Dream journal

[muckefuck]

Last night, more sharks. I was with a group of people waiting on the edge of a sludgy pond for small sharks to appear and try to get at us. Instead, we saw a gator. Then various crap floating by under a pedestrian bridge. Poster-size images of flowers in bright colours that broke apart as they entred the rapids and the delicate, soggy paper shredded, one after another. Then the case of an antique video game entitled "Buck Rogers and Vitamin-Milk Boy" that had us all laughing.

A late night party at a friend's family's place featuring bad television followed by widespread crashing. In the morning, a poltergeist was causing the gas burners to spontaneously ignite. Making sure they were turned off had no effect, only unhooking the gas did. Unfortunately, there were at least four ranges in the place and, as one of the view people awake, I was scurrying from one to another moving all the empty pots, pot holders, glasses, and other stuff that had been piled on top of them before they were scorched or caught fire.

Earlier in the week, I had nightmares of people in the late stages of AIDS desperately giving all their money to scam artists for "treatment". I was one of them and, when I realised what was going on, I threw myself from a height rather than face their demands for more money. I fell to my death; I was standing at the scene wondering what pieces my body should break into and where they should bounce to.

Comments

[mollpeartree.livejournal.com]

So do you think it means anything when you have kind of violent and scary dreams?

The most recent one for me was I was in a LARP game conducted by welcomerain, set inside a house that was running a computer-generated virtual reality program in coordination with the game, and I was a) topless and b) attacked by a green zombie so I bit him and handcuffed him to a gurney.

That line

[arkanjil.livejournal.com]

would make a perfect Page Title for you, me boyo.