wow, that's just crazy
one of those dreams again:
life: it was either a highrise lofty/condo place or an awesome hotel. either way, we were on the 70th(!!) floor, my family and i.
everything inside was marble, and it had windows everywhere.
not the kind of windows that stay tightly shut and just tease you with the possibilities without their existence, but the kind that let you molest them open and feel for yourself what's out there
...from the 70th floor.
so imagine: the scene in the boondock saints with the cream cheese bagel and going to the boys' livingspace. the hallway looked like that with the freight elevator, but everything was marble.
i lived on one end and the amazing huge window was on the opposite end of the hallway.
pretty much, the important part of the dream was me walking to the window and chatting with the neighbor (who, i think, was a mix of Sau, her mom and dr. eilertson...which is a whole nother story) about needing to go downstairs.
i leaned my body 1/2 way out the window..
my father was downstairs in the parking garage, roughly 800 feet below.
i decided to jump. i found a rug. a HUGE rug, like the one in Bobby's room...it might've been the same, now that i think about it.
i figured, if aladdin could do it, so could i.
also, i'd just wanted to see what would become of me if i jumped.
see, i'm an idiot.
this is the first dream in my life that i've indirectly died in. the first.
so without warning, i yanked the window completely open, grabbed the rug, pushed my protesting neighbor off me and JUMPED. no thinking, no hesitation, no regret.
curiously enough, it wasn't a long fall. the only parts of the fall that were shown to me were the beginning when i expected the rug to fly and the end when i was nearing the ground. i vaguely remember seeing myself from a different angle, as if i were the building itself, thudding onto the car beneath me.
the important part was the sound. i didn't see or feel myself fall. i heard it, i heard the the thud, the crunch, squish.
by that time in my dream, i was occupying two bodies. the one that fell and another one who took the elevator. i was accompanied by my father, mother(for only a second) and numerous other onlookers when i walked myself out the swinging doors to see what all the commotion and noise was about...
it was weird hearing my dad tell me about how i died. it was weird hearing me tell him that it was such a tragedy but i wouldn't do it again, i promise. what was weirder...was that my body had begun to transform into that of...
WESLEY SNIPES???? as i went near it to have a closer look. the only thing that was still my own were the fingers.
and when i noticed that my actual hands only extended into knobby things for fingers, i realized that the old me was what was creating the new me...and eventually both me's turned into one.
and the next scene was at a 50s diner with me trying to tell my story about jumping out a building to a whole group of friends(mainly kristin, alistair and bobby in 3 diff versions) and sunny trying to distract them all by inviting them(minus me) to some indian restaurant that he was dead set on visiting.
around the end of the dream, i was waking up and telling bobby about "this crazy dream that i'd just had" and how real it felt and stuff.
and that's all, really.
life: it was either a highrise lofty/condo place or an awesome hotel. either way, we were on the 70th(!!) floor, my family and i.
everything inside was marble, and it had windows everywhere.
not the kind of windows that stay tightly shut and just tease you with the possibilities without their existence, but the kind that let you molest them open and feel for yourself what's out there
...from the 70th floor.
so imagine: the scene in the boondock saints with the cream cheese bagel and going to the boys' livingspace. the hallway looked like that with the freight elevator, but everything was marble.
i lived on one end and the amazing huge window was on the opposite end of the hallway.
pretty much, the important part of the dream was me walking to the window and chatting with the neighbor (who, i think, was a mix of Sau, her mom and dr. eilertson...which is a whole nother story) about needing to go downstairs.
i leaned my body 1/2 way out the window..
my father was downstairs in the parking garage, roughly 800 feet below.
i decided to jump. i found a rug. a HUGE rug, like the one in Bobby's room...it might've been the same, now that i think about it.
i figured, if aladdin could do it, so could i.
also, i'd just wanted to see what would become of me if i jumped.
see, i'm an idiot.
this is the first dream in my life that i've indirectly died in. the first.
so without warning, i yanked the window completely open, grabbed the rug, pushed my protesting neighbor off me and JUMPED. no thinking, no hesitation, no regret.
curiously enough, it wasn't a long fall. the only parts of the fall that were shown to me were the beginning when i expected the rug to fly and the end when i was nearing the ground. i vaguely remember seeing myself from a different angle, as if i were the building itself, thudding onto the car beneath me.
the important part was the sound. i didn't see or feel myself fall. i heard it, i heard the the thud, the crunch, squish.
by that time in my dream, i was occupying two bodies. the one that fell and another one who took the elevator. i was accompanied by my father, mother(for only a second) and numerous other onlookers when i walked myself out the swinging doors to see what all the commotion and noise was about...
it was weird hearing my dad tell me about how i died. it was weird hearing me tell him that it was such a tragedy but i wouldn't do it again, i promise. what was weirder...was that my body had begun to transform into that of...
WESLEY SNIPES???? as i went near it to have a closer look. the only thing that was still my own were the fingers.
and when i noticed that my actual hands only extended into knobby things for fingers, i realized that the old me was what was creating the new me...and eventually both me's turned into one.
and the next scene was at a 50s diner with me trying to tell my story about jumping out a building to a whole group of friends(mainly kristin, alistair and bobby in 3 diff versions) and sunny trying to distract them all by inviting them(minus me) to some indian restaurant that he was dead set on visiting.
around the end of the dream, i was waking up and telling bobby about "this crazy dream that i'd just had" and how real it felt and stuff.
and that's all, really.