dream retelling.
so, ive decided to start writing down my dreams, because as of late, they have been really strange. and i figured you all would get a kick out of them.
NOTE: last nights was rather jumpy, so i apologize. also, this was only one of my dreams; i woke up several times in the middle of the night and imagined i wrote the others down, but seeing as i can't find the recordings anywhere, i have to assume i didn't actually do it.
it began with lusie running a haunted house, (which later becomes a haunted walk that takes uses the majority of my dream), and she got a phone call. i was dressed up like little bo peep (and not one of the skanky outfits, like honest to goodness mother goose bo peep. it might also be mentioned that lusie was dressed like mother goose. but her haunted house was quite frightening). the phone call was from the president elect, mr. obama. he wanted to come to the haunted house. however, he didnt want anyone to know it was him, so he was coming in full costume. he asked that lusie dress one of her employees as if they were him, and then give them an additional costume. lusie selected me, and gave my costume to a small, thin boy who followed her around. i dont remember exactly what i was dressed as, but everyone believed me to be the president elect. when he arrived, he was ready for his walk through the haunted house\walk. i was his tour guide, and there were several homeless children with him. we began on our journey in a dark tunnel covered in what lusie assured me was real blood, then we stopped in a section that was similar to a zoo. there were elephants and rhinos walking around free, and i explained to the children that these two animals were incredibly dangerous, as elephants accounted for more deaths than airplane crashes and rhinos could stab them through the heart, and they would.
then i met my mother in the bathroom, and i was trying to change one of the homeless children's diapers.
then i found the small boy who followed lusie around under a tank with obama, touching his lips and asking what he tasted like.
i was suddenly in a street that was set up like you'd imagine a middle eastern market to be. it was directly following the scene with the small boy and obama under the tank, but i had a purpose and i knew what it was. i wandered through the market until i came to a large building that looked out of place. it was wide, tall and dark. i went inside, where there was a rush of people because the Inauguration was taking place. I walked into a closet, pushed against the back wall and was inside a store. a middle eastern man nodded at me and handed me a jar of green, translucent rock. i hit it against the counter so it broke into pieces, and he led me up a back pair of stairs, where members of ballards dance team were running down a spiral staircase. the man opened a door which he said would lock when he closed it again, so it was my business to get out. i began climbing the stairs, and reached the back of the stage. two glasses of water sat, and no one was watching. i pulled out a piece of the rock, and held it between my fingers. in the back of my head i knew i was supposed to put it in george bush's glass, but i just stood there.
then i woke up.