Not quite sure how to describe this dream.
I was at my dad's. IRL, he inherited my grandmother's 100 acre property. In my dream, there was a war going on, and soldiers were travelling past the house. I was standing in the garage, looking out the front, watching the soldiers disappear past the bend. When the last one vanished, there was a huge explosion. Out from across the bend come running these huge demons, their bodies engulfed in flames. The flames were liquid, kind of like lava. I figured, oh, hell, nobody survived that. The demons threw fire/liquid fire EVERYWHERE. People were running, people were screaming... I ran into the cellar and quickly shut the door behind me. I figured that they didn't know there was a cellar, so I'd be safe.
But when I got in the cellar, it was completely empty. No shelves, so jars like I remember. Nothing but a square of concrete, and two guys in sunglasses and trenchcoats staring at me in disbelief. They said something about their cover being blown because I had seen them. I, however, didn't care who or what they were, I just wanted away from the demons. So I pleaded that they had to save me. They told me to come with them, and walked to this OTHER door, of which i never knew had been there. When he opened it, we stepped in, only to step out into a shopping mall who-knows-where.
They took me to this area where this person could help me, but first, I'd need to stand in this LONG line to a machine that would reveal ALL of your information (even stuff you didn't even know about), just by imputting your online password. I told the men that I had four passwords. They said to put in all four. When the long lineup was cleared, and it was my turn, I input all of my passwords. The man was was supposed to protect me comes out from behind the scenes, ever so curious, because he STILL knew nothing about me, as all the passwords either gave him information to "Rainechan" or "Seth Phoenix". So I needed to give clothing samples. At that point, I am stark naked, in a mall. I am covering myself with my arms and hands as best as I can. Some guy makes a crude comment about my ass, and I tell him that it's not very funny. He replies with "Oh, come on. It was a common thing to say in the Renaissance." to which I say "Yeah, except right now, we're in the Modern era!"
I am then sitting in a bus that is taking me... who knows where. It was going to make a stop by my car, and I figured I'd hop out and grab something I had forgotten. Meanwhile, there is this adorable little girl sitting next to me, practically stuck on me. Her mother, sitting in the seat behind us, keeps telling her not to sit so close to me, that it was rude of her. And she goes "But mommy! She smells good!" XD She was referring to my sparkling Mango body spray. So I tell her that I had to go get something in my car, but that I'd bring back the body spray so that she could wear some.
I reached the car, and as I am fiddling with trying to find what it was that I had forgotten, I wake up.
On a non dream-related note, last night was Shakedown's last gig before going on indefinite hiatus. I got to sing, and I got a nice long hug from Sammy. I didn't cry, but today I really want to.
In a little bit, I'll be walking to Heritage Park (walking, because I don't want to deal with crazy parking, or lack thereof). The radio station I listen to, WRIF, is hosting their 3rd annual "Rocktoberfest". Special guest will be none other than Slash, formerly of Guns'N'Roses.
I'm a little bit excited, here.
Raine