Don't Really Want to Knooooow...
Jul. 3rd, 2011 11:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
breezeshadowThe song "The Truth is Out There" by Sonata Arctica is about the Twilight Zone. He sings about not knowing what the truth is, being hypnotized, and basically creepy shit.
I think it'd apply pretty well to my dreams the past two days.
The first one was at least pretty funny. I was playing a game. It looked like Rollercoaster Tycoon at first glance; there was a ski lift for one. But then it showed some chick dancing, in a belly dancer outfit. And at that one point there was an overweight woman in an extremely skimpy outfit. I turned to my brother and told him "Who needs clothes when you're a belly dancer?" He, in a very realistic reaction (especially for my dreams), nodded, said "Mmmhmmm", and walked away.
The dream focused on some king on a throne. Before him an extremely overweight woman, chugging vodka from a massive square jug. There may have been the remnants of fried chicken or something in her mouth too. She was foul-mouthed and slovenly. And in the game, you had to turn her into a sexy awesome belly dancer.
And then at one point I started running around singing about how I had kissed a girl and liked it. It wouldn't be a Breeze dream without hints at sexual frustration, folks!
When I woke up, I felt first ":}", then reality hit me and I immediately thought "Aw MAN! I HAVEN'T ever kissed a girl! D= ".
I have priorities guys. Disappointment first, THEN complete and utter confusion (a half-hour later, after the shower).
Then a day passed with no weird dreams, though I DID wake up and order something on Amazon that has the prude in me rather surprised. And then last night's dream... Um. UM.
I remember lying on the sidewalk, barely able to move, and coughing. Up blood. Lots and lots of blood and mucous. I kept feeling my teeth coming loose and being coughed up too. Always the same two molars, because then I would "wake up" and they'd be spontaneously back. Eventually one of them was just permanently missing.
I could see my mother wandering around a while away and I know I was desperate and upset and couldn't get why she didn't SEE me, DYING ON THE GROUND, and I wanted someone to get me and help me. I kept crawling around and leaving piles of blood and mucous where I went. They were getting bigger. At one point I coughed up a huge clot, or maybe it was lung tissue. It felt weird and wrong in my throat, like when I have a bloody nose and it becomes post-nasal drip.
Eventually my mother finally came over and I was standing up, though still feeling very sick, and I swear every ten minutes losing a tooth. Always the same three or so teeth; they just kept growing back randomly. One of my best friends from elementary school drove by insanely. My mother asked who it was; I replied, who else could it be?
Somehow I ended up at home. I kept on dreaming I was losing my teeth, or that was what I thought was going on. They would fall out, and then they'd just come back. At one point I woke up after having lost them, and they were still lost. Figuring I'd truly "wake up" eventually, I got up and went to wash my hands in some random sink. My AP Spanish teacher then attacked me with water or something, I don't know, I barely even know what was going on in that scene. All I know is most of my teeth came back.
At one point my front teeth were badly out of alignment. I nervously pushed the right tooth back into position.
Then I was laying on the window seat, no longer coughing up blood but still in pretty bad shape, with my mother taking care of me. My AP Spanish teacher, standing near a no-stick grill, declared we would go to this Spanish restaurant (it had a name, don't remember it) tonight. My mother and I were both like uhhhh, no.
And the dream basically went on for a bit with me losing teeth and regrowing them until I woke up.
And after a few minutes promptly checked that all of my teeth are around. They are. Safe and sound, strong and not wiggling, just a bit if inflammation from chronic gingivitis.
My dreams are usually highly symbolic. I can often relate even the weirdest details to something that is happening to me in my life. But these past two dreams?
FUCK if I have any idea what my brain is trying to tell me.
And maybe I don't want to know.
Now to eat some brunch and take a shower and go to lab to make sure my cancer cells are happy and growing.
Tschuess.
I think it'd apply pretty well to my dreams the past two days.
The first one was at least pretty funny. I was playing a game. It looked like Rollercoaster Tycoon at first glance; there was a ski lift for one. But then it showed some chick dancing, in a belly dancer outfit. And at that one point there was an overweight woman in an extremely skimpy outfit. I turned to my brother and told him "Who needs clothes when you're a belly dancer?" He, in a very realistic reaction (especially for my dreams), nodded, said "Mmmhmmm", and walked away.
The dream focused on some king on a throne. Before him an extremely overweight woman, chugging vodka from a massive square jug. There may have been the remnants of fried chicken or something in her mouth too. She was foul-mouthed and slovenly. And in the game, you had to turn her into a sexy awesome belly dancer.
And then at one point I started running around singing about how I had kissed a girl and liked it. It wouldn't be a Breeze dream without hints at sexual frustration, folks!
When I woke up, I felt first ":}", then reality hit me and I immediately thought "Aw MAN! I HAVEN'T ever kissed a girl! D= ".
I have priorities guys. Disappointment first, THEN complete and utter confusion (a half-hour later, after the shower).
Then a day passed with no weird dreams, though I DID wake up and order something on Amazon that has the prude in me rather surprised. And then last night's dream... Um. UM.
I remember lying on the sidewalk, barely able to move, and coughing. Up blood. Lots and lots of blood and mucous. I kept feeling my teeth coming loose and being coughed up too. Always the same two molars, because then I would "wake up" and they'd be spontaneously back. Eventually one of them was just permanently missing.
I could see my mother wandering around a while away and I know I was desperate and upset and couldn't get why she didn't SEE me, DYING ON THE GROUND, and I wanted someone to get me and help me. I kept crawling around and leaving piles of blood and mucous where I went. They were getting bigger. At one point I coughed up a huge clot, or maybe it was lung tissue. It felt weird and wrong in my throat, like when I have a bloody nose and it becomes post-nasal drip.
Eventually my mother finally came over and I was standing up, though still feeling very sick, and I swear every ten minutes losing a tooth. Always the same three or so teeth; they just kept growing back randomly. One of my best friends from elementary school drove by insanely. My mother asked who it was; I replied, who else could it be?
Somehow I ended up at home. I kept on dreaming I was losing my teeth, or that was what I thought was going on. They would fall out, and then they'd just come back. At one point I woke up after having lost them, and they were still lost. Figuring I'd truly "wake up" eventually, I got up and went to wash my hands in some random sink. My AP Spanish teacher then attacked me with water or something, I don't know, I barely even know what was going on in that scene. All I know is most of my teeth came back.
At one point my front teeth were badly out of alignment. I nervously pushed the right tooth back into position.
Then I was laying on the window seat, no longer coughing up blood but still in pretty bad shape, with my mother taking care of me. My AP Spanish teacher, standing near a no-stick grill, declared we would go to this Spanish restaurant (it had a name, don't remember it) tonight. My mother and I were both like uhhhh, no.
And the dream basically went on for a bit with me losing teeth and regrowing them until I woke up.
And after a few minutes promptly checked that all of my teeth are around. They are. Safe and sound, strong and not wiggling, just a bit if inflammation from chronic gingivitis.
My dreams are usually highly symbolic. I can often relate even the weirdest details to something that is happening to me in my life. But these past two dreams?
FUCK if I have any idea what my brain is trying to tell me.
And maybe I don't want to know.
Now to eat some brunch and take a shower and go to lab to make sure my cancer cells are happy and growing.
Tschuess.
