Dreams
I don't have a lot of time to post here any more but one thing I've been wanting to do for the longest time has been to start a regular dream journal. So I'm going to start journaling my dreams as they happen. The bitch about this is that I pretty much have to run downstairs immediately upon waking to write the dream down, otherwise it fades away.
I dream often, and I remember many of them. One of the interesting things about my dreams is that I rarely dream about people I know. My dreams tend to be random and mostly seem to include strangers. I'm not sure why.
At any rate, I'm going to start with the dream I had last night:
I was a girl. Some girl. I was someone else, not me. I'm not always myself in my dreams. I was young, much younger than I was now. Maybe around 18 or 20. That sounds pretty sad that 20 was "much younger" than now. Oh well. I was a brunette, at first.
This dream felt epic, as though it had been going on for many years. They say that dreams last around 20 minutes (or so I've heard), but this one had history. I went on vacation with my boyfriend, a man who I loved more than life. In reality, I have no idea who this guy was. He wasn't someone I recognize from real life. He was gorgeous, though. The most beautiful person I had ever seen. The dream started off at some sort of resort somewhere. It was quiet and lush and pretty.
Eventually we made our way to some larger city, again unrecognizable. While there, we went to this very famous restaurant. I only wanted dessert, and the owner's wife happened to be the baker, creating all her concoctions in the back corner of the restaurant. I asked for a recommendation and told me to get the crab--a baked crab, shell and all, served with some sort of sweetish sauce that looked like butterscotch pudding. I figured I'd try it. It was odd but it was considered a great delicacy. It was gross.
Finally we returned from vacation. Our intent was to get married as soon as possible. My father, who was a butcher or a baker or something, hated my fiance, who I loved more than anything. He forcibly took me away from him. At this point I "separated" from myself, into third person, in my dream. I then watched as myself (the real me) as this girl (the dream me) was "returned." I was even younger, like 16, and blonde now. I watched as I told my boyfriend that I couldn't marry him, that I didn't love him, and that I wanted to leave. It was as though I'd been taken away and brainwashed.
Back at my parent's house and away from my boyfriend, it was New Year's Eve. A man broke into our house, wearing what looked like a mechanic's uniform and carrying a shotgun. He found me because he knew I was miserable, and he intended to murder me. It turned out that he was a serial killer with a special way of murdering troubled girls. He explained that after he killed me, he'd fix me up and make me right again. This included cutting and stretching out my bottom lip by affixing a jade bracelet into it, emptying my stomach contents and filling it with stuffing, and breaking my arms and legs and re-arranging them properly. He told me I'd finally be at peace. He was insane.
Playing along, I agreed with him that I was so miserable that I was ready to "move on." But that I'd have to wait until after the stroke of midnight because I needed an opportunity to say goodbye beforehand, and New Year's Eve was a good time to do it without it getting weird. Of course my plan involved escape, plus I knew at the back of my head that my boyfriend (who was originally a white man, then had been black for like 5 minutes, then white again), was coming to rescue me. Last I knew, he was trying to break into the killer's house so he'd be there, ready to fight when the killer brought me home. The killer said, "It has to be tonight." He was getting angry because he really needed to kill. I was about to go with him when CHRIS' ALARM CLOCK WENT OFF.
I dream often, and I remember many of them. One of the interesting things about my dreams is that I rarely dream about people I know. My dreams tend to be random and mostly seem to include strangers. I'm not sure why.
At any rate, I'm going to start with the dream I had last night:
I was a girl. Some girl. I was someone else, not me. I'm not always myself in my dreams. I was young, much younger than I was now. Maybe around 18 or 20. That sounds pretty sad that 20 was "much younger" than now. Oh well. I was a brunette, at first.
This dream felt epic, as though it had been going on for many years. They say that dreams last around 20 minutes (or so I've heard), but this one had history. I went on vacation with my boyfriend, a man who I loved more than life. In reality, I have no idea who this guy was. He wasn't someone I recognize from real life. He was gorgeous, though. The most beautiful person I had ever seen. The dream started off at some sort of resort somewhere. It was quiet and lush and pretty.
Eventually we made our way to some larger city, again unrecognizable. While there, we went to this very famous restaurant. I only wanted dessert, and the owner's wife happened to be the baker, creating all her concoctions in the back corner of the restaurant. I asked for a recommendation and told me to get the crab--a baked crab, shell and all, served with some sort of sweetish sauce that looked like butterscotch pudding. I figured I'd try it. It was odd but it was considered a great delicacy. It was gross.
Finally we returned from vacation. Our intent was to get married as soon as possible. My father, who was a butcher or a baker or something, hated my fiance, who I loved more than anything. He forcibly took me away from him. At this point I "separated" from myself, into third person, in my dream. I then watched as myself (the real me) as this girl (the dream me) was "returned." I was even younger, like 16, and blonde now. I watched as I told my boyfriend that I couldn't marry him, that I didn't love him, and that I wanted to leave. It was as though I'd been taken away and brainwashed.
Back at my parent's house and away from my boyfriend, it was New Year's Eve. A man broke into our house, wearing what looked like a mechanic's uniform and carrying a shotgun. He found me because he knew I was miserable, and he intended to murder me. It turned out that he was a serial killer with a special way of murdering troubled girls. He explained that after he killed me, he'd fix me up and make me right again. This included cutting and stretching out my bottom lip by affixing a jade bracelet into it, emptying my stomach contents and filling it with stuffing, and breaking my arms and legs and re-arranging them properly. He told me I'd finally be at peace. He was insane.
Playing along, I agreed with him that I was so miserable that I was ready to "move on." But that I'd have to wait until after the stroke of midnight because I needed an opportunity to say goodbye beforehand, and New Year's Eve was a good time to do it without it getting weird. Of course my plan involved escape, plus I knew at the back of my head that my boyfriend (who was originally a white man, then had been black for like 5 minutes, then white again), was coming to rescue me. Last I knew, he was trying to break into the killer's house so he'd be there, ready to fight when the killer brought me home. The killer said, "It has to be tonight." He was getting angry because he really needed to kill. I was about to go with him when CHRIS' ALARM CLOCK WENT OFF.