More Dreams Means it's Time for a New Tag
I'm gonna try and utilize lj cuts and non-dream information just to break this up a bit.
Today I contacted two potential roommates. One's a student my age with an apartment. The other's a house with three gay men, the youngest of which is 33.
I’m gonna start in media res, as I don’t remember how it began.
This dream featured various members from the cast of Seinfeld. I was probably not myself in this dream, which isn’t abnormal for me. At some point I found myself being taken along with a person (I never saw who) who was killing off everyone in the cast. I was inside of the Seinfeld world, so it wasn’t like the person killed Jerry Stiller, he killed Mr. Costanza. And boy did he kill him. Like, I think in the dream he killed most of them, including people they were with at the time, although right now the most clearly I remember is when he killed Mr. Costanza and George, and two other women in front of a brownstone. Mr. Costanza took a clean shot to the head from the car we were sitting in.
At some point after the killing I wasn’t with him anymore, but I was with Elaine and some other woman (at this point I might have been witnessing this from third person, so to speak). They were walking somewhere, to talk about the deaths, but then the dream shifted abruptly and became this small blonde boy, standing on a wooden box in front of a class, telling the classmates about how his family (or someone close) had been killed. And then I think it shifted again, but I can’t remember how anymore.
The other dream I had was that my mom died. The worse part was that I missed the funeral, because no one remembered to tell me about it. That dream gave me that empty, desperate feeling. I remembered doing a lot of wandering around a downtown shopping area. And towards then end, when talking to my sister, saying “well, now I can get that spider tattoo,” which references to something I’ve thought before. I’ve considered getting a spider tattoo in tribute to my mom and her love of Spider-Man.
Tomorrow my sister and brother-in-law are gone for a solid week on vacation in San Diego. This means me and Joey will be left up to our own devices even more so.
Joey: Just so you know, I'm gonna sleep buck naked every night.
Me: Ok. Why?
Joey: Because it's symbolic.
In their absence I relish being able to buy what I want to eat. He takes his clothes off.
The dream I had last night was pretty ridiculous, in that it couldn't commit to anything, as far as setting and story lines go. Another sorta in media res thing,
So I've been kidnapped and am being held in a man's basement. I've been down there for some time longer than this new girl, who has recently been brought down to the basement. She's more tough than I am (or maybe my will's been broken, I don't know), and she starts to fight back against our captor, who looks kinda like Quentin Tarantino.
While she's fighting him I run over to one of the wooden doors and break though it with my shoulder (why this door leads to the street in front of his house, I have no idea). I run across the street and run into the neighbor's house, apologizing for not knocking, but I'd been locked up in their neighbor's basement and really needed to GTFO. So the wife is okay with letting me use their phone so I can call for a ride.
However I don't know where I am and for some reason I have 4 babies that I have to take with me. I wasn't concerned about whose babies they were. The husband comes home and talks with the wife. I think I overheard what they were saying and realized that we were in some part of Hayward (where I grew up). I started to think of some relatives I could call when the wife says they've decided to drive me home.
The husband, carrying one baby, the wife, and me, carrying the other three, head out to their car. As we walk up to it, my abductor gets into the backseat of the car with a toddler with a bowl cut (who I get the feeling is also abducted). Now he looks like Benjamin Bratt. [I don't even know why I bothered to remember he exists.] I yell that he's gotten into the car and we all run back into the house and lock the door and the foyer door.
I watch as he walks through both doors, knowing that I am fucked. I start to run away but he catches up with me and stabs me in the back and I die. But then I get up. I'm a ghost! [This is the first time that I know of that I've ever died in a dream.]
I walk over to the kitchen where the couple was. No one can see me yet. I start beating the crap out of the guy, and when he's down on the floor on his back, I begin stomping his nuts as hard as I can. Then I stop and think to myself "wait a minute... what if he likes that?" I look at him to see if he's in pain, and now the abductor looks like Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, whose nut sack I'd love to touch in any other circumstance.
