Wednesday, March 4, 2009

typing up my dreams quickly so i can write them down later

i had a dream that i was walking away from campus with annie but instead of being on a bay our campus was on a beach that had tall grass that sloped down into the water. so we walked towards the water and then across along the shore. we got lost. so we kept walking on the shore until we found a man to tell us how to get back. the man offered to show us the way and though it was sort of weird we accepted. He was a medium height man, a little heavy, with an unbuttoned green plaid long sleeve button-up, a wife-beater underneath, pretty worn denim jeans and black boots, white as snow hair that was thick and trimmed in a very youthful way. His expression seemed sweet enough that we didn't question whether or not we should trust him. Essentially he just looked like a friendly aged farmboy. So he lead us back along the shore and to the point where we had to go up hill. We said thank you and started off on our own but then he said, 'oh no i can't let you two ladies go alone. i'm taking you' and that's when it started to get nervous. We made sure to walk a fair distance ahead and when we arrived at a fence that apparently we had to climb over i started to climb and the man started to climb. When I noticed he was climbing too i yelled 'NO you're NOT coming with us anymore.' But he ignored me. So i yelled at Analeah to run and i jumped off the fence and joined her. We some how came across a huge outdoor tent with doors like the ones you see on cafeterias and we went inside. Of course the man followed, at which point i turned around and said ' if you keep following me i'm going to scream rape at the top of my lungs'. And he didn't believe me, so I ran out the otherside of the tent screaming RAPE RAPE RAAAPE!! and out of nowhere i saw my dad (not my real dad, but some one intended to be) standing there looking up from some little kid (presummably his-- he's remarried) and see the old man and tackle him.

then i woke up.

i also had this dream that i was in some foreign big city-- it looked like a combination of new york and barcelona around the Eixample neighborhood. i was apparently there with analeah for some kind of athletic tournament that is played indoors. So in the dream i was with some guy, generic looking guy, not very tall but taller than me, dark hair, somewhat chiseled face with a few still boyish features here and there. he always wore a dark knit sweater and was apparently the outspoke 'leader' of a small group of guys. One night, the entire team was staying in this fancy hotel which also housed the 'field', i slept with the guy and we had sex and i had been unknowingly videotaped/photographed. I found out the next morning because there were blown up posters all over the hotel and i was so furious i missed the game. But when i went to meet up with analeah later at the field she was telling me how she had heard and that she also found out that Sara Ypsilante (a girl who goes to my school, who i actually like) had helped him do it and was his real girlfriend. When analeah found that out she had literally beat up sara at the game hahaha. So then knowing that they'd come looking for her we started to run and all of a sudden the stairs we were going down turned into these weird alternating points, as if you took a bunch of square pages and layed them diagonal to oneanother, but millions of them. So we had to jump a bunch of steps at a time to finally get to the bottom. As we were going out the front door of the hotel i saw the guy there again with his camera on a tripod outside and all this fancy lighting equipment. So i jumped in front of it and began to pose and as he thought i was getting into it, i kicked the camera back at him sending him, his equipment and all his friends flying backwards (as if i have that kind of strength).
then i woke up

i also had another dream i was hanging out with walfried at his house or something equally cosey and familiar. we were on the couch and he handed me some pills, two 5mg tablets of codeine and one huge 80 mg tablet. i hadn't even asked him for anything so it was really random. so then i was laying on his couch, the kind that are L shaped and shoved into corners and his mom came in (it wasn't his real mom) and asked about some things she's heard about him doing and dealing crack cocaine so he flipped out and said no. She asked what he just gave me and he replied semi-honestly, "two 5 mg tabs of codeine for her leg" and his mom nodded accepting this answer. Then she layed down on the couch by my feet, hugging my legs. Then suddenly walfried and i were at our highschool but the school was different, there was suddenly a dormlike space in an upstairs corner of the school where we ran into the typical bunch of guys that populated my highschool and some kegs. Walfried got me a beer and we sat on the couch there and i was jsut baffled because i was trying to figure out how this was my highschool.

then i woke up.


and my most recent dream was just me bitching at my room mate because she and her boyfriend were laying in MY bed (which was queen sized in the dream and had my moms sheets on it?) under the covers when her bed was perfectly empty. So i exploded at her with all my complaints ive been holding in.

the funny part about this dream is that i am waiting for the right time to bitch at her, but i don't know when that will be. we've been alone in the room for a decent amount of time today but idk. it's such an awkward thing to have to confront someone like this. i think i'll do it before i go to miami this weekend.

i guess my dreams all have subtle elements of things actually going on in my life... except the rape one. hm.

2 comments:

Kristen Cruz said...

i like how "i slept with the guy and we had sex " is somewhat redundant but still works. it's a cool sentence , but not a cool dream in the videotaping. i wish i could remember my dreams. there is one i do remember from several years ago involving a hammer head shark in a pool, you and ralph, cooking contest while buildings fell and paparazzi lol. so weird

Unknown said...

having met your roomie, i can understand why your so apprehensive to confront her, (shit i sure-as-hell would be too) with all those Ikido artwork on the wall, she could go postal when you line item her irritating-and often disrespectful mannerisms in perfect congruent speech :)