Who Spiked the Punch????
Two nights straight of nightmares. I thought it was annoying the first night. Last night was just downright sickening. And while their "plots," so to speak, are just fricking hilarious, the feelings behind them were absolute horror. I'm only writing them down because if I don't, they're going to haunt me all day in more than just mood.
The first set of them were all based on the movie "Crank," which we had watched just before bed. So I spent the whole night trying to kill myself unsuccessfully. This included shooting myself in the head three times. The first two were with pistols, and the last was with a shotgun under the chin. No luck. Then I tried hurling myself off of a cliff or two. One of those instances, I was in a winnebago, and I was supposed to be going with a couple of other people. One died, but the other decided, at the last minute, not to go- so when I woke up at the bottom of the ravine, there was the other person saying, "yeah, I backed out" yadda yadda, which I thought made her into a coward- but she's like, we have to go because you're supposed to be dead, and we don't want people suspecting anything. So we have to move on and reinvent our lives. Screwy (and kind of funny), huh? That was nothing.
Last night was much much worse. It started with a vacuum cleaner that was out for blood. Since it was possible to insult it and hurt its feelings, it went all haywire (and people wonder why I abhor robots). First it started to destroy my childhood home, and I had to keep trying to "kill" it by breaking off attachments/appendages that just keep growing and extending. DEATH TO THE VACUUM CLEANER! Anyway, so it's tearing into the floors and the ceilings and trying to attack me, and I have to tell my father that I pissed off the vacuum, which I know he's not going to believe or understand, and that I've, consequently, destroyed our house. I'm crying up a storm, and he's entirely confused, which means he's also angry. Dad doesn't like to be confused. So he goes straight to the "problem," which is to try to fix the vacuum cleaner, which is just an inanimate object, right? Except it traps him and is strangling the life out of him. So I have to cut him free.
In the meantime, the family (including some extended family) want to go out for breakfast or lunch, and two kids just show up out of nowhere because they want to "tour" the house. WTF? They're new to the neighborhood, and I pretty much tell them to get lost, but my family is much nicer than I am, so they let them stay, and it happens that our home has direct access to a semi-private pool, and that's really why they want to stay. I finally tell them they can use the pool, but the family is leaving, and we're locking up the house (I have no clue what happened to the crazed vacuum. I think we succeeded in pulling its plug), which makes the little bratsl cranky. Whatever. I wanted to hit both of them- they were boys between the ages of 8 & 12, which are the worst ages for boys. Out we go.
Now, if you think that's strange, just you wait. I'm out driving around, the family has disappeared, pretty much. It's dark, and instead of being in my childhood city, I'm in my hometown where I was born. And it's dark. Dark as in night, dark as in feeling, dark as in- holy hell. And I don't know where I'm going, but I'm half driving, half riding a bike. No clue how that works. But I'm lost, and I am going through streets and alleyways with huge buildings on all sides, it's all dark, and there's a parking lot with a huge selection of bicycles. 4 people, kids or teens, actually, who are black and hispanic are walking away from it. I'm going to ask directions, but one starts running and three of them jump him and start beating the crap out of him, so I turn and run the other way as fast as I can. They see me, and they follow. It turns out I'm in gangland. the WHOLE CITY is gangs. This gang against that gang, and you do not want to be alone and a girl in this city. SO I keep driving, back in the car, and gangs are coming after me, but my car only goes, like 2 miles per hour, but I still use it to try to run them over and push them out of the way. Driving through alleys and one-way streets, then through some buildings, and a dock to a dinner cruise (WTF????) Coming out of that empty dock (because no one in that city is going on a dinner cruise ever again), I end up walking in a REALLY bad alley. It was the only way out of that dinner cruise thing, and the real reason why no one goes anymore- because the worst gang of them all is out there. And you're wholly screwed if you go out that door. So, they got me.
Then the whole thing changes, and I'm bound in these horrible chains and trapped with this sadistic SOB (who kind of looks like Bruce Willis, go figure) in a white room and I'm sexually tortured for a good long while (like he's trying to pay me back for being in that God-awful Quentin Tarantino film, Pulp Fiction) as I'm begging to be let go and trying anything else I can to escape. No luck. When he's all done, he throws me into a room of girls and slaves (who, for some unknown reason, are all suffering from Stockholm Syndrome and are just Patty Hursts from hell) all I want is out. All of the girls in the madman's harem are all begging for that psychotic SOB to pay attention to them, and I'm clawing like mad to get OUT.
I don't know how, but I do, and I'm back in gangland. I run right into the middle of a gang that actually turns out to be HELPFUL gang who are collecting stufff to distribute like some Red Cross effort. I have no clue what happened after that. All I know is that I wake up sick to my stomach with utter disgust.
And I'm still tired.
The only thing I can really pinpoint in that dream with a cause is the four teens and them breaking into a crazed violent attack. It was thanks to the four diliriously insipid Hispanic kids that were pulling down their pants and feeling themselves up followed by blatant thievery in a local Subway. Then they audaciously return to yell at the workers for coming out to take down the license plate number. The employees then ran behind the counter afraid that they were going to be shot. It was just incredible.
