geekgirl101

I had as usual multiple dreams and could only recall 2 of them, both very strange.

Dream 1

I was late for a science experiment so I arrived at a college after class to do the experiment. I had a piece of wire that I needed to create a "plasma" at the end, which was basically a pulsing light at the end of the wire that gave an electric shock when touched. I was following instructions on a leaflet on what to do. It then said I needed to apply the plasma under my tongue and that it would then project a larger image of my teeth but in building form on a screen to show what state my teeth were in. I placed the wire carefully on a table so that the plasma bit at the end didn't touch anything and went to brush my teeth and gargle some mouth wash. I was brushing thoroughly with a toothbrush but the head was that of a round electric toothbrush. I was being very thorough cleaning everything including the gums very carefully so they wouldn't bleed since I knew I hadn't brushed in a while and the gums were very soft and easy to damage. I used an antibacterial mouth wash then remembered I had some listerine that had been advertised "for people who spit blood when brushing". I rinsed my mouth with the listerine as well, but I had no sink to spit the soapy mess of mouth was and toothpaste. I spat it out onto a jersey and then realised what I had done and went to clean it off fast, but there was no stains on it and it wasn't even wet. Satisfied my mouth was clean as it was gonna get I placed the wire into my mouth. The "plasma" was now a very tiny glowing white dome with a dark base and I had to insert it so the flat side was touching the flesh under the tongue, but it went on the wrong way. I fiddled about with it until I got it the right way up, and then it morphed into a very tiny web cam that clamped itself into the flesh and began projecting the image onto a screen. What I saw was the gums and lines of ruined houses made out of computer chips that were crumbling and falling to pieces, and looked like brown moss around the bases to represent plaque. The tutor came up to see my progress and said "oh dear, doesn't look very good in there doesn't it?" I suddenly started to feel woozy. "That'll be the morphine" said the tutor. "Morphine?" I said drowsily. I began to panic as I was due for an operation soon and knew they were going to give me lots of morphine that I could overdose with this extra in my system. "Don't worry it's only a small amount" said the tutor. "It'll wear off quickly." I noticed the area under the tongue didn't hurt anymore and was numb. Just as well because if the little "plasma" bot in my mouth had pierced itself into the flesh to stay in one spot then it was going to sting coming out again. The dream then ended.

Dream 2

I was wearing a long red dress and a black cashmere jumper that had shrunk in the wash that the sleeves were halfway up my arms and gripping into the skin. I also was wearing my black and silver cross pendant. I was walking up some stairs following the person who owned the place, the walls were a tomato red colour, and as we reached the landing there was various trinkets hanging on the wall like a shop. I saw a charm necklace with charms of bibles, crosses and figurines of saints. I looked at it with awe and took it off the hanger. "Now where have I seen this design before..." I said. "Oh, that's a very popular necklace" said the owner. I looked down at my silver and black cross pendant which had tiny little crosses dangling off the huge cross made of pewter and faux gems and held it up. "Ah!" said the owner seeing its similar design. I put the necklace back on its hanger. "This one is more me though, more of a gothic look to it" I said looking at the pendant. "If you like goth then I think I know just the person for you" said the owner. "She's called Rachiel, but she is very particular about her friends." I was shown into a room that had a very small bar at the back. The room looked more like a chef's kitchen than a bar, and in the middle of the room was a large metal table and a woman was sat on top of it surrounded by other people wearing heavy metal gothic clothes. She had her hair in messy dreads and were of various shades of brown. Her face was almost completely decorated with piercings and she had various tatoos on her arms and wearing scraggy clothing. She was Rachiel, and she was head of this place. As I walked in she laughed in a mocking way and everyone else went quiet. "What in the hell is THAT?!" she shouted, glaring at me. The whole room stared right at me. I began to walk around the crowd towards the bar. She was saying other insulting things to me that I couldn't recall what she said, but I responded to her with "Whatever" and proceeded to the bar. "If you want to prove yourself to me then you'll order a" I can't recall the name of the drink she said. I knew what the recipe was in the dream but again I can't recall it, and I knew it was a potently spicy drink that could make a person gag. I leaned over to the barman and asked him "Does it have spices in it?" He didn't seem to acknowledge me at first and the rest of the room were eager to know if I was going to order it and drink it in front of them. I asked the barman again "Has it got spices in it?" The barman had a dirty face and a fat cigar inbetween his teeth. He grinned at me and nodded his head "Oooh yeah" he said. I looked around to see what else there was to drink. There was a few cheap lagers on tap and just a couple of bottles of spirits behind him, nothing special. I decided against ordering anything and walked towards Rachiel. Another girl with a black nose ring and dyed black hair questioned me. I stood at her side and without looking at her I said "Normally I would accept your challenge, but I am allergic to spices." She rolled up her eyes and grabbed hold of a small backpack saying something along the lines of "Come on guys, let's leave this loser to it" and a bunch of people left the room with her, leaving just me with Rachiel and a small number of lads around her. She didn't look very impressed with me. Then I noticed I had a shopping bag and inside it was a small number of things including an ibuprofen in inhaler form and a ventolin inhaler, and a bottle of cheap shower gel I bought from Aldi. The lid had popped off the shower gel and everything inside it was coated in the gel, only it wasn't gel it was now like a mixture of oil and honey that crystalized when dried on. I ran into a toilet area which was decorated in blue tiles and put the bag onto a shelf and began rummaging inside seeing what I could rescue. The ibuprofen inhaler looked like a small bottle of Ariel liquid gel and was unusable, so I discarded it. I frantically pulled out my ventolin inhaler and pulled it apart. The oily mess had dried on and would need a toothbrush to clear it out and lots of hot water, but I was in such a panic that I started breathing at the back of my throat. It wasn't an actual asthma attack as I couldn't feel anything in the chest, but I was getting just as loopy from hyperventilating and losing my footing. Someone helped to hold me upright. I thought about coughing but it would've been a clear cough and not needed, so I tried instead to calm down. I felt like such a weakling, a girl posing as a badly dressed goth entering a club led by a heavy metal goth gang having multiple allergies and asthma. A man rushed into the room with an oxygen mask, it was a paramedic in a very dark green cotton jumpsuit. I knew I didn't need it, but then I woke up coughing and wheezing with my chest rattling like crazy and kept dropping back to sleep almost recalling the dream from where it left off but more as a waking dream, rewriting it half awake. Every time I woke up I would say "Hand pick up the ball!" as a way of telling me to wake up properly and get out of bed. It took several attempts to properly wake up and get out of bed with me finally saying loudly "Hand pick up the ball!" and pulling the covers off me and pushing myself up.