MadamAurantia

I tried something a little desperate. I started scanning through TvTropes' High Octane Nightmare Fuel database right before going to bed. I used to use Freddy Kreuger as a lucid dream starter, so I figured what the hey, maybe this might give me a dream alone?

The first one went horribly right. I dreamed that I was in a strange 90s sitcom, with characters from Family Matters (Laura Winslow and a clone?) and Fresh Prince (The short, nerdy one. I never really watched it.) all working at a trendy shopping mall in Japan. I worked there too. We go to see a movie together, there's a theater in the mall. We watch a J-horror film, which involved the ghost of a murdered girl haunting everyone she could (Think Grudge, with more blood). Her MO was to show up wearing a pretty close-fit knit sweater in pink and orange, then point above her left breast and say "Here," at which point a wound would appear and a literal river of blood would start flowing out of her. In the dream, this was terrifying.

We all left the movie scared and laughing, then when we were heading up a flight of stairs taking about heading back to America tomorrow morning we looked up and the creepy Japanese chick was at the top of the stairs. She did her shtick and the river started forming a blood-fall down the stairs, with us stepping away to keep from getting blood on us. We left through a WalMart (One of 2 WalMart layouts that keeps showing up in my mind) that was attached to the mall.

Next thing I knew we were packing our things in a car the next day, heading for the airport. Everywhere I turned around, this chick was about 100 yards away pointing above her left breast and bleeding.

I woke up, and went back to sleep. This time I dreamed about a neighbor who IRL has just gotten evicted. He got drunk one too many times, terrorizing the whole apartment building and running around the neighborhood screaming at about one in the morning. I was the one who called the police, and I was the one who let the landlord know about it. And he knows who did it, and I've been rather scared since. We share a balcony, and it wouldn't take a large brick to break in.

In the second dream that Neighbor finally moved out, but I looked out the front window and saw that before he disappeared he had thrown all of my container garden plants off of our third-story balcony. My berry bushes, roses, herbs, and small trees were all over the sidewalk. IRL, he knows how proud I am of my garden. What he didn't destroy, he stole and sold to our other slimy neighbors. I woke up about the time I started storming around the neighborhood looking to kick his a**.

I do remember that before I saw the destruction, my kid sister (who was for some reason staying with us) had left to hang with one of her trashy friends from childhood, driving off in a red sports car and playing VeggieTales music at top volume. Reflective of our childhood IRL: everyone wanted to show how respectable and Christian they were, so everyone listened to VeggieTales because it was safe for all ages. I hated VeggieTales.

BUT Mom and PsychoEx weren't there. All was welcome.