Why don't I just warn them...?
Firstly, thank you to everyone who commented on the last entry, I've been feeling a bit better. ^^; Secondly, it's very early in the morning so I'll just get straight to the point of this post, which is a dream log I just finished that I'd like to share (I tend to write very artsy when I dream log, so sorry if it seems "heavy"), so I can go back to sleep. XD I've already woken up 3 times tonight! >_<;
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I feel like I’ve been in this place many times before in pieces, it’s one of my “story” dreams.
I work in an Ice Cream shop located in a mall lined with marble walls. I can’t ever exactly remember serving ice cream, but the front counter is a giant freezer-like thing, y’know, those things that hold those big round tubs of ice cream? At the job, I work with an Indian girl, and we’re decent friends. She has pretty, large eyes, and wears a green apron like I do. It seems to be the uniform of the shop.
I know somehow that every week there is a family that puts a daughter to work in this shop, and then at the end of every week, kill her. I know that this girl is a part of this family. This has happened twice already, this girl is the third. I don’t remember the other two well, but I know the last one had a stern face, and small eyes. I don’t know why I don’t warn her, but one day she doesn’t come to work. I know what’s happened.
I run to the elevator located in the middle of the mall. At the top of the shiny black elevator there is a place at the end of the right side of the mall surrounded by regular stores. I wonder why none of them seem to notice this place and what’s occurring except me.
It’s a small area in the wall with chairs, couches, and a carpet leading to a man, an old man, on a throne of some sort. He is the “leader”. I know this man very well, and have discussed something serious with him before on one of the floors of the mall once...perhaps he was in another dream I once had. I feel betrayed by him, like I’m not used to this side of him; like he was kind to me once.
Around him are a few other people, all of Indian origin. The girl that I work with at the Ice Cream shop is there too, sitting on the lap of a lady that I assume is her mother, and holding her head down and looking very sad. I know that they’ve decided to kill her off, because it’s the end of the week.
I scream and plead at him, telling not to do this; that’s it’s just wrong. I tell him this has to be a law against this somehow, but I wonder if there even is in this world. I plead with the girl to do something, but she seems to have accepted her fate, and doesn’t say anything to me. In my hand I’m holding a piece of notebook paper with, what looks like, lyrics or a poem of some-sort written down on it. I don’t know why I have it...perhaps this girl was helping me write a song, an unfinished song?
I never see this girl again, and know she’s dead.
I woke up, and went back to sleep. This time I was in a different place, a place with a bunch of people I have the feeling I knew. We’re watching TV intently for some reason, like it’s some sort of event. There are two TVs; one large one in a room, a tiny one in another, and in-between the rooms there’s a small hall where we’re all branched out. We’re watching only the big one it seems because the tiny one isn‘t working, but at one point it stops working and becomes static-y, so I try to fiddle with the cord on the smaller one and it works. Everyone was grateful to me, heh.
This really isn’t important, but I thought I’d set the setting. XD On the tv I can’t exactly remember what they were talking about, but at one point they were talking about deaths that had recently happened. A large African American woman fell from a boat, she was wearing a salmon-colored dress, then they talk about a story where someone in this Indian family at the mall died. I wonder if it’s the girl and they lied, telling reporters that it was natural and not a murder like I know it is. A new intern comes on the program, and you can tell he’s new by the way he’s acting…can’t really explain it. He’s young and has messy black hair, and is quite slim, with a square face.
He tells everyone watching that they shouldn’t feel bad for this family, because he happens to know that this family does a ritualistic act of killing off one female from their family every week. I don’t know if he says he’ll report it or something, but I feel relieved somehow...I was beginning to think I was the only one that knew that this wrong thing was happening, like in the Twilight Zone. Perhaps there is law in this world against this.
The scene ends.
I’m in a new place now, back at the Ice Cream shop that I work at the mall. Two people are there, an older man that I assume is the manager, and a new employee. The person is Indian and obviously from the same family, and instead he is...a boy?
I already know that I won’t be warning him, I don’t know why…maybe this family & I have some sort of deal, maybe I just plain can’t...maybe I’m apart of why they have to be killed, I don’t know. However, this is new, and I’m surprised.
In olden days for some cultures, boys are considered much more sacred and valuable then girls, so I had assumed that it was only girls. This family was stuck on old ordeals, and were trying to sacrifice for some reason they think is holy...but maybe it’s actually something much more twisted. So I can‘t help but wonder...why is he here? Have they decided to stop? Would they kill off a boy?
