Lately, I've been having the craziest dreams. It's been about a week in the making, and it's driving me crazy. The idiocy of my unconscious is astounding.
June 17 (Monday): Dreamed that Kenzie would only talk to me as if she were a character from one of her stories. She was furious at me, and so was Tiffany. We were in an enormous toy store. There was also something about trying to find Alex a tie for an extremely important business dinner, and so I visited an extremely dark, rather intimidating ribbon store, for some reason.
June 18 (Tuesday): Dreamed that me, Alex, Cole, and my paternal grandparents were trying to get to a car show in Arizona. The car broke down, and we tried to sail down a river on a boat made of newspaper and sealed with white paint. There was also something about Alex and me getting married, and moving into a cramped, tiny house that I was allowed to redecorate however I wanted to.
June 19 (Wednesday): My brother was killed in an avalanche. People kept telling me this, but I didn't acknowledge it. Something about a track meet and a large private school-- Kenzie and I were studying portraits in the hallway of people who had resided there. The portraits listed the person's name, a few attributes, and what particular section of the school they now haunted. Amanda kept trying to get me to come and buy flowers with her, but I didn't understand why until she screamed at me that my brother was dead. I fell to the ground, caught in Alex's lap, and sobbed.
June 20 (Thursday): Alex cheats on me with some girl I don't even know, then accuses me of flying out to Florida to see Sean on the sly.
June 21 (Friday): Stuart was trying to kill me with a really big gun. Couldn't get through to 911, but he was polite and waited for me to reach the operator before he shot me.
June 22 (Saturday): No dream.
June 23 (Sunday): Someone was trying to hurt me really badly. I had to find Qui-Gon Jinn to help me out of this mess. He was located in a little Victorian house that was infinitely tiny from the outside, but was enormous on the inside, with six floors. Each floor was one solid colour, but I only visited the blue, pink, and yellow ones. The elevator was all made of polished chrome, so when its doors opened, it reflected the colour of the room and stayed with the colour scheme. I was shacked up on the yellow floor, because I chose to be. All of this was strange, because earlier in the dream my dream-self had dreamed about the house. I got the feeling that it was some kind of insane asylum, but it didn't matter because Qui-Gon was dead and only his hand survived. It was scribbling odd runes on a stone tablet. There was a glass case against the wall, and the rest of his body was in it. It projected a weird image of himself, a silhouette sparking with blue fire, and the image tried to eat my head. And then we ran. Hard. Alex and Kyle Taylor were there. We tried to escape, but there was a man riding his horse up and down the very vertical sides of a ravine and a sports announcer relaying our every action to some audience, so we couldn't. I was scared I would die, and Alex refused to sleep in my bed with me, to comfort me.
And the great thing about this all is that they've all scared the ever-loving daylights out of me. My dream-self, that is. Because my real self is a very bad, leather-clad motorcycle chick who could kick your butt.
June 17 (Monday): Dreamed that Kenzie would only talk to me as if she were a character from one of her stories. She was furious at me, and so was Tiffany. We were in an enormous toy store. There was also something about trying to find Alex a tie for an extremely important business dinner, and so I visited an extremely dark, rather intimidating ribbon store, for some reason.
June 18 (Tuesday): Dreamed that me, Alex, Cole, and my paternal grandparents were trying to get to a car show in Arizona. The car broke down, and we tried to sail down a river on a boat made of newspaper and sealed with white paint. There was also something about Alex and me getting married, and moving into a cramped, tiny house that I was allowed to redecorate however I wanted to.
June 19 (Wednesday): My brother was killed in an avalanche. People kept telling me this, but I didn't acknowledge it. Something about a track meet and a large private school-- Kenzie and I were studying portraits in the hallway of people who had resided there. The portraits listed the person's name, a few attributes, and what particular section of the school they now haunted. Amanda kept trying to get me to come and buy flowers with her, but I didn't understand why until she screamed at me that my brother was dead. I fell to the ground, caught in Alex's lap, and sobbed.
June 20 (Thursday): Alex cheats on me with some girl I don't even know, then accuses me of flying out to Florida to see Sean on the sly.
June 21 (Friday): Stuart was trying to kill me with a really big gun. Couldn't get through to 911, but he was polite and waited for me to reach the operator before he shot me.
June 22 (Saturday): No dream.
June 23 (Sunday): Someone was trying to hurt me really badly. I had to find Qui-Gon Jinn to help me out of this mess. He was located in a little Victorian house that was infinitely tiny from the outside, but was enormous on the inside, with six floors. Each floor was one solid colour, but I only visited the blue, pink, and yellow ones. The elevator was all made of polished chrome, so when its doors opened, it reflected the colour of the room and stayed with the colour scheme. I was shacked up on the yellow floor, because I chose to be. All of this was strange, because earlier in the dream my dream-self had dreamed about the house. I got the feeling that it was some kind of insane asylum, but it didn't matter because Qui-Gon was dead and only his hand survived. It was scribbling odd runes on a stone tablet. There was a glass case against the wall, and the rest of his body was in it. It projected a weird image of himself, a silhouette sparking with blue fire, and the image tried to eat my head. And then we ran. Hard. Alex and Kyle Taylor were there. We tried to escape, but there was a man riding his horse up and down the very vertical sides of a ravine and a sports announcer relaying our every action to some audience, so we couldn't. I was scared I would die, and Alex refused to sleep in my bed with me, to comfort me.
And the great thing about this all is that they've all scared the ever-loving daylights out of me. My dream-self, that is. Because my real self is a very bad, leather-clad motorcycle chick who could kick your butt.
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