Dreams from the weekend
I started out pretty much playing a video game, but like I was the character so I was running and jumping and whatever but it was goofy fun and safe. The lights dimmed and the chain I was holding turned into the rope around the older Black man's neck: the man the basher (1 of 2?) had forced to wear a dress, and also locked his shop door so they could beat him to death uninterrupted.
When I woke up the victim came with me, dressed more in a suit, and was staring down at me in bed. I realized that shouldn't be happening, but he didn't go away for several seconds. Then, he began to droop, like he was made of thick paint, and then disappeared like high-speed dissipating smoke just before my roommate here turned on the light.
Saturday night, gratefully, was peaceful.
This was almost another horrible dream. There was this crazy murderer guy who had chased me into waist-deep water. Two other men were with me as I was trying to fight him off. He had already gotten a pretty good stab at my gut with something, so I was losing strength as I was fighting him; I remember being surprised how heavy the nearest weapon was, and how ineffectual one of my landed blows was. Finally, between the three of us, we sent him over a waterfall onto some rocks below. The last thing I remember was me saying "Yes, it's over, but could we hurry up? I'm bleeding out here".
Then black. Then I was in a bedroom with a few people around. I knew I was dreaming almost right away, but thought that if I woke up, I'd be like midsurgery, or in pain in the hospital or whatever, so I figured I'd ride out the dream a little. I tried to practice superpowers (I always give myself superpowers when I know I'm dreaming) but this time I couldn't do the telekinesis thing. Someone suggested speed but I couldn't do that either. I could still fly, though, so I took a cute boy with me and flew out over a smallish city, over a marketplace, and stopped into a small supermarket. There I walked with the boy, and he shoplifted me a flower. MUCH nicer a wake up than the first one. :)
When I woke up the victim came with me, dressed more in a suit, and was staring down at me in bed. I realized that shouldn't be happening, but he didn't go away for several seconds. Then, he began to droop, like he was made of thick paint, and then disappeared like high-speed dissipating smoke just before my roommate here turned on the light.
Saturday night, gratefully, was peaceful.
This was almost another horrible dream. There was this crazy murderer guy who had chased me into waist-deep water. Two other men were with me as I was trying to fight him off. He had already gotten a pretty good stab at my gut with something, so I was losing strength as I was fighting him; I remember being surprised how heavy the nearest weapon was, and how ineffectual one of my landed blows was. Finally, between the three of us, we sent him over a waterfall onto some rocks below. The last thing I remember was me saying "Yes, it's over, but could we hurry up? I'm bleeding out here".
Then black. Then I was in a bedroom with a few people around. I knew I was dreaming almost right away, but thought that if I woke up, I'd be like midsurgery, or in pain in the hospital or whatever, so I figured I'd ride out the dream a little. I tried to practice superpowers (I always give myself superpowers when I know I'm dreaming) but this time I couldn't do the telekinesis thing. Someone suggested speed but I couldn't do that either. I could still fly, though, so I took a cute boy with me and flew out over a smallish city, over a marketplace, and stopped into a small supermarket. There I walked with the boy, and he shoplifted me a flower. MUCH nicer a wake up than the first one. :)