thirsty DEILD hell and the longest DEILD chain I've ever had. I'm sorry, Ginger, if you ever read this. We've been apart for a week now and a girl has her needs...
WalMart's new policies
I was in the car with a bunch of my fellow housemates, including Kestrel and Ginger. I was asleep in the back seat when we pulled up to WalMart. My friend needed to go in to buy a TV and I followed her in because I had nothing better to do. When I tried to leave, they pulled me aside and said that they had a new policy in which they had to search every customer upon exit. I was pissed, and got even more pissed when they said that they were now going to run a test in which they measured how often I shaved my back. WTF. I told them that I had never shaved my back before, but they didn't care. I told them to piss off and the manager came, and he fired some employees because they went too far. My friend left with her TV and winked at me as she snuck by the employees, avoiding altogether getting searched cause they were too busy with me.
I managed to finally exit the store and waited on the patio for my friend. I had a stick in my hand and started dancing around with the stick, hovering in the air and swinging it around me liked a skilled baton twirler. I realized that I could never do this in real life, mostly because real life physics wouldn't allow me to hover. I decided that I was probably dreaming, and began my quest on searching for a sexy Dionysus.
Because I'm batshit insane and I still had the stick in my hand, I decided I would ride on the stick like a witch with a broom, except I would have been the LAMEST WITCH EVER riding on a broken ass broom. But whatever, I felt cool.
There were lots of clouds to choose from today, except I was having the worst time trying to land on one. It's as if my flying skills became MAX HARDCORE but my landing skills became absolutely...nonexistent. I kept totally missing the clouds and dive-bombing into the ground kamikaze style.
Fuck this, I'm a dragon.
I think I DEILD'd from the previous dream. I was in my parents' backyard and I was determined to land on a freaking cloud. I wanted it to be fuzzy and cottony and wonderful, dammit. But my subconscious was giving me sass, making it hard to even jump and land.
The sky was clear so I summoned a cloud. But got a mattress.
Whatever. This would have to do. All I wanted to do right now was restore my faith in my ability to jump and then return to the ground. I tried a few times before I got it. I then summoned some real clouds and flew to them and I managed a landing...and fell straight through them. Jesus Christ.
I landed on the ground and noticed that there were little miniature people running away from me. LOL. Fuck this, I'm a dragon.
I ravaged their lands with my dark purple claws and laughed as they ran away in fear. Even the ogres ran away. MWAHAHAHA.
The landscape turned red and I realized I was in Hades, but I was a couple thousand times too big to complete the Hades task, so I decided to keep ravaging instead.
Now that I was in Hades, everything had changed. Instead of humans, ogres, and giants, there were monsters and people being tortured. I pulled up a GIANT fish from the water. The fish consisted only of bones, and on its head it wore some kind of torture device that reminded me of Pyramid Head from Silent Hill. It swam in a lake of blood. Nice.
death trap
I was in a large industrial complex with a team of six or seven other people. There was another team out to kill us. I watched as an opponent built a huge death trap. She had made a large two-story scaffold that would begin rolling when someone stepped in the trap. The victim would be distracted by movement from their peripheral vision from the opposite direction and would be squashed when the scaffold crushed them. I saw two of my team mates die this way. Ironically, we were the one wearing the bloody aprons so we may have been the bad guys, actually.
Cemetery Lyfe
I DEILD'd from the previous dream and woke up in my father's bedroom. I got up out of bed and looked out the window. The entire backyard looked like a cemetery. Even our house looked like a giant mausoleum. It was really beautiful, but creepy. It extended to our neighbors' houses and yards. It looked almost mythical.
Cemetery lyfe 2
I DEILD'd from the previous dream and woke up again in my father's bedroom. The windows were slightly different. They had small square panes in them. I went to the window and looked out again, and everything was still gothic looking. I wanted to explore so I flew through the window and flew around a bit.
Knives
I DEILD'd and 'woke up' AGAIN in my father's bed. I felt really drowsy this time, like the bed had a magnetic pull. I got myself out of bed, did a reality check to confirm, and noticed a large pile of knives laying across the room. All of the knives were made of brass. They all looked badass enough to slay a demon with. There was a knife that had a large (~a foot) cross on it. The bottom of the cross then became a blade. It looked neat, but completely inefficient. I chose a smaller knife that I decided would be able to cut through anything and decided to try it out on the window.
As soon as I touched the knife to the window, the window cracked, broke, and fell in pieces to the floor. There were red curtains on the window, and I made tears in them too because why not, and this knife was cool.