As for the rest of it- I can't even begin to fathom where all of the nonsense came from. I don't really think I want to either.
on the outnote: "honey, put your mask on." "yep."
The first set of them were all based on the movie "Crank," which we had watched just before bed. So I spent the whole night trying to kill myself unsuccessfully. This included shooting myself in the head three times. The first two were with pistols, and the last was with a shotgun under the chin. No luck. Then I tried hurling myself off of a cliff or two. One of those instances, I was in a winnebago, and I was supposed to be going with a couple of other people. One died, but the other decided, at the last minute, not to go- so when I woke up at the bottom of the ravine, there was the other person saying, "yeah, I backed out" yadda yadda, which I thought made her into a coward- but she's like, we have to go because you're supposed to be dead, and we don't want people suspecting anything. So we have to move on and reinvent our lives. Screwy (and kind of funny), huh? That was nothing.
Last night was much much worse. It started with a vacuum cleaner that was out for blood. Since it was possible to insult it and hurt its feelings, it went all haywire (and people wonder why I abhor robots). First it started to destroy my childhood home, and I had to keep trying to "kill" it by breaking off attachments/appendages that just keep growing and extending. DEATH TO THE VACUUM CLEANER! Anyway, so it's tearing into the floors and the ceilings and trying to attack me, and I have to tell my father that I pissed off the vacuum, which I know he's not going to believe or understand, and that I've, consequently, destroyed our house. I'm crying up a storm, and he's entirely confused, which means he's also angry. Dad doesn't like to be confused. So he goes straight to the "problem," which is to try to fix the vacuum cleaner, which is just an inanimate object, right? Except it traps him and is strangling the life out of him. So I have to cut him free.
In the meantime, the family (including some extended family) want to go out for breakfast or lunch, and two kids just show up out of nowhere because they want to "tour" the house. WTF? They're new to the neighborhood, and I pretty much tell them to get lost, but my family is much nicer than I am, so they let them stay, and it happens that our home has direct access to a semi-private pool, and that's really why they want to stay. I finally tell them they can use the pool, but the family is leaving, and we're locking up the house (I have no clue what happened to the crazed vacuum. I think we succeeded in pulling its plug), which makes the little bratsl cranky. Whatever. I wanted to hit both of them- they were boys between the ages of 8 & 12, which are the worst ages for boys. Out we go.
Now, if you think that's strange, just you wait. I'm out driving around, the family has disappeared, pretty much. It's dark, and instead of being in my childhood city, I'm in my hometown where I was born. And it's dark. Dark as in night, dark as in feeling, dark as in- holy hell. And I don't know where I'm going, but I'm half driving, half riding a bike. No clue how that works. But I'm lost, and I am going through streets and alleyways with huge buildings on all sides, it's all dark, and there's a parking lot with a huge selection of bicycles. 4 people, kids or teens, actually, who are black and hispanic are walking away from it. I'm going to ask directions, but one starts running and three of them jump him and start beating the crap out of him, so I turn and run the other way as fast as I can. They see me, and they follow. It turns out I'm in gangland. the WHOLE CITY is gangs. This gang against that gang, and you do not want to be alone and a girl in this city. SO I keep driving, back in the car, and gangs are coming after me, but my car only goes, like 2 miles per hour, but I still use it to try to run them over and push them out of the way. Driving through alleys and one-way streets, then through some buildings, and a dock to a dinner cruise (WTF????) Coming out of that empty dock (because no one in that city is going on a dinner cruise ever again), I end up walking in a REALLY bad alley. It was the only way out of that dinner cruise thing, and the real reason why no one goes anymore- because the worst gang of them all is out there. And you're wholly screwed if you go out that door. So, they got me.
Then the whole thing changes, and I'm bound in these horrible chains and trapped with this sadistic SOB (who kind of looks like Bruce Willis, go figure) in a white room and I'm sexually tortured for a good long while (like he's trying to pay me back for being in that God-awful Quentin Tarantino film, Pulp Fiction) as I'm begging to be let go and trying anything else I can to escape. No luck. When he's all done, he throws me into a room of girls and slaves (who, for some unknown reason, are all suffering from Stockholm Syndrome and are just Patty Hursts from hell) all I want is out. All of the girls in the madman's harem are all begging for that psychotic SOB to pay attention to them, and I'm clawing like mad to get OUT.
I don't know how, but I do, and I'm back in gangland. I run right into the middle of a gang that actually turns out to be HELPFUL gang who are collecting stufff to distribute like some Red Cross effort. I have no clue what happened after that. All I know is that I wake up sick to my stomach with utter disgust.
And I'm still tired.
The only thing I can really pinpoint in that dream with a cause is the four teens and them breaking into a crazed violent attack. It was thanks to the four diliriously insipid Hispanic kids that were pulling down their pants and feeling themselves up followed by blatant thievery in a local Subway. Then they audaciously return to yell at the workers for coming out to take down the license plate number. The employees then ran behind the counter afraid that they were going to be shot. It was just incredible.
As for the rest of it- I can't even begin to fathom where all of the nonsense came from. I don't really think I want to either.
on the outnote: "honey, put your mask on." "yep."