Bad dreams
Apr. 16th, 2005 08:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jeanvieveIts starting to be disturbing, how many of my dreams are of vivid evil and horror recently. I've not had such bad dreams in years. The last one I don't recall well, save that I seem to have resisted some unpleasant temptation and upset the devil, who in turn stomped on eggs and made them bleed. I woke up as he did.
This one.. started off well. Sort of SCA slumber party at someone's house. Guest starring David Spade, no clue why. Numbers dwindled, until there were three of us girls and five gents. Five girls? Hm. Fay was there, I know. Three of the men were very attractive strangers, with dark curly hair that I like. Anyway. Something was odd in the air. The girls went out cruising in a really amazing long car owned by the house owner, whomever that was, to 'take some air' but I think we simply all felt something was not right but there was no notion what it was.
When we came back, it was insanity. A good friend had gone mad along with the Spade, in a psychotic apparently unkillable way. (Oddly, in my dream I was aware it was unnatural, but the thought of supernatural didn't occur.) We girls tried to leave again, only to discover we needed our wallets, certain personals. Went back again, and the three guys we liked were tied to sofas in the basement, which was on fire. The stairs going down were ripped away - they all bravely refused to let us go down and try to help.
The insane clown posse, as I thought of the duo of my friend and Dave Spade, seemed to be giggling evil, enjoying our reactions as much as anything. No harm was offered us, save the vague threat of it, and still we tried to do away with them. Twisting the head of a friend around four or five times as his neck had sort of rubberized - no go. We tried to save the handsome men in the basement, but were defeated by the flames and their own dark determination. They told us to get out, leave them. That they'd try to escape on their own.
So we did. Our wallets were missing, but found Spade's and took it and the car. The two followed us, watching us through cameras they'd put in the car. One by one we found them. And other little 'presents' left in the car to make sure we couldn't ever relax for fear of our lives. I didn't know the city we were in. There wasn't anywhere that seemed safe.
About the time I realized maybe we'd better just ditch this transportation, I pulled out some of the money roll in Spade's wallet to pay for.. the money felt wrong. Didn't look wrong. Just felt evil. Rubbery. The girls thought I was crazy, but I dumped it in a trash can.
And woke up. Determined to go brush my teeth to keep this dream out of my head, but I came here first to write it down.
So clearly something's bugging me in a really big way. Not sure what yet, but the urgency to figure it out is growing. Either that, or I'd have to believe in things I don't really. Bleah.
This one.. started off well. Sort of SCA slumber party at someone's house. Guest starring David Spade, no clue why. Numbers dwindled, until there were three of us girls and five gents. Five girls? Hm. Fay was there, I know. Three of the men were very attractive strangers, with dark curly hair that I like. Anyway. Something was odd in the air. The girls went out cruising in a really amazing long car owned by the house owner, whomever that was, to 'take some air' but I think we simply all felt something was not right but there was no notion what it was.
When we came back, it was insanity. A good friend had gone mad along with the Spade, in a psychotic apparently unkillable way. (Oddly, in my dream I was aware it was unnatural, but the thought of supernatural didn't occur.) We girls tried to leave again, only to discover we needed our wallets, certain personals. Went back again, and the three guys we liked were tied to sofas in the basement, which was on fire. The stairs going down were ripped away - they all bravely refused to let us go down and try to help.
The insane clown posse, as I thought of the duo of my friend and Dave Spade, seemed to be giggling evil, enjoying our reactions as much as anything. No harm was offered us, save the vague threat of it, and still we tried to do away with them. Twisting the head of a friend around four or five times as his neck had sort of rubberized - no go. We tried to save the handsome men in the basement, but were defeated by the flames and their own dark determination. They told us to get out, leave them. That they'd try to escape on their own.
So we did. Our wallets were missing, but found Spade's and took it and the car. The two followed us, watching us through cameras they'd put in the car. One by one we found them. And other little 'presents' left in the car to make sure we couldn't ever relax for fear of our lives. I didn't know the city we were in. There wasn't anywhere that seemed safe.
About the time I realized maybe we'd better just ditch this transportation, I pulled out some of the money roll in Spade's wallet to pay for.. the money felt wrong. Didn't look wrong. Just felt evil. Rubbery. The girls thought I was crazy, but I dumped it in a trash can.
And woke up. Determined to go brush my teeth to keep this dream out of my head, but I came here first to write it down.
So clearly something's bugging me in a really big way. Not sure what yet, but the urgency to figure it out is growing. Either that, or I'd have to believe in things I don't really. Bleah.
