kirin_ka

My dreams just keep getting stranger, and stranger. I thought that a gorilla with David Bowie's face that could run over 70 mph, and eventually transformed into a bear was the weirdest it could get. I was way wrong. My last one invovled a carnival at an airport that turned out to be one Final Destination type death after another. None of them involved rides, but I witnessed almost all of them. The final one, which shook me awake, was a women screaming as she slipped and fell off the side of a walk way. Then a whole crowd of screaming. I went over to see who it was, and before I saw it I woke up. During the dream there were mutant babies, and plane crashes, and car crashes, guns, strippers, and drugs. It was interesting. I think there was a dance off at the top of the garage parking lot, too. It is definitely not dull to be me.

The last week or so, I've been focusing alot on what I do before I go to sleep. I am kind of like a dog, or cat. I stretch out, and shift around a bunch, atleast fifteen times, before I get in a good position to fall asleep. I rub my face on the pillow like a dog trying to scratch it's face on the carpet. Though honestly, you couldn't help but do it in my bed, everything about it is comfort. Oh my bed rocks, I think I am gonna go take a nap.

Edit: Oh man, I just remembered another one. I was running from this redneck that apparently wanted to kill me. He had some kind of mutated beast that was tracking me. So I kept running from underground to above ground like it was some mario kart vs match. Eventually I ran to my apartment/dorm room, which wasn't like I was in college and in an appartment, it was a college that had an apartment complex that rented to the general public. So I didn't have my key card to get into the building, and I had to wait for some other tenant to go in or out until I could slip in before the redneck caught me. Eventually I made it back to my apartment, but had to go back out because I left something downstairs, outside, and didn't want it to get rained on. So I went down to an exit and propped the door open. While searching for my item I came upon a creek. As I was about to jump across an alligator jumped out of the water and tried to get me. It was then that I noticed this creek was full of alligators. There were some kids playing around near the creek and kept telling another kid that the alligators were friendly, and to just jump in there and play with them. Then they started daring him and calling him chicken. The kid reluctantly slid into the water and walked towards the nearest alligator. As he was reaching his hand out to pet it the gator lunged at him and snapped it's jaws down on the kids head and took him underwater. I don't remember much more than that, nor do I know what happened to the redneck and his mutant. I've got one fucked up mind, man.