NIGHTMARE
O my freaking word those were a weird set of dreams.
First... well, the one... ended like so (much of the rest I don't remember, but...): Ok, there was this shady "security" team that some idiot hired, and I had to deal with. They wore black fatigues and had bags of weapons with them. There was something they were restricting which I don't remember, but it was a really big deal. Anyway, I was ticked, but everyone else was fine with it. I started telling them why this was a bad idea, and they were literally ignoring me. Then I began shouting about how we were fools to give up freedom for the promise of safety. I could tell they were having a harder time ignoring me then. Anyway, the whole group went inside this cabin-place. I could tell that the one guy (who looked a bit too much like my ex's stepfather) was *ticked*. He hung a rope/cord from the ceiling and began tying a noose (pretty quickly, and very realistically). It really didn't look like a comfortable rope either... that's about when I woke up... Did I mention that he looked waaay the heck stronger than me?
Anyway, in my other very scary dream...
Jenn had gotten the band signed to this major record label. Which, you know, isn't bad *per se*. Then I listened to the *reworked* version of swanchild, and wanted to kill her. Yeah, they had kept very few, very processed notes from the beginning (yeah, about 9 notes or so, with so many effects it barely sounded like a piano). The rest *wasn't really even the same song*. She had had some *professionals* *FIX* it. Basically, it just sounded like a sickeningly processed and commercialized generic pop song, with nearly none of the same material. AND SHE WAS FINE WITH IT!!!!! She *LIKED* it that way!!! *Scowly* Like the girl couldn't *sell out* quickly enough or thoroughly enough. *grumbly*
Anyway, those were my two horrible dreams for the night.
First... well, the one... ended like so (much of the rest I don't remember, but...): Ok, there was this shady "security" team that some idiot hired, and I had to deal with. They wore black fatigues and had bags of weapons with them. There was something they were restricting which I don't remember, but it was a really big deal. Anyway, I was ticked, but everyone else was fine with it. I started telling them why this was a bad idea, and they were literally ignoring me. Then I began shouting about how we were fools to give up freedom for the promise of safety. I could tell they were having a harder time ignoring me then. Anyway, the whole group went inside this cabin-place. I could tell that the one guy (who looked a bit too much like my ex's stepfather) was *ticked*. He hung a rope/cord from the ceiling and began tying a noose (pretty quickly, and very realistically). It really didn't look like a comfortable rope either... that's about when I woke up... Did I mention that he looked waaay the heck stronger than me?
Anyway, in my other very scary dream...
Jenn had gotten the band signed to this major record label. Which, you know, isn't bad *per se*. Then I listened to the *reworked* version of swanchild, and wanted to kill her. Yeah, they had kept very few, very processed notes from the beginning (yeah, about 9 notes or so, with so many effects it barely sounded like a piano). The rest *wasn't really even the same song*. She had had some *professionals* *FIX* it. Basically, it just sounded like a sickeningly processed and commercialized generic pop song, with nearly none of the same material. AND SHE WAS FINE WITH IT!!!!! She *LIKED* it that way!!! *Scowly* Like the girl couldn't *sell out* quickly enough or thoroughly enough. *grumbly*
Anyway, those were my two horrible dreams for the night.