please no more, no more
I keep having these terrible nightmares. I need to figure out how to stop them because they're really starting to affect me.
Last night I dreamed that Kenny and I were at a hotel together. There was a beauty pageant or something going on that there were lots of beautiful girls at the hotel. I, semi- jokingly, semi- seriously, told Kenny not to leave me for them, not to pay attention them, etc. He replied that if he could get one of them, that he would have to take the opportunity. I went back to my room and for some reason, It was set up, with two beds, like my dorm room is, which is one bed is lofted over the other but only the heads of the bed are over each other (so if you were looking from an aerial view, it would look like a sort of 'L' shape). I was laying down on the bottom one, Rachel, my roommate from last semester [and friend] was sleeping on the top one, and my friends Adam and Keith were laying on the floor.
The interesting thing about this is that those three people were actually sleeping over last night, and in those specified places. In any case, in the dream, I became restless and left the room. I was wandering the halls of the hotel when I came to a bench that Kenny's dad was sitting on. I sat down next to him and I think I was unloading my anguish and fear on him when a double door directly across from the bench opens. All the beautiful pageant entrants walk out, and in the midst of them, I see Kenny walking out, arm in arm with this tall, thin girl with blonde hair who is smiling so big. I stand up, confused, outraged, scared and broken and Kenny looks away from the girl and sees me. He stops for a second and tells me something along these lines: "Listen, Ashley, I'm breaking up with you. I'm moving on to bigger and better things. I hope you understand." And I just broke down.
The really strange thing about this dream is that it involves a lot of things that are actually happening in my life. One thing is the aforementioned room filled with sleeping people that were actually in my room, sleeping. Another is the pageant, which came from me watching Little Miss Sunshine last night, which was, overall, about a little girl entering in a California beauty pageant, and took place in a hotel. The other strangely coincidental "landmark," if you will, was less than a week ago, Kenny told me that he feels like he's always wondering what's the "highest" girl he could get, in the sense of someone being in or out of your league.
Factor into this, that in retrospect, I think I was semi-conscious of the dream. I think at a certain point, most likely the point that I went to the room and Rachel, Adam and Keith were there, I was partially awake, aware, conscious, etc. But despite that, it wasn't a lucid dream, I could not control the dream or the outcome. It was like realizing it was a dream, but that this dream was reality. A matrix of sorts, perhaps- some sort of alternate existence. I woke up this morning so frightened. I woke up probably around 8:30 [yeah, on a Saturday- without an alarm clock.. strange] but decided to wait until at least 9 to call Kenny and tell him about my terrible nightmare, to be civil of course. I, above all, respect sleep. 9- no answer. I called again around 11 or so- no answer. I was really worried about Kenny because I knew he was going out to a party the night before and I was afraid something bad had happened.
I called again around quarter after 1 and he STILL didn't answer. I can't even tell you how worried I was. I was going onto Facebook to see if anybody had like "RIP Kenny" anythings up or just like, "get well soon" messages or something. Thank God he called me back about ten minutes later and he sounded very upset. He explained to me about what happened to him the night before, an awful tale, indeed, and asked me to come downtown to see him, and of course I said yes. I went downtown as soon as I could to be there for him, like any worthy friend would do. I think I helped him a great deal, which I, myself, am thankful for because it's so hard to see your friends in so much pain. I tried to just put the awful dream behind me because Kenny needed a friend, not somebody being depressive, telling him this awful dream that makes him out to be this big asshole. I'm just glad I could be there for him
Anyway, despite whatever time it says I posted this at, it's actually like 8:30 pm and I'm going to see Pan's Labyrinth at 10:20 with Kenny [finally! I'm really excited.. I'll post about how the movie was afterwards] and his friend Dan from home and Dan's.. um.. girlfriend? Lover? Whatever, this cute girl named Sabina. So, I must go shower.
Thanks for listening to me vent about this stupid nightmare, though. You've been good to me.
Last night I dreamed that Kenny and I were at a hotel together. There was a beauty pageant or something going on that there were lots of beautiful girls at the hotel. I, semi- jokingly, semi- seriously, told Kenny not to leave me for them, not to pay attention them, etc. He replied that if he could get one of them, that he would have to take the opportunity. I went back to my room and for some reason, It was set up, with two beds, like my dorm room is, which is one bed is lofted over the other but only the heads of the bed are over each other (so if you were looking from an aerial view, it would look like a sort of 'L' shape). I was laying down on the bottom one, Rachel, my roommate from last semester [and friend] was sleeping on the top one, and my friends Adam and Keith were laying on the floor.
The interesting thing about this is that those three people were actually sleeping over last night, and in those specified places. In any case, in the dream, I became restless and left the room. I was wandering the halls of the hotel when I came to a bench that Kenny's dad was sitting on. I sat down next to him and I think I was unloading my anguish and fear on him when a double door directly across from the bench opens. All the beautiful pageant entrants walk out, and in the midst of them, I see Kenny walking out, arm in arm with this tall, thin girl with blonde hair who is smiling so big. I stand up, confused, outraged, scared and broken and Kenny looks away from the girl and sees me. He stops for a second and tells me something along these lines: "Listen, Ashley, I'm breaking up with you. I'm moving on to bigger and better things. I hope you understand." And I just broke down.
The really strange thing about this dream is that it involves a lot of things that are actually happening in my life. One thing is the aforementioned room filled with sleeping people that were actually in my room, sleeping. Another is the pageant, which came from me watching Little Miss Sunshine last night, which was, overall, about a little girl entering in a California beauty pageant, and took place in a hotel. The other strangely coincidental "landmark," if you will, was less than a week ago, Kenny told me that he feels like he's always wondering what's the "highest" girl he could get, in the sense of someone being in or out of your league.
Factor into this, that in retrospect, I think I was semi-conscious of the dream. I think at a certain point, most likely the point that I went to the room and Rachel, Adam and Keith were there, I was partially awake, aware, conscious, etc. But despite that, it wasn't a lucid dream, I could not control the dream or the outcome. It was like realizing it was a dream, but that this dream was reality. A matrix of sorts, perhaps- some sort of alternate existence. I woke up this morning so frightened. I woke up probably around 8:30 [yeah, on a Saturday- without an alarm clock.. strange] but decided to wait until at least 9 to call Kenny and tell him about my terrible nightmare, to be civil of course. I, above all, respect sleep. 9- no answer. I called again around 11 or so- no answer. I was really worried about Kenny because I knew he was going out to a party the night before and I was afraid something bad had happened.
I called again around quarter after 1 and he STILL didn't answer. I can't even tell you how worried I was. I was going onto Facebook to see if anybody had like "RIP Kenny" anythings up or just like, "get well soon" messages or something. Thank God he called me back about ten minutes later and he sounded very upset. He explained to me about what happened to him the night before, an awful tale, indeed, and asked me to come downtown to see him, and of course I said yes. I went downtown as soon as I could to be there for him, like any worthy friend would do. I think I helped him a great deal, which I, myself, am thankful for because it's so hard to see your friends in so much pain. I tried to just put the awful dream behind me because Kenny needed a friend, not somebody being depressive, telling him this awful dream that makes him out to be this big asshole. I'm just glad I could be there for him
Anyway, despite whatever time it says I posted this at, it's actually like 8:30 pm and I'm going to see Pan's Labyrinth at 10:20 with Kenny [finally! I'm really excited.. I'll post about how the movie was afterwards] and his friend Dan from home and Dan's.. um.. girlfriend? Lover? Whatever, this cute girl named Sabina. So, I must go shower.
Thanks for listening to me vent about this stupid nightmare, though. You've been good to me.