlpool thing. And there I am, looking at dead people's shoes, like at the Holocaust Museum. Morbid.
So then I walk over to look at this small airplane that's on the other side of the beach, but then the mother and daughter who owned it took it and flew off, and I watched them go into the air.
When I looked back down, I was no longer at the beach, I was in a large grassy field that bordered a large outdoor shopping mall of some sort, and there was a large crowd of people buying tickets for something off scalpers. I was standing next to my good personal friend Niel Patrick Harris (my friend in the dream .. obviously .. not in real life), and he was buying a ticket as well. He got the last 2 and we got into the event, whatever it may be.
So we went in, but got separated, and he ended up sitting with some other friends of ours (people from tv shows ... I'm fairly sure one of them was the asian guy from Harold & Kumar go to White Castle). I ended up in the very last row sitting near my mom. She was wearing this horrible neon pink blouse with live flowers all over it.
Anyway, my mom ended up being there because the event was my cousin Evan's wedding (which I didn't actually attend in real life). It was really weird, and there was a lot of singing, and there were like 50 bride's attendants and they were all wearing strange formal wear. None of it matched, and it was all quite garish. My cousin's wife-to-be was wearing white face paint. People in the audience were being really rude and talking loudly throughout the ceremony. I think I got fed up and went outside, where it turned out the children were 'playing'.
I ran into this little boy (probably 7-8 years old) who was crying, sitting in a puddle, and wearing only a disposable diaper and a pair of socks. He was crying because some of the other kids had stolen his clothes, and he was wearing a diaper (this doesn't make any sense) because he was afraid of snakes, and there were some nearby. I'm not sure what I said to him but we got him sorted out with some pants (no diaper .. I guess he didn't need it) and a t-shirt.
Then the two of us met up with another child, a girl wearing a little fluttery dress, who was probably around 5 years old, and we decided to walk up to wear the kids were supposed to be playing.
The kids area was up a really steep hill, and you basically had to climb along these tree branches that were lying there as a "path" vertically up the hill. We got to the top and we were in a forest with these sort-of small huts up on stilts scattered about. We walked up to one, because it was apparently important that you be up in one for the "game" ... but as we came to it a body wrapped in linen was pushed out down the thin ramp that led up to the entrance.
There was some dialog, I don't really remember what about ... but then children were being pushed out of the huts ... hundreds of children all at once. There was a quite frantic urgency about it ... but there were kids getting trampled and killed ... and the little girl I had with me was one of them.
It was very sad ... because at this point I felt very responsible for these 2 kids. The girl was dead, and I grabbed the boy and we went under this sort of lean-to thing ... way back in the darkness, and we waited for whatever was happening to end ... but it just got worse. This figure, dressed in leaves and carrying a large sharp weapon was coming around and it seemed to be able to draw children to it ... and to keep adults away. It was frenzied and whipping about spinning in circles and lashing out with it's weapon at any child nearby. The boy got dragged away from me and he was killed as well.
I dashed out of my hiding spot toward where other people were running. I snatched this handled round thing away from someone who was hitting people with it .. and then other people started following me as I ran. Apparently if you had one of these things you were one of the "leaders" in the "game". There were monitors set up on posts all over showing the faces of the closest leaders.
I'm not really certain what happened after that but the frenzy and panic ended somehow ... and then I was at some sort of lunch area making a sandwich with mustard flavored mayonnaise and berating the food stand operators (who were adults) for just sitting around letting children get killed.
... It seems that this "game" was some sort of live action "video" game, and we were all the players ... and the food stand people weren't players so they couldn't do anything. I was the only adult player ... I have no idea how. It was all very wild and cruel and violent .. and sort of like some twisted Lord of the Flies thing, where some of the children went wild and crazed and became the game 'villains' and were supplied with these weapons or whatever and started killing other children. I guess the adults were all meant to be enthralled somehow by the strange wedding ceremony, and unable to come out and join the children.
I don't know. It was all quite terrible. There was blood everywhere.
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That was a real dream I had just before I woke up today. I have no idea why I remember it with such clarity but it will probably fade now.