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breezeshadow) wrote2011-07-03 11:33 am
breezeshadow) wrote2011-07-03 11:33 am
Don't Really Want to Knooooow...
The 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.