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Charleston Dreams 7/25/2012 - 7/27/2012
13 years ago
Okay, I have officially moved into my crappy Charleston apartment, which is in dire need of renovation. This is because the last tenant was a lazy piece of shit who, for some reason I will never figure out, owned a working crossbow, bolts, and a can of butane fluid. Either he's stupid and thinks he's fuckin Rambo Jr., or a friend gave it to him, I dunno. But I don't want flaming crossbow bolts being fired around me, so I gave that shit to Mom to go dump in the trash.
But enough about things you don't care about. You came here for dreams. These, in one way or another, were related to the stresses of Charleston and uncertainty about the city. I'm sure of it. The first one reminded me of this dream I had a long time ago that...really wasn't anything interesting outside of the fact that it took place in a huge, empty mall, and the fact that one door led to a small storage room for sleeping that had these ugly people in it, and another door led to this medieval-ish wilderness that was kind of fucked up. Okay, the wilderness itself wasn't fucked up, the "king" apparently was. Well, it wasn't as weird as that one dream where I beat up Simon Pegg twice(the dream kind of looped once and the second showing of it got my mom involved), but it was up there...
Now on to the dream itself. This dream, unlike the one I just mentioned, was actually pretty cool. Though it felt like I was just in my underwear the entire time(and that took me back to a dream where I actually was in my underwear and couldn't go with anybody because "I was in my pajamas," and that left me mildly insulted), it was a good feeling, because I wasn't denied anything. I didn't, y'know, confirm I was in my underwear, but I did feel a bit nude. It was a first-person dream throughout this bigger and better mall that was actually filled with several people and full of stores...and by full of stores, I mean like ten. Maybe eleven.
I don't remember everything that happened, but I remember ordering coffee and something sweet to eat on the side from a cafe with a nice wooden interior(and storefront), as well as eventually meeting up with Mom and hearing something reassuring from her. So it was a pretty reassuring dream and kind of symbolized a bit of freedom for me. I guess my subconscious was telling me not to worry, especially since when I looked down at myself at the end, I was wearing my clothes. I was just cold in that building.
The next dream wasn't as reassuring and, frankly, was just plain annoying to even watch. I was with Mom at this...weird building that seemed to resemble the bastard child of a gas station, a DMV, and a disused off-site hospital extension building used for physical therapy. At the more methanol-filled part of it(i.e. the gas stationy part), there were snack machines I couldn't get to that were filled with weird products. They were blocked by these old fat ladies dressed in black that I wanted to punch just so I could spend my money on some snacks. I remember being angry and really not wanting to be there, but not much after that. I also remember feeling useless and alienated in that place, so that wasn't a good sign. I guess this showcased my fear of being alienated in a big place.
The latest dream I had was, in every way shape and form, FUCKING CRAZY. And it didn't make me feel good at all. In fact, it made my heart beat, and made me scared for my life. It all started with these crazy like...I didn't know WHAT they were, but they reminded me of those creature things from Night on Bald Mountain from Fantasia. One of them kind of resembled the cartoonish skeleton of a Latios, and another...reminded me of a pig, sort of. Everything else was just random bullshit I guess. Anyway, it was really loud at first and nearly made my brain just JUMP out of REM state, but it wasn't quite enough. Then came about two and a half hours of me being in this weird building with a big yard that reminded me of a bad version of Kanuga. Or a bad version of a dream it reminded me of. It was pretty much this big apartment building whose backyard was literally acres of wilderness. It even had a natural bridge over a big pond that had a fountain in it surrounded by rocks.
Anyway, these tough black teenagers and kids came up to me and got up in my face about something I can't quite remember, and I remember the scene cutting to when I got their job done. Then I did something to piss them off like rip up clothes or destroy something precious of theirs like...I guess this long glass bong or some really awesome Kriss Kross t-shirt of theirs. I don't remember all of what happened, but I remember their "leader" of sorts, the guy with the really short hair and the black bandana on, coming up to me and calling me out on what I did every time I did it. It's like he had this jedi-like instinct that just told him there was a disturbance in the black force and just made him stomp over to me and find out what I did to piss him and his buddies off.
It was a vicious cycle of them getting up in my grill, me doing shit for them, me destroying their things out of anger, me nearly getting my ass kicked for it, and then me getting let off the hook and watching some weird, trippy programs on TV that dreams apparently like to have on monitors. I guess my subconscious wasn't really focused on what was on the TV. But that's not important.
Eventually, it all came to a fever pitch when the leader pulled out his 9mm and shot at me, but then it went into a scene where I woke up in my dream sitting on a patch of grass near that weird gas station from my OTHER dream. Mom was there, the 4Runner was there, and we were about to get in, but for a final kick in the balls from my subconscious, it decided to pull a fast one on me. It decided to cut to another scene where I'm tied up and watching that really loud, scary shit from the very beginning of the dream all over again on an old TV screen. Then the dream's camera kind of zoomed in really fast and went shaky cam on me, showing me those creatures from the beginning with loud ass sounds that I think may have came from Amnesia: The Dark Descent when your character's low on Sanity.
After I was shocked awake by that and staring at the fan in my apartment bedroom keeping me cool, I just rubbed my face and decided it was time to try to control the amount of stress that's created out of my situation and moving shit into and out of my living space. I mean...I don't even wanna try to make sense of what was bookending my dream, but I know that dream must've shown me my fear of doing the wrong things to people or being at the wrong place at the wrong time in Charleston. Or pissing the wrong people off, for that matter. The scary thing was, it felt REAL. VERY REAL. I was my real self from the real world in that dream! And I felt myself trying to run from those guys and negotiate with them when they caught me!
