Narly dude
May. 6th, 2004 09:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sailorhathorOh my GAWD I slept so fitfully last night and had so many narly nightmares! My baku is sleeping on the job! Every little thing woke me up, and there was plenty going on around here to wake me (people coming by to visit my dad, my dad leaving very early to have a squealy belt tightened on the car ((man that thing is LOUD)), and then the nightmares themselves). I lost a lot of sleep because of waking up so much.
#1: For some reason, I had taken a DART bus out to the corner of Apollo and Mead (Apollo really exists, near my house; Mead, I have no idea). I was waiting there for the next bus so I could take it home, but I didn't have a bus schedule, couldn't find any, and it was getting dark fast. (Total non-reality there; I would never ride the bus without a schedule.) Some thugs were wandering about the bus stop area; I kept my eye on them. Myself and some woman started up a conversation. After awhile, we separated, and I went inside the snack shop next to the bus stop to wait for the next bus. Another woman came in to tell me that the thugs had just shot the woman I was talking to, that she was dead, and then started crying tears of blood. O_o
Of course this freaked me out, so I left the bus stop and walked to this dinner theatre that my family owned (only in the dream; we don't own any dinner theatres). I put on a waitress uniform but I wasn't a waitress, I was some sort of hostess, so I ignored anyone who asked me to get them things, heheheh. There were several big theatres where movies were being shown. I went into one where this old movie from the 70's was playing, some (fictional) movie about a woman trying to quit drinking. It was called Will You TP the Wagon With Me? XD XD Get it? Like, when someone's trying to quit drinking, they're "on the wagon;" this woman wanted to TP (toilet paper) the wagon. Somehow I get the feeling that the character wasn't too happy about quitting. XD The movie had this loooong scene of the drunk woman and her boyfriend eating out, and she had been drinking again, so they were arguing about her falling off the wagon. The woman started throwing things, basically having a hissy fit. The really weird thing was, there was a couple sitting near the movie screen who acted out everything that happened in the movie. Everyone was watching them with morbid curiosity, as if what they were doing was real and not play-acting the movie (I'm still not sure which it was, actually). I kept going in and out of the theatre; everytime I came back in, there was more crap on the floor from the fight. Finally, when I came back, somehow the excessive amount of alcohol in the woman's system had caused her to have a grand mal seizure. She was on the floor among all the stuff she'd thrown around with everyone watching her in absolute silence. The seizure she was having wasn't normal, though, as she kept twitching in fast motion. Everytime she did, she'd make this "auuugh" sound that reminded me of the sound effect they use for the movement of insect wings (that fft fft fft noise). It was extremely creepy.
That's all I remember of that dream.
#2: I was downstairs in the living room. The setup of the house was a bit different, where there was no wall separating that room from the rest of the house, just a banister. Instead, the wall was at the top of the stairs, separating the upstairs from the downstairs that way. Of course, there was a door at the top of the stairs. My mom was there, sitting on a couch (I haven't had a dream with my mom in it in ages). My friend Kaye was also there, sitting on another couch, and so was my friend Karen's dog, Maddie. (I was just talking about Maddie last night, which is probably why she got stuck in a dream.) We heard someone go in the door at the top of the stairs (how they did that without us seeing, who knows), so we wondered who it could be. The person was walking around upstairs and we could actually see where his feet hit the floor because the ceiling would bow in under them. (That was creepy.) So we waited until he came out and started down the stairs; it was some stranger who kinda looked like Tommy Chong, heh. I'm like, "Hey, what are you doing in here?!" and he looks at me all confused. I yelled, "Maddie, sic 'em!" Maddie went after the guy, which is really funny considering she isn't an attack dog; she'd probably run up to an intruder and beg them to play with her. He sees Maddie coming, so his face suddenly turns all scary and angry and he roars, in slow motion, like some sort of monster. This woke me up.
I know there were more dreams, but they've faded now.
I was going to get some of that dirt put out this afternoon, but my dad came out and told me we were going to get the car fixed (the belt properly installed, since it didn't get done this morning; they had to get one first), and I needed to go along. I have no idea why, because all we did was sit there for an hour and a half while they messed around with the belt. He really could have done this totally without me. :P That was frustrating; I hate wasting time. Oh well.
Now that I've had some food and a shower, I feel better than I did, but I could definitely do without another fitful night's sleep.
