Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I'm not a monster, I'm just ahead of the curve. ♥ 11:15 AM
I never remember the dreams I had at night. If I ever happen to wake up in the morning and fall back asleep and then wake up again shortly after, I ALWAYS remember my dreams. Or, mental visions. Most of my dreams are always negative, in a general sense.
So this morning I wake up about 8:30 or something, and then I woke up again at 11. I had a dream! And holy shit, it was weird. I'll tell you what I remember:
So, I'm in a town or city. Very, historic looking. Think, Historic Haymarket [Lincoln or Omaha stylee] meets like underground-scene Paris meets Gotham City. Most of the buildings are brick. Plenty of bride-overpass-things. Streelights are orange but somewhat green, it seems. Lots of changes in level of the sidewalk, like, actualy sets of like 10 to 15 stairs and stuff. Very beautiful. Reminds me of the downtown after-hours scene in a movie when drunk college kids are heading home and the drug addicts are just now waking up. It's weird, I know.
So I'm with this girl. Dark, thin, straight hair. Very shallow in what she sees around her. Dark, badly done eye makeup. Black liner that is way too thick, and a dark red eyeshadow with an outline is a black-grey around the crease if her eyelid. She used black eyeliner to finalize the outline of her eyebrows, and she wears too-dark lipstick for her clothes. Think Laina M, if you knew her from North Star or Hoodrich, meets uhhh I'm not sure. But if you know her, you know what I'm talking about. The girl who reads vampire books like Bibles, and listens to Evanaescne or whatever, and thinks dark lipstick is the sexiest thing in the entire world. Shit like that. So we're at a place that looks like Super Saver's candy section. Just an open area with barrells full of different kinds of candy and sweets. Well, under a cement over-pass with brick buildings and brick streets, the halogen streelights brazingly lighting all the rows of barrels that were full of ICE CREAM. [I don't like ice cream.] But it was like skee-ball in a way. These rows of skee-ball looking machines but you put a bowl or cone or bucket in this area in the front and insert coin after coin and the machine squirts out the slected amount into your bowl of choice. They had flavors that reminded me of JellyBellys. Like, gourmet flavors and shit.
Well Laina and I are walking around trying to decide what flavors to get in our mini-buckets to take home. And some of the halogen lights start flickering and shit. Not in an eerily, creepy, scary movie kinda way. Just a, uh, I don't know. But it's not too scary. All of a sudden, a Joker-esque character yells my name. He's standing down a road. There's only two streetlights, one above me [my friend was gone] and one above him and his 'friends' or whatever you'd call them. He's got a female and a couple other guys next to him. All were distinct in someway, I could tell. As if they had a special talent, or super power, or reason for being there. I don't remember everything this Joker-esque man said to me. But I remember being asked things like "How 'bout this?" and "Try this!" but that was only AFTER I was being chased.
Many of my 'negtive dreams' include me being chased. Just know that. I am constantly being chased by SOMETHING. I have been chased by police officers, by scary men who want to kill me [that look like the guy from Disturbia], I have ran from giant rabbits, from my best friends, you name it. But this time I'm running from a guy who looks like the guy in Hitman or whatever. Bulky-ish, bald, bad-ass looking, stubble, with sweet guns. I'm running from him. Running, in and out, around and through pillars and streetlights and alleyways and streetlights. He's shooting at me. I'm running as though I'm ALWAYS running against very high winds. There's always resistance when I'm running. I can never ever run to my full potential yet I'm pushing as hard as I can. I'm running, and struggling against something to always get away. But this man is shooting at me. The sweet thing is, I'm pulling some Parkour shit running little curves up onto the side of walls of buildings and jumping and grabbing wires, and streetlights and shit. I even jumped off of a little ledge that was decorated with a bench and pretty pink flowers [fake ones]. In between the two benches was like, an 8 foot wide set of stairs. About 15 stairs. I just jumped onto the bench and leaped. I pulled both legs to my right, and tossed them over the flowers. I was falling closer to the cement ground, and tucked myself into a ball. CRACK! The guy had fired at me and missed and hit the flowers I had tried not to ruin. Soon he stopped following me, but I kept going. Soon, standing underneath the only streetlight within a three block radius is this girl. She had pigtails and a cute frilly mini-skirt outfit that made me think of some loser girl who wishes she was an anime character. Stupid bitch had throwing stars. I started running again. That's all I did was run from these people. Sometimes as I was running I saw there Joker-esque leader standing atop a random building or in a random alleyway. He never tried to attack me, just smiled. It was a fucking game to him.
I'm not sure what to fucking make of it. The joker? Historic haymarket? Ice cream skee-ball machines? Anime characters? Hitmen? Parkour? And the returning problem of my running. It scares me a little and I'm not sure what to make of it. That doesn't help either.
I need to write a book. =[ Someone inspire me. I'm sitting on a couch, with my laptop, in a tanktop, sipping cold coffee, and watching Spongebob, and I'm fucking SWEATING. I hate KB's cheap ass. Of course he turns the air off even though I'm here all day. I need to dust, and plug my laptop in. I'll try and write something later.
Ladel,
Cherry
The End.