I had 3 dreams that tied together in one way or another.
The first one I remember had some sort of play that some of the people in the city were forced to be in, and the "star" was evil. I ended up in the play as punishment for sneaking around in places that I shouldn't have been sneaking around in. That dream randomly turned into me seeing a young boy and his little sister playing at a school. There was also a bully that wouldn't leave the little girl alone, and finally the brother pretty much beat the crap out of the kid. He saw his aunt coming and ran, though not because he was afraid of being punished. He really wanted to be alone because his home life was kind of messed up. He found an unlocked gym shed and locked the door behind him, then proceeded to stuff himself in a room made of white mats. Because the walls weren't very tall, he tried to find a bit more of a secluded area, which he did. The walls were even shorter, but it wasn't as close to the door, and was big enough for him to lie down. By now he could hear his aunt's voice and the voices of several children, and he noticed that he was swinging back and forth. Eventually the swinging stopped, and he got out because he almost hit one of the kids. He realized that his aunt wasn't mad, and then I woke up.
The second dream was more of the stuff before the play. I was snooping around, and was all epic and had invented my own phone which I had on at all times, and I knew how to drive the weirdest but awesomest car ever. It was one passenger, the gas pedal was to the very left, a slow and break pedal were to the right. I was driving through town, looking for something or someone, when I happened to get out at a building and who should be there but my step dad and some woman. She was apparently his mistress. I kept trying to sneak away, and make sure that they couldn't see my face, but he'd already recognized me and was stupidly clever in following me. Eventually I stupidly yelled at him to stop following me. And I was caught. I was also surrounded by barbed wire fence. There was one place I could jump over, but it was too far from my car. So he called my mom, and I had to sit there, doing nothing, until they left the gate open. He walked away and I seized the opportunity to run. However, I took too long finding a car and by the time I got it open with my master key, he was already on his way back, so I kicked the door shut and woke up.
The third dream started off with the play, which I managed to escape from. I went home and found out that someone in my family was going to die the same way my dream father had. He'd died of a "clot" which looked more like a hardened white foam seeping out of the body, but it did have something to do with the blood. Then the body of the dream was like flashback city, and somehow his body ended up being in the school yard where I clung to it, expecting to be the one to die. Well, it turned out my mother was the one who died, and because of a mosquito that bit the little girl from the first dream, and then my dream father, my father somehow lived. O.o
And then I just woke up and got some water.
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Mainly a record of my more interesting dreams that I was able to remember after waking up. (Apparently my uncontrollable confessions, as well. In the form of poetry. All to the same man.)
If the boy who draws
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
lets you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold