I just dreamed my dad woke me up and told me school was cancelled. "Why?" "They wanted to go skating." And then there was something about boiling strawberries and I was really pissed off.
okay, i just woke up from some weird shit. i was in one of those old timey bars, like the ones you see in movies with like a hay roof and dirt floor and everything outside was all medieval - y, but there were also electric lights and modern amenities sprinkled throughout. i was drinking tea, because why the hell not i suppose, when suddenly i had a dream shift and i was a judge on a panel of judges on a cooking show. it was still in the same bar place. the person presenting the tea was standing under a spotlight explaining his sob story about why he should win, which i wasn't really listening to because i was too busy trying the tea. the dude looked like what i can only describe as hagrid with soot all over his face, and he had a prosthetic right leg. he was showing it off and saying something about what he was gonna do with the money. i don't remember what. i woke up right before i could figure out what exactly the tea was, and i swear i could actually taste it in dream. all i know is that he put this golden honey stuff in it. it was his special ingredient that made it delicious. it was called ambrosia.
i had quite the dream last night. Spoiler: nautical neanderthals so, in it, i went back to the time of the neanderthals. it wasn't at all what that period was supposed to be like, though. the neanderthals had advanced tech, ships, movies, books... like, 'cause it was the ice age, they spent most of their lives at sea, almost never going on land. which, yeah, i dunno if that even makes sense. and like, anyway, people were assholes 'cause, well, in the neanderthal time, i wasn't a neanderthal, and in modern times, they thought i was crazy or something, and/or didn't want me to return to neanderthal times. there also was this plot about a mask, which i retrieved from neanderthal times and i broke when my fellow homo sapiens got too interested in it. but the mask was important for the advancement of humanity somehow, so breaking it was a bad thing to do - but letting it get in the hands of the modern museum or something would also have sucked. and there was flying. me flying in a movie threatre with a ridiculously small screen and the people thinking i was an asshole. me flying on the neanderthal ship. and that involved me thinking i was totally awesome or something. also, generally evading the authorities and "fuck you"ing them. neanderthals having an arranged marriage system that involved sending people to different ships, in order to increase genetic diversity. and i was romantically involved with one of the neanderthals - one that was transferred to his current ship as a result of that system. and maybe someone was a shapeshifter or something?!? there was this thing about how while this stuff was all really happening, it was also all a book series and at least movie, by someone with a name that went something like, "ooed." and it had titles like, "the ___ of the demons," or "the demons of ____." i dunno. and i think the dream was based on jean auel's earth's children and robert j. sawyer's neanderthal parallax, even though neither of the books were much like this. just... it was a crazy ride and i wish i remembered more of it.
I once had a dream about a small pimp-walking teddy bear dressed like flava flav. It tried to seduce me.
it gets better Spoiler: weird and nsfw the dream started off with me walking into my room to find a couple of even smaller teddies scissoring. I dont think I even knew what scissoring WAS in middle school but they sure were doin it. really, really tiny teddies, tho. tiniest fuckin teddy bears i ever did see. but that's not as weird as the days of colored pencil apartheid and the carnivorous loaf of bread who prayed on the poor colored pencil people. the blues and violets had to live in the rafters while the reds and oranges and yellows got the spacious floor. ironically, this only made them vulnerable to the horrible starchy beast. i was their champion who had to lead the great loaf out of the pencil bunker and to the science fair where it could get lost in the arcade mansion.
What a coincidence, had another weird-ass dream last night. I'd like to post the disclaimer that I'm not rich, I don't hate poor people, and basically I dreamed I was a horrible person with no ability to self-reflect. Spoiler: Cannibalism, Body Horror, and Unconscious Commentary on Classism in America Aight so I was some kind of investigator in the midst of some epidemic of poor/homeless people up and dying gruesomely. I'm talking flesh withered away to nothing overnight and blood pouring from every orifice. I'd walk into some long-abandoned building or home and find corpses strewn about as though they had lay down or leaned against a pole for a rest and never got up again. Some other investigators said that these bodies would start to move again, though looking at them, they were clearly too emaciated to do anything but lie there and bleed, maaayyybe drag themselves a few meters. Also: I was part of the upper crust of this society and was raised to view everyone else as worthless. ON WITH THE SHOW. The report came from a young girl. She said she had been living on the streets and was staying with some other people in an old apartment complex in the middle of the city and the rest of the inhabitants were succumbing to the disease. We heard wailing and the distinctive gasps of death rattles in the background. She said she was scared and wasn't sure how long she would last, but she had nowhere else to go. My partner and I drove down there as quick as we could, eager to discover the source of this mysterious illness and document it's progression. In every other instance, it moved too quickly for anyone to arrive before everyone was dead or near death. We opened the door, and there was silence, save the sound of a simple person's, probably female, labored breathing. We found the girl propped up against a pillar, her body too atrophied to hold herself up. If she stirred, I didn't notice, though my partner claimed she was still alive. "We'll be back in a moment," I muttered, and pulled out my equipment. Scans revealed at least 20-30 bodies, little more than bones wrapped in sore-covered skin. Some of them were still alive. I saw a few arms slide across the dirt and cobwebs to scratch weakly at their angry red blisters. There were no apparent anomalies in the environment, which was frustrating no matter how many times I saw that result. I growled and kicked the nearest body aside. "I don't think there's anything we can do here," called my partner. I looked around at the dust and the filth, both living and inanimate, and nodded. "I think you're right." We packed up and walked out the door. The girl was clearly dead now, but was sprawled across the floor on her stomach as though trying to reach someone or something. Blood was congealing in the dirt near her mouth where she had vomited before dying. I stepped neatly around the mess. I reached with a gloved hand for the front door, and we left as the bodies starting crawling slowly after us. FLASH FORWARD The epidemic reached critical proportions. The middle class has been affected, while myself and the rest of my rich friends barricaded ourselves in a school with the intention of waiting for the rest of the population to die off. We played some games and it was all sort of ridiculous and I couldn't find my clay bowl which I needed to turn in for like 50% of my grade. Blah blah blah. The room I was in was crowded by clothing, plastic bags, and entertainment equipment. There was food everywhere, but they were mostly perishables because we were rich and had no idea what we were doing in terms of avoiding starvation. I honestly don't remember much of this part of the dream other than the clay bowl and the barricades, which seemed pretty sturdy. Also I was annoying everyone around me with my jumping around. At some point, it became obvious that the "wait out the winter and the peons will die off" plan was a dud. In a panic, we grabbed everything we could carry and ran. We stayed in a gated community with the diseased masses tramping and devouring everything in their path. They crawled over each other and gnawed their own limb in futile attempted to satisfy the hunger that has atrophied them so suddenly. We all crowded into gigantic space-wasters of houses and mourned the loss of the class and artistry of the architecture. We ate while there was food, and with all our entertainment systems we were pretty happy, but a coUPLE OF DOUCHEBAGS opened the gates to show off their coolness or something. I don't know what happened to my family, but I saw dozens of people eaten down to clean bones in seconds like they had been dropped into a piranha tank. I hid, and they didn't find me. I escaped after they had crammed themselves into houses, and I ran to the docks. Luggage had been left there by the recently devoured and I opened them, only to find a bunch of USELESS BULLSHIT. I mean, I found DVD players, stacks and stacks of movies and tv show box-sets and video games and a few books. Most of them were empty and already picked clean, but I found one that was still full. It didn't occur to me that maybe this was because thee was something wrong with it; I was hungry and alone and getting desperate. I unzipped it and... This asshole had filled his suitcase with McDonalds takeout, probably months ago at the beginning of this. Motherfuck, it was nasty. I was so ANGRY at this idiot, but this was the only suitcase with anything useful so I picked out the worst of it and threw it with as much force as I could into the lake. The rest would never be rid of the scent but at least I had survival gear and some movies I hadn't seen yet (hey, I was an idiot rich person too). Some time after this I was taken to a refugee camp of sorts. I think my parents were there, but I'm not sure. At least a few family members were. I traded what I could for whatever I could get, but I needed good food. It all gets kinda fuzzy from here but I was Kanaya and there was a fashion show contest thing with multiple events and whenever I won an event I would get a pot of stew or chowder. This included events where I had to be fancy, sexy, cute, stylish, intimidating, whatever. I mostly stole the prizes though, and I was thinking to myself "but if I eat all the prizes now, I won't have anything left to win and I might starve" but I was SO HUNGRY. I wound up back in my own house months later, but everyone had to be careful to stay in buildings or on concrete because everything organic was covered in a matted-together mass of the skeletals and if we so much as waved a hand over it, the hand would be devoured. However, they were turning grey and beginning to disintegrate so we were all going to forget about it pretty soon anyway. THE END. So that was fucked up. It was so STUPID too because no one in power actually cared about it beyond a sort of "gee that's interesting" until it was affecting them and by THAT point we has long since gone past the point of no return.
Oh yeah, today I had a fun one! I dreamed that the one, the only VastDerp was an angry ghost who remained earthbound because he needed to make 1.000 paintings, mostly graphic in nature. And he could be summoned by drawing and painting, at which point he would yell at creeps and give weird little queers like me profanity-laden encouragement.
Really cool one I had tonight: A 13-year-old little witch was trying to hide from her family that she had two... multiples, kinda? More like ethereal copies that shared her spirit but had distinct personality. Which is a thing that can happen to witches and is seen as a dangerous deviation, such that a witch's alters are magically trapped in order to be inaccessible to her if they are discovered. And now this girl was investigating something (I think her friend had disappeared?) and having to adventure all alone and also deal with her selves and with her loving yet very traditional family.
I dreamed the other night that I was trying to check my cats into git so that they'd be safely on the server. But git kept giving me bizarre error messages and my cats weren't safe. (Git is a source code control system that stores your program code and the changes to it, and coordinates changes being made by multiple people. I'd been wrestling with it at work that day, and two of my cats were sleeping with me, and somehow my mind turned the two into one dream.)
Ugh. Had some kind of weird dream that I was still living with my mom, and we were going somewhere, so she was mad at me for the way I was dressed and for my hair, and trying to make me get changed. And there was some kind of bizarre hairwashing station in the street. Thanks, brain, your input is so useful.
There is a pool of fish that's shrinking and the poor miserable fish are all shoved together and running out of room. Suddenly a head appears that isn't a fish's head. It's an otter. It leaps out of the pool and we walk away, buddies. Oh 0h oh oh oh!!! :D Just writing this out gave me the interpretation. Fish are a Christian symbol. I'm a former Christian who de-converted to atheism. I still embrace many Christian ideals and consider myself a follower of Christ. But some things about Christianity, as I formerly understood it, have been bad for me. I know this on a conscious level, but those things can still subconsciously be a part of the package even if I don't want them to be. As a result, sometimes my head is a miserable, roiling pool of conflicting moral codes. But I apparently have figured out what out of that overcrowded mess I "otter do." So many of my dreams are bad puns.
Icky stress dreams. I was back at school for some unknown reason (a common stress theme) and they gave me this weird sphere thing to figure out. It was perfectly smooth, without seams or anything, and I told them I had no idea what to do but got the "you're smart you can figure it out" speech. There was other stuff- I got lost at one point, my schedule kept changing and I couldn't keep up with it, I was sick/having a bad mental health day but had apparently taken months off recently and couldn't go home. And everyone else was done with the sphere because they could get help but I wasn't going to ask again because I figured I'd get the same response.
Guh, just woke up from a dream in which a cousin that I'm really close to had died unexpectedly and I was just completely trying an failing to process her being dead. Even worse because in the dream I kept thinking "she's really dead, she's not coming back," so when I woke up, for a few seconds there I thought she was actually dead and thinking I had dreamed it was just a false hope. Blech. I fucking hate those "beloved family member is dead" dreams. I guess my brain's figured out I usually don't buy the ones where my mom or sister dies, and has decided to try moving on to my extended family.
Is there anything in your life that has figuratively died? Maybe something that some little detail from the dream or some shared characteristic with your cousin reminds you of? Maybe something that you aren't quite ready to process?
Yeah, I don't think so. I think these dreams are mostly just preying on the connections I have with them that would be left unfinished if they died. (For instance I specifically remember thinking in the dream about how I was the oldest cousin now and feeling really fucked up about that - because the fact that this cousin is five days older than me has been a point of friendly contention between us our whole lives. Things like that.) I mean, I also think that most dream analysis beyond fairly obvious connections is just pattern-finding bunk without any basis beyond post hoc associations, sooo...