...I...I just need to stay inside. I don't need to go out. >_<; I'm just going to stay inside and teach myself to stop being scared of a big city.
- Authur
But enough about things you don't care about. You came here for dreams. These, in one way or another, were related to the stresses of Charleston and uncertainty about the city. I'm sure of it. The first one reminded me of this dream I had a long time ago that...really wasn't anything interesting outside of the fact that it took place in a huge, empty mall, and the fact that one door led to a small storage room for sleeping that had these ugly people in it, and another door led to this medieval-ish wilderness that was kind of fucked up. Okay, the wilderness itself wasn't fucked up, the "king" apparently was. Well, it wasn't as weird as that one dream where I beat up Simon Pegg twice(the dream kind of looped once and the second showing of it got my mom involved), but it was up there...
Now on to the dream itself. This dream, unlike the one I just mentioned, was actually pretty cool. Though it felt like I was just in my underwear the entire time(and that took me back to a dream where I actually was in my underwear and couldn't go with anybody because "I was in my pajamas," and that left me mildly insulted), it was a good feeling, because I wasn't denied anything. I didn't, y'know, confirm I was in my underwear, but I did feel a bit nude. It was a first-person dream throughout this bigger and better mall that was actually filled with several people and full of stores...and by full of stores, I mean like ten. Maybe eleven.
I don't remember everything that happened, but I remember ordering coffee and something sweet to eat on the side from a cafe with a nice wooden interior(and storefront), as well as eventually meeting up with Mom and hearing something reassuring from her. So it was a pretty reassuring dream and kind of symbolized a bit of freedom for me. I guess my subconscious was telling me not to worry, especially since when I looked down at myself at the end, I was wearing my clothes. I was just cold in that building.
The next dream wasn't as reassuring and, frankly, was just plain annoying to even watch. I was with Mom at this...weird building that seemed to resemble the bastard child of a gas station, a DMV, and a disused off-site hospital extension building used for physical therapy. At the more methanol-filled part of it(i.e. the gas stationy part), there were snack machines I couldn't get to that were filled with weird products. They were blocked by these old fat ladies dressed in black that I wanted to punch just so I could spend my money on some snacks. I remember being angry and really not wanting to be there, but not much after that. I also remember feeling useless and alienated in that place, so that wasn't a good sign. I guess this showcased my fear of being alienated in a big place.
The latest dream I had was, in every way shape and form, FUCKING CRAZY. And it didn't make me feel good at all. In fact, it made my heart beat, and made me scared for my life. It all started with these crazy like...I didn't know WHAT they were, but they reminded me of those creature things from Night on Bald Mountain from Fantasia. One of them kind of resembled the cartoonish skeleton of a Latios, and another...reminded me of a pig, sort of. Everything else was just random bullshit I guess. Anyway, it was really loud at first and nearly made my brain just JUMP out of REM state, but it wasn't quite enough. Then came about two and a half hours of me being in this weird building with a big yard that reminded me of a bad version of Kanuga. Or a bad version of a dream it reminded me of. It was pretty much this big apartment building whose backyard was literally acres of wilderness. It even had a natural bridge over a big pond that had a fountain in it surrounded by rocks.
Anyway, these tough black teenagers and kids came up to me and got up in my face about something I can't quite remember, and I remember the scene cutting to when I got their job done. Then I did something to piss them off like rip up clothes or destroy something precious of theirs like...I guess this long glass bong or some really awesome Kriss Kross t-shirt of theirs. I don't remember all of what happened, but I remember their "leader" of sorts, the guy with the really short hair and the black bandana on, coming up to me and calling me out on what I did every time I did it. It's like he had this jedi-like instinct that just told him there was a disturbance in the black force and just made him stomp over to me and find out what I did to piss him and his buddies off.
It was a vicious cycle of them getting up in my grill, me doing shit for them, me destroying their things out of anger, me nearly getting my ass kicked for it, and then me getting let off the hook and watching some weird, trippy programs on TV that dreams apparently like to have on monitors. I guess my subconscious wasn't really focused on what was on the TV. But that's not important.
Eventually, it all came to a fever pitch when the leader pulled out his 9mm and shot at me, but then it went into a scene where I woke up in my dream sitting on a patch of grass near that weird gas station from my OTHER dream. Mom was there, the 4Runner was there, and we were about to get in, but for a final kick in the balls from my subconscious, it decided to pull a fast one on me. It decided to cut to another scene where I'm tied up and watching that really loud, scary shit from the very beginning of the dream all over again on an old TV screen. Then the dream's camera kind of zoomed in really fast and went shaky cam on me, showing me those creatures from the beginning with loud ass sounds that I think may have came from Amnesia: The Dark Descent when your character's low on Sanity.
After I was shocked awake by that and staring at the fan in my apartment bedroom keeping me cool, I just rubbed my face and decided it was time to try to control the amount of stress that's created out of my situation and moving shit into and out of my living space. I mean...I don't even wanna try to make sense of what was bookending my dream, but I know that dream must've shown me my fear of doing the wrong things to people or being at the wrong place at the wrong time in Charleston. Or pissing the wrong people off, for that matter. The scary thing was, it felt REAL. VERY REAL. I was my real self from the real world in that dream! And I felt myself trying to run from those guys and negotiate with them when they caught me!
...I...I just need to stay inside. I don't need to go out. >_<; I'm just going to stay inside and teach myself to stop being scared of a big city.
- Authur
