Dreams that make you feel disgusting
Here is my dream that made me feel queer, disturbed and gross this morning. I woke up an hour before my alarm clock but could not fall asleep again because the thought of my dream just revolted me so much.
I am sitting on a bench in front of a big box store like the Safeway on Arbutus Street. There is a big parking lot in front of it and a bit of shrubbery. My mom is there. For some reason I have just come home from somewhere like work, but I cannot get into the house because I forgot my keys. I have to sleep in the street. It is dark, maybe midnight. The street lights are shining in the parking lot. I find this Duvet cover which is two sided. One side has plastic and the other side is fuzzy. For some reason, if you cuddle up in the plastic side, it works. I am very tired and scramble to the shrubbery to get away from the lights and the sound of the traffic. I am just able to get warm and comfortable when Dr. Wayne Goodey (my ecology prof) walks over top of me. I've been caught and am very embarrassed. He takes me away in a comfy greyhound bus. There are other juvenile delinquents in the bus. We arrive at a huge estate Goodey is keeping to house juvenile delinquents and drug addicts; lower class children who don't have any family or any guidance. They are very thin and have ragged clothing and are dirty. I end up in a room which has white walls, very strong lights, and is crowded with noisy children. I am tired and want to sleep so I decide to wander the estate and feel a dark and quiet patch. Either that or I'm trying to escape. In the next room I wander into, all the kids are smoking pot and it is stuffy and I just want to get out of there. I can even smell the pot. The air is filled with a white haze and I can feel my lungs clogging up. I rush out of there with a new found friend. I think I am safe when until my friend is ambushed with a flock of girls who have syringes filled with cocaine. They try to coax my friend to try the cocaine and it is agonizing watching her being tempted. I quickly pull her out of there. Somehow Wayne had found out some kids tried to escape so he put us in the bus (or the back of an army like truck). I thought all the kids were crazy arts kids who had no brains and only did drugs until I spotted my brother's old friends: Graham, Dylan and Thomas. I talked to them and felt a little better because Graham used to like science. They seemed more mature and not so much out of control as the other kids (acting like monkeys). I think I tried to escape again. We were put onto a gym floor. I remember trying to crawl away but a volleyball tournament started. A ball went straight to one of my teammates and she would have been able to volley it back, but she didn't. She came over to me and complained it was in my zone but it obviously wasn't. I realized there were six people in the court when there should only be five. I knelt down a picked a scab on my knee and then it started to bleed. The bleeding didn't stop quickly like it should. It just kept coming. I tried to crawl away unnoticed but I dripped some blood which got absorbed into the court. The opposite team noticed me and then I was hurt so they had to put bandaids on me a keep me in the sick bay where I would have no chance of running away from the aweful place. Then I woke up.
I am sitting on a bench in front of a big box store like the Safeway on Arbutus Street. There is a big parking lot in front of it and a bit of shrubbery. My mom is there. For some reason I have just come home from somewhere like work, but I cannot get into the house because I forgot my keys. I have to sleep in the street. It is dark, maybe midnight. The street lights are shining in the parking lot. I find this Duvet cover which is two sided. One side has plastic and the other side is fuzzy. For some reason, if you cuddle up in the plastic side, it works. I am very tired and scramble to the shrubbery to get away from the lights and the sound of the traffic. I am just able to get warm and comfortable when Dr. Wayne Goodey (my ecology prof) walks over top of me. I've been caught and am very embarrassed. He takes me away in a comfy greyhound bus. There are other juvenile delinquents in the bus. We arrive at a huge estate Goodey is keeping to house juvenile delinquents and drug addicts; lower class children who don't have any family or any guidance. They are very thin and have ragged clothing and are dirty. I end up in a room which has white walls, very strong lights, and is crowded with noisy children. I am tired and want to sleep so I decide to wander the estate and feel a dark and quiet patch. Either that or I'm trying to escape. In the next room I wander into, all the kids are smoking pot and it is stuffy and I just want to get out of there. I can even smell the pot. The air is filled with a white haze and I can feel my lungs clogging up. I rush out of there with a new found friend. I think I am safe when until my friend is ambushed with a flock of girls who have syringes filled with cocaine. They try to coax my friend to try the cocaine and it is agonizing watching her being tempted. I quickly pull her out of there. Somehow Wayne had found out some kids tried to escape so he put us in the bus (or the back of an army like truck). I thought all the kids were crazy arts kids who had no brains and only did drugs until I spotted my brother's old friends: Graham, Dylan and Thomas. I talked to them and felt a little better because Graham used to like science. They seemed more mature and not so much out of control as the other kids (acting like monkeys). I think I tried to escape again. We were put onto a gym floor. I remember trying to crawl away but a volleyball tournament started. A ball went straight to one of my teammates and she would have been able to volley it back, but she didn't. She came over to me and complained it was in my zone but it obviously wasn't. I realized there were six people in the court when there should only be five. I knelt down a picked a scab on my knee and then it started to bleed. The bleeding didn't stop quickly like it should. It just kept coming. I tried to crawl away unnoticed but I dripped some blood which got absorbed into the court. The opposite team noticed me and then I was hurt so they had to put bandaids on me a keep me in the sick bay where I would have no chance of running away from the aweful place. Then I woke up.