He gives me this blank look like he's not registering anything. I kill him, but I don't remember how. I don't think the couple sees me yet, so I think "hey, I'll say something like, nice and touching to them." But the husband speaks Spanish. I don't, but I figure I'm a ghost, so maybe if I just say random words and make Spanish noises he'll understand me." And I proceed to do this. I remember saying "la esparanza" and some other gibberish. He just looks at me and is like "what are you talking about?" I think I explained myself and then left, because I had to go save the other woman.
I get over to the basement and she's laying in this bed looking kinda like she's been drugged or something, but the kind of drugged where she's all blissed out. I ask her how's it been and all I remember her saying is that he keeps her down there and has sex with her. Hiding under the covers is the toddler with the bowl cut for some reason.
After this I leave, and at some point the dream shifts to me riding on this weird cross between a wheelchair and a vespa. There's a whole thing with me racing with this guy while trying to tell him some funny story. Then the dream shifts again, and I'm riding the weird vespa thing still, but it's less like a wheelchair, and I'm riding through my old elementary school.
We get past one playground area and start to enter into another one when I notice there's some sort of flea market going on. I'm with Allie and she's looking around for a booth that has these glitter rocks that you fish out of a pond, kinda like when you catch your own fish at the fair. We finally find a booth and they look like someone just bedazzled some white rocks.
I see Jeanne looking at a display of rocks. Allie comments that they look cheaply made. I go off on my own to kill some time while she plays the game, walking around the market in circles. For some reason the market has changed into like, a janitorial closet/kitchen set up. It's hard to describe. And since it's filled with black men in scrubs, I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the kitchen in the nursing home I worked in. I wander around that for a while, get harassed, and then leave.
Now, instead of looking around for Allie, I'm looking around for Monique. Some other stuff happens but I don't remember it anymore, and this is long enough as it is.
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Today I contacted two potential roommates. One's a student my age with an apartment. The other's a house with three gay men, the youngest of which is 33.
I’m gonna start in media res, as I don’t remember how it began.
This dream featured various members from the cast of Seinfeld. I was probably not myself in this dream, which isn’t abnormal for me. At some point I found myself being taken along with a person (I never saw who) who was killing off everyone in the cast. I was inside of the Seinfeld world, so it wasn’t like the person killed Jerry Stiller, he killed Mr. Costanza. And boy did he kill him. Like, I think in the dream he killed most of them, including people they were with at the time, although right now the most clearly I remember is when he killed Mr. Costanza and George, and two other women in front of a brownstone. Mr. Costanza took a clean shot to the head from the car we were sitting in.
At some point after the killing I wasn’t with him anymore, but I was with Elaine and some other woman (at this point I might have been witnessing this from third person, so to speak). They were walking somewhere, to talk about the deaths, but then the dream shifted abruptly and became this small blonde boy, standing on a wooden box in front of a class, telling the classmates about how his family (or someone close) had been killed. And then I think it shifted again, but I can’t remember how anymore.
The other dream I had was that my mom died. The worse part was that I missed the funeral, because no one remembered to tell me about it. That dream gave me that empty, desperate feeling. I remembered doing a lot of wandering around a downtown shopping area. And towards then end, when talking to my sister, saying “well, now I can get that spider tattoo,” which references to something I’ve thought before. I’ve considered getting a spider tattoo in tribute to my mom and her love of Spider-Man.
Tomorrow my sister and brother-in-law are gone for a solid week on vacation in San Diego. This means me and Joey will be left up to our own devices even more so.
Joey: Just so you know, I'm gonna sleep buck naked every night.
Me: Ok. Why?
Joey: Because it's symbolic.
In their absence I relish being able to buy what I want to eat. He takes his clothes off.
The dream I had last night was pretty ridiculous, in that it couldn't commit to anything, as far as setting and story lines go. Another sorta in media res thing,
So I've been kidnapped and am being held in a man's basement. I've been down there for some time longer than this new girl, who has recently been brought down to the basement. She's more tough than I am (or maybe my will's been broken, I don't know), and she starts to fight back against our captor, who looks kinda like Quentin Tarantino.
While she's fighting him I run over to one of the wooden doors and break though it with my shoulder (why this door leads to the street in front of his house, I have no idea). I run across the street and run into the neighbor's house, apologizing for not knocking, but I'd been locked up in their neighbor's basement and really needed to GTFO. So the wife is okay with letting me use their phone so I can call for a ride.
However I don't know where I am and for some reason I have 4 babies that I have to take with me. I wasn't concerned about whose babies they were. The husband comes home and talks with the wife. I think I overheard what they were saying and realized that we were in some part of Hayward (where I grew up). I started to think of some relatives I could call when the wife says they've decided to drive me home.
The husband, carrying one baby, the wife, and me, carrying the other three, head out to their car. As we walk up to it, my abductor gets into the backseat of the car with a toddler with a bowl cut (who I get the feeling is also abducted). Now he looks like Benjamin Bratt. [I don't even know why I bothered to remember he exists.] I yell that he's gotten into the car and we all run back into the house and lock the door and the foyer door.
I watch as he walks through both doors, knowing that I am fucked. I start to run away but he catches up with me and stabs me in the back and I die. But then I get up. I'm a ghost! [This is the first time that I know of that I've ever died in a dream.]
I walk over to the kitchen where the couple was. No one can see me yet. I start beating the crap out of the guy, and when he's down on the floor on his back, I begin stomping his nuts as hard as I can. Then I stop and think to myself "wait a minute... what if he likes that?" I look at him to see if he's in pain, and now the abductor looks like Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, whose nut sack I'd love to touch in any other circumstance.
He gives me this blank look like he's not registering anything. I kill him, but I don't remember how. I don't think the couple sees me yet, so I think "hey, I'll say something like, nice and touching to them." But the husband speaks Spanish. I don't, but I figure I'm a ghost, so maybe if I just say random words and make Spanish noises he'll understand me." And I proceed to do this. I remember saying "la esparanza" and some other gibberish. He just looks at me and is like "what are you talking about?" I think I explained myself and then left, because I had to go save the other woman.
I get over to the basement and she's laying in this bed looking kinda like she's been drugged or something, but the kind of drugged where she's all blissed out. I ask her how's it been and all I remember her saying is that he keeps her down there and has sex with her. Hiding under the covers is the toddler with the bowl cut for some reason.
After this I leave, and at some point the dream shifts to me riding on this weird cross between a wheelchair and a vespa. There's a whole thing with me racing with this guy while trying to tell him some funny story. Then the dream shifts again, and I'm riding the weird vespa thing still, but it's less like a wheelchair, and I'm riding through my old elementary school.
We get past one playground area and start to enter into another one when I notice there's some sort of flea market going on. I'm with Allie and she's looking around for a booth that has these glitter rocks that you fish out of a pond, kinda like when you catch your own fish at the fair. We finally find a booth and they look like someone just bedazzled some white rocks.
I see Jeanne looking at a display of rocks. Allie comments that they look cheaply made. I go off on my own to kill some time while she plays the game, walking around the market in circles. For some reason the market has changed into like, a janitorial closet/kitchen set up. It's hard to describe. And since it's filled with black men in scrubs, I'm pretty sure it's supposed to be the kitchen in the nursing home I worked in. I wander around that for a while, get harassed, and then leave.
Now, instead of looking around for Allie, I'm looking around for Monique. Some other stuff happens but I don't remember it anymore, and this is long enough as it is.
Science T-shirts- I suggest looking at all the tabs on the left.
This image ftw.
Attack of the ROFLcopters
Comic-Con: Marvel fans say 'No!' to Ben Affleck as Captain America- I am so very happy for that.
Industrial Light & Merkin To Render Sienna Miller's Ladyparts More Hippie Authentic