Dreams :
This was from Monday i think it was
Are they a view into another world? Maybe I'm just crazy. I bought a little note book from Target tonight to write down my dreams , they are really weird sometimes. a couple of weeks ago I had this dream about an ex and we were back together and super happy and I was like woe woe woe wait a second and I woke up, I was sad. Only for a few seconds. I had a dream once where I rode a chicken to Work too. Anyway the whole reason I bought one today, last nights dream.
April 6th 2009,
I 'm in a school somewhere only I'm not really there, it's like I'm standing on the other side of a see through Mirror. I recognize the little boy but I can't tell from where. I'm standing there taking in the perfect order of the white walls and the remarkable cleanliness of the whole place, watching the little boy play with something but I can't quite make it out. A voice shatter's the surreal world and my eyes begin to water, This ....is not a dream..... I turn and notice the little boy walking to a broken up kiosk unlike the rest of the surrounding's. Pennywise? Why after all these years does he return? The little boy walks closer answering questions with questions and I can't seem to stop him from approaching the the dark opening in the front. I walk up almost behind the little boy and he starts to back towards me. A white gloved hand fires out at an unhuman speed and misses the little boy.................... I woke up.......
I'm confused and a bit scared but I have watched the movie It repeated times since I was younger and I do not fear the clown known as pennywise anymore. As I looked around my room I noticed my hand was close to the edge of the bed and I pulled it back, can't be too safe right?........as I rolled over I said no more pennywise please.
The Bayou........ a dark sky but still daylight and 6 or 7 random people around me..... there faces are constantly changing in a blurr of color and barely catchable expression but I know them from somewhere, I look down and I'm not even me. My skin has become wrinkely, aged.......... I'm.......My great Grandfather, at least the appearance of, but the physical features of my own. As I look around beyond the strange people, I see a dock in the shape of a squared "u" and a boat, I begin walking taking in all I can the river looks a bit shallow towards the middle as I can see the ripples, must be a gravel bed........I tense up and stop mid stride to something different in the air. I turn to see that one of the people has stopped walking and is staring right at me and its Jack Nicholson...... I'm not sure what to make of it. He smiles and smooths back his hair on one side and says hi.... his voice is off, then I notice that the hair he had smoothed back was almost chipped and underneath was this bright red hair, the teeth.............yellow and dark sharp as knives. I turned on the spot and ran as fast as I could to the boat. I could here jingling and a laugh no longer hidden but yelling at me, telling em how much he loves this part. I get to the boat and immediately grab for the spear gun lying on the seat, I turned and fired. The spear hit pennywise dead in the chest and he stopped feet from me, half pennywise half Jack Nicholson staring first at the spear in his chest then at me no longer smiling but angry. I put every bit of my power into the kick I placed right in his face, once, twice, three times and Pennywise tumbled backwards over the boat into the water. I throw the throttle and take off while holding onto the spear gun dragging pennywise behind the boat. I did this for what seemed like 30 or 40 minutes before the line went slack. Either pennywise was dead or floating somewhere not in sight. I headed back to the dock to see if there was anyone left. The sight was disturbing, the bodies were mangled, blood covered the ground making it more of a nightmare than I would have expected. i turned the boat and took off to the other shore thinking some how Pennywise had made it back and killed the people on the shore.
Here is were once again my dream switches on me but just slightly enough to put me into another environment.
I hit the shore at top speed and fly out of the boat landing on my feet but sliding almost super hero like. I sprint straight up these wood steps cut from logs still sphere like and come out onto a street next to two children that are out of breath. I say theres been a murder..........The kids look at me and say look around man, Zombies. "Follow Us", shouted the kids and we ran up more of those same steps into more housing areas. We finally get to what i can assume is there house and there aunt opens the door smiling. The kids explain that they met me in the street but have no idea who I am. The Lady laughed hard and smooth and said children this man is very famous.......... The boy's both looked at me confused. Boys this here is James Earl Jones.
I shit you not that was my dream and I woke up like what the fuck.So you see why I wanted to buy something that i could write these things down in.
Thanks for reading
This was from Monday i think it was
Are they a view into another world? Maybe I'm just crazy. I bought a little note book from Target tonight to write down my dreams , they are really weird sometimes. a couple of weeks ago I had this dream about an ex and we were back together and super happy and I was like woe woe woe wait a second and I woke up, I was sad. Only for a few seconds. I had a dream once where I rode a chicken to Work too. Anyway the whole reason I bought one today, last nights dream.
April 6th 2009,
I 'm in a school somewhere only I'm not really there, it's like I'm standing on the other side of a see through Mirror. I recognize the little boy but I can't tell from where. I'm standing there taking in the perfect order of the white walls and the remarkable cleanliness of the whole place, watching the little boy play with something but I can't quite make it out. A voice shatter's the surreal world and my eyes begin to water, This ....is not a dream..... I turn and notice the little boy walking to a broken up kiosk unlike the rest of the surrounding's. Pennywise? Why after all these years does he return? The little boy walks closer answering questions with questions and I can't seem to stop him from approaching the the dark opening in the front. I walk up almost behind the little boy and he starts to back towards me. A white gloved hand fires out at an unhuman speed and misses the little boy.................... I woke up.......
I'm confused and a bit scared but I have watched the movie It repeated times since I was younger and I do not fear the clown known as pennywise anymore. As I looked around my room I noticed my hand was close to the edge of the bed and I pulled it back, can't be too safe right?........as I rolled over I said no more pennywise please.
The Bayou........ a dark sky but still daylight and 6 or 7 random people around me..... there faces are constantly changing in a blurr of color and barely catchable expression but I know them from somewhere, I look down and I'm not even me. My skin has become wrinkely, aged.......... I'm.......My great Grandfather, at least the appearance of, but the physical features of my own. As I look around beyond the strange people, I see a dock in the shape of a squared "u" and a boat, I begin walking taking in all I can the river looks a bit shallow towards the middle as I can see the ripples, must be a gravel bed........I tense up and stop mid stride to something different in the air. I turn to see that one of the people has stopped walking and is staring right at me and its Jack Nicholson...... I'm not sure what to make of it. He smiles and smooths back his hair on one side and says hi.... his voice is off, then I notice that the hair he had smoothed back was almost chipped and underneath was this bright red hair, the teeth.............yellow and dark sharp as knives. I turned on the spot and ran as fast as I could to the boat. I could here jingling and a laugh no longer hidden but yelling at me, telling em how much he loves this part. I get to the boat and immediately grab for the spear gun lying on the seat, I turned and fired. The spear hit pennywise dead in the chest and he stopped feet from me, half pennywise half Jack Nicholson staring first at the spear in his chest then at me no longer smiling but angry. I put every bit of my power into the kick I placed right in his face, once, twice, three times and Pennywise tumbled backwards over the boat into the water. I throw the throttle and take off while holding onto the spear gun dragging pennywise behind the boat. I did this for what seemed like 30 or 40 minutes before the line went slack. Either pennywise was dead or floating somewhere not in sight. I headed back to the dock to see if there was anyone left. The sight was disturbing, the bodies were mangled, blood covered the ground making it more of a nightmare than I would have expected. i turned the boat and took off to the other shore thinking some how Pennywise had made it back and killed the people on the shore.
Here is were once again my dream switches on me but just slightly enough to put me into another environment.
I hit the shore at top speed and fly out of the boat landing on my feet but sliding almost super hero like. I sprint straight up these wood steps cut from logs still sphere like and come out onto a street next to two children that are out of breath. I say theres been a murder..........The kids look at me and say look around man, Zombies. "Follow Us", shouted the kids and we ran up more of those same steps into more housing areas. We finally get to what i can assume is there house and there aunt opens the door smiling. The kids explain that they met me in the street but have no idea who I am. The Lady laughed hard and smooth and said children this man is very famous.......... The boy's both looked at me confused. Boys this here is James Earl Jones.
I shit you not that was my dream and I woke up like what the fuck.So you see why I wanted to buy something that i could write these things down in.
Thanks for reading
kikibabe:
That YouTube clip was FUCKING AWESOME!!!!