Two fookey dreams last night and this morning....
The first one I wasn't going to mention at first...
Felt horrible when waking up, thinking I was a bad person to dream a thing...where...I was over obsessed....
but after the second dream, I remembered why I pushed myself to the extreme.
A loved one went missing....
a year passed with no word...
she's gone but the way she left had me worried....
Only one thought remained:
"I must find her..."
This is what I forgot in the dream. When I woke up the first time, felt so dirty and stalkerish but was relieved when the reason came to me. Glad I'm not a desperate psycho sweatdrop
Did research to find out the girl vanished the day after I talked to her. As if she never exisited or was born. At first the thought of her doing this to get away from me was the answer but really...why would someone go through so much trouble to stay away from me? sweatdrop
My journey lead me outside of the place her parents once stayed. They moved 3 days after her disappearance...
The old occupants that came in after had just moved out from what the Office Manager said. When I asked about the girl and her parents from a year ago, he said he rememebered the parents but no girl...
I got to look in the empty apartment....
There was a room which I knew had to of been hers...
The window in the room glimmered
When I walked over to it, I pushed. The window opened like two double doors and next I walked along a dock. On the edge of the dock was a long tree branch. I don't know what made me want to cross the thin yet thick sided piece of growing wood. As I crossed, looking down, the ground was a sea of grass. Three black dogs looked at me...not growling. Not rabid. Watching. Waiting for something as they trotted in a huge circle around the tree....
Upon reaching the other side, I stepped in a giant nest. In the nest was a button. A Button of Birthdays. A trophy that offers a tour, information and access(plus free cake)to the building her father worked.
I sat in the nest wondering if maybe this girl was an illusion of my mind. A pure fantasy. But the other half wondered if she cried out for help everyday with not hope. A living Hell...
I got up and noticed the dogs were gone. But a brown dog...big and furry(a Chow/cocker spaniel mix?)was crossing the branch, coming for me.
The dog's legs were small but its body was huuuge
I jumped and landed with ease. The dog didn't even notice I wasn't in the nest anymore. Ran to my next location. This time with a friend.
Funny part? I didn't know this friend at all until waking up. Realized it was a character named Nick from an RP of mine sweatdrop
In the building, I showed the button to security.
They spoke with no words....three men. Lips moved. No sound.
I could feel lies from those lips...
Nick and I sat in the lobby. We needed to find her father. If not find him, get information but never let him be aware of our presence....
A famous newscaster walks by...
the security turns heads to him and speak. Still no words.
that's when we move.
We walk up to the newscaster, as if we know him and work up a conversation, walking pass security. I swear they all gave the same creepy glare...ugh...
All three of us got on the elevator. It stopped on the second, which is where Nick and I stepped out. No clue where to go...walking around, looking out of place was going to get us noticed. Needed to work fast!
In the middle of the main hall was a map. Had the names of the workers on the Level including their location. Perfect.
His name wasn't on the poster, so we ran on the elevator to the next floor. I got off but Nick kept going to check the other levels. Walked over to the giant paper taped to the wall
There he was....
his name...where he sits. The feeling of having him exposed ran through my body. But next came a chill. I wasn't scared of him, but the anticipation of what comes later. There was a cubicle not to far away from his desk...
I poked the picture of the sitting arrangement, fingering a closet that looked across to his office door.
"3rd Floor....cubicle E8.....that is where we wait..."
I hoped for Nick's return...and woke up....
Booooo
I know...
The dream did continue when drifting off again. But I won't say the outcome. The reasoning for everything was weird...
If I would of stayed asleep the first time, the path and focus of the dream would have been better. So I was a little disappointed.
But I did find her...
I'll leave it at that...
Now the next part had nothing to do with that dream. In fact was about Fight Club surprised
Was going to post the dream, but this is warning if you haven't seen Fight Club. It's an awesome film and I don't want to reveil things about it either
"First rule about Fight Club. You don't talk about Fight Club."
Sorry, couldn't help it sweatdrop
SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK: domokun
This dream was very visual...surprising me...
Now in this dream, The Pixies "Where is My Mind?" plays. Not the movie version but from the CD....
Everything is black...
When the guitar sounds off, feet come into view facing a window.
Buildings collapse and the focus begins to zoom out more....
Marla stares at the man confused. Entranced...
The dark figure takes both of her hands and wraps his around them.
At this time, everything goes Widescreen.
The dream turns into a film projection. The sound of the movie projection motor sounds as well....
The figure is noticible now. But it's not Jack...Edward Norton....
No...it's Brad Pitt...
He looks down at Marla. She looks up at him.
The black margin underneath the film was crisp and wasn't like the picture above it. Captions appeared with a blue mist in front of the words....the mist seems to spilt into two lines. The Captions read:
"Moods begin to change...."
The blue lines form two scribbled heads...
"Ever think you were really Tyler?"
The two blue heads stare at each other in love and kiss, as the the characters above just stare at one another.
Funky, yes?
Now I wonder what was in that tea....
but I slept alot yesterday, that's when my dreams get cool and visual.
Don't expect anything like this tomorrow sweatdrop
And I hope you're ok suga' mama. The Jester Cat waits for you 3nodding
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hmm...
over 20 years... at least? sweatdrop
He always has one of those big fancy offices... he's... very high up.
My computer died. I was able to save my files but I don't have my XP discs so I'm stuck with ME for 2 weeks...
I take pride in all the hard work my dad's put into getting to where he is today...
I know it was just a dream... but keep it in mind...
>>;
Its a source of a lot of pride in this family...