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Hallelujah! What's Going On?

11/11/12

Ok, will try my best with this one, there's something at the beginning I can't quite get to but I figure the best thing to do is make the details all short and sweet. Can't much go wrong that way. I really appreciated the input on my last one and would like someone to do the same with this one cause I'm going through a period of self analyzing and trying to get on the right rhythm if you know what I mean. I rely on my dreams to help me figure things out.

Well, as far back as I can remember, and I know for certain there's something before this - you know what it's like it's like when you let your mind wander and you're spacing out on something particular but somehow "another" thought pops into your head and you get so wrapped up in it that you've suddenly forgotten what you were originally thinking about - "oh well, it couldn't have been that important" you tell yourself. --So anyway, the first thing I recall happening is being at a school assembly. There's a bunch of youngsters there, they're watching THE most axe-grinding, eardrum busting, instrument shredding hardcore metal band you've ever heard in your life! Can't remember if it was metal or punk rock. Either way, the band (which I'm assuming doesn't exist in real life?) is supposed to kick all the ass in the world - but these kids look so utterly bored they're about to give crystal meth a good try.

What's the deal, what's wrong with these kids? -But somehow, I get it. It's just not their kinda thing. These kids today like listening high priced hookers and ladyboys like Beiber. These metal rockers just picked the absolute wrong crowd to perform to. Leaves me wondering why they're performing infront of a bunch of 9-year-olds anyway? After the concert there's deathly silence but the teacher makes it even worse by telling the kids to be polite and clap for the band, further throwing salt in the metal bands already infected wounds, by the kids giving THE most insincere applause clapping you've ever seen. Ouch!

The band decides to wander around and talk to the kids, get to know them. This part's a little fuzzy. I recall getting a booklet, y'know like the kind that usually comes with the CD, and it's supposed to have all the songs from the album or something. Only it's HUGE! It looks like one of those Harry Potter books, my god, this must be of all the songs this band has ever written in their entire careers, do they really expect me to read all this? Well, I probably will anyway, cause reading big books is a past time of mine, a niche curiosity I have. But I can't remember where I got the booklet from, I know a guy had it before me. Then I end up striking up a conversation with a girl member of the band. