Hello! Lately I've been having some strange, questionable dreams. As you may know from some of my CB posts, I've recently broken up with someone after two years, and it's made a huge impact on my life. And it sucks. But I'm trying my best and I WILL get through it! There are some weird dreams though...
...Well, let my clarify that. I always have strange dreams. Always. Don't believe me? I'll post some excerpts later. There really isn't much of a difference in the ones I'm having now compared to older ones, but I guess the problem is that it makes me think a lot more than maybe I should.
"August 7th, 2013 : Strange Dream
It seems that I keep mentioning it today. I don't seem to remember the very beginning, but it seems I've remembered up until a certain point.
[Undisclosed Name] and I were at some sort of band trip, I'm not sure why or what. We were fighting, kind of slap fighting, and [undisclosed] was bad talking me. I can't seem to remember any specific adjectives. There was really nothing I could say to [undisclosed] because I found what [undisclosed] was saying to be true -- I was selfish, angry and violent, horrible, abusive, etc.
[My band director] was angry and broke it off, and sent us back to the hotel. I later apologized to [undisclosed], but it was awkward, like in real life. (Note: [Undisclosed] was probably telling me about how I can't face the truth.)
The next morning, me and my family went out of the hotel and were trying to catch a taxi. There was this blue, chrome-like car with no particular distinction at all. [Note: It almost looked as if it was just some weird drawing -- no back or headlights at all...] Everyone was convinced it was a taxi, though.
As my Dad was already going in, a lady screamed, "No! That isn't a taxi...!" I guess I decided to get in anyway.
The driver in the front seat then shot my Dad in the head, blood splattering against the window.
He then turned and shot me right in the forehead as I was screaming.
My voice cute to silence. It was black, and it felt like I was floating... I could still breathe and was breathing deeply.
I woke back up in a strange office place, where I learned (or was implied) that they were going to disable the right side of my brain (or make me into a lifeless zombie thing).
I also heard that the scenario I was in was based off a story/movie and that they were supposed to escape in the end. (Note: I was reading The Girl Who Could Fly the night before.)
We weren't supposed to really communicate with the outside world. The nice desk lady told me that I could still talk to some people, but no one should know about the institution. [Note: The lady seemed to be in this program as well, and was taking in stride, saying she's done it for so-many years like it was a diet or something.] All my phone contacts were wiped out, but I could still text from my recent-texted screen.
(I don't think I saw Dad after the incident.) I told the desk lady I was thirsty, so she told me to walk over to a TV. I pulled out a hologram of the lady holding something green on a platter, much like a waitress. [Note: She went up the stairs and I followed her.] I think I ate;drank it?
All I remember after that is that I think I told my friends [about the institution].... I'm not sure.
Huh. We talked about brains in art, so..."
I guess getting shot in the head made me feel funny once I woke up, so. ;; I don't know. You guys should tell me what you think of it. And tell me some of your dreams in the comments, too! c:
· Sun Aug 11, 2013 @ 06:23pm · 0 Comments