Bizarre dreams of the comical dead and my own stupidity.
Jake died. Except it wasn't just him this time, his cousin died, too.
And this time, his body was cremated.
For some reason, he and my brother were randomly friends and my brother carried his ashes. We were laying his ashes down at a memorial when we discovered that his cousin's ashes were mixed with a lot of car debris (bits and pieces of metal that didn't burn right in the fire). They must have been embedded in his body.
And suddenly, what would have been a strangely serious dream took a strange turn. It turned into The Simpsons. I KID YOU NOT.
My brother was Bart-ish...I was Lisa-ish...and death had come for Jake and his cousin's soul. He was dragging the four of us away while me and my brother kept exclaiming, "waaaaait!!! We're not dead yet!!! Nooooo...."
... >__< What the hell? I go from being majorly effed up after Jake dies and now even my dreams make a mockery of it all?
Onto my idiocy...
The next night, I dream of this boy I've never seen before, but his face is as clear as day. He's tall...the top of my head doesn't even reach his chin and the most natural thing for me to do is throw my arms around his waist. We're lovey dovey, just making out all the time while on a trip to a strange town we've never been before.
I spot a classmate of mine and we pick her up. All the while, she sits in the back of his car utterly disgusted at our gooshiness.
We enter a souvenir shop and continue the floof. I can't get enough of embracing his warm, lean torso and we're nauseatingly adoring...suddenly, there are voices and I turn to see an odd assortment of old high school classmates I haven't seen in years. They're looking at me strangely (likely, the idea of me hanging on a guy is a foreign concept).
Awkward moment. I make introductions, going through my classmates first...and then I turn to my beloved...pause...and say:
"I'm sorry, baby. I forgot your name."
*HEADDESK*
The really weird thing is that throughout the dream, I say his name repeatedly, only in that moment, and from thereon afterwards (including upon waking), I can't recall what his name is/was at all.
What's stranger is that usually when there's a random nameless person in my dreams, I can never make out their features clearly or I just conveniently can't see them (off camera). But he was very clear. And not at all like my "usual" type. He looked so...guy like. Like, preppy shops-at-Banana-Republic guy-like. And blond. And utterly clean-shaven. He was kind of an asshole, but in my kind of joking asshole kind of way. As far as I could tell, no piercings, no tattoos, no leather, no naughty sense of humor...
Well, as I told my classmate (who was the backseat passenger), if I meet this kid, I'm definitely going to ask him what his name is! XD
And this time, his body was cremated.
For some reason, he and my brother were randomly friends and my brother carried his ashes. We were laying his ashes down at a memorial when we discovered that his cousin's ashes were mixed with a lot of car debris (bits and pieces of metal that didn't burn right in the fire). They must have been embedded in his body.
And suddenly, what would have been a strangely serious dream took a strange turn. It turned into The Simpsons. I KID YOU NOT.
My brother was Bart-ish...I was Lisa-ish...and death had come for Jake and his cousin's soul. He was dragging the four of us away while me and my brother kept exclaiming, "waaaaait!!! We're not dead yet!!! Nooooo...."
... >__< What the hell? I go from being majorly effed up after Jake dies and now even my dreams make a mockery of it all?
Onto my idiocy...
The next night, I dream of this boy I've never seen before, but his face is as clear as day. He's tall...the top of my head doesn't even reach his chin and the most natural thing for me to do is throw my arms around his waist. We're lovey dovey, just making out all the time while on a trip to a strange town we've never been before.
I spot a classmate of mine and we pick her up. All the while, she sits in the back of his car utterly disgusted at our gooshiness.
We enter a souvenir shop and continue the floof. I can't get enough of embracing his warm, lean torso and we're nauseatingly adoring...suddenly, there are voices and I turn to see an odd assortment of old high school classmates I haven't seen in years. They're looking at me strangely (likely, the idea of me hanging on a guy is a foreign concept).
Awkward moment. I make introductions, going through my classmates first...and then I turn to my beloved...pause...and say:
"I'm sorry, baby. I forgot your name."
*HEADDESK*
The really weird thing is that throughout the dream, I say his name repeatedly, only in that moment, and from thereon afterwards (including upon waking), I can't recall what his name is/was at all.
What's stranger is that usually when there's a random nameless person in my dreams, I can never make out their features clearly or I just conveniently can't see them (off camera). But he was very clear. And not at all like my "usual" type. He looked so...guy like. Like, preppy shops-at-Banana-Republic guy-like. And blond. And utterly clean-shaven. He was kind of an asshole, but in my kind of joking asshole kind of way. As far as I could tell, no piercings, no tattoos, no leather, no naughty sense of humor...
Well, as I told my classmate (who was the backseat passenger), if I meet this kid, I'm definitely going to ask him what his name is! XD