More Dreams.
I had this dream, or maybe I'd call it many dreams, I'm not sure, but anyway..I digress. My whole life, my dreams have always been silent, though occasionally there would be dialogue. Lately, though, my dreams have been filled with music. The dream I had a few nights before this most recent one became a musical itself - even I was singing. I remember the last lyric of the very last song being "to the grave", but I remember the song being pretty upbeat and happy, so I wonder why that is.
But anyway, last night's dream....
Started out with something to do with a soup kitchen and jackie chan. We knew each other, and I had gone to visit him at this kitchen he works at, but I couldn't find him, and the owner of the place didn't believe that I knew him. For one reason or another, I stuck around and he made me some soup. I know there was some other, bigger plot to the whole thing, and I remember glimpses of certain images, but I don't remember what they are about. A big shiny black room with sharp corners, a long beam of light coming from someone's hands, A man with curly hair and a fluffy beard. Somehow it moved on to my old house in Santa Cruz, and this asian woman's kid was violently throwing her stuffed animals and other fuzzy toys at me. They were really beginning to pile up, so I started putting them in my closet. Right then, as I was in my room, it started pouring rain, but the roof had tons of giant holes, so everything was getting completely soaked. I remember something about my dad in the back of my mind. Maybe I was waiting for him to come home? Or maybe for him to call? But anyway, just then, the asian woman with her kid show up because the kid wants one of her toys back. I think it was a plush electric guitar - she told me she didn't want the rest of them, and she left. A bit later I was really stressed out, so I went to this black computer bag by my old fireplace and looked for a cigarette to smoke. I found a metal one, and remember something strange about the lighter, but I don't remember what exactly. I only got a couple hits before someone in a big van showed up.
Now I'm in a video store, very briefly, trying out some new game. I remember something about Halo, even though I've only played it once in my life.
Now I'm in a waiting room for something, I don't know what, but there are three women sitting across from me. A mother, a heavy girl with short black hair, and another girl that looks very hazy, like she's blurred out. There's some discrepancy about the black haired girl's baby (she's pregnant). Supposedly there are some of your classic bad dudes (ugly thug [not gangster thug] types) that are out to kill her baby, so they've set up this elaborate plan to get them caught. I end up helping them, somehow, but I don't remember what the exact conversation was that got me to do this. Their motives seem a little suspicious somehow.
They devise this plan to make sure the police catch these people, and part of that plan was to have me sneak into the police weapons arsenal, which even during the dream I thought didn't make sense. When I get in there, I see that they have set up little fake pictures of these thug dudes that are supposed to look like they are spying on me. I remember them being really badly done, with bobble eyes and everything. What I also see, though, is an actual guy that they told me was one of the thugs, but he is really just a janitor at the police office. The last thing I remember is the mother and pregnant daughter in the weapons arsenal with me, and thinking that this whole plan has made us look more guilty than anything.
And throughout this entire dream, Videotape was playing as a backtrack
But anyway, last night's dream....
Started out with something to do with a soup kitchen and jackie chan. We knew each other, and I had gone to visit him at this kitchen he works at, but I couldn't find him, and the owner of the place didn't believe that I knew him. For one reason or another, I stuck around and he made me some soup. I know there was some other, bigger plot to the whole thing, and I remember glimpses of certain images, but I don't remember what they are about. A big shiny black room with sharp corners, a long beam of light coming from someone's hands, A man with curly hair and a fluffy beard. Somehow it moved on to my old house in Santa Cruz, and this asian woman's kid was violently throwing her stuffed animals and other fuzzy toys at me. They were really beginning to pile up, so I started putting them in my closet. Right then, as I was in my room, it started pouring rain, but the roof had tons of giant holes, so everything was getting completely soaked. I remember something about my dad in the back of my mind. Maybe I was waiting for him to come home? Or maybe for him to call? But anyway, just then, the asian woman with her kid show up because the kid wants one of her toys back. I think it was a plush electric guitar - she told me she didn't want the rest of them, and she left. A bit later I was really stressed out, so I went to this black computer bag by my old fireplace and looked for a cigarette to smoke. I found a metal one, and remember something strange about the lighter, but I don't remember what exactly. I only got a couple hits before someone in a big van showed up.
Now I'm in a video store, very briefly, trying out some new game. I remember something about Halo, even though I've only played it once in my life.
Now I'm in a waiting room for something, I don't know what, but there are three women sitting across from me. A mother, a heavy girl with short black hair, and another girl that looks very hazy, like she's blurred out. There's some discrepancy about the black haired girl's baby (she's pregnant). Supposedly there are some of your classic bad dudes (ugly thug [not gangster thug] types) that are out to kill her baby, so they've set up this elaborate plan to get them caught. I end up helping them, somehow, but I don't remember what the exact conversation was that got me to do this. Their motives seem a little suspicious somehow.
They devise this plan to make sure the police catch these people, and part of that plan was to have me sneak into the police weapons arsenal, which even during the dream I thought didn't make sense. When I get in there, I see that they have set up little fake pictures of these thug dudes that are supposed to look like they are spying on me. I remember them being really badly done, with bobble eyes and everything. What I also see, though, is an actual guy that they told me was one of the thugs, but he is really just a janitor at the police office. The last thing I remember is the mother and pregnant daughter in the weapons arsenal with me, and thinking that this whole plan has made us look more guilty than anything.
And throughout this entire dream, Videotape was playing as a backtrack
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