Diary Of My Dreams
Haven't had much dreams lately. Except for this one yesterday. You know those dreams that leave you sleepwalking through the rest of the day? I got a call from someone whom I couldn't even remember. Sure, it's that sweet girl you met someday, maybe months or years ago. It came like a long forgotten memory, there's nothing like dream belief in instant past . We could have been together for a lifetime. That's what it felt like anyway. It felt like all the love of these years crashed into me the moment I saw her for the first time. She even kissed me. We kissed for a long time. The longest time I could remember, anyway. Usually someone wakes you up about then. Maybe that's why you at least have the privilege of remembering them, she said. I'm going away. I could never go with her. She was gone without ever saying goodbye. I spent the rest of the dream running around, asking people where she was. She left a message, but I could never read it entirely; As dreams sometimes don't allow you to read things. If she would have told me. It was a dream, but I never remember feeling something like it. I spent the rest of it walking across the dreamscape, mourning, I couldn't stop crying, it felt like it'd rained. I woke up and it was raining that night... If I could feel her once again, even for those miliseconds, I'd wake up a thousand times.
We were minding our own businesses when out of nowhere this tank comes speeding down the hill and barely stops behing a line of cars. Out comes this black dude, probably drunk and goes to the people in the car, "Stop shaking, man". Then he sat on the road and started handing out money, 500 bucks to all the people that were there. He didn't say anything but apparently it was for us to keep quiet. Quite a nice deal. And apparently he gave me something like a 1000. He asked it back but I just got the hell out of there. I was running across the entire country, knowing he was probably following me. And I couldn't even get anywhere, you know that dreaming running away. He soon came to this theater or something, took all his money back and threw some coins on the floor. Well it was just dream money anyways.
I was in the bathroom, turning on a shower and it just started to flood the entire room. The water was just flowing from a disconnected shower head. Some weird stuff. The water was inches deep before I could turn it off by some strange combination of the sink and other stuff. I thought to myself, this is fucked, I could just have been dreaming. And I checked for all the things that are normally in the bathroom. They were all there. The phantom water just seemed natural. I think I escaped there for a couple of seconds, didn't quite make it.
We were on that island from Lost. It was just bleedin beautiful. It was like watching a movie, or overseeing everything from the sky. I think we were a part of some mafia. I had to crawl in the ducts of some temple. The center statue/mechanism was - get this - made out of candy. I particulary remember a tasty marzipan block. I guess we sort of moved the island or something. Hey, wouldn't it be really kickass of an ending if the Adam and Eve skeletons were Jack and Kate. Jack would take the stones back to the island and they'd both die in the Dharma cleaning timeline. Man, the gravity of that. Our own Adam and Eve. Beautiful.
Yeah, there were also some kids around our house. I think we had to take care of one of them. Did a lousy job probably. I think it was that kid from Bad Santa. There was also this beautiful Philipino girl. I was kinda dreaming the party from last night. I think I loved her. Can't remember much, but I get that narcotic feeling eveytime I try to.
It's been a while, I can hardly even remember tonight's stuff.
We were driving up some hills with my father in our old car. He could hardly make it. Didn't make it at all actually, but the father insisted, it just need a bit of engine warmup. So he was driving the car on some (literally) 5cm ledged and we were walking behind, trying not to get ourselves killed since the whole thing was made out of dried dirt and fell apart on each step.
We spend the night in some drug rehabilitation center, I have no idea why. We brought beer, but they already had some in the freezer. There was only one guy there, seemed nice. But surely, after a while they were all looking to beat me up, don't ask me why this always happens. Maybe it's all the stress in my life. I was hiding in some mud until I have almost worn out my shoes and then found myself in our bathroom. Toilet seemed kinda clogged up, I flush it and all the puke and water go everywhere, and it doesn't stop. This must have been the worst situation all together. I thought to myself, I gotta be dreaming. I just checked how am I feeling and said, naaah.... reminder to yourself, if you gotta ask, the question is "FUCKING YES!"
I was walking on the highway thinking to myself "isn't this illegal?" there were a bunch of other folks as well, even people on bicycles. Then suddenly I got myself a jetpack. Bon voyage motherfuckers! It even had wings. I think someone was out to get me again. Maybe those highway cops. There was a party at the beach. They drank all the moonshine, so they started to drink gasoline. This chick almost forced me to try it. Damn, it was bleedin disgusting. I thought gasoline would taste better.
There was also Hellboy 1 at the cinema, and I was wondering, it was on tv a few days ago. Most people lost interest after a few minutes and started partying. It wasn't exactly a cinema, it turned out to be a classroom. A few stil sat in their seats and continued to stare into the screen.
We were going somewhere and had to go across the yard of some farmer. I almost made it across when the farmer opened his doors. He was a fairly pissed off dude, rather fear inspiring. He grabbed us by the hand and almost dragged un into a caffe. Downstairs there were people sitting around a small wooden table drinking tea. We had to sit there and recite words, replay some scene that was a memory of his lost wife. It was like this for several days. I tried to meet with some people in the caffee, but he dragged me away, all I could say to them was "this is important". At first I thought he was just abusing us, it was rather disturbing, but later I realized, we were somehow taking care of him. Who knows what crazy stuff he could do. Then one day it was all over. He seemed happy and thankful.
I was trying to get home, but there were steep hills all around the place. There are always some hills. And fucking dogs trying to bite me.
We were in some abandoned psychiatric hospital at night, who knows what we were doing there. I was wondering around, knewing where everything was. There was this ivy covered basketball course from one of my dreams. Then out of nowhere some Jason Vorhees/Michael Myers appears. It was like watching a movie, you could stop everything or rewind, but you were actually in it. I grab a chainsaw from somewhere, like it's gonna work, try it anyways... the guy was moving really slow, like he was knowing I'm not gonna make it. I finally start it up and almost shove it into his chest , but he gets scared and backs away, then the chainsaw dies again. I don't know how that thing ended.
I was back in highscool, and apparently I wasn't exactly known for my regular attendance. But I thought I finished highscool, damnit! So I go to one class, have no idea what it is. They say, hey, here's your regular seat. Someone else was sitting there. Then they hand out these reports, instead of grades, all mine said was "aaaaaaa", "You've got some things left to do.", said the teacher rather calmly. Then some shit went down, I can't remember what, but it was bad. So one of my schoolmates says, "What if I'm dreaming?" I said, "Just trace your steps how you got here." Then I remember, I could be dreaming. I try to figure out how I got there, can't remember. Holy crap, I'm dreaming! I just remember walking around after that.
We were walking around the city, it begins to rain. It was raining like a motherfucker. Worse than that movie rain by a factor somewhat of a billion. I found this roof and it was like the happiest day of my life. Then we went to follow some spies and I was fly jumping across the town until I landed in some fields of grass. A group of kids comes out, then another one comes to fight them and yet another one kills them both or something. They take me with them, I'm lying in front of this office desk. Some kid was writing a Harry Potter story. Get this, she had a pen embedded in my thigh. All the way through. I never even realized until she pulled the chain and yanked it out. "Why the fuck are you doing this stupid story anyway?" It was stinging quite a bit and it's probably gonna get infected.
We were playing football by rolling around in food carts with some kids. I think they had the down's sydrome. Fun times. There was also some shootout again. Not so fun times. Why do I always end up in a middle of a shootout?
It was one of those strange dreams that left you with an otherwordly aftertaste of love, but you couldn't even remember them exactly. Perhaps you wouldn't even want to. These things leave you sleep walking for the rest of the day. The complete devotion you could only feel at the times like these. Things you remember just before you go to sleep in another night. A girl said "enjoy" for no reason at all. I drove past a woman who looked just like the one in my dreams. She was smiling. Reminded me of the feeling of dreams, not the kind you'd notice when you'd been awake though. These things always tend to slip away.
I've forgotten everything
We ever tried
But if ya come back tonight
Careful what you bring
The sky's unwinding here
Twisted like a busted spring.
-Walkabouts
We we back at our school, minding our business when these huge white trucks drive by. We immediately realize it's the terrorists with their bombs. One of those Irish ones. We try to get as far away from the bombs, but decide it would be better if we'd just make a run for it. There had to be about 50 of us, running out through some window in the back yard. The terrorists start running after us, shooting all around. I dodge behing a tree and kick one of them in the face while he's reloading, I shoot a couple and run my way to the streets, where it turns out they were actually zombies.
Then I go to the store to buy some lottery tickets, but there's this guy hoggin the line, wanting to buy a lottery ticket, saying he doesn't have any money.
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