I am in this comfortable but small room with this pretty woman - i like her she has a good soul. She is playing with this parrot, it has a blue tail and red wings and a white chest. Soon another man comes that she needs to talk to, so she leaves the room and closes the door behind her. This other man is a doctor. Dr. Dan I think she calls him.
The parrot is in this plastic tube thing. It has a sliding cover on top. There is a hole there where you can put it in and let it out.
Somehow water got in. Oh no don't die! I turn tube upside to let water out, water at last leaves his head where he breathes. I want him to live, do not panic
He is ok how did that happen?
Soon it happens again, oh no surely he is dead for sure what is going on feeling guilty but i didn't do it
again tip over water last to leave head, he is alive!!
he sticks a leg out, grasping out with his claw wide and flexing
she comes back in. i feel so stupid and irresponsible and sad as if he is dead but he isn't and i don't know what to say to her, i just want to give her back the bird.
I am so relieved he is alive and the woman doesn't seem to be mad at me.
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Bedroom, Project, Quicker by Toll
I am in a large bedroom with a bed that is in the far corner and is low to the ground. This place is full of stuff but at the same time spacious and not too cluttered.
Someone that reminds me of my brother is there, but is not exactly my brother. I just have the idea of "brother".
I am working on a project. This "brother" is worried for me, on how well I'll do. Giving me all this advice and stuff. I just want him to shut the hell up, enough! I don't say that, I am calm. I endure his talking and just do my own thing. I feel I have done enough for this project to be ready for it.
I lounge in bed now, and I have this one odd card to look at in preparation for tomorrow. It is like the size of one of the larger index cards and it is black background with small white letters almost like a negative or copy paper. I look at it as I am going to sleep.
I wake up to an Ice-T song. I am but briefly in the apartment getting up, getting ready to go, taking my time, my brother is rushing me all a twitter! I am not being lazy, just calm.
Next thing I know we are at a kind of intersection. But it is more like a field. I mean, we have a choice of how to proceed and we are in a car in a flat area with short grass I am not sure of the details here. In front of us is a place like a line of ticket booths. White with windows.
We are discussing which route to take. If we take the regular route, we could be late. There could be traffic or a wreck or something. If we instead take the ticketed route (like a toll route? a bus, a train, what? I don't know) we will be guaranteed to get there in plenty of time.
BUT if we take the ticketed route we might get caught! For some reason it's dangerous for us. Are we fugitives? I never know why my brother is nervous about this way. I still am not, but his worry does make me worry a little.
So, I decide to take the ticket route.
I go up to the counter. There is a space just over a foot long and palm high in the glass that is open bordered in silver and rounded on the sides flat on top. it rounds up to the flat top gradually. I'd say three pairs of regular size hands could fit side by side here. There is a female on the other side, dark hair white, but otherwise vague and mute.
My brother is especially worried about me making crumbs on the counter there. I shrug it off. The crumbs are from a dessert. Like a long rice crispy square. The lady doesn't seem to care.
I get the ticket and go back to my car.
I think my brother is gone. The last time he is clear is what I said last.
At some point a young white blonde gorgeous woman has appeared as well.
That is all I can recall.
***
Analysis: I think this may be telling me to let my worry side jabber on, but ignore it. Everything is going to be OK, and things are shaping up for something soon in it's own time. I am prepared enough, but a little bit of a review wouldn't hurt but nothing big.
I don't have to really worry about any threats. Just weather them and it will be OK.
Soon I will be on a fast track and guaranteed to get where i am going in plenty of time.
This may also mean "focus energy". I just thought of that on my drive home from work.
As to the blonde ... not sure. If it is my guardian angel, it is further saying that I'm doing just fine. Since I made it through all the other stuff, THEN she appears as like a nod. I forget if she was in the car. If she was in my car, that means she is saying she is along for the ride. All I remember is her smiling, I don't recall a single word or other expression.
Someone that reminds me of my brother is there, but is not exactly my brother. I just have the idea of "brother".
I am working on a project. This "brother" is worried for me, on how well I'll do. Giving me all this advice and stuff. I just want him to shut the hell up, enough! I don't say that, I am calm. I endure his talking and just do my own thing. I feel I have done enough for this project to be ready for it.
I lounge in bed now, and I have this one odd card to look at in preparation for tomorrow. It is like the size of one of the larger index cards and it is black background with small white letters almost like a negative or copy paper. I look at it as I am going to sleep.
I wake up to an Ice-T song. I am but briefly in the apartment getting up, getting ready to go, taking my time, my brother is rushing me all a twitter! I am not being lazy, just calm.
Next thing I know we are at a kind of intersection. But it is more like a field. I mean, we have a choice of how to proceed and we are in a car in a flat area with short grass I am not sure of the details here. In front of us is a place like a line of ticket booths. White with windows.
We are discussing which route to take. If we take the regular route, we could be late. There could be traffic or a wreck or something. If we instead take the ticketed route (like a toll route? a bus, a train, what? I don't know) we will be guaranteed to get there in plenty of time.
BUT if we take the ticketed route we might get caught! For some reason it's dangerous for us. Are we fugitives? I never know why my brother is nervous about this way. I still am not, but his worry does make me worry a little.
So, I decide to take the ticket route.
I go up to the counter. There is a space just over a foot long and palm high in the glass that is open bordered in silver and rounded on the sides flat on top. it rounds up to the flat top gradually. I'd say three pairs of regular size hands could fit side by side here. There is a female on the other side, dark hair white, but otherwise vague and mute.
My brother is especially worried about me making crumbs on the counter there. I shrug it off. The crumbs are from a dessert. Like a long rice crispy square. The lady doesn't seem to care.
I get the ticket and go back to my car.
I think my brother is gone. The last time he is clear is what I said last.
At some point a young white blonde gorgeous woman has appeared as well.
That is all I can recall.
***
Analysis: I think this may be telling me to let my worry side jabber on, but ignore it. Everything is going to be OK, and things are shaping up for something soon in it's own time. I am prepared enough, but a little bit of a review wouldn't hurt but nothing big.
I don't have to really worry about any threats. Just weather them and it will be OK.
Soon I will be on a fast track and guaranteed to get where i am going in plenty of time.
This may also mean "focus energy". I just thought of that on my drive home from work.
As to the blonde ... not sure. If it is my guardian angel, it is further saying that I'm doing just fine. Since I made it through all the other stuff, THEN she appears as like a nod. I forget if she was in the car. If she was in my car, that means she is saying she is along for the ride. All I remember is her smiling, I don't recall a single word or other expression.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Con Artist @ Work?
I am in a workplace. I see a tall gorgeous blonde young woman (20-30) and we talk briefly and cordially. Feels like the air between us has cleared, but there's something else odd about her I cannot place so I just shrug my shoulders and get on with my day.
I in a "back" area like a dock. I am doing what my supervisor is telling me to do. No pressure. I forget what though.
Now I am outside by a truck/van. I am out there to do something (load or unload the van), but I am interrupted by a man who is asking me questions. I try to tell him I don't know even as I try to answer some of them. Finally he listens to me when i have been telling him to go see my supervisor. He acts annoyed that he has to go all the way inside. But, if you want answers, go to the source I think. So, I am nice and smile but his frustration affected me.
Now I am a slightly different situation. It feels as if Two plot threads are twisting around each other like a DNA double helix. Because this part still feels like it is in a workplace BUT it also feels like a social gathering/dinner party.
Later on I have reason to go into the young blonde's office. She isn't there, but two dark-haired middle-aged women are. Her desk faces away from the door and is to your right as you walk in. To her left and behind her is a filing cabinet. Diagonal in the opposite corner facing the door is another desk. That is her co-worker's (but I also get the word "husband") desk.
These women are asking me questions about blondie. They don't seem to know her name yet, and when I say it they nod at each other. This name is on their ALIAS list. They are investigating her as a kid of "con artist". Her hubby and co-worker is probably her accomplice but sometimes she keeps one person closer to her than others.
They tell me about her and ask me questions about her too. They are carefully investigating her desk, trying not to move anything or putting it back. I move one group of stuff. I was trying to be careful, but I am a tad clumsy at it. We try to get it to look like no one has been here.
They weren't 100% sure they had the right person. They also noticed that maybe she was tiring of this charade and wanted to quit/go legit.
***
I can't quite recall enough of the other scenes, but they were quick. Like one was standing at the top of a few carpeted stairs leading down and there are two lines one going to the left one to the right. I am in the left one, and a guy I know (reminds me of David Piepenburg, my best friend at college) is in the right. We converse a bit.
There is another scene that combines office with dinner party. And a few office-only related things.
I in a "back" area like a dock. I am doing what my supervisor is telling me to do. No pressure. I forget what though.
Now I am outside by a truck/van. I am out there to do something (load or unload the van), but I am interrupted by a man who is asking me questions. I try to tell him I don't know even as I try to answer some of them. Finally he listens to me when i have been telling him to go see my supervisor. He acts annoyed that he has to go all the way inside. But, if you want answers, go to the source I think. So, I am nice and smile but his frustration affected me.
Now I am a slightly different situation. It feels as if Two plot threads are twisting around each other like a DNA double helix. Because this part still feels like it is in a workplace BUT it also feels like a social gathering/dinner party.
Later on I have reason to go into the young blonde's office. She isn't there, but two dark-haired middle-aged women are. Her desk faces away from the door and is to your right as you walk in. To her left and behind her is a filing cabinet. Diagonal in the opposite corner facing the door is another desk. That is her co-worker's (but I also get the word "husband") desk.
These women are asking me questions about blondie. They don't seem to know her name yet, and when I say it they nod at each other. This name is on their ALIAS list. They are investigating her as a kid of "con artist". Her hubby and co-worker is probably her accomplice but sometimes she keeps one person closer to her than others.
They tell me about her and ask me questions about her too. They are carefully investigating her desk, trying not to move anything or putting it back. I move one group of stuff. I was trying to be careful, but I am a tad clumsy at it. We try to get it to look like no one has been here.
They weren't 100% sure they had the right person. They also noticed that maybe she was tiring of this charade and wanted to quit/go legit.
***
I can't quite recall enough of the other scenes, but they were quick. Like one was standing at the top of a few carpeted stairs leading down and there are two lines one going to the left one to the right. I am in the left one, and a guy I know (reminds me of David Piepenburg, my best friend at college) is in the right. We converse a bit.
There is another scene that combines office with dinner party. And a few office-only related things.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
of Trees and Her (Fugitive)
There is this girl. Young (mid-20's to 30's?) dark curly haired, glorious smile. She is with me somewhere. We are watching a TV program. It is a documentary. It is about a foreign place and an ancient sacred ceremony they do. I had the idea later that they USED to do sacred ceremonies here but what I saw either interrupted that or happened present-day where in old times they used to have them. I am nto entirely sure.
I see strange narrow stone steps, from two different angles, on a hill. Like an ancient site. Like Cambodia, the Angor places? It was ancient stone still slightly over grown with tiny steps in height and length to the next one. One was in front of me, the other was to the right and diagonal came down towards the other. Then these huge round logs come tumbling down them. Lots of them. I see this several time.
Suddenly we are there.
We walk up those steps and out of the city into the woods where these special trees live. We see some where much training went into cutting some of them down. Cutting and burning and other methods. I felt sweaty bloody people doing it, under duress. We see three trees partially destroyed on the very bottom in different ways. One cut, one burnt, the other something like acid I don't know.
Then we get into the proper woods. We are looking for these trees. I let her lead.
She is happy. She is comfortable around me. She always has a hint of a smile on her lips. She sees me, she knows me, even if I make a mistake I can still do no wrong in her eyes. So, I feel comfortable around her.
I almost lose her. I got distracted looking at the scenery. I call out to her because I cannot see her. I ask her to stop till I can catch up. I try not to panic too much. Everything is going to be OK I tell myself. I push the fear down and do not let it take over.
I hear us playing with her name in my head. I see her smile and hear her laughter in my heart. I follow the direction I last saw her go in. I was on a ridge like hill and I walk from lower to higher to find her. I find her in the most beautiful spot right in front of the biggest and most beautiful tree. On the very top of the hill. The tree is so wiiiiiiiiiiide!
Now we are moving from place to place. We did not do anything wrong but we are fugitives.
I am a fugitive. I wear a hat. Am I in military garb? I try to walk straight and proud. I try to just walk straight through the crowd (airport) in a way a fugitive never would figuring they would never expect me to be so obvious. So far it's working. I decide not to be afraid. I am being guided, protected, I am trusting this. I am not caught. I smile at those I pass, they smile back, and in that little exchange I feel a protection from them. As if in doing that from person to person, they thank me for my smile by not only smiling back but somehow giving me protection.
I am some kind of agent. I know some things that others do not, even more experienced smarter ones. I have figured some things out. I have to be careful. Everything has to be just right. I have to have them in a place where I have provided for my safety so I can convince them now and forever not to take action against me. And to be able to have their full attention to share with them vital knowledge and have them procure my services without using me or dumping me once I do it.
My headquarters is a hotel room, I think. I move around and talk to people and I work things out.
I finally feel ready. I can tell them know. I am very aware. So very aware. I let them come to a room and sit. Then I come in. Some want to challenge me. Right away. I know which ones they are. I have to threaten them in order to meet their challenge. I tell them of my set-up precautionary measures. I move around like a movie camera to each place that I can show them how I am perfectly protected. They realize this, I can see their gears turning. Then they smile and relax and I know they know and that things will be OK. I am also able to appeal to those who already think there is something to me but do not like to be threatened.
It is all set up now. It is safe.
So, I start to tell them.
I stir and wake up around 3 am.
I see strange narrow stone steps, from two different angles, on a hill. Like an ancient site. Like Cambodia, the Angor places? It was ancient stone still slightly over grown with tiny steps in height and length to the next one. One was in front of me, the other was to the right and diagonal came down towards the other. Then these huge round logs come tumbling down them. Lots of them. I see this several time.
Suddenly we are there.
We walk up those steps and out of the city into the woods where these special trees live. We see some where much training went into cutting some of them down. Cutting and burning and other methods. I felt sweaty bloody people doing it, under duress. We see three trees partially destroyed on the very bottom in different ways. One cut, one burnt, the other something like acid I don't know.
Then we get into the proper woods. We are looking for these trees. I let her lead.
She is happy. She is comfortable around me. She always has a hint of a smile on her lips. She sees me, she knows me, even if I make a mistake I can still do no wrong in her eyes. So, I feel comfortable around her.
I almost lose her. I got distracted looking at the scenery. I call out to her because I cannot see her. I ask her to stop till I can catch up. I try not to panic too much. Everything is going to be OK I tell myself. I push the fear down and do not let it take over.
I hear us playing with her name in my head. I see her smile and hear her laughter in my heart. I follow the direction I last saw her go in. I was on a ridge like hill and I walk from lower to higher to find her. I find her in the most beautiful spot right in front of the biggest and most beautiful tree. On the very top of the hill. The tree is so wiiiiiiiiiiide!
Now we are moving from place to place. We did not do anything wrong but we are fugitives.
I am a fugitive. I wear a hat. Am I in military garb? I try to walk straight and proud. I try to just walk straight through the crowd (airport) in a way a fugitive never would figuring they would never expect me to be so obvious. So far it's working. I decide not to be afraid. I am being guided, protected, I am trusting this. I am not caught. I smile at those I pass, they smile back, and in that little exchange I feel a protection from them. As if in doing that from person to person, they thank me for my smile by not only smiling back but somehow giving me protection.
I am some kind of agent. I know some things that others do not, even more experienced smarter ones. I have figured some things out. I have to be careful. Everything has to be just right. I have to have them in a place where I have provided for my safety so I can convince them now and forever not to take action against me. And to be able to have their full attention to share with them vital knowledge and have them procure my services without using me or dumping me once I do it.
My headquarters is a hotel room, I think. I move around and talk to people and I work things out.
I finally feel ready. I can tell them know. I am very aware. So very aware. I let them come to a room and sit. Then I come in. Some want to challenge me. Right away. I know which ones they are. I have to threaten them in order to meet their challenge. I tell them of my set-up precautionary measures. I move around like a movie camera to each place that I can show them how I am perfectly protected. They realize this, I can see their gears turning. Then they smile and relax and I know they know and that things will be OK. I am also able to appeal to those who already think there is something to me but do not like to be threatened.
It is all set up now. It is safe.
So, I start to tell them.
I stir and wake up around 3 am.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Nothing recalled, but a name at the end
I had a very restful sleep.
That was nice!
And very helpful since I'm sick.
But I cannot seem to recall any dreams.
I have been having trouble recalling my dreams for awhile now.
...
I think I prefer recalling my dreams.
I would like to start recalling them again, if I can.
I did have one name pop into my head before i got out of bed. My eyes were open, but I was still sleepy, so I was closing them for a few moments at a time, but I was awake and aware.
I got the following:
Mimi Powers
What's that? So I got out of bed to type it here.
I am guessing it is either a person's name
It IS a person's name. She lives here of all things :o
http://www.facebook.com/people/Mimi-Powers/500945609
Another is from Kentucky ... I met a girl online form Kentucky and visited her once.
http://www.facebook.com/mimi.morgan1
and some others ... not anybody I have met then before or since this dream.
Oh well, the silly randomness of dreams!
and/or
it is about me
MEME POWERS
I see MEME POWERS as both a gift and a warning.
Warning not to get tricked into selfishness
Gift as in recognizing my own powers.
Oh my, I believe I have just been led to the answer! And a very Very VERY helpful answer for us all!
http://jbruceevans.com/Memes/total%20page.htm
That was nice!
And very helpful since I'm sick.
But I cannot seem to recall any dreams.
I have been having trouble recalling my dreams for awhile now.
...
I think I prefer recalling my dreams.
I would like to start recalling them again, if I can.
I did have one name pop into my head before i got out of bed. My eyes were open, but I was still sleepy, so I was closing them for a few moments at a time, but I was awake and aware.
I got the following:
Mimi Powers
What's that? So I got out of bed to type it here.
I am guessing it is either a person's name
It IS a person's name. She lives here of all things :o
http://www.facebook.com/people/Mimi-Powers/500945609
Another is from Kentucky ... I met a girl online form Kentucky and visited her once.
http://www.facebook.com/mimi.morgan1
and some others ... not anybody I have met then before or since this dream.
Oh well, the silly randomness of dreams!
and/or
it is about me
MEME POWERS
I see MEME POWERS as both a gift and a warning.
Warning not to get tricked into selfishness
Gift as in recognizing my own powers.
Oh my, I believe I have just been led to the answer! And a very Very VERY helpful answer for us all!
http://jbruceevans.com/Memes/total%20page.htm
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Meeting with Cafeteria Line
I had asked this girl to join me at this meeting, but she hasn't shown up yet. There are all these small tables set up and I got here early enough to pick the best one. But, for some reason it is not at the front, but it is in the very back right next to a now-empty cafeteria/buffet line set up.
This does not seem to be a normal meeting. More like a fun lecture, not school or seminar exactly, but something else, I don't really know.
I'm waiting for the woman, trying to occupy myself, but it isn't entirely working.
I feel alone, depressed, mostly.
Now she shows up. She is slightly taller than me and blonde and (younger than me maybe hard to tell if she wasn't she was mature for her age but didn't look it with her skin).
I light up when I see her and she smiles right back.
Now lots more people are coming in. So, we decide to go ahead and get in line for the food. It is a long metal heated sneeze-guarded table on wheels, two of them at least. I go in line and assume she is fight behind me. I say something for her to hear, but when I turn to see her reaction, she's not there.
*sigh* :( OK then.
I get a small white plate. I think I get a napkin/silverware bundle too. I start to go down the food line, looking for what I want to get for my first trip.
One dish catches my eye. It looks like a large oval pot pie like thing. It has just the tiniest scoop taken out of it on the middle of the side facing slightly diagonal but to the right. Since I am first in line and the food has only now appeared, I wonder how that one small piece got taken. Furthermore, there is no serving utensil next to it! So, I look for one and put one next to it.
But when I did that I lost my plate and my place in line, and suddenly there are even more people in line! I look for the plate I had even tho it was empty, so I could just get a new plate but at first I wanted the plate I had picked out, just to be tidy I guess. Why leave an empty plate sitting there? But I think someone else picked it up, so I got another, no big deal.
I wonder why there are only these small plates and not the regular size dinner plates. This is more for a small salad, did I miss the big plates?
I get to the deserts, and still my plate is empty. One pie in particular catches my eye. It is a chocolate cream one with whipped cream on top and chocolate syrup dripping in lines on top of that and it has an Oreo crust. I get myself a small slice of that and put it in my plate. I can't wait to get a bite! It looks so yummy!
But this happens when I've already woken up in real life and then was to tired ot get up so tried to go back to sleep, so when a dream continues after that I am half-suspect and try to separate it from the rest of the dream because often I get interpretations from the dream and I do not know if they are correct so I will often add in fantasies or depression so the dream changes track a little or a lot.
So here is the rest of it after I woke up and tried to reenter sleep:
Then the woman shows up behind me in line. But between her and I there is now a man. He is all gushing about me and says "so, are you the co-worker my fiancee talks about all the time? If she hadn't said yes to my proposal I'd be jealous of you right now, hahaha. Just don't become her secretary, OK? hahaha" He was so nice and congenial and good-natured and anti-jealous and nice and good-looking too that I just wanted to be struck by lightening right then and there. And to think I felt depressed before! I smiled and laughed at his jokes and took his outstretched hand to shake.
But I didn't want my dessert anymore.
And I didn't want to talk to them, to her, anymore.
And I didn't want to be there anymore.
But I knew later when he left and it was just her and I again I would want the desert again
and I would want her to talk to me and smile at me again
and I wouldn't mind being there
but that was wrong of me, and just plain ridiculous, so
***
INTERPRETATION:
So. If the second part was part of the dream, then it must mean my train-wreck of a dating life so far. EXCEPT THE PIE PART. That could be interpreted wrong. I suppose part of it could mean I just want to skip to the good stuff. One way to interpret that could mean sex. I guess, but I am not a pervert male chauvinist dog so I don't see women as only sexual objects so it isn't to be interpreted that way. But I am a Taurus and I do enjoy luxury.
So I think the desert more represents wanting to have the good stuff in general.
But it was a chocolate pie. Chocolate is full of endorphins which is like sex. So I don't think I can completely deny that in the dream I am sexually attracted to this woman and must feel that she is with me and I'm comfortable with that.
But chocolate is a good thing. It symbolizes self-reward. OH, maybe not such a good thing. I feel I must reward myself because others won't reward me. OH! Maybe it means I think I have to self-reward myself for two reasons with this girl: to feel like I won't burden her with my needing to be rewarded (could just mean praise or positive attention) or I don't think she can like me enough or I will disappoint her or she will disappoint me or something. So might as well just reward myself. Which is me cheating her of the opportunity to try to reward me. I tend to sabotage it when people do reward me because I'm so used to family friends and church doing that to me.
From Dreammoods I also get: "To see a tasty dessert in your dream, represents indulgence, celebration, reward, or temptation. You are enjoying the good things in life"
also this: To see a pie in your dream, symbolizes that there will be some reward for your hard work. It also indicates that perhaps you are reaching beyond your abilities. Alternatively, it may be a metaphor for getting your fair share, as in your "piece of the pie".
Which just fascinates me!
BECAUSE
in the dream I see two pies actually. and that is the only food I see when there could be lots more!
And they are BOTH PIES. There is the chocolate pie and before that is the pot-pie.
AND I noticed that a piece of the pie was missing and I didn't see anybody in front of me, so really that was my piece of the pie! I feel like someoen took my piece of the pie but further more that my piece of the pie wasn't there for me to take. It's not like I saw someone take it, it was just plain gone.
That is what I feel like, exactly. Like my piece of the pie is not there, it's missing, and I don't know what to do about it. But why did I then get a piece of chocolate pie on my plate? BECAUSE since I think my piece of the pie is gone (the good kind with almost all the food groups in it like veggies and meet and bread) I'll just move to self-rewarding instead with the chocolate dessert.
Well, crap! IF that is true, and it seems so, how do I go about fixing that? Was a solution in my dream? Was it there but I woke up too soon? Was it in the second part?
I didn't stop at realizing my piece of the pie was missing. I was aghast and wondering, but eventually I took action to get a serving spoon. None was provided. Instead of giving up or asking for help, I did it myself. I got it not only for me but for the rest of the line.
But then I found myself crowded away from that pie and I couldn't get back to it and I even had trouble getting back my empty plate, I don't even know if i got it back!
So, that tells me it's not entirely my fault and it's not like I'm not trying to fix the situation ... don't you think?
yeah that will do for now.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Quiet Listener, Judas Kiss?, Sprited Kitchen, Lightning-Struck Toilet
I am in a work type place. I am listening, quietly. I know what they are talking about, but they don't know that. So, they keep talking thinking I don't know, but I do. The final pieces fall into place and what I felt/was told is now about to take place.
I am sitting down across from my dad now. We're talking about stuff. Soon I am telling him things I heard from the dream before. He's very interested. Then, wary, he wants to know how I could know some things, apparently it links to him. He just told me another vital piece of information. I suspected it linked to him, but he has just told me it does. I didn't have to do anything. He switches from wariness to telling me that I got it from quietly observing and I'm a genius. Then he leans forward and kisses me on the mouth.
-blinks- uh-oh, was that a bad thing?
I am in a living room. I am in an office swivel rolling chair. To my left is the kitchen with a white swinging door that is closed. Right in front of me, on a bed or something, is someone like my brother.
I hear noise coming from the kitchen, but only we are here. I know it isn't animals. I know it is ghosts or spirits or Negs or something. My brother acknowledges that he hears the noises too.
Suddenly there is a big bang and I feel a rush come at me. I don't feel possessed or anything, but i do feel paralyzed. I can't talk. I try to tell my brother what is happening, but i can't. After a few moments, I manage to eek out a single word, his name, and I find myself pushing myself towards him with my feet pulling the rolling chair forward.
I hear another commotion, but this time from above me. I wake up and find myself in bed. Oh, must be the upstairs neighbors. I decide since I am awake anyway, might as well go to the bathroom. I get to the toilet and lift up the top lid when I notice an oddity. The right side near the back has a charred melted hole through it. I drop the top lid and see it does too. Then I look up at the ceiling and see a small melted charred scar there as well. I then hear the upstairs neighbor's arguing again.
Hey, wait a minute, I say, this is a dream not real! I wonder if I can explore this!
But I can't because that is when I wake up for real.
I am sitting down across from my dad now. We're talking about stuff. Soon I am telling him things I heard from the dream before. He's very interested. Then, wary, he wants to know how I could know some things, apparently it links to him. He just told me another vital piece of information. I suspected it linked to him, but he has just told me it does. I didn't have to do anything. He switches from wariness to telling me that I got it from quietly observing and I'm a genius. Then he leans forward and kisses me on the mouth.
-blinks- uh-oh, was that a bad thing?
I am in a living room. I am in an office swivel rolling chair. To my left is the kitchen with a white swinging door that is closed. Right in front of me, on a bed or something, is someone like my brother.
I hear noise coming from the kitchen, but only we are here. I know it isn't animals. I know it is ghosts or spirits or Negs or something. My brother acknowledges that he hears the noises too.
Suddenly there is a big bang and I feel a rush come at me. I don't feel possessed or anything, but i do feel paralyzed. I can't talk. I try to tell my brother what is happening, but i can't. After a few moments, I manage to eek out a single word, his name, and I find myself pushing myself towards him with my feet pulling the rolling chair forward.
I hear another commotion, but this time from above me. I wake up and find myself in bed. Oh, must be the upstairs neighbors. I decide since I am awake anyway, might as well go to the bathroom. I get to the toilet and lift up the top lid when I notice an oddity. The right side near the back has a charred melted hole through it. I drop the top lid and see it does too. Then I look up at the ceiling and see a small melted charred scar there as well. I then hear the upstairs neighbor's arguing again.
Hey, wait a minute, I say, this is a dream not real! I wonder if I can explore this!
But I can't because that is when I wake up for real.
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