Weird Dreams...
Since moving here I've had lots of weird and strange dreams, some disturbing, some quite nice, but lots of weird dreams. It may have to do with not smoking any pot, or maybe it's the higher oxygen levels, or maybe it's just the stress of moving to a new place. I'm not sure.
Last night I had two major dreams.
In the first dream I was watching/experiencing a movie that I had seen before, not unlike the movie Se7en in the sense that it was bloody and violent; the protagonist was being chased and hunted by people he knew who wanted him dead. I was fast-forwarding through it, because I knew that at the end of the movie he was going to be victorious, but before that he would have to be wounded and damaged fighting the people who were out to get him. I knew that at the end of the movie he would start kicking their asses, but not before being cut and who knows what. So I was fast-forwarding through it, and the point that it stopped was when he was climbing some sort of tower-ish thing from a guy with a Samarai sword (featured in the 'auction kings' episode I fell asleep after watching.) But I woke up feeling quite disturbed. I had to go outside and smoke and look at the moon to calm down, and D woke up and cuddled up to me which helped. (I'm still smoking, but only a half of one at a time, because a whole one feels like too much. I simply went too insane the day I went without them, and I decided that slowly cutting way back was better than going without them for now.)
The second dream: I was at a mixture of my parents' house and our house in CO. I had discovered that a bunch of fireworks had been placed somewhere in the house to cause an explosion, but either my mom or sisters told me not to disarm it, and even though I didn't know why, I decided to let it happen if it was going to go off. And when it went off there was a huge bang, water started pouring from the top floors, and smoke was billowing everywhere. I started freaking out because my mom was on the top floor, but she was fine, and in fact the house wasn't really damaged aside from needing new carpet and such. I called 911, but the responders were coming from Denver so it would take them a little bit of time to get there. In the meantime I realized that my mother had planted the bomb so that she could remodel the place. It was a false flag event. The water was shut off, and the police arrived to inspect, but I didn't want to tell them that my mom had planted and had known about the bomb. She had also arranged for a lesbian couple we knew to look at the house to possibly buy it (I answered the door in whitey tighties, for some reason.) I also noticed that on the piano, none of the keys were black anymore, they were white with gold vine designs on them, and they were called 'the raised keys' instead of the 'black' keys. But I couldn't stay because I had a wedding to go to; the lesbian couple were also attending the wedding, and so I dug out an old tuxedo to wear and drove over that way, and I had a cigarette with the lesbian couple on a patio at one of those decorative iron tables.
So you see, Weird. And I've had so many strange dreams lately that I feel like I should start writing them down to remember them all. They are usually quite vivid. Maybe it had to do with the 'Supermoon.'
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Last night I had two major dreams.
In the first dream I was watching/experiencing a movie that I had seen before, not unlike the movie Se7en in the sense that it was bloody and violent; the protagonist was being chased and hunted by people he knew who wanted him dead. I was fast-forwarding through it, because I knew that at the end of the movie he was going to be victorious, but before that he would have to be wounded and damaged fighting the people who were out to get him. I knew that at the end of the movie he would start kicking their asses, but not before being cut and who knows what. So I was fast-forwarding through it, and the point that it stopped was when he was climbing some sort of tower-ish thing from a guy with a Samarai sword (featured in the 'auction kings' episode I fell asleep after watching.) But I woke up feeling quite disturbed. I had to go outside and smoke and look at the moon to calm down, and D woke up and cuddled up to me which helped. (I'm still smoking, but only a half of one at a time, because a whole one feels like too much. I simply went too insane the day I went without them, and I decided that slowly cutting way back was better than going without them for now.)
The second dream: I was at a mixture of my parents' house and our house in CO. I had discovered that a bunch of fireworks had been placed somewhere in the house to cause an explosion, but either my mom or sisters told me not to disarm it, and even though I didn't know why, I decided to let it happen if it was going to go off. And when it went off there was a huge bang, water started pouring from the top floors, and smoke was billowing everywhere. I started freaking out because my mom was on the top floor, but she was fine, and in fact the house wasn't really damaged aside from needing new carpet and such. I called 911, but the responders were coming from Denver so it would take them a little bit of time to get there. In the meantime I realized that my mother had planted the bomb so that she could remodel the place. It was a false flag event. The water was shut off, and the police arrived to inspect, but I didn't want to tell them that my mom had planted and had known about the bomb. She had also arranged for a lesbian couple we knew to look at the house to possibly buy it (I answered the door in whitey tighties, for some reason.) I also noticed that on the piano, none of the keys were black anymore, they were white with gold vine designs on them, and they were called 'the raised keys' instead of the 'black' keys. But I couldn't stay because I had a wedding to go to; the lesbian couple were also attending the wedding, and so I dug out an old tuxedo to wear and drove over that way, and I had a cigarette with the lesbian couple on a patio at one of those decorative iron tables.
So you see, Weird. And I've had so many strange dreams lately that I feel like I should start writing them down to remember them all. They are usually quite vivid. Maybe it had to do with the 'Supermoon.'
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