Dreams For Sale!
I'm pretty much just angry at the world right now. The whole world. All of it. Even the parts that are underwater. I feel either harassed, betrayed, or hungry at any given time. I should quit my day job and be emo. I heard people suddenly stop liking you and miraculously leave you the hell alone when you get a job in the emo department. Also, I hear it comes with a free myspace profile, and some song lyrics to post on my livejournal. All in all I suppose that might not be so bad! I mean.. what else am I supposed to do with all these... feelings...
Feelings! PAH!* Dream 1: Last week. I dreamed that I was fishing with some friends. I don't know where we were, but there was more water than land, and everything seemed a little too clean to be normal. We fished in the sea for a while, catching nothing, and spending a lot of time staring out into the distant gray waves in silence. I'm not sure why, but we moved to a part of the water that was contained mostly by a man made structure. There were multiple levels in the pools, and the stone underneath the crisp, clear water was a strange white color.
My friend cast her line out blindly, and set her pole on the ground next to her without care. I don't know why, but something compelled me at that very moment, and I found myself grabbing her fishing pole before it ever fully made contact with the ground. The instant it was in my hands I felt something pulling on the line, and it was strong. I yelled to my friend to help me, but she only sat there apathetically as I was pulled into the water by a mystery fish that must have been as strong as a car.
After a while of me screaming and being dragged around in the crystal clear water and trying hard to avoid the deep spots my friends scrambled into the water to help. We didn't have a net, and even if we did have one the fish would have been too big for it, so we used a sheet, and wrapped the struggling fish in it. It was the ugliest thing i'd ever seen, and it was bigger than me. Imagine this fish, but more brown and with a few extra things sticking out of it. I recall being especially disturbed by the wiggling brown appendage it had that resembled a turkey neck.
* Dream 2: Monday Night. I had my most disturbing dream to date. I woke up feeling a little bit sick, and scared in a strange way. Not that normal kind of scared where you're checking the closet for ghosts. The kind of scared that leaves you feeling unsettled and inconsolable. Like a thin film of sticky coldness all over you. In my dream there were zombies. Usually this is enough to cause me to go into a fit of panic and lose sleep for the rest of the night, but this dream isn't like any normal zombie dream.
It started at night. I watched out the window as zombies wandered the streets. Not a lot of them, just two or three, poking around at things aimlessly. Somehow it had been discovered (or observed maybe) that zombies were not the mindless killing entities that we had originally thought. Someone had discovered that zombies possessed a very base sense of humanity. For some reason I found that terrifying, and I sat there by that window, staring down at the dark streets, watching the zombies going about their business.
One zombie stopped in my front yard, and crouched down, picking up a giant conch shell that was settled in the grass. She held it up and inspected it, trying to see inside of it at one point, and then holding it to her ear at the next. At that moment I felt most horrified. Seeing a curious zombie. Curious! I couldn't shake that feeling in my stomach, like there was something heavy in there. I sat at the window and watched them the entire night, and through the next morning.
In the colorless early morning hours I watched the zombie who had been displaying such curiosity in my front lawn just hours before mindlessly attack a very young boy in a blue baseball cap. There was blood everywhere. I remember the tv behind me droning on and on as two people argued on a talk show over whether or not it was ethical to kill zombies now that it had been discovered that they weren't completely mindless. God that dream gave me the chills.
* Dream 3: Forgotten.
Feelings! PAH!* Dream 1: Last week. I dreamed that I was fishing with some friends. I don't know where we were, but there was more water than land, and everything seemed a little too clean to be normal. We fished in the sea for a while, catching nothing, and spending a lot of time staring out into the distant gray waves in silence. I'm not sure why, but we moved to a part of the water that was contained mostly by a man made structure. There were multiple levels in the pools, and the stone underneath the crisp, clear water was a strange white color.
My friend cast her line out blindly, and set her pole on the ground next to her without care. I don't know why, but something compelled me at that very moment, and I found myself grabbing her fishing pole before it ever fully made contact with the ground. The instant it was in my hands I felt something pulling on the line, and it was strong. I yelled to my friend to help me, but she only sat there apathetically as I was pulled into the water by a mystery fish that must have been as strong as a car.
After a while of me screaming and being dragged around in the crystal clear water and trying hard to avoid the deep spots my friends scrambled into the water to help. We didn't have a net, and even if we did have one the fish would have been too big for it, so we used a sheet, and wrapped the struggling fish in it. It was the ugliest thing i'd ever seen, and it was bigger than me. Imagine this fish, but more brown and with a few extra things sticking out of it. I recall being especially disturbed by the wiggling brown appendage it had that resembled a turkey neck.
* Dream 2: Monday Night. I had my most disturbing dream to date. I woke up feeling a little bit sick, and scared in a strange way. Not that normal kind of scared where you're checking the closet for ghosts. The kind of scared that leaves you feeling unsettled and inconsolable. Like a thin film of sticky coldness all over you. In my dream there were zombies. Usually this is enough to cause me to go into a fit of panic and lose sleep for the rest of the night, but this dream isn't like any normal zombie dream.
It started at night. I watched out the window as zombies wandered the streets. Not a lot of them, just two or three, poking around at things aimlessly. Somehow it had been discovered (or observed maybe) that zombies were not the mindless killing entities that we had originally thought. Someone had discovered that zombies possessed a very base sense of humanity. For some reason I found that terrifying, and I sat there by that window, staring down at the dark streets, watching the zombies going about their business.
One zombie stopped in my front yard, and crouched down, picking up a giant conch shell that was settled in the grass. She held it up and inspected it, trying to see inside of it at one point, and then holding it to her ear at the next. At that moment I felt most horrified. Seeing a curious zombie. Curious! I couldn't shake that feeling in my stomach, like there was something heavy in there. I sat at the window and watched them the entire night, and through the next morning.
In the colorless early morning hours I watched the zombie who had been displaying such curiosity in my front lawn just hours before mindlessly attack a very young boy in a blue baseball cap. There was blood everywhere. I remember the tv behind me droning on and on as two people argued on a talk show over whether or not it was ethical to kill zombies now that it had been discovered that they weren't completely mindless. God that dream gave me the chills.
* Dream 3: Forgotten.