Been a while, have a dream.
Been a while, have a dream.
have you ever had a dream that was so vivid it stuck with you in the back of your mind for years?
i have so many questions
this is another one of those posts where you just sit back and open tag viewer
There’s a leopard in this. And snakes. And screaming children. It’s a dark place.
I have no idea where most of this came from.
This one was relatively short, but rather… strange, in the way it played out.
I just had dream-ception. It was a dream, within a dream, within a dream, within a dream. Then I actually woke up.
Werewolves come from a celedonian asteroid we tried to get samples from, but they mysteriously disappeared from the spacecraft bringing them back
They broke away on their own, appearing in a blaze of purple fire. They (the wolves) mated with our shifters, who were rather dog-like. All werewolves are therefore half alien.
That’s So Raven had a vision about it. Her and Chelsea tried to find out what the fuck her vision was, but couldn’t until they did a news segment about it. Then Raven figured she couldn’t do much about it.
I was a ghost who kept trying to read in my sister’s bed, but her fat ass took up everything. I looked like a glitched sim trying to lay down.
Termites look like rollypollies, except they breath fire on everything you love. But you can smach them with a frying pan. Chelsea gave them free reign when the fans blew away the envelope she put in front of their hole in the wall. The Doctor defended himself from them by putting a plate in front of his face; the termites can also jump great distances, and were all deflected upon hitting the plate.
I wanted eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast. It was lost when the termites breathed fire.
We escaped death by termites by breaking through the roof. My brother had a chainsaw, for some reason. He sawed through two roofs, and one guy thanked him. Maybe he wanted a skylight.
We dropped ourselves in an alleyway, and proceeded to find thousands of dollars in little clips. There were hovering words above them that stated their value ala that one movie about zombies where they go to a fair for some reason.
We then also proceeded to go to the fair. I wanted to by a Psyduck plushie from a crane game, Jace bought a bike, and Marcus wanted a black Wii controller.
Everyone else seemed to be in line for a DS Lite/Gameboy (it wasn’t all that clear what it was).
I also had a glimpse of my dad, my uncle Rocky, and Marcus all on a little kid’s merry-go-round. It was magnetic or something, but not remotely round, so they nearly him walking towards the crane game.
I’ll keep it short, since this one turned out to be this convoluted mess.
I had a dream two women left for a girl’s night and/or lesbian activities without telling the older one’s husband who just so happened to be the chief of police. The other girl’s boyfriend became concerned for some reason or other and went to the husband, who began to slander lesbians with made up bible verses about threesomes (?). He then began a manhunt for them, declaring them heretics, blasphemers, and witches, when all they wanted to do was spend time away from their oppressive others and go shopping for some clothes/have sex (it wasn’t all that clear what they left for).
At one point the younger girl got a haircut in an adorable pageboy style and, in order to hide from the cop, the two began to make out, letting the guy think the younger was a boy.
That’s why it isn’t clear what they were doing all this for. Did they do it because they wanted to, or because they wanted to throw off the scent…?
So I had some creepy as fuck, very realistic dreams. More so than usual.
So mines was odd, since I haven’t read a completely HP fic in a while.
I will elaborate on these eventually.
Something about Finding Nemo, ninjas, and possibly committing murder.
When I was about to type in the title, my computer lagged. Waiting for it to catch up, I switched to my Notepad doc which was open. When I went back the D was already there. Waiting. Staring at me like smile.dog.
I have a feeling I’m forgetting something about my dream (I did wake up a few times, after all), so I’ll tell you what I do remember.
You know how contextually everything I dream of makes a small amount of sense?
This one decided no, it wouldn’t make sense.