Punter
I DEILD'd from the previous dream and yet again woke up in my father's bedroom. I was feeling super 'thirsty' and decided to go see who my options were. I went downstairs to the kitchen and found a whole new family living there as well. I spotted a decent looking young man.
"Hey, what's your name?" I asked as flirtatiously as I could.
"Punter," he replied. I wasn't sure what he said at first. Punter? Did he mean Gunther?
"Come again?"
"Punter," he said again and smiled. Whatever. I wasn't going to be picky about names.
"Wanna have sex?" I asked bluntly. He smiled.
We started doing it on the floor when the entire family walked in. OMG. Instead of being disgusted, they started cheering and asking who could go next LOL. It was a huge clusterfuck. But I woke up before it got too good.
The Clothesman
I DEILD'd again from the previous dream and cursed to myself that the dream didn't last longer. I had again woken up in my father's bedroom (to clarify, this isn't some weird Freud fetish. I'm staying at my grandparents' house right now and the room I'm staying in is similar to my dad's, so my subconscious is getting confused). I wasn't about to give up on my quest to get un-thirsty.
I opened the door from the bedroom and standing immediately on the other side was a man holding a bunch of clothes on hangers. He wasn't too old and looked decent enough, so I invited him downstairs to you-know-what. He looked really nervous and first I assumed it was because he was a maid/butler/something (he was also dressed in a tuxedo) and had work to do. I assured him that the clothes didn't matter, but that didn't ease his nervousness. I realized, only when we started getting it on, that he was a virgin as he didn't know what to do with himself. I tried to help, but to no ease. Fuck you, subconscious.
The Neighbor's House
I DEILD'd from the last dream and woke up in the same place again. I felt as if I was really starting to exhaust my options here, so I flew to the neighbors house. It looked really dark inside. I flew through the window. None of the lights were on, but people were standing in the dark. It was really unnerving, so I left. Not sure what I did after that.
The Soft Man
I DEILD'd again but this time woke up in an apartment complex. I walked out to the balcony, and saw that I was probably on the seventh or eighth floor. I looked around and saw a man on the balcony below me. I dropped down to him. He looked really weird. He looked like a Sim in 3D. I touched his hand and at first I couldn't feel him, but slowly was able to. He felt unnaturally soft. Really unnaturally soft. I woke up while feeling his softness. I don't think I would have gone for him anyways, he was too unnatural looking.
The Priest
I DEILD'd again from the last dream. I was now really confident in my DEILD'ing abilties and knew exactly when I start moving around even if no image had appeared yet. YAY. At least something good came from being thirsty. Speaking of that, I still wasn't about to give up (but maybe soon, I kept 'waking' up really drowsy). I left the house. It was snowy outside. I walked down the street a little and saw a priest walking with his wife. I walked up to him and started talking to him.
"Won't your wife mind if we start getting it on right here?" I asked him.
"Ha! She's deaf and blind. She'd never know the difference!" He laughed. Oh my. I heard a choir singing in the church next to us and felt myself waking up again. I just decided to give up the man-hunt for now and just chill.
Body Jewelry
DEILD'd again from the last dream and woke up in the same bedroom. I was getting frustrated about how my dreams kept getting cut short. I knew that it was partly caused by the fact that I am always compulsively thinking about how I'm asleep in bed right now (hence my high level of lucidity), so I decided to try focusing on something else. Kestrel was nearby and there was a display case full of body jewelry. I looked inside it. There were pieces of all different sizes and colors. I focused my attention to one that looked like a small penny with President Lincoln on it. I looked away and then back, and the figure on the penny had become a pirate. I did so again and he became George Washington. Kestrel took my attention away from the display case, but I forgot what happened afterward.
fall weather
I DEILD'd again and woke up in the same bedroom. I was getting really tired now. Not just of DEILD'ing repeatedly, but I was getting literally exhausted and wanted to stay in bed. I'm not sure if it was because of Kestrel's supplement that I took, or because I had so much 'awake' activity in my dreams. I literally dragged myself out of bed and went downstairs and into the front yard. It was windy and the leaves were falling off of the trees. I heard some commotion in the distance, which sounded like fireworks. I heard the voice of an older woman calling my name. I turned around and saw her sitting on a large rock in the flower garden. She asked me why I wasn't wearing my winter coat.
"Well, I don't feel awfully cold," I responded. I looked down at what I was wearing. I had on a flowy red shirt and gray sweatpants that flared at the leg.
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