Dar's Dream Journal of Awesome
Yep, this is my DJ, updating it every time i remember something, which was a rare occasion up until a few weeks ago.
blue = attaining lucidity. hopefully i'll be making a lot of blue posts very soon :) just starting trying to LD the other night. im too lazy to color code anything else. I'll try to write this crap as vividly as possible.
The Rotting Baby >A Past Dream (a few months ago)<
I was quietly sitting on a dirty, dingy-looking public bus. Unsure of what was outside the windows because the grime and dirt caked the glass, all I could see what light pouring in. I was not alone, it was rather crowded, with several ragged looking elderly people sitting around me coughing. I could feel the bus moving and vibrating as it sped along the road to whatever destination, occasionally jerking us passengers to the side, softly pushing into each other, but nobody exchanged a word, just looked down. I glance up near the ceiling of the bus to see the advertisements and the route map, all of which were unrecognizable (either that or I couldn't remember). Then I look to my left and see a (somewhat attractive)fellow who I see in school every-other day, start walking towards me, with something bundled in his arms. He takes a seat directly across from me and looks me in the eyes. I acknowledge his presence but keep to myself and look back down. He stands up, I look at him. He holds his bundle forward and says "here." I give him the "wtf?" eyebrow and shoot looks at the bundle and his (somewhat attractive :D :oops: ) face.
"Wanna hold this baby?" he asks, as he reveals a small, pale baby bundled in the green-gray cloth.
"Sure" I say. and he takes the baby out, and places it in my hands. I notice that there's something awfully wrong with the child. It's right arm is missing up to it's elbow and looks like its been rotted (gang green -looking rot). My eyes open wide with shock and I'm about to scream in terror and drop the little diseased brat on the dirty bus floor.
"Haha, you have the disease now." the guy says as he laughs. For some reason I notice his braces.
I look at my left hand (still holding the baby, mind you) and notice that it looks like my hand is rotting also. The infection creeping, spreading slowly up my hand to my arm. :eek:
At this point, I wake up.
>my dreams aren't normally this screwed up, FYI<