I don't get these often
Here's a thing about what I think was a nightmare. It was pretty ridiculously vivid.
I wake in my nightmare to a beautiful womans embrace in a bed i don't recognize. The room is large and partly partitioned and I can see a man that I somehow know intuitively is my best friend and roommate. The woman I've woken to, petite with fair blonde hair and sparse freckles, greets me with a warm smile. I suddenly know this to be my wife and am aware we know each other very well and that she loves me, but I feel uneasy, distrusting of this brand new yet so familiar smile. Her attitude towards me seem to turn quickly as she walks around in the next room, presumably a kitchen, preparing breakfast and coffee for my flatmate and me. She harps about me being late for work and protests the fact that she feels as though she has to work too hard to support us. I get the notion that perhaps I'm a renegaide doctor, or some other such proffesion where I am paid handsomely, but that I am dissatisfied with the work and therefore am unreliable when it comes to arriving. That perhaps whatever it is I do, I am a master of the trade, but do it halfheartedly for lack of inspiration. I decide to explore the home I've been transported to. The first room I enter is fairly baren and has the look of a long period of abandonment. Walls with streaks of what appears to be rust lines left from moisture on the walls are abundant and centipedes, dust, and cobwebs adorn the few items furnishing the room. A cot, a guitar, and several Items I felt were misplaced, such as empty hangers and bottles in the center of the floor. I'm made uncomfortable by my own wonderings of who this room belonged to. I begin to assume this was, at one point, my own room, and that I have left it to be in a more accomodating space with my bride. The next room I enter has only two walls. It sits on a corner of the house, and pillars in rows support the structure where the walls would have been. This room is calming and inviting. The floors are a lush, soft grass. One wall houses what I recognize as past pets of mine. Tanks with Iguanas, various common lizards indigenous of Florida, fish tanks with bottom feeders, hamster cages, and kenneled cats and dogs. At my feet a nearly earsplitting medley of tones, like that of a box of tuning forks being dropped to the floor erupts. I am not startled by this noise because I know it comes from my most recent and most loved pet. He is a purple and navy blue saucer shaped creature. A sort of manta ray from the ocean, yet he floats nearly knee heigh effortlessly in the air. He sports a long tail with a diamond shaped point at the end that I sense isn't dangerous, but more of a appendage. I can tell I have a deep love for this creature and his clanking voices are soothing, and two of his fellows join him from outside. I venture out between the pillars into what appears to be an appartments parking area. I notice my own house is attached to several others, and our roofs form sprawling brick pathways. I catch a glimpse of my room mate climbing up and begining a stroll along the walkways and decide to follow. At the peak of the rooftops, an octogonal convergence, sits a bowl of cereal. I know a woman a who lives near us had cereal destroy her car, and as I walk past the bowl my wife arrives and and accuses me of the being the one that ruined the cars. Fed up with my awkward living arrangements, I seek out temporary escape. I arrive in the woods at a safe in a clearing. I enter no code but am able to effortlessly open the safe. It produces an oddly textured skateboard with several wheels. As I mount the board several younger men materialize in the clearning. I begin to recognize them as old friends, aquaintances, and people I loathed. Each one wears a sincire grin and I feel they honestly are happy to see me. We all begin to ride madly on what seems to be a dirtbike trail through the dark woods. I have conversations with the young man next to me. I recognize him as a classmate from my clarkston OTEC class. We did some cartooning and videography together, but I think he always mocked me when I was away from the groups. As we ride I feel my board loosing peices and wheels. We stop at the safe to deposit what's left of the treasure I discovered, but the police have arrived at the clearing with my wife. She's having the officers insert absurdly large objects into the tiny safe. These items I can recognize as pianos, guitars, amplifiers.
I wake in my nightmare to a beautiful womans embrace in a bed i don't recognize. The room is large and partly partitioned and I can see a man that I somehow know intuitively is my best friend and roommate. The woman I've woken to, petite with fair blonde hair and sparse freckles, greets me with a warm smile. I suddenly know this to be my wife and am aware we know each other very well and that she loves me, but I feel uneasy, distrusting of this brand new yet so familiar smile. Her attitude towards me seem to turn quickly as she walks around in the next room, presumably a kitchen, preparing breakfast and coffee for my flatmate and me. She harps about me being late for work and protests the fact that she feels as though she has to work too hard to support us. I get the notion that perhaps I'm a renegaide doctor, or some other such proffesion where I am paid handsomely, but that I am dissatisfied with the work and therefore am unreliable when it comes to arriving. That perhaps whatever it is I do, I am a master of the trade, but do it halfheartedly for lack of inspiration. I decide to explore the home I've been transported to. The first room I enter is fairly baren and has the look of a long period of abandonment. Walls with streaks of what appears to be rust lines left from moisture on the walls are abundant and centipedes, dust, and cobwebs adorn the few items furnishing the room. A cot, a guitar, and several Items I felt were misplaced, such as empty hangers and bottles in the center of the floor. I'm made uncomfortable by my own wonderings of who this room belonged to. I begin to assume this was, at one point, my own room, and that I have left it to be in a more accomodating space with my bride. The next room I enter has only two walls. It sits on a corner of the house, and pillars in rows support the structure where the walls would have been. This room is calming and inviting. The floors are a lush, soft grass. One wall houses what I recognize as past pets of mine. Tanks with Iguanas, various common lizards indigenous of Florida, fish tanks with bottom feeders, hamster cages, and kenneled cats and dogs. At my feet a nearly earsplitting medley of tones, like that of a box of tuning forks being dropped to the floor erupts. I am not startled by this noise because I know it comes from my most recent and most loved pet. He is a purple and navy blue saucer shaped creature. A sort of manta ray from the ocean, yet he floats nearly knee heigh effortlessly in the air. He sports a long tail with a diamond shaped point at the end that I sense isn't dangerous, but more of a appendage. I can tell I have a deep love for this creature and his clanking voices are soothing, and two of his fellows join him from outside. I venture out between the pillars into what appears to be an appartments parking area. I notice my own house is attached to several others, and our roofs form sprawling brick pathways. I catch a glimpse of my room mate climbing up and begining a stroll along the walkways and decide to follow. At the peak of the rooftops, an octogonal convergence, sits a bowl of cereal. I know a woman a who lives near us had cereal destroy her car, and as I walk past the bowl my wife arrives and and accuses me of the being the one that ruined the cars. Fed up with my awkward living arrangements, I seek out temporary escape. I arrive in the woods at a safe in a clearing. I enter no code but am able to effortlessly open the safe. It produces an oddly textured skateboard with several wheels. As I mount the board several younger men materialize in the clearning. I begin to recognize them as old friends, aquaintances, and people I loathed. Each one wears a sincire grin and I feel they honestly are happy to see me. We all begin to ride madly on what seems to be a dirtbike trail through the dark woods. I have conversations with the young man next to me. I recognize him as a classmate from my clarkston OTEC class. We did some cartooning and videography together, but I think he always mocked me when I was away from the groups. As we ride I feel my board loosing peices and wheels. We stop at the safe to deposit what's left of the treasure I discovered, but the police have arrived at the clearing with my wife. She's having the officers insert absurdly large objects into the tiny safe. These items I can recognize as pianos, guitars, amplifiers.