My aunt got me some Vanilla Creme bubble bath. ^_^ Too bad I switched back to showers a couple weeks ago, oops. I'll find some way to use it in the shower and maybe take a bubblebath now and then, because it's specially formulated to treat dry skin. It really helps! All my skin gets too dry except for my oily head, heehee.
#1: For some reason, I had taken a DART bus out to the corner of Apollo and Mead (Apollo really exists, near my house; Mead, I have no idea). I was waiting there for the next bus so I could take it home, but I didn't have a bus schedule, couldn't find any, and it was getting dark fast. (Total non-reality there; I would never ride the bus without a schedule.) Some thugs were wandering about the bus stop area; I kept my eye on them. Myself and some woman started up a conversation. After awhile, we separated, and I went inside the snack shop next to the bus stop to wait for the next bus. Another woman came in to tell me that the thugs had just shot the woman I was talking to, that she was dead, and then started crying tears of blood. O_o
Of course this freaked me out, so I left the bus stop and walked to this dinner theatre that my family owned (only in the dream; we don't own any dinner theatres). I put on a waitress uniform but I wasn't a waitress, I was some sort of hostess, so I ignored anyone who asked me to get them things, heheheh. There were several big theatres where movies were being shown. I went into one where this old movie from the 70's was playing, some (fictional) movie about a woman trying to quit drinking. It was called Will You TP the Wagon With Me? XD XD Get it? Like, when someone's trying to quit drinking, they're "on the wagon;" this woman wanted to TP (toilet paper) the wagon. Somehow I get the feeling that the character wasn't too happy about quitting. XD The movie had this loooong scene of the drunk woman and her boyfriend eating out, and she had been drinking again, so they were arguing about her falling off the wagon. The woman started throwing things, basically having a hissy fit. The really weird thing was, there was a couple sitting near the movie screen who acted out everything that happened in the movie. Everyone was watching them with morbid curiosity, as if what they were doing was real and not play-acting the movie (I'm still not sure which it was, actually). I kept going in and out of the theatre; everytime I came back in, there was more crap on the floor from the fight. Finally, when I came back, somehow the excessive amount of alcohol in the woman's system had caused her to have a grand mal seizure. She was on the floor among all the stuff she'd thrown around with everyone watching her in absolute silence. The seizure she was having wasn't normal, though, as she kept twitching in fast motion. Everytime she did, she'd make this "auuugh" sound that reminded me of the sound effect they use for the movement of insect wings (that fft fft fft noise). It was extremely creepy.
That's all I remember of that dream.
#2: I was downstairs in the living room. The setup of the house was a bit different, where there was no wall separating that room from the rest of the house, just a banister. Instead, the wall was at the top of the stairs, separating the upstairs from the downstairs that way. Of course, there was a door at the top of the stairs. My mom was there, sitting on a couch (I haven't had a dream with my mom in it in ages). My friend Kaye was also there, sitting on another couch, and so was my friend Karen's dog, Maddie. (I was just talking about Maddie last night, which is probably why she got stuck in a dream.) We heard someone go in the door at the top of the stairs (how they did that without us seeing, who knows), so we wondered who it could be. The person was walking around upstairs and we could actually see where his feet hit the floor because the ceiling would bow in under them. (That was creepy.) So we waited until he came out and started down the stairs; it was some stranger who kinda looked like Tommy Chong, heh. I'm like, "Hey, what are you doing in here?!" and he looks at me all confused. I yelled, "Maddie, sic 'em!" Maddie went after the guy, which is really funny considering she isn't an attack dog; she'd probably run up to an intruder and beg them to play with her. He sees Maddie coming, so his face suddenly turns all scary and angry and he roars, in slow motion, like some sort of monster. This woke me up.
I know there were more dreams, but they've faded now.
I was going to get some of that dirt put out this afternoon, but my dad came out and told me we were going to get the car fixed (the belt properly installed, since it didn't get done this morning; they had to get one first), and I needed to go along. I have no idea why, because all we did was sit there for an hour and a half while they messed around with the belt. He really could have done this totally without me. :P That was frustrating; I hate wasting time. Oh well.
Now that I've had some food and a shower, I feel better than I did, but I could definitely do without another fitful night's sleep.
My aunt got me some Vanilla Creme bubble bath. ^_^ Too bad I switched back to showers a couple weeks ago, oops. I'll find some way to use it in the shower and maybe take a bubblebath now and then, because it's specially formulated to treat dry skin. It really helps! All my skin gets too dry except for my oily head, heehee.
