Dream
This is just a quick recollection of the events that transpired in a dream I had last night. I wish I could go into extreme detail, and actually make a piece of writing out of it. Seems like I want too much from a stupid dream though. It was so vivid though, when I was dreaming, it ended almost like one of those recurring falling dreams that I used to have, ripping awake right before you hit the ground. It wasn't a nightmare though. I don't qualify any dreams I've had as nightmares though, not since I was young. Does that mean that I'm just not scared of dreams? I'm definitely frightened at times, and the vividness of the dreams doesn't change, always very vivid and I'm aware of how I feel. Just strange that I'm unwilling to call any part of my dreams a nightmare, even just as I'm hitting the ground. Anyway, now that I have created all this ado; my dream. Enjoy, or be bewildered as I was.
Justin and his roommates, Dan and Erin, and I were all at some tropical hotel and resort by the water somewhere. The hotel was overrun by these hooded creatures that were apparently taking or killing everyone else at the resort. I figured out how to get them to leave or to kill them, which was basically staring into their dark hoods, and showing you had no fear of them.
After that resort had been deserted, Katie, Dawn, Justin, Erin, and I were all at some Jamaican resort now. Nearing hurricane season, every employee on the island was sad, antsy, and getting ready to close the resort. Katie and Dawn went out in the city outside the resort and apparently Katie came back with a clit piercing. Dawn had bought a catalogue at the place where she had it done, and Katie picked out a few interchangeable ones. I went to a closed gift shop on a big, wooden ship, and for some reason, Dawn and Katie were working on packing up and leaving. Erin and Justin had left already, I guess. I stole an assortment of stupid gifts; mostly small silver chains with charms or gadgets on them, useless tourist items. I went to Katie's hotel room after that, I guess to give her these things to make her happy and want to be with me, but her room was locked tight. I paced around for a while until a light skinned black woman came and unlocked the door, letting me in the room, which I then found was cleaned out and abandoned. I ran to gather my things, trying not to forget and leave anything. I ran outside, which winds were increasingly high and it was raining steadily now, and I saw her packing her things into a car. I ran to mine and quickly did the same. After I had finished, I went to her car and asked her what she was doing, why she was leaving. She was with an older black lady who was apparently offering to drive her somewhere. Katie said she was going to Pensacola, or some weird city name, and said that was just one of the places she intended to stop and see. She didn't want me to go with her, she was a free spirit. She got in the car and drove away. Crushed, I forgot all about the goods in my pockets. Somehow, instead of leaving by car, I went down some roller-slide, where a few things dropped out of my pockets, and made me remember I had them, which made me anxious and nervous. At the end of the slide was a security checkpoint. The young, cocky looking security guard told me to walk through the sensor, I did, and it made a noise and turned red. He started telling me to empty my pockets and put all metal objects into the tub next to the sensor. Once I had put everything in the tub, he ran it through a separate scanner and it beeped and turned red. He grinned, looked at his female partner, and started instructing me to put my hands behind my head, like he was arresting me. Next thing I know, I'm in a car driving down Lawrence, and it is still raining.
I'm not sure why the people that were in my dream were in it, I can't help that. I also can't help what you do in my dream. It doesn't mean you're a bad person or that I think you are. Its just how my crazy, drug-free brain is firing electrical signals and releasing chemicals down my spine as I sleep. Funny, I've been taught in psychology that you should try to interpret your dreams. That they may have some hidden truths or insight into your future or past. I'd rather not believe that, as most of my dreams don't go how I want them to. I've only once been able to manipulate an active dream as I saw fit, and it was an extremely empowering feeling. I actually woke up, realized I was having a dream, felt happy, and fell back asleep, aiming to continue that dream. I effectively continued the same dream, right where I left off, and finished it how I saw fit. What a life changing experience it was. It has never happened again. So, I guess, interpret this how you see fit. See what you want. Know what you want. Make assumptions, deduce what you will. It was just a dream. Just a very vivid, uninterrupted dream that I had last night, and remembered up to 15 minutes after waking up.
Justin and his roommates, Dan and Erin, and I were all at some tropical hotel and resort by the water somewhere. The hotel was overrun by these hooded creatures that were apparently taking or killing everyone else at the resort. I figured out how to get them to leave or to kill them, which was basically staring into their dark hoods, and showing you had no fear of them.
After that resort had been deserted, Katie, Dawn, Justin, Erin, and I were all at some Jamaican resort now. Nearing hurricane season, every employee on the island was sad, antsy, and getting ready to close the resort. Katie and Dawn went out in the city outside the resort and apparently Katie came back with a clit piercing. Dawn had bought a catalogue at the place where she had it done, and Katie picked out a few interchangeable ones. I went to a closed gift shop on a big, wooden ship, and for some reason, Dawn and Katie were working on packing up and leaving. Erin and Justin had left already, I guess. I stole an assortment of stupid gifts; mostly small silver chains with charms or gadgets on them, useless tourist items. I went to Katie's hotel room after that, I guess to give her these things to make her happy and want to be with me, but her room was locked tight. I paced around for a while until a light skinned black woman came and unlocked the door, letting me in the room, which I then found was cleaned out and abandoned. I ran to gather my things, trying not to forget and leave anything. I ran outside, which winds were increasingly high and it was raining steadily now, and I saw her packing her things into a car. I ran to mine and quickly did the same. After I had finished, I went to her car and asked her what she was doing, why she was leaving. She was with an older black lady who was apparently offering to drive her somewhere. Katie said she was going to Pensacola, or some weird city name, and said that was just one of the places she intended to stop and see. She didn't want me to go with her, she was a free spirit. She got in the car and drove away. Crushed, I forgot all about the goods in my pockets. Somehow, instead of leaving by car, I went down some roller-slide, where a few things dropped out of my pockets, and made me remember I had them, which made me anxious and nervous. At the end of the slide was a security checkpoint. The young, cocky looking security guard told me to walk through the sensor, I did, and it made a noise and turned red. He started telling me to empty my pockets and put all metal objects into the tub next to the sensor. Once I had put everything in the tub, he ran it through a separate scanner and it beeped and turned red. He grinned, looked at his female partner, and started instructing me to put my hands behind my head, like he was arresting me. Next thing I know, I'm in a car driving down Lawrence, and it is still raining.
I'm not sure why the people that were in my dream were in it, I can't help that. I also can't help what you do in my dream. It doesn't mean you're a bad person or that I think you are. Its just how my crazy, drug-free brain is firing electrical signals and releasing chemicals down my spine as I sleep. Funny, I've been taught in psychology that you should try to interpret your dreams. That they may have some hidden truths or insight into your future or past. I'd rather not believe that, as most of my dreams don't go how I want them to. I've only once been able to manipulate an active dream as I saw fit, and it was an extremely empowering feeling. I actually woke up, realized I was having a dream, felt happy, and fell back asleep, aiming to continue that dream. I effectively continued the same dream, right where I left off, and finished it how I saw fit. What a life changing experience it was. It has never happened again. So, I guess, interpret this how you see fit. See what you want. Know what you want. Make assumptions, deduce what you will. It was just a dream. Just a very vivid, uninterrupted dream that I had last night, and remembered up to 15 minutes after waking up.