::time to shake out the d-catcher::
i've been having rather weird dreams lately (when i actually DO get to sleep). sometimes i have them two or three times a night. very detailed and intricate happenings that always leave me with a very specific emotion despite indescript meaning.
last night, i dreamt i was running away from something awful. i suppose this awful entity was trying to kill me. i was in an SUV with someone who was supposedly my dad (though at one point i swear to god it was noah wylie). we are flying down this country road, absolutely sure that the bad thing we were running from would never suspect where we are. i make my "dad" pull over and into the parking lot of a very small back-woods church. i remember thinking that if anyone would help us, it would be a ferverent pastor. As i approach the small building a man come out. a very thin, gray, and tall man with distinct familiarity. i knew i had seen this man before and i knew that he was evil. i dont remember if i knew it in my dream or right when i woke up, but as it turns out, this man was from a very awkward painting i studied in art history. he is the groom from Jan Van Eyck's The Arnolfini Wedding (here, look at his scarey mug)
tell me this fucker doesnt give you the heebie jeebies!
as i backed into the SUV away from this ghastly preacher, i realized he was going to kill my "dad" (at this point, the man of the cloth was dressed as Stanley from KISS...dont ask) and i got in the SUV and prepared to drive away. i assume this is where i woke up. wtf.
then later in the morning, i had a dream that i was in the laboratory at school and someone told me keith was outside. so i went to see what he wanted because i was OBVIOUSLY busy doing my VERY important VERY secret lab work (or something to that effect) and as i opened the door, i noticed he was laying on his back....with a brunette chick straddling him. they kissed i screamed and a chase ensued. i was gonna stomp his ass, but as it turns out, i only cried and asked him whywhywhy (true to sobby girl form). he seemed like it didnt matter. he wanted others.
[post script: tonight i find out he's gotten a message from one of his classmates who apparently likes him or something. a brunette. i havent told him about the dream. he thinks im being a bitch. im weirded out by it all and he has these incredible double standards regarding the fact that he has not constructed a neon sign illuminating his status, as he'd require me if situations were reversed. though im sure it's unrelated, im not comfortable. it was just one of those dreams where you wake up and yer confused and feeling strangely hurt. so you roll over and you look at this person and you want to pinch them fer being such assholes in yer dream, but you also wanna clutch onto them fer being there when you woke up. like i said. weird. he'll say it's a trust issue fo' sho' i'll say it's all too complex. maybe im jealous because i dont feel like im beautiful to him. a different issue to be addressed at a different time.]
anyway, after all of these happenings i eventually roll out of bed. slowly try to flake it all off and hitch up the dogs fer the morning rounds. as we got outside THERE THEY WERE!!!! those big silly birds! the wild turkeys came back fer one last hurrah. there was prolly about 20-25 of them and they were picking around in cynthia's little garden section. i.love.these.birds.
they see the three of us and began to fly, big cumbersome birds. they landed in the trees on the edge of the field and watched sophie take a crap.
i was calm after that.
last night, i dreamt i was running away from something awful. i suppose this awful entity was trying to kill me. i was in an SUV with someone who was supposedly my dad (though at one point i swear to god it was noah wylie). we are flying down this country road, absolutely sure that the bad thing we were running from would never suspect where we are. i make my "dad" pull over and into the parking lot of a very small back-woods church. i remember thinking that if anyone would help us, it would be a ferverent pastor. As i approach the small building a man come out. a very thin, gray, and tall man with distinct familiarity. i knew i had seen this man before and i knew that he was evil. i dont remember if i knew it in my dream or right when i woke up, but as it turns out, this man was from a very awkward painting i studied in art history. he is the groom from Jan Van Eyck's The Arnolfini Wedding (here, look at his scarey mug)
tell me this fucker doesnt give you the heebie jeebies!
as i backed into the SUV away from this ghastly preacher, i realized he was going to kill my "dad" (at this point, the man of the cloth was dressed as Stanley from KISS...dont ask) and i got in the SUV and prepared to drive away. i assume this is where i woke up. wtf.
then later in the morning, i had a dream that i was in the laboratory at school and someone told me keith was outside. so i went to see what he wanted because i was OBVIOUSLY busy doing my VERY important VERY secret lab work (or something to that effect) and as i opened the door, i noticed he was laying on his back....with a brunette chick straddling him. they kissed i screamed and a chase ensued. i was gonna stomp his ass, but as it turns out, i only cried and asked him whywhywhy (true to sobby girl form). he seemed like it didnt matter. he wanted others.
[post script: tonight i find out he's gotten a message from one of his classmates who apparently likes him or something. a brunette. i havent told him about the dream. he thinks im being a bitch. im weirded out by it all and he has these incredible double standards regarding the fact that he has not constructed a neon sign illuminating his status, as he'd require me if situations were reversed. though im sure it's unrelated, im not comfortable. it was just one of those dreams where you wake up and yer confused and feeling strangely hurt. so you roll over and you look at this person and you want to pinch them fer being such assholes in yer dream, but you also wanna clutch onto them fer being there when you woke up. like i said. weird. he'll say it's a trust issue fo' sho' i'll say it's all too complex. maybe im jealous because i dont feel like im beautiful to him. a different issue to be addressed at a different time.]
anyway, after all of these happenings i eventually roll out of bed. slowly try to flake it all off and hitch up the dogs fer the morning rounds. as we got outside THERE THEY WERE!!!! those big silly birds! the wild turkeys came back fer one last hurrah. there was prolly about 20-25 of them and they were picking around in cynthia's little garden section. i.love.these.birds.
they see the three of us and began to fly, big cumbersome birds. they landed in the trees on the edge of the field and watched sophie take a crap.
i was calm after that.