I keep on having scary dreams that begin okay and then something happens and things get fucked up. But they're not awful and scary, just troubling. Like a Polanski film. Anyway, last night in my most recent scary dream (there were two of them but I don't really remember the first that much) there was this mountain lion that was on the way to my house while I was crossing this field. It was a she and I was petting her. And then she turned vicious. But then she kind of cuddled up to me again but then she got all toothy and vicious again. And that happened a few times. And then I found a knife and put it through her skull. Her mate, who had been watching, came over and confronted me at that point. He morphed out of bear and into human and I tried to barter off my house for my life. I think that it worked and I left that dream taking measurements of the house with him.
the dream from before. Okay, I remember it now. Everyone was sitting around outside and there were explosions. I went running inside the building we were out front of and ran to the safest room I could think of with a bunch of people. But then I began to think - my mother and father and brother were out there and instead of running to try and find them I ran inside. Anyway, it was kind of really fucked up and I don't know why I'm dreaming things like this.
I guess I'm uncomfortable with the inbetweenness of living at home when I want to be back in Guelph or even being back at home when I'm so used to being in residence. I don't know.
I got invited to some metal cd release and think I might go for shits and giggles. Maybe not though.
I'm trying to get ahold of Aaron because I feel a little bit sexy right now. Well, not really. But you know.
the dream from before. Okay, I remember it now. Everyone was sitting around outside and there were explosions. I went running inside the building we were out front of and ran to the safest room I could think of with a bunch of people. But then I began to think - my mother and father and brother were out there and instead of running to try and find them I ran inside. Anyway, it was kind of really fucked up and I don't know why I'm dreaming things like this.
I guess I'm uncomfortable with the inbetweenness of living at home when I want to be back in Guelph or even being back at home when I'm so used to being in residence. I don't know.
I got invited to some metal cd release and think I might go for shits and giggles. Maybe not though.
I'm trying to get ahold of Aaron because I feel a little bit sexy right now. Well, not really. But you know.
t7:
Holy crap, that dreams more twisted than the time I had the dream about my fight to the death with William Dafoe on a wooden roller coaster track that lead into a gold mine.