Alrighty! Here is my dream from last night!
dark, covered. I was sorting containers, drawers and other crap in my parents basement. Some containers were filled with liquid, food, toxic material, etc. and I was making sure to dispose of it properly. It took most of the dream to complete the sort. I felt like there was someone there watching me, the way I usually do when I'm in the basement for real life. My Auntie Sharon came down to talk to me.
That's it. Thrilling hey? No, Meg, that was not interesting. Yesterday I fell back asleep after I blogged and had a better dream. I didn't get chance to add it. So to reignite the spark, I'm going to P.S. it! OK enjoy!
P.S. Colorful, fantastical. The beginning took place in my bedroom but the room was bigger and the furniture either moved or altered. I was getting ready to work out on my extremely old school exercise bike, but really I wanted to masterbate. Beth had drawn a picture for me on my old small chalk board and wanted to show me. She wouldn't leave. I tidied my laundry in annoyance, then I started playing with the chalk. A big meeting table appeared in my room, Eden was sitting a desk with a computer in the corner, and Mom, Dad and I were sitting around the table at one of the corners. Mom left to go rollerblading. Dad was telling me how everything he bought was crap after he got off the phone. He was talking to someone about the steaks he bought from them, they were advising him not to eat them, they were probably bad. I asked him what else was crappy. He said, "this table." There was a keyboard tray on tracks under the table, and the tracks went all the way across the length of the table. He shoved the tray and it slid all the way to the other side and crashed on the floor. We all started laughing.
Then we were in a building I have never seen before. It was bright, sunny day and looked like it was a scene from Mario Land, on the N64 game. We were waiting for classmates to arrive, and one girl was handing out bright blue kokanee cans. Our coach decided to take us out to the field to play dodgeball. Dad, Jordy, Mom (flashed in and out) and I walked with the class most of the way then veered off to visit a man who lived atop a very tall tower, with series of stairways to access the house. His house looked like a weird gallery inside. I ate pancakes with oatmeal in them, yogurt, chocolate bars and tea, while the others were talking. Jordy had a small choc. milk with NEU in the stamp on the carton. We knew the milk was bad because we had cartons with the same stamp and they were all sour. When it was time to leave, Jordy and I went ahead down the stairs while Dad stayed a bit to say goodbye. I could see two men arriving, they were dressed in very colorful, elaborate costume clothes, and they gave an air of menacing. I turned back and continued down, Dad started down, I stopped turned and started shouting back at the man to warn him. The men scowled at me, went inside and shut the door.
Then I was laying with Will Farrell on a straw matt, which was the roof of a straw hut. There were a series of huts, all connected by walkways or small walls. He was naked and I was fondling and kissing him. He said that we should be quiet so the rats wont bite us. He started floating up and followed a woman's presence. That presence was everywhere in my dream but I never saw her, only felt her. She was watching but not interfering. Then I was with Colin. He had been in some sort of demon coma for a three days and had wrote on paper and the floor and the wall in a creepy room in a basement. There were evil words, sketches and blood smeared all around. He was afraid and asked me what he should do. I told him to keep writing and started to rub his back.
I'm starting to dream alot about my surroundings, objects and words I've seen the day before and people that I know and are close to. I used to dream about frightening and odd places, with an obscene amount of detail. There was usually water or buildings hiding something from me. And I was usually afraid. I find it rather odd. I wonder what my future dreams will be like. hmmm... and I can't believe masterbate gets a red squiggly line under it!
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