my weird dream
i had a really weird dream last night,...and it was so vivid and insane that i felt really compelled to remember it and so i wrote it out. im posting this on my LJ, my MSN Blog, and on DA. just cause. so here it is,..the events herein have NO association to ANY of my thoughts lately,...i havent even thought about the war in ages,...but anyhow, here's the dream:
my dream starts off, and im in this city, and it looks like the slums in japan, and oddly enough, i can fly, so im running and essentially leaping very high and for long distances. i pass by people i know and talk to them for a bit. there was some other part involving dragons, but i forget now. but anyhow, the dream moves on and i find myself in a car.
im driving through the countryside, and then i turned onto the highway, and just as im coming on the highway, i catch glimpse of all these people falling and smashing into the pavement. its then that i realise the whole highway is covered in them, and all the people in their cars are in a panic. when i look up, i see large bomber planes, except they're not dropping bombs, but people. live people, no less. by this time, ive gotten out of the car, and saw up close one of the people who had fallen, his eyes wide open, mouth silently gasping for air, and lying in a pool of blood. when i look up to see the second wave come, i rush into my car just in time to miss being hit by these falling bodies. later on, im outside with other drivers, and there's mass confusion and talk of this being iraqis dropping all of their wounded or diseased on our land as an agressive symbol of the innocents involved in the war. then i see this guy that's dressed up like a guestapo, and he's running around with japanese swords and a gun, and he's shooting or slashing all the drivers on the freeway who are seeking cover in their cars, and screaming stuff at us. at one point, he tries to shoot me, and i duck behind a car, and some guy from acar near by knocks him over, and i grab a small knife that fell from his pocket or something and try throwing it at him, but miss, and somehow end up cutting open my finger too.
somehow, time passes, and i'm at a supposed cousin's house now, and all these random people are there. they're all just talking and stuff, and i make my way downstairs and say hi to all these people i'm supposed to know. i walk into this other room, and theres people playing pool at a pool table, and a bar there as well, and jack's behind the bar, giving out drinks, but when i sit down, he gives me a fork and knife, and talks about cake.
later on that night, i'm up in my room, but for some reason, tanya's there, she's apparently sleeping over. in my bed, no less. and i've got my futon bed back, so there's room for the two of us. so we're talking, and about to go sleep, and there's this little 7 year old indian girl, and she's chatting on msn to her friends, and we tell her we're going to go sleep, so she should leave and get some sleep too, and her mom comes in our room and akes her to bed.
then, i find myself not as a person, but an observer, and there's the guestapo guy from the highway, and he's got all these kids with him, and the assumption is that these kids are the children of those deceased from the attack on the highway. it turns out, hes been making snuff films of these kids getting killed or injured. i catch small pieces of him filming this one girl getting her leg shot off. the kids, who are all about 7 or 8 are all scared shitless, and somehow manage to stick with him anyways, and he travels around with the children, taking them to various places, under the guise of a teacher leading a field trip.
i flash back to the highway again, and the place is now covered in bodies, cars are stopped and crashed into railings and eachother, and it's pure chaos, but it appears the "dumpings" have stopped. and there's a mayor or something and she's telling us all about how, they suspect this was also a form of chemical warfare, as all the people dropped were diseased with some plague, that can be spread through the blood, saliva, and is also airborne and that any of us who have come into close contact are probably diseased, and that they wont be able to clear up the mess before the bodies decay, and the highway also has some sort of drainage system, but it's completely clogged up now by blood and pieces of people, that in no time, the bridge will reek of blood and organs, baking in the sun.
thats when i wake up.
:| my brain hurts,...i feel somewhat emotionally drained from having that dream.
my dream starts off, and im in this city, and it looks like the slums in japan, and oddly enough, i can fly, so im running and essentially leaping very high and for long distances. i pass by people i know and talk to them for a bit. there was some other part involving dragons, but i forget now. but anyhow, the dream moves on and i find myself in a car.
im driving through the countryside, and then i turned onto the highway, and just as im coming on the highway, i catch glimpse of all these people falling and smashing into the pavement. its then that i realise the whole highway is covered in them, and all the people in their cars are in a panic. when i look up, i see large bomber planes, except they're not dropping bombs, but people. live people, no less. by this time, ive gotten out of the car, and saw up close one of the people who had fallen, his eyes wide open, mouth silently gasping for air, and lying in a pool of blood. when i look up to see the second wave come, i rush into my car just in time to miss being hit by these falling bodies. later on, im outside with other drivers, and there's mass confusion and talk of this being iraqis dropping all of their wounded or diseased on our land as an agressive symbol of the innocents involved in the war. then i see this guy that's dressed up like a guestapo, and he's running around with japanese swords and a gun, and he's shooting or slashing all the drivers on the freeway who are seeking cover in their cars, and screaming stuff at us. at one point, he tries to shoot me, and i duck behind a car, and some guy from acar near by knocks him over, and i grab a small knife that fell from his pocket or something and try throwing it at him, but miss, and somehow end up cutting open my finger too.
somehow, time passes, and i'm at a supposed cousin's house now, and all these random people are there. they're all just talking and stuff, and i make my way downstairs and say hi to all these people i'm supposed to know. i walk into this other room, and theres people playing pool at a pool table, and a bar there as well, and jack's behind the bar, giving out drinks, but when i sit down, he gives me a fork and knife, and talks about cake.
later on that night, i'm up in my room, but for some reason, tanya's there, she's apparently sleeping over. in my bed, no less. and i've got my futon bed back, so there's room for the two of us. so we're talking, and about to go sleep, and there's this little 7 year old indian girl, and she's chatting on msn to her friends, and we tell her we're going to go sleep, so she should leave and get some sleep too, and her mom comes in our room and akes her to bed.
then, i find myself not as a person, but an observer, and there's the guestapo guy from the highway, and he's got all these kids with him, and the assumption is that these kids are the children of those deceased from the attack on the highway. it turns out, hes been making snuff films of these kids getting killed or injured. i catch small pieces of him filming this one girl getting her leg shot off. the kids, who are all about 7 or 8 are all scared shitless, and somehow manage to stick with him anyways, and he travels around with the children, taking them to various places, under the guise of a teacher leading a field trip.
i flash back to the highway again, and the place is now covered in bodies, cars are stopped and crashed into railings and eachother, and it's pure chaos, but it appears the "dumpings" have stopped. and there's a mayor or something and she's telling us all about how, they suspect this was also a form of chemical warfare, as all the people dropped were diseased with some plague, that can be spread through the blood, saliva, and is also airborne and that any of us who have come into close contact are probably diseased, and that they wont be able to clear up the mess before the bodies decay, and the highway also has some sort of drainage system, but it's completely clogged up now by blood and pieces of people, that in no time, the bridge will reek of blood and organs, baking in the sun.
thats when i wake up.
:| my brain hurts,...i feel somewhat emotionally drained from having that dream.