Dec. 26th
The one last night seemed to go on forever, as if it was an epic movie. It all started when I was in a "Dorm" and trying to pick up my shoes that I had left that morning. It was starting to snow and I wanted to use them (funny, considering the weather today, huh?) They had labeled my boots for sale, and I had to produce a receipt to make sure that I was telling the truth, which I was none to happy about.
While I was waiting there, some guy behind me was ordering fish. I got angry cause his fish juice was getting all over my stuff. Someone put a shrimp that was making a getaway in the trash. They led us further inside this area to show us a crazy 360 degree movie in a park with a lake and people, then another one with industrial buildings on water. When I got back to reality I decided to tell Ryan. I was back in the line again waiting for the rest of my mail, and saw that people were ready to go into the army for school, and some of them were zombie-like (missing skin, eyeballs, etc.) There was an epidemic going around and it was possible that eventually the strain might find us.
What followed was a bizarre, film-like adventure where R and I weren't sure if we were alive/human anymore. There was a secret army that was developing a fire-resistant suit that we were supposedly going to become part of, thereby losing our identities and free will. Ryan was going to find a regular job, but I was not going into the army. Had been promised to them. we decided to flee. We entered an odd world where there were mostly alive people, but we were almost fading and so easy to capture. We fled from recruiters who threatened to bring us back to the army. Then we got separated.
10 years later I was having intercourse with an actual full human to regain my life source. Some monster came up and wanted in, and hen I told him no he killed everyone else and I was running with another girl (or had I switched POVs?) I hid under a trolley/carriage while they fought. He suddenly had a samurai outfit and she beat the crap out of him. We found ourselves being escorted into a place where Cheez-Its were delicacies, and they had all different kinds. We had been here once before years ago. It was sort of a whore house but not really - like an escort service that specialized in schmoozing with the rich and stealing things. I was a meek man in a top hat, like a professor, who was ordered to go into the back with the others and prepare for the next assignment.
We went into these little stalls (like changing rooms) and were yelled out by the madam to get the money and get out, and not say thank you more than once to anyone. I walked into this flea market-esque place and tipped my hat, twiddled my cane and pretended to be non-chalant. A very dumb, Frankenstein looking man accompanied me. We approached to salesman and they offered me a price for my chocolate powder. I bargained and gave them the powder but NOT the tin, and they gave me $2.84. This went right to the madame who was taken aback. We walked into a kitchen and I praised the tile-work and jade green ensemble, saying it was a lovely kitchen to have. Then we all proceeded to the next part of the plan which was to flee to a neighboring bridge and plan to blow up part of it in anger of 9/11. This is where it REALLY seemed like a movie.
One of the men we were with pointed a gun at the bridge operator and proceeded to tell him that he was stuck in the towers during the 9/11 debacle. There was a woman and a girl with us (part of the family) and he used that as sympathy to get the guy to release the cable holding the bridge together. We were sent flying into the water, but in the end it looked like the bridge wouldn't go. Then, as if through a camera's clouded vision, I saw the bridge column fall in slow motion to the sea. There was then an epilogue where I leaned that everyone in our water-logged group OD'd on whatever crazy drugs they had been given beforehand.
Fast forward to this same exact movie behind the scenes, where I am extra and we are about to film the gory part where people get shredded up in a treadmill and their bodies severed. The Hispanic guy next to me is getting himself painted to look as if he has been cut in half, lighting shining through his torso. I volunteer to look as if my lower half is stuck in a treadmill and I am dead. Someone teaches me to sit with my butt out, back in, and my head up uncomfortably high. I'm in this position for awhile until I realize they are still setting up for the shot and I relax. I get up to stretch and when I come back the director is surveying the shot and getting ready to roll. He criticizes the position of my head, saying that's not how people look up at something. Between these odd moments and I am in between waking and sleeping.
Dec. 24th/25th
The night before Christmas I had a dream that I was watching a movie with Crispin Glover running around naked and crazy, but turned out to not be him, but another actor that looked just like him. Later in the dream, on the small prairie (as we were) I went to the bathroom and found that something was hiding in a panel behind the toilet. I was afraid to use the bathroom but I needed to, so I did quickly, holding it closed. Some freaky looking hunchback started to come in and I got out of the bathroom just in time. I found that I could project words from my breath that spelled out a mystery of my mother who was killed. It turned out be someone we knew, and who one of the girls later married. We were a group of friends that were growing up together through this ordeal. She turned up shot on the beach when the dream ended.
Labels: bomb, cheez-its, food, monster, movie, paranormal, zombie
Morning of October. 14, 2010
Had a dream I was staying with my cousin and aunt (who also happened to be R's mom.....awkward.) They had been getting their internet unplugged randomly by some guy in a grey sweatshirt. It was October, and I was having this vision of my sister dancing with her bf in a ballroom with zero gravity, and their thoughts and feelings were trapped in this glass ball with little skull-headed people swinging on swings. The thoughts flew around it like pollen.
Someone farted, exploded a rocket that then broke the glass and these thoughts and feelings escaped. Then I realized I was painting a really weird portrait of myself and that my face was getting warty and gross.
When I woke up a bit I realized I had the face of a cadaverous monster and there was another had atop mine. Two more showed up, and these hung behind me like hair. I freaked out, but R came in and started comforting me, as I was crying. I couldn't close my mouth and I was drooling. He gave me an injection of some sort and then we walked out into civilization.
Suddenly we were at a bar, and I was a make cadaverous monster dressed in a white beaded dress, trying to be an undercover investigator. The bouncer obviously was put off by my looks and told me that the person i was looking for had left so i should too (trying to feign politeness) And I said "well I guess I'm better off without him!" and continued on. I passed by this group of hip hop girls and started dancing with them, but I remember it was hard walking in high heels, my legs were spread apart and I couldn't close them. My dancing was all over the place, on the ground etc.
Then R picked me up and we fled on a motorcycle as people shot at us. We took refuge in this house where a nice Japanese man lived. He had these cute little dogs. One was shaved. We watched as he ate it. Then we realized that he had turned all these people he knew into what they had wanted to be: a girl into a fairy princess, etc. He turned on me and I was back to normal (as a man?!) We were back at the house; I wanted to scare the dude away that kept turning off their internet. But I was a normal girl again, but there were some scars on me. It turns out my aunt (his mom) had made me a monster for a Halloween prank. I was pissed, and told Ryan she was a bitch.
They invited us down and said they were moving. They told Ryan to check the antiques in the basement downstairs because there was audio of a pirate torturing. We found some dogs and seals carved out of wood, and he left. It was an antique store, with furniture and other things. There was an old bureau that I thought I remembered opening with as a kid, but it was emptied and at the bottom it said "Casanova" in old lettering.
People started coming in from the street to take everything cause they were waiting to be hauled away. I got upset and tried to blow air at everyone to get them to stop, telling them they were thieves. There were two old women stealing clothes for local thrift shops, and I was trying to keep them from leaving with any. Before I woke up, I really wanted to look through them myself.
Labels: antiques, dog, family, halloween, monster
