Dreams
My dreams can be really, really fucked up sometimes.
Like, first I dreamed that Faith was all evil again and for some reason, me, April, and Becky had to fight her off in my house, so before she came, we had to get ready. So I went to my corner of handy things-that-can-be-used-as-weapons, and no kidding, I have one. Uncured walking sticks, a bamboo candleholder and my baseball bat. I also grabbed my money bank, which I was just telling Grant about yesterday, because it's so full of coins I could knock someone out with it. I also had this one kitchen knife, which I've actually said to myself that it will be the knife I use if there's an intruder. Faith came in and we backed into the corner of my hallway and I used my money bank as a sling, because I tied it to the end of a rope. I missed once, hit her once, and it split open and sent money raining everywhere. I grabbed some of the bills and stuffed them in my pants because I knew Faith needed money to get out of town. Somehow I ended up holding her down with a knife in my hands and she was pushing them away and the knife flew away and fell by April's feet, so April threw it in the far corner of the room. I remember I was very, very angry at that, because now Faith could get at the knife. I got the knife back somehow and then I actually stabbed her and I remember being horrified and wanting to take it back and I think I apologized to her.
I'm not sure, she may have died, because the next I remember, I was in my dining room and we were fighting - no, there was...I was in the library first, solving a mystery of a murder. There were these things like zombies that wanted to come kill people.
What the fuck? I want to remember this dream.
Somehow it ended up in my dining room and I knew that in a certain amount of time, these evil things would attack. The first time they attacked, they set someone on fire that I: a) have no idea what they would be doing in my house and b) would rather like to see burn to death. And yet I put out the fire and saved them. The things retreated (for some reason my brain wants to call them Space Monkeys, but I refuse to use that name, because it would take all the terror out of it) and we got weapons again, like I got the bent up handle of a rake. (Was better than it sounds; it was metal and had a grip on it and a nice hook on the end for bashing.) My dad was there and he was helping barricade the house or whatever, and then right before they attacked again, Grant was in the front room on the computer and I could not get him to leave it and hide. I had to unplug it and pull him from the chair. I don't remember the fight then, but whatever happened made me very scared of the next attack. Everyone else disappeared until it was just me and Dad in the house and I could see the things through the blinds, waiting outside.
And then for no reason, I was off somewhere in the river on a boat, watching something go on with Tom Sawyer or something - and yes, it was Jonathan Taylor Thomas as Tom - and it was like a completely different dream. We came back from the boat trip or whatever and walked up the steps to my backyard (and everyone was back with me and it was my old pool) and started going up towards the house. Then I remembered that we had evil things stalking the house, so I walked over to look down at them. They were just...people. They were black and white, like in a black and white movie, but everything was color around them, and they were just people. I saw random people that I'd seen on the street, people I knew, characters on TV, Mrs. Tucker, just...people. I looked at them and said hello, and then told them they were kind of lame. They looked up at me blankly and then turned and walked away while I watched. I remember going, "That's it? That's all I had to do?" and then walking back to the house, halfway disappointed it wasn't harder.
ETA: Oh, and I have a haircut at 3.
Like, first I dreamed that Faith was all evil again and for some reason, me, April, and Becky had to fight her off in my house, so before she came, we had to get ready. So I went to my corner of handy things-that-can-be-used-as-weapons, and no kidding, I have one. Uncured walking sticks, a bamboo candleholder and my baseball bat. I also grabbed my money bank, which I was just telling Grant about yesterday, because it's so full of coins I could knock someone out with it. I also had this one kitchen knife, which I've actually said to myself that it will be the knife I use if there's an intruder. Faith came in and we backed into the corner of my hallway and I used my money bank as a sling, because I tied it to the end of a rope. I missed once, hit her once, and it split open and sent money raining everywhere. I grabbed some of the bills and stuffed them in my pants because I knew Faith needed money to get out of town. Somehow I ended up holding her down with a knife in my hands and she was pushing them away and the knife flew away and fell by April's feet, so April threw it in the far corner of the room. I remember I was very, very angry at that, because now Faith could get at the knife. I got the knife back somehow and then I actually stabbed her and I remember being horrified and wanting to take it back and I think I apologized to her.
I'm not sure, she may have died, because the next I remember, I was in my dining room and we were fighting - no, there was...I was in the library first, solving a mystery of a murder. There were these things like zombies that wanted to come kill people.
What the fuck? I want to remember this dream.
Somehow it ended up in my dining room and I knew that in a certain amount of time, these evil things would attack. The first time they attacked, they set someone on fire that I: a) have no idea what they would be doing in my house and b) would rather like to see burn to death. And yet I put out the fire and saved them. The things retreated (for some reason my brain wants to call them Space Monkeys, but I refuse to use that name, because it would take all the terror out of it) and we got weapons again, like I got the bent up handle of a rake. (Was better than it sounds; it was metal and had a grip on it and a nice hook on the end for bashing.) My dad was there and he was helping barricade the house or whatever, and then right before they attacked again, Grant was in the front room on the computer and I could not get him to leave it and hide. I had to unplug it and pull him from the chair. I don't remember the fight then, but whatever happened made me very scared of the next attack. Everyone else disappeared until it was just me and Dad in the house and I could see the things through the blinds, waiting outside.
And then for no reason, I was off somewhere in the river on a boat, watching something go on with Tom Sawyer or something - and yes, it was Jonathan Taylor Thomas as Tom - and it was like a completely different dream. We came back from the boat trip or whatever and walked up the steps to my backyard (and everyone was back with me and it was my old pool) and started going up towards the house. Then I remembered that we had evil things stalking the house, so I walked over to look down at them. They were just...people. They were black and white, like in a black and white movie, but everything was color around them, and they were just people. I saw random people that I'd seen on the street, people I knew, characters on TV, Mrs. Tucker, just...people. I looked at them and said hello, and then told them they were kind of lame. They looked up at me blankly and then turned and walked away while I watched. I remember going, "That's it? That's all I had to do?" and then walking back to the house, halfway disappointed it wasn't harder.
ETA: Oh, and I have a haircut at 3.