My weirdness tends to carry over into my dreams. I never know how to interpret them, and I don't trust those dream dictionaries at all.
Seriously, check this out.
My dreams are very vivid, and I generally remember them like they actually happened to me. Sometimes I'll find myself remembering something and having to question whether it was real or just a dream I had years ago.
I think it was Wednesday night...I had the strangest string of dreams. It started out with me at what seemed to be an anime convention, and this girl I met at Otakon told me to put her The Cheat costume on while she went off to do...something. So there I am as The Cheat (by the way, that character is how I got my nickname The Katy *dork*), and my ex-best friend/roommate's friend Amanda comes up to me and asks to get her picture taken with me. This made me really uncomfortable, then I realized she didn't know that it was me in the costume. No disastrous confrontation about stories she might have heard about me...
Then I was in a mall somewhere, and this other girl I met at Otakon, Dezy (fellow extreme Silent Hill fan), was using a syringe to draw blood out of her arm. She handed it to me, and I've never been squeamish about blood but for some reason this freaked me out. Then the blood started oozing out of the syringe and down over my hand. I went into a kind of trance and ended up frozen, collapsed on the floor. All of a sudden there were people all around watching me. I started levitating and spinning around really fast, moving across the floor.
Somehow I got my senses back, and snuck past everyone. I ended up walking in to some department store, and this woman came towards me like she had suspisions about me. Like I was a criminal. She put on a fake smile though and asked if I needed any help. Then she practically forced me into an elevator. We were going up, and she stood with her back to the door, me facing her. I introduced myself to her as "Sean". I remember saying "I know that's not a common name for a girl." Then she introduced herself to me as "Katy"! WHAT!?
Somewhere along the way I ended up outside near my house. It was foggy and kind of cold. Then these dogs started chasing me. I'm not scared of many things, but large dogs terrify me. I ran up the hill towards my house, but realized I wasn't going to make it. I noticed a large tree house, and started climbing my way up. A few of my friends were waiting at the top, and they grabbed for my hand to pull me up to safety.
My friend Brad, who has a really annoying habit of trying to talk to me in Japanese phrases because we both happen to like anime, fell over the side while he was helping me up. We tried to pull him back up but the dogs were tearing into him. Eventually we brought him back to the top, he said something in Japanese, and died.
My friend Nessa told me what he said basically meant "No regrets." I cried.
That's what I remember of that stupid dream.
Last night I had a dream that my friends and me were walking around Morgantown, and we had decided to catch a ride on the PRT. It's a kind of monorail system that runs around the WVU campus. As we were walking to the stairs to enter one of the stations, we noticed there was a girl slumped over against a wall, and two people hovering over her who seemed to be her parents. There was a pillar in the way of her face, so I didn't see clearly what was going on. As we walked past my friend Drew said "Oh...that had to hurt..." I was finally able to see when we got halfway up the stairs. Half of her head was missing. Well not really missing, because it was splattered across the wall behind her. She had shot herself.
We all just stood there in disbelief of what we were seeing. At this moment I thought of something I had read in a Henry Rollins book, about a woman that had shot herself in the head outside of a Kmart, and how he went there and pulled a piece of her brain off the wall as a souvenir.
This event affected everywhere my dreams went for the rest of the night. At one point we were all in someone's house, talking about the young woman we had seen, and about all of the tragedy our group has dealt with before.
I can close my eyes and be right there on the stairs looking at her.
Anyone have any clue what that might mean?
Seriously, check this out.
My dreams are very vivid, and I generally remember them like they actually happened to me. Sometimes I'll find myself remembering something and having to question whether it was real or just a dream I had years ago.
I think it was Wednesday night...I had the strangest string of dreams. It started out with me at what seemed to be an anime convention, and this girl I met at Otakon told me to put her The Cheat costume on while she went off to do...something. So there I am as The Cheat (by the way, that character is how I got my nickname The Katy *dork*), and my ex-best friend/roommate's friend Amanda comes up to me and asks to get her picture taken with me. This made me really uncomfortable, then I realized she didn't know that it was me in the costume. No disastrous confrontation about stories she might have heard about me...
Then I was in a mall somewhere, and this other girl I met at Otakon, Dezy (fellow extreme Silent Hill fan), was using a syringe to draw blood out of her arm. She handed it to me, and I've never been squeamish about blood but for some reason this freaked me out. Then the blood started oozing out of the syringe and down over my hand. I went into a kind of trance and ended up frozen, collapsed on the floor. All of a sudden there were people all around watching me. I started levitating and spinning around really fast, moving across the floor.
Somehow I got my senses back, and snuck past everyone. I ended up walking in to some department store, and this woman came towards me like she had suspisions about me. Like I was a criminal. She put on a fake smile though and asked if I needed any help. Then she practically forced me into an elevator. We were going up, and she stood with her back to the door, me facing her. I introduced myself to her as "Sean". I remember saying "I know that's not a common name for a girl." Then she introduced herself to me as "Katy"! WHAT!?
Somewhere along the way I ended up outside near my house. It was foggy and kind of cold. Then these dogs started chasing me. I'm not scared of many things, but large dogs terrify me. I ran up the hill towards my house, but realized I wasn't going to make it. I noticed a large tree house, and started climbing my way up. A few of my friends were waiting at the top, and they grabbed for my hand to pull me up to safety.
My friend Brad, who has a really annoying habit of trying to talk to me in Japanese phrases because we both happen to like anime, fell over the side while he was helping me up. We tried to pull him back up but the dogs were tearing into him. Eventually we brought him back to the top, he said something in Japanese, and died.
My friend Nessa told me what he said basically meant "No regrets." I cried.
That's what I remember of that stupid dream.
Last night I had a dream that my friends and me were walking around Morgantown, and we had decided to catch a ride on the PRT. It's a kind of monorail system that runs around the WVU campus. As we were walking to the stairs to enter one of the stations, we noticed there was a girl slumped over against a wall, and two people hovering over her who seemed to be her parents. There was a pillar in the way of her face, so I didn't see clearly what was going on. As we walked past my friend Drew said "Oh...that had to hurt..." I was finally able to see when we got halfway up the stairs. Half of her head was missing. Well not really missing, because it was splattered across the wall behind her. She had shot herself.
We all just stood there in disbelief of what we were seeing. At this moment I thought of something I had read in a Henry Rollins book, about a woman that had shot herself in the head outside of a Kmart, and how he went there and pulled a piece of her brain off the wall as a souvenir.
This event affected everywhere my dreams went for the rest of the night. At one point we were all in someone's house, talking about the young woman we had seen, and about all of the tragedy our group has dealt with before.
I can close my eyes and be right there on the stairs looking at her.
Anyone have any clue what that might mean?
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