memorable

last night i had an extremely vivid and disturbing dream.

i was in a house that was a hybrid of my own and my friends house.
i hear a knock on the door and it's this guy i know (we'll call him A) that has a horrible personality IRL and i dislike him with a passion.

i haven't answered the door yet but i know it's him because he's speaking (it sounds like he's reading out the course outline for one of my psychology courses) and i recognise his voice.

then i hear some other people approaching (about 15 or so, and they all sound about 16 or 17) and they hassle A. he keeps just saying random words: "consciousness, neural bases of behavior, learning and conditioning.."

then they start stabbing him and laughing cruelly

A: "are you stabbing me?"

the stabbing sound was incredibly disturbing and realistic. i was sitting inside listening to all this and freaking out, almost feeling every stab because i can hear it so clearly.
then it stops and the mob sounds satisfied, laughing and joking about A's death
"look, it's a dead A. hahahahahahaahah!"

all this time i want to go out and do something about it but i know i'll just be killed as well. i was pretty terrified obviously.
i hear them leave and then i tentitively go to the door and only catch a glimpse of A and then look away.
he certainly looks dead. he's lying still with blood oozing out of his stab wounds.

i decide to call the cops so i go find my cellphone. i go to back to my room (which doesn't look like my room whatsoever) and find it. i dial 2000 (the proper police number in New Zealand is 111) and hear an american voice on the other end.

"hello this is the police blah blah blah"

i say nothing, still in shock, but i'm also starting to get a little confused by this whole situation and something seems very fishy.

operator: "come forth or front from the weather"

me: "uh yeah i think they killed A, they stabbed him man...."

then i woke up and heard a bunch of laughing teenage voices in the alley that had gotten into my dreams and had become the laughing mob.

so many dreamsigns!!! and i almost figured out i was dreaming!
dang man.

my dream began with me taking a tour of this 'museum' of the worlds cutest kittens and man..my dreaming mind sure knows how to conjure up the cutest fucking kittens you have ever seen. One was pink and had was fluffy like some kind of ridiculous panda or something. it was making this ultimately 'cute' noise, almost sounded like a bird cooing. im not obsessed with kittens or anything but i was definately impressed

anyway..
after i was done checking out these kittens i had to go pay. i go up to the counter and the receptionist tells me the kitten tour was $30 and there was some kind of levy that was another $600. i was obviously outraged and i swore and yelled. at this point i notice a middle aged women beside me having a laugh because i'd obviously just gone looking at kittens by myself. i knew it was legitimately funny but seeing her laughing up made me even angrier. i demanded to see some paperwork and they presented this document which i had supposedly signed. i read it thoroughly (i dont recall the text scrambling or anything, it all seems pretty legible at the time) and noticed the $600 only covered 'products'. i argued that the kitten tour was a service and not a product and managed to get out of the levy.

soooo.. while this is happening i notice another man who was outside the building (who looked a lot like my boss) was also having a laugh at my situation. for some reason i feel like the best way to get back at the asshole is to point at him and laugh hysterically. his face suddenly turned into the most horrible scowl i could imagine. i am immediately struck by fear and i realise hes going to probably kill me. i look away and then back at him, but hes gone! shitty fuck shit where could he be?!?!?! I see him running (particularly fast and furiously) through the door coming after me. i sprint off knowing that if he gets me im screwed. then suddenly, thanks to my ADA practice (first day of ADA practice too) the day before, i become aware i am dreaming and some of the fear subsides. i think about the situation and know i shouldn't be afraid but because the situation is hectic i can't seem to stabilise, clarify or steer the dream. i end up just running a little more and then the dream faded

overall a very memorable dream but in retrospect i should've stabilized it as soon i became lucid. oh well, lesson learned!

i am standing in front of a door. i am aware that when this door opens i will be face to face with my deepest fear, problem, and the thing that is getting the most in the way of my success and happiness.
tension builds as i brace myself.
the door slow opened to reveal my ex girlfriend.
not at all what i expected but it made sense in the dream (and upon awakening). when i saw her i was overwhelmed by all these dreamy and wakeful feelings and it woke me up. subconscious is definitely trying to tell me something hahah.
OH WELL! back to sleep

i was walking down a street in my hometown when i noticed a parked car with some kind of drawer coming out by the drivers door.
on closer inspection i realise this is an 'honesty box' full of drugs and money. presumably you put money in to pay for whatever you take out. i seriously thought about taking the money and the drugs and having a feista but my better judgement woke me up before i had the chance.