I just had the weirdest dream ever.
It was dark and dreary; late in the night. I was a black man with a secret. There was something that I wanted inside an old house. But the thing is, the house was owned by someone else and every time I got close to it, they'd try to kill me. My close assailant in obtaining my secret treasure was this nice white lady who looked like a scientist in a white lab coat. We'd climb building just to get to it. Our secret headquarters were located on top of their house, but we just had problems getting inside. Over the years of trying to obtain it, we acquired a lot of important written data. Out of fear that they would find our headquarters, we packed up all the data in a suitcase and tried to escape. She forgot something important at the headquarters as soon as we climb all the way down and tried to go back and get it. She called to me to follow her... but she was shot dead in the process by the home owners.
I took the suitcase and ran. I bought the first train ticket I saw and headed on my way out of the city. I eventually went back though. It was almost as if the "thing" had a spell on me. I had to get it.
And that's where the dream ended...
I also had another dream. I was at a fair with all the other AmeriCorps members, but, as always, I mainly hung out with Greg. There were all kinds of rides. It was late in the afternoon, and lights were everyone. Greg decided that we ride one and have some fun. A lady at a booth gave us free pizza. Then a team leader whispered in my ear that there was going to be a tattoo contest held inside the building. So everyone rushed to the building to see the contest. I found more pizza along the way, but it quickly got devoured by other corps members. At first, I had trouble finding the room it was held in. I got lost. Asked directions from this black military looking guy who playfully punched me as he walked by, but he didn't respond. I eventually found the room, but I think I came in a bit too late and didn't get to enter the contest. I was sad because with my tattoo, I was sure I would win.
And I had another dream, the day before yesterday...
We were in a bedroom with dark, red sheets. The t.v. was glaring. A guy bitched about not approving of my boyfriends jacket which had "666" written inside it. He was a firm Christian and got offended by it. Of course, seeing as it was my boyfriend's jacket, I told the guy off and, well, he wasn't happy about that either. So he took out a knife and seductively held it against my throat saying that he would teach me a lesson. He hacked up my body with a chainsaw. Then he became the main character of my dream. He was trying to figure out a way to hide my body, when the chainsaw almost cut off his own foot. He just laughed about it nervously.
The end.
I have the weirdest dreams ever.
 SakiOhMa · Sun May 08, 2011 @ 08:59pm · 0 Comments |
