My first post in here--here's last night's.
The dream opens with me in my grandparent's old house. I'm in the
back bedroom where I used to hang out growing up, but it's arranged as
it was right before they sold it, with just a twin bed, a dresser, and
a tv. Except there is all of this crap all over the place, boxes and
lots of tissue paper and just a mess, which I quickly realize is all
my fault since they are my unwanted Christmas presents from years
past. I start sifting through the gifts, looking at a turquoise
sweatshirt with the NY Giants emblem in felt letters on the front,
thinking "Ugh, I'll have to wear this at SOME point so I don't hurt my
grandpa's feelings"(this shirt doesn't exist in reality), and stumble
upon an ENTIRE BOX filled with marijuana. I think "oh my god, I
cannot believe how much there is! This will last me for years!," as
it was probably about 4 or 5 ounces. There's an elaborate, repetitive
scene of me scraping the fine dust-like particles (keef) back into the
box, which splices in and out of a scene with me helping my
grandfather sort some coins (which are covered in the keef).
After sorting the coins and re-boxing the marijuana, I sit down
to watch some TV. An episode of Aeon Flux comes on, and the plot of
it is somehow related to a dream I had earlier this past week, as well
as with Resident Evil and 5th Element. Mila Jovovitch is back, but
still a Zombie, but is now also Aeon Flux who has a lot of vengeance
to enact. My grandma walks into the room and watches with me for a
few minutes as Mila does backflips as she tosses a bomb into this
dammed up river, and I think "I hope my grandma isn't disgusted by how
slutty Mila is dressed!" but she's gone when I turn back around.
As I watch the show I get a phone call from Jen Dugan, who I
have plans to hang out with later that night. While I'm on the phone
with her, the scene switches to me being in my mother's apartment
which is ALSO cluttered with boxes and tissue paper. It also, when
Jen speaks, goes to the scene of her sitting on the toilet (she's
fully clothed, though it's implied that she is using the toilet). We
are planning on going to the mall, and I'm trying to decide what I
will wear. In one of the boxes I find a Northwestern football t-shirt
that I really want to wear, but worry that wearing it will insult my
Uchicago friends. As I hang up with Jen I explain that I'll use the
back bathroom since I know she's using the one I keep seeing (wtf?).
After hanging up, I decide I'll need to clean up a bit before
leaving. I find a sheet of paper which was apparently an old homework
assignment, and as I read it over I'm baffled as to why I would have
wrote the things that I did as answers. The one I can remember in
particular is answer #4, which I answered "Ratatat Rata Rata
Ratatat!" As I puzzled over this answer, a scenario formed in my head
in which, in AP English, we were sitting in the room and a random
question would appear on the chalkboard. The question was "What are
you listening to now," and I had Ratatat on my ipod. (This is also a
false scenario)
After reading the paper, I look up and see that I have
received an instant message from some teenage girl. My vision at this
point is as if my field of vision were actually a computer display, so
that whatever I'm looking at in reality is the desktop. I'm puzzled
at this IM because, before there is any type, there are a series of
like 20 pictures of this girl (she's about 14, Indian) wearing really
awful makeup and these dramatic faces. Her IM says, "HEY! We went to
high school together! I need some help. Can you show me an Axe
commercial?" I think "wtf, who is this girl, and why can't she just
search on youtube or something."
As I think this, the dream takes a fucking AWFUL twist and a
video loads on my computer-screen vision. The video opens to a
child's birthday party. The child, who looks neither male nor female,
is apparently very ill or sick, and has watery eyes that have blood-
tainted tears flowing down his/her cheeks (I'll say she for now on to
refer to the child). She is sitting on the table next to a birthday
cake which looks like it has blood on it. The mother of the child is
this frail, drugged out looking woman with dead eyes and a sadistic
smile, and there are two other children in the room, and a nearly dead
grandmother standing in the background. They sing a morose version of
Happy Birthday, which is basically just them moaning "How old are you
now?" over and over in tune. After they "sing," the mother gets an
excited look on her face and shouts "SURPRISE!" as she grabs a butter
knife and pokes it into the child's throat. At this point the child
doesn't react in pain, but waits to see if this is a joke or not (she
apparently didn't feel it), but when the blood starts flowing there is
terror in her eyes and my thoughts immediately shift to "FUCK FUCK OH
MY FUCKING GOD WAKE UP," and I do.
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