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I can't really remember much of my dream exceptCollapse )

NEOCONS HAVE GOT INTO MY BRAINS

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So...no one has posted in here in a long time, but as I had a dream tonight and I am bored, I will type up what I can remember of it.

So there was this famous director...Collapse )

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I dreamt that I was a mermaid like in Splash, where when I walked on land, I had legs, and when I was in the water, I had fins...but I would die if I stayed on land too long. My dad realized I needed more water, so he took me to the ocean. a pink sea snail bit the bottom of my foot, and another, smaller purple sea snail bit my hand. I knew these were deadly but no one would take me to the hospital. I knew I was going to die.
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my grandfather[my very difficult grandfather] had bought a new house in a city. I remember thinking it was strange he lived in this blue city townhouse, but then I remembered him moving from fairfax. sacha and everyone else was with me, and we were walking to get some food. someone mentioned IHOP being better than my grandfather's cooking. I realized my grandfather was making us dinner and I yelled at them all, "he was making dinner for us and you guys want to go to IHOP?! that is so fucking rude!" especially since if a man like him were to ever make dinner for me and my friends, he'd REALLY be going out of his way to be nice.
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In my dream last night I was still in New York, and I went to the Gershwin again. Someone in my family was getting married and had bought out the matinee for the front mezz, so the family got to just sit wherever we wanted. I was using my Mom's cellphone to try and make a recording. My Dad had told me I could turn of the light, and I was trying to, but failed. They told me I had to turn off my cellphone. I kept it on anyway, but I had to hide the light. Then for part of the show, or maybe it was intermission, it was light in the house, and my cousin and I were fighting over a seat. The Stephen Oremus, the musical director, was sitting next to me, and I was talking to him. (I have no idea what he looks like.) I was told by my parents that the reason they tried to keep me from going to NYC was because they new the next day I would be seeing Wicked again. That's it, really. The rest of it is too confusing to relate.
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The title pretty much says it all. This morning I had a dream where I had to act out the story of Hamlet without talking or making any sounds. At one point I forgot what happened, and Sarah screamed out, "Ophelia comes in!" and started prancing forward like an idiot. I shooed her away and continued my rendition of Hamlet in mime.
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I am huddled in the black dirt of the earth, trying to draw as much warmth out of the few inches of loam that lie above the permafrost. Buried in the ground, facing North, I am surrounded by otherworldy mountains of green and purple ice, and a sky full of storms and fog, aurorae and twisted clouds. The sky is dark beyond all this violently meterological action, and in the breaks between weather, pale stars blink through. The wind is strong.

Suddenly the sun rises to the Northeast (yes--even though this is obviously wrong, my subconscious was very clear about the directions). I know that this is the first sunrise after a long, long winter, and the heat of the sun enters my freezing bones. The sun moves as quickly as everything else in the sky, whipping past the landscape and going under just as suddenly as it had come. But as soon as it sets it rises again, and again, going faster and faster as it climbs higher and higher with every cycle. In moments the sun is one great wall of fire and smoke in the sky, burning the earth I am buried in, coming close to me and burning my skin.

Soon I am running, lost and directionless, in an ash wood next to a steep-walled stream. The roots of the white trees are as twisted and many as bunches of thick lace. Their leaves are gray. There is the light of a setting sun coming from somewhere, but something terrible is chasing me throuh the woods and soon I will be alone with it in the dark.
Current Music:
"Stirb im Winter" ~ Wumpscut
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I was on a mauve couch, lying in Ryan Smith's arms. The room had tan walls and no doors, just a narrow hallway to the left. There was also a bathtub with a showerhead and a red shower curtain in the room. Both the tub and the couch were unusually placed away from the wall. The floors were carpeted the same mauve color as the couch. Ryan had his arms around me and was speaking as if he were trying to seduce me. he was warm.

The significance of this in real life...I don't know, since I haven't really spoken to him in a long while and its been four years since we've had much of a friendship. We "dated" once or twice, each time he'd change his mind during the same day and break it off. even then, I never really had much of an attraction to him, and he seems like a basically nonsexual type of person.

I'm not sure whether this was part of the same dream or not, but I also remember seeing Audrey Ward drowning. She was searching for something, and she passed out. I swam toward her and saved her life.
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this was a few nights ago, so it's a bit rusty now.


I was rooming with all the girls from westfield theatre during some sort of theatre trip and they decided to play a trick on me. They tied wire around my wrists and dropped me extremely deep down a metal pipe until it got too narrow for my hips to go any furthur [though my weight was still mainly supported by the wires around my wrists]. Then the water came. To their understanding, I think, it was just going to come up high enough to scare me...but the water rose above my head and I'd have to hold my breath painfully long until it went down again. I was screaming for my life and they laughed at me because they didn't know just how badly it was going down there. Blood from my wrists was getting into my eyes and the water came up again. I was breathing in water now, and choking it out when it finally dipped down again. When they let me back up I screamed a little until I backed up in a corner and cried. They laughed and walked out of the [bathroom.] I looked at the disgusting welts on my wrists I knew would scar horribly. I couldn't beleive what they had done to me. I wanted to humbly pretend it wasn't all that bad, but the more I thought about it I knew it was real shit. I ran into helen lynn in a hallway and I grabbed her shoulders, shook her, and screamed at her how she and the rest of them almost killed me. I remember wishing I could've been her. She just shook her head, pushed me away, and walked away.

I had another dream later where I was painting a set for a student-hosted play and my brother, an actor in it, was missing. For the first few performances we used missy to say a few lines to fill in the missing part of the story, but we really needed rick[my brother.] outside, I was crying about brad, and a sound tech text messaged him a big long advertisement to trick brad into calling me. this tech was the fastest text messager ever. I remember being fascinated as his fingers flew across the phone.


the end.
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I get out of bed like the undead rising from a heavy crypt. My bones hurt, and my brain throbs in my skull. I crawl into the shower and accidentally spray myself in the face with scalding water. I’m awake in an instant and falling out of the shower to escape the burning. I bang my shin, but then I collect myself and it’s an alright shower. The heat that was so painful feels so good on my tired skeleton deep under sleep-slowed muscles. The steam I’m breathing makes the mucus clear out of my eyes and nose and lungs. I feel like I’ve been encrusted with ice and it’s all melting away, there’s a human being in this iceberg after all. We believe she can be revived! By the time I’m washing my hair the day is looking up.

I get out, and the day looks ahead to be very good. I dig through my (clean) laundry pile for my white blouse and my pinstripe vest. Then black hose and my black miniskirt. Oh, I am such hot shit, aren’t I? I get online and check my email. There isn’t any, and that’s kind of lame, but there never is before seven am. People just aren’t awake! I go down stairs and grab a bran muffin out of the fridge. It is cold and it sits in my stomach like a rock, but it’s not so uncomfortable. I have some yogurt to fill in the holes. My mom comes downstairs to to ask if I’ve had breakfast, if I have everything together for the trip today.

Then I wake up. My hair is wet and my clothes, from my dream are laid out in a crumpled heap by my bed. My shin aches. My mom is yelling at me for falling asleep. But… But… What just happened there?
Current Mood:
awake awake
Current Music:
I Predict a Riot - The Kaiser Chiefs
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