This will be tricky to record. In the dream, i’m writing down (by hand) the details of a dream i had. So while i’m writing down the dream i’m remembering the dream details which is sort of like dreaming two times at once. So… i’ve just awakened and am writing down the dream. My sisters are both in the room sitting in chairs and i don’t want them to read what i’m writing. My handwriting (as usual) leaves a lot to be desired so i’m trying to write neatly so i’ll be able to read it later. I write:
In the dream i’m in a large hotel with Sharon and ??. It’s a very nice resort place and we’ve apparently checked into our rooms and are in the lobby to go explore. A young rastafari shoe-shine man stops me and says “THEY are waiting for you.” I don’t even ask who because i know. Aliens. Sharon, ?? and i leave the hotel. Immediately surrounding the hotel, like a moat, is the parking lot. It’s full of cars. We go across the parking lot to a large garage looking building. It’s an indoor gym and storage for the other outdoor sports equipment.
I get sidetracked writing because i’ve finished a page and i’m trying to decide if i should continue on the back of the paper or on another sheet. I think that if my writing bleeds through at all, it will make reading it confusing so i start again on a new sheet.
Sharon, ?? and i have gone through the garage gym and on the other side the landscape opens up. Directly behind the gym are stables for horseback riders. Beyond the stables we can see pasture land and then the edge of the forest where the riding trails probably are. The vista to the left is more open rolling hills. There are people in little carts so i’m guessing it’s a golf course but it’s very far away and i can’t really tell.
Audree is trying to read what i’m writing and i turn to hide it better.
We’re walking across a field because THEY will be waiting at the edge, hidden behind trees. Sharon and ?? are following along but they don’t know what’s waiting and i’m kind of sad because i think that they probably won’t want to come with. I wake up inside the dream and want to write it down before i forget.
And i’m back to writing it down but i keep adding more elements as i remember and i think i probably won’t be able to finish writing it all down and actually, in the writing, don’t get past the part about the gym/garage in front of the stables.
Layered dreams are hell on the brain.
And another bit… at some point between walking through the garage/gym to the stables, there was a guy putting up posters for the democrats. It had some what i thought to be juvenile stupid slogan on it and i begin berating the guy (he’s dressed like a Mormon bike missionary) for dumbing down President Obama’s message and begin shouting that he must be allowed to serve all eight years in order to rebuild the nation’s foundation to a point that it won’t matter if Bush comes back and tears it down again.
Just remembered another dream i had between the writing dream parts. It takes place in the Castlemill house. I'm thinking about killing myself but i hear people in the front of the house. I look outside the front door and see two work men pouring cement? or making some kind of well. I duck back in the house because i don’t want them to see me. I hear dad calling me and i realize he’s out there and the men are there because dad hired them. I stick my head back out the door to try and see around the corner when a little white pig comes running out of the brush by the road and right into the house. I try to stop it but it’s too strong even though it’s only the size of a small dog. It’s very clean looking and i wonder if it’s a pet. Mom comes around the corner from the kitchen and is trying to “shoe” the pig out but it evades us both and disappears into the back end of the house. I go back to my room to continue writing down the dream i was writing about. I decide i want some electronic pleasure and think that i’ll just bring my toy into the bathroom with me when i realize that my room is actually an entire apartment and since my sisters are gone i don’t have to leave my own space to masturbate.
Death and sex and little white pigs, oh my.
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