Strange dreams the second ::LONG POST::

Okay, apparently I have a gift for strange dreams. Just to let you guys know, this one is kind of surreal and somewhat gory. I will edit out a bunch of the gore, but it will still be really strange.

Start: I am on the bus going from home to Downtown Portland to go to my alma mater SMA. Except I get on the wrong bus and there is this guy who keeps looking at me funny. I get off the bus and walk to the proper station nearby to get downtown. I don't recognize the area, but the dream me knows it. (And happens to be about 50+ pounds lighter than I am and slimmer. Man, I want that bod. *insert allusion to bad colognes bad commercial and gets shot*)

Okay, so the start is not so bad. But the dude followed me and I get off again, and downtown is no downtown I have ever seen. Too many trees. Okay, I have seen it... in another dream where I killed two men in cold blood by dropping them off a cliff. They were gonna kill me and had killed my family, but that is a completely different strange dream story.

Anyway, I end up in this house where we are having a party in the basement. The dream-me knows everyone except I don't actually recognize anyone that was in the dream as anyone I know in this world. I end up holding this young man (around my age) who is shaking and crying and trying not to do something. I am trying to help him not do something, though (at this point) I have no idea what I am attempting to prevent. He has short, dark hair, and looks native... southern native of the variety usually confused with Mexicans, but with the wrong nose to be from Mexico. He is beautiful, too, kind of girly. The dream-me is kind of really attracted to him. Since the dream me looks nothing like the real me (saw me in a mirror entering the house), I assume that it is the equivalent of the Josh character in the dream. Anywho, enough analysis.

So all of a sudden he explodes. Figuratively. The next thing I see is this oaken boken he has sharpened and is using to massacre everyone at the party. Apparently comfort did nothing to stop it, but delayed it to when everyone is nonchalant and chill. Noone screams when he is killing them. It is eerily normal. Normal tones. Normal interactions. Normal patterns of speech. Until the person dies. So, needless to say, I wake up after blacking out as a corpse.

Okay, the other corpses are creepy as hell. They are laying in poses impossible in life unless one is a damn good contortionist. All of them have blue eyes. Okay, not blue as in pretty blue natural eyes. As in the icy, piercing blue of the arctic, where water has been frozen to a very pale blue. The whites of their eyes are black, which accentuates the blue, and the pupils are black. Okay, creepy much? And the creepier part? They are all staring at me. I am on the floor. Freaking hot psycho dude is holding me and crying and whispering "why?" as he rocks back and forth. Why? Well, you kind of went psyco and killed me.

Then my older brother and his woman companion come (I say 'his woman companion' because I have the impression she is his wife/fiance/girlfriend, but could not decide). He calmly surveys the dead until he sees me, when he is startled to see that I am dead. But not quite, actually. After listening very closely there was a dull, faint pulse that was beating entirely too slow and entirely too weakly to support me for long and it is surprising that I am not already totally dead. I have a large wound on my left shoulder, right below where I broke it when I was eleven (apparently it was still the same in the dream world. And that is where they were poking at me and it hurt) and all most all the way through. Another wound was on my right side, just above my hip. Thanks for striking two main blood vessels.

They wash all the corpses, while hot dude of psychoness holds me. He is still crying, but seems calmer. They shroud the corpses then start washing the huge amounts of blood off of me and bind my wounds. I have lost a lot of blood and have trouble keeping consciousness, but what consciousness I do have is sharper than obsidian. They say that I will live as long as none of the huge-ass clotted wounds open and drain what precious little blood I have yet. They start to carry me to a truck where they are gonna lay me in the back seat. The bandage around my torso snagged on one of the latches, pulling against my chest and ripping open the wound on my left shoulder. I made a soft cry of pain and the dream faded to black, with the hot psycho's face in my field of going vision. He was crying, apologizing, and asking/pleading/ordering me not to go.

It didn't work and the dream went to black for about thirty seconds before my alarm woke me.... what a knack for odd dreams, ne? I really want to draw the scene where all the corpses were staring, it was vivid and freaky and kind of fun. *shot due to weirdness*

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In other news, Josh and I struck on the same idea. He intended to surprise me with it and that failed miserably as I came up with the same idea. He is so cute! So now I am waiting for his arrival, but I don't know when that will be, as we compromised. He will come like we both want, but I don't know when he is arriving but to know that it is after dinner. So it is still kind of a surprise.

And Alexis keeps eating my Gardetto Garlic Rye chips. I will need to ask Josh for more and give him money so he will keep buying it for me. No idea how long the "by special request" bags of only the brown crunchies will be around... I should stock up. Good thing I was raised to share and like giving them to her.

Now that I have wasted my work hour typing this and checking various things, I am gonna let you stop reading a ton of my ramblings and log out.

~N