Killed with fruit and Christmas cards
Okay so this dream is sticking with me, so I am going to post about it! Some people find dreams fascinating (me) others horrifically dull (probably you) but never mind, it is my LJ, you don’t have to read it, it’s all fine!
Can you tell I feel boring and navel-gazey posting this? Even though I don’t want to talk about the whole narrative (!!!) just the part where some kids tried to kill me with fruit.
I have long, complex, plotty dreams. They’re actually very cool. I’m not usually myself - although I was for most of this one - and I quite often watch my ‘self’ from a mix of third- and first- person POV while they had adventures. This is occasionally disorientating.
I was taking a bus to Israel with some people from uni who I didn’t know well. We got lunch, and they were mean to me. At this point I became Neal Caffrey. (Yeah, idek.)
It was especially weird because as me-me I’d been socially awkward and nervous - not something I generally am. I had good reason, but then my nervousness didn’t change once I was Neal. Even though I was now a decade older than the random students bullying me and a con artist.
Maybe I knew the kids were bastards, because they poisoned me. With fruit. I was allergic, and they sneaked some into my food. I ended up on the floor under our table in this restaurant while they laughed at me and forced citrus fruit into my mouth. All extremely unpleasant and way more victimising than anything I usually experience in dreams.
What made the whole thing really stick in my mind was the much-weirder-than-usual way Being Me, Watcher of Events and Being Me, Main Character interacted. In my mind’s eye I was sort of seeing a camera-shot: a close-up of Neal’s face from above while he was choking, looking scared, a girl forcing more fruit into his mouth. At the same time I could feel the girl’s fingers in my mouth, against my teeth, and I could taste the pineapple. DUDE. THIS IS SOME FREAKY SHIT.
Right, just so this post isn’t entirely formed of Some Dream I Had: CHRISTMAS CARDS! (The cards will not actually relate to Christmas.) Who wants one? Leave a comment and your address (comments screened) - and a pairing and prompt if you so choose. That way, although I’m making no promises, you might get PORN.
Can you tell I feel boring and navel-gazey posting this? Even though I don’t want to talk about the whole narrative (!!!) just the part where some kids tried to kill me with fruit.
I have long, complex, plotty dreams. They’re actually very cool. I’m not usually myself - although I was for most of this one - and I quite often watch my ‘self’ from a mix of third- and first- person POV while they had adventures. This is occasionally disorientating.
I was taking a bus to Israel with some people from uni who I didn’t know well. We got lunch, and they were mean to me. At this point I became Neal Caffrey. (Yeah, idek.)
It was especially weird because as me-me I’d been socially awkward and nervous - not something I generally am. I had good reason, but then my nervousness didn’t change once I was Neal. Even though I was now a decade older than the random students bullying me and a con artist.
Maybe I knew the kids were bastards, because they poisoned me. With fruit. I was allergic, and they sneaked some into my food. I ended up on the floor under our table in this restaurant while they laughed at me and forced citrus fruit into my mouth. All extremely unpleasant and way more victimising than anything I usually experience in dreams.
What made the whole thing really stick in my mind was the much-weirder-than-usual way Being Me, Watcher of Events and Being Me, Main Character interacted. In my mind’s eye I was sort of seeing a camera-shot: a close-up of Neal’s face from above while he was choking, looking scared, a girl forcing more fruit into his mouth. At the same time I could feel the girl’s fingers in my mouth, against my teeth, and I could taste the pineapple. DUDE. THIS IS SOME FREAKY SHIT.
Right, just so this post isn’t entirely formed of Some Dream I Had: CHRISTMAS CARDS! (The cards will not actually relate to Christmas.) Who wants one? Leave a comment and your address (comments screened) - and a pairing and prompt if you so choose. That way, although I’m making no promises, you might get PORN.