I guess I’ll find out if I ever get the chance to finish the week in the dream, but I dearly hope not. I know he’s just a dream, but he had such a nice smile...
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I feel like I’ve been in this place many times before in pieces, it’s one of my “story” dreams.
I work in an Ice Cream shop located in a mall lined with marble walls. I can’t ever exactly remember serving ice cream, but the front counter is a giant freezer-like thing, y’know, those things that hold those big round tubs of ice cream? At the job, I work with an Indian girl, and we’re decent friends. She has pretty, large eyes, and wears a green apron like I do. It seems to be the uniform of the shop.
I know somehow that every week there is a family that puts a daughter to work in this shop, and then at the end of every week, kill her. I know that this girl is a part of this family. This has happened twice already, this girl is the third. I don’t remember the other two well, but I know the last one had a stern face, and small eyes. I don’t know why I don’t warn her, but one day she doesn’t come to work. I know what’s happened.
I run to the elevator located in the middle of the mall. At the top of the shiny black elevator there is a place at the end of the right side of the mall surrounded by regular stores. I wonder why none of them seem to notice this place and what’s occurring except me.
It’s a small area in the wall with chairs, couches, and a carpet leading to a man, an old man, on a throne of some sort. He is the “leader”. I know this man very well, and have discussed something serious with him before on one of the floors of the mall once...perhaps he was in another dream I once had. I feel betrayed by him, like I’m not used to this side of him; like he was kind to me once.
Around him are a few other people, all of Indian origin. The girl that I work with at the Ice Cream shop is there too, sitting on the lap of a lady that I assume is her mother, and holding her head down and looking very sad. I know that they’ve decided to kill her off, because it’s the end of the week.
I scream and plead at him, telling not to do this; that’s it’s just wrong. I tell him this has to be a law against this somehow, but I wonder if there even is in this world. I plead with the girl to do something, but she seems to have accepted her fate, and doesn’t say anything to me. In my hand I’m holding a piece of notebook paper with, what looks like, lyrics or a poem of some-sort written down on it. I don’t know why I have it...perhaps this girl was helping me write a song, an unfinished song?
I never see this girl again, and know she’s dead.
I woke up, and went back to sleep. This time I was in a different place, a place with a bunch of people I have the feeling I knew. We’re watching TV intently for some reason, like it’s some sort of event. There are two TVs; one large one in a room, a tiny one in another, and in-between the rooms there’s a small hall where we’re all branched out. We’re watching only the big one it seems because the tiny one isn‘t working, but at one point it stops working and becomes static-y, so I try to fiddle with the cord on the smaller one and it works. Everyone was grateful to me, heh.
This really isn’t important, but I thought I’d set the setting. XD On the tv I can’t exactly remember what they were talking about, but at one point they were talking about deaths that had recently happened. A large African American woman fell from a boat, she was wearing a salmon-colored dress, then they talk about a story where someone in this Indian family at the mall died. I wonder if it’s the girl and they lied, telling reporters that it was natural and not a murder like I know it is. A new intern comes on the program, and you can tell he’s new by the way he’s acting…can’t really explain it. He’s young and has messy black hair, and is quite slim, with a square face.
He tells everyone watching that they shouldn’t feel bad for this family, because he happens to know that this family does a ritualistic act of killing off one female from their family every week. I don’t know if he says he’ll report it or something, but I feel relieved somehow...I was beginning to think I was the only one that knew that this wrong thing was happening, like in the Twilight Zone. Perhaps there is law in this world against this.
The scene ends.
I’m in a new place now, back at the Ice Cream shop that I work at the mall. Two people are there, an older man that I assume is the manager, and a new employee. The person is Indian and obviously from the same family, and instead he is...a boy?
I already know that I won’t be warning him, I don’t know why…maybe this family & I have some sort of deal, maybe I just plain can’t...maybe I’m apart of why they have to be killed, I don’t know. However, this is new, and I’m surprised.
In olden days for some cultures, boys are considered much more sacred and valuable then girls, so I had assumed that it was only girls. This family was stuck on old ordeals, and were trying to sacrifice for some reason they think is holy...but maybe it’s actually something much more twisted. So I can‘t help but wonder...why is he here? Have they decided to stop? Would they kill off a boy?
I guess I’ll find out if I ever get the chance to finish the week in the dream, but I dearly hope not. I know he’s just a dream, but he had such a nice smile...