| Knee injuries bring bad dreams |
[Dec. 5th, 2008|11:42 pm] |
So I hadn't been having dreams I remember in the morning at all, until a few nights ago when my girlfriend Sarah randomly suffered a knee injury. A severe sprain to be exact. I've spent the days since watching over her and making sure everything is cool, and hoping for a quick healing all the while.
Well I've noticed since the knee injury became apparent, I've had negative dreams/nightmares every night since. They've all been very in depth. I feel like it must be rooted from the stress of worrying about Sarah each and every night.
The first night, I don't remember much of at this point, but let's just say there was a lot of unpleasant stuff involving an overabundance of pulsating skin and blood blasting out of a vaginal opening simultaneously. The next night, there was an unfair feeling situation involving a moment caught on video that ruined my life, although I felt like it never actually happened. It was a depressing dream to say the least, losing some friends and of course, my girlfriend.
And then, last night, there was a little bit less of a tragedy evolving, but still a dreadful feeling episode, nonetheless.
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A few days passed as me and Sarah relaxed in our California style duplex, which we shared with a couple of other dudes. The sun was out every day, and the cats were always around playing. After a few days, I woke up to find that Sarah was missing. The walked around meowing... probably just because they wanted food.
I remember going next door to question the guys about Sarah's whereabouts, and for some reason I had the gut feeling that something shitty was going on involving them. They acted very standoffish and I got a bad feeling, but there was nothing more I could say. They didn't tell me anything. So I was off into the city to see what I could find out.
Apparently I had a friend that worked for some kind of beer company. So I hung out with him at the headquarters office building where he had a room and lived. He was very happy with his job and overall I always had a good time hanging out with him. I browsed his DVD collection and something about the movie "Delicatessin" caught my glance. I told him we needed to watch it soon and that was that. Then, we began watching Backdraft. I remembered it as a cheesy, pussy, barely-worthwhile movie about firefighters, but fifteen minutes into the movie, I found myself gripping my own seat because it was so intense. Some guy who looked a lot like Rob Lowe was running around blasting giant nine inch nails from a nail gun at Kurt Russell, and totally fucking him up right at the beginning of the movie. I remember just being like "Wow, I didn't remember this movie being like this".
We must've drank a shit ton of free beer or something at the headquarters, because next thing I knew I was at a McDonalds in a mall downtown, and it was dark out. Oh yeah, and I was completely naked. Apparently at this McDonalds it's legal to be naked if you want to be, but I was the only one there without clothes. And I felt really fucking uncomfortable. It seemed like the majority of the people around me were giving me weird looks, but the girl behind the counter was just kind of smiling awkwardly and giggling to herself. I ordered a couple of cheap sandwiches and apparently 2 orange juices or something, but one of the orange juices was only about a sips worth when it came out. She told me my total was $25, and I said that was way too much for what I ordered, and that the 2 orange juices may have well just been one. Her expression changed and all of a sudden she just seemed like...she had really fucked up, and didn't know what to do anymore.
Next thing I knew, I was back at the house, but no one was there except for a bunch of the cast members from Full House, mostly just the daughters, except all grown up. I don't remember what was going on, but it was something terrible. I remember being in the backyard, where DJ was running by me, back into the house, away from something. Then I remember Michelle, being the only one who was still a little toddler. Except, she was a ghost. She was transparent, and white. And she was driving a Power Wheels car. She drove right past me into the alley, and I followed her, running. I was about 10 feet behind her moving at about the same speed. All of a sudden, at the end of the alleyway, her car started floating and she kind of flew up into the sky...
I went back to the beer company office building. Nothing there was the same. The guy I knew had moved out or been fired. And the boss was a new black guy who asked me what the fuck I was doing there...
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