Can't sleep for dreaming...
One Eight.
I must have really fucked up, because my
We were on a train. My family and I, minus Kelly. Little monsters...(there were three main types: a green on with a long neck and a hole where an eye ought to have been on top; a short orange beast with an almost teddy-bear shape, though again with no eyes; and a floating/flying eye thing) kept jumping in and terrorizing people. The owner/keeper of the train was a somewhat mean old woman, but was locking them into one of the empty rooms as they came in. Once in the room, they didn't really come out. My father and I were standing near an open door (because the train clearly was not applying by safety rules) and a few jumped in. Dad knocked the green ones off the train, and knocked a little orange one into unconsciousness (or feigned unconsciousness, as I knew it to be). He was going to kick it off the train, but I told him that if you didn't poke out it's eyes (which didn't exist) then it would just jump back on, so you had to crush it's skull. He looked at me as though I were sick, and wouldn't do it. So I stomped on it's head (of course, wearing sandals). The thing was empty, but the...I don't know, general feel of it's brains sort of flooded over the floor. My father looked at me, extremely disappointed, and left. I kicked it's body out the door, and went back to my seat. The mean lady came and told Cailin she had a special seat for her. No one else seemed concerned, but I followed. She was going to put Cailin in the room with all the monsters, I called Cailin away, the old lady glared at me, and I didn't let Cailin out of my sight the rest of the dream.
The next one involved a haunted house. We were friends of the owners, and my mother was supposed to be helping with the hauntedness. I was supposed to be watching the kids, several little boys, with my sisters. We brought the boys a gray kitten. I, of course, got seperated from the group and wandered around a scary house for a little while, but nothing too terrible happened. When terrible things did start happening, we left, but took one of the boys to go pick up his friend. At a library, somewhere. We went inside, looking for "Simon", and I met an orange cat (somewhat cartoonish, really, and he could talk) who I became friends with rather quickly. He followed us around the library, talking amiably and being sweet, cuddly, and generally kitten-like. I wanted to keep him, but I knew we couldn't take him home, and felt incredibly guilty for a few minutes; but then I forgot that my parents wouldn't let me take him, and basically just adored the little cat. We walked into a room with other sleeping cats, and the boy found a gray one and hit it. I scolded him harshly and asked him why he did that. He said it wasn't black, and ghosts only like black cats. I told him that was ridiculous, and made up some magical power known only to gray cats, trying to get the boy to be nice. Didn't really work. We finally found Simon and were getting ready to leave. The orange cat asked us why we weren't going over to the desk (where one would purchase the cat) and the slowly stopped talking and dropped it's head. I started crying, my parents refused to let me keep it, and the cat wouldn't talk to or even look at me. They dragged me out of the library sobbing.
I can't remember the whole of the third, at the moment. Maybe I'll post it later. I think there is something good about writing them down. ^.^;;;
is punishing me like there's no tomorrow. At least they weren't nearly as bad as the other, just frustrating. *sigh*
But who cares, right?
Well, me. I'd like to sleep sometime. I feel weak enough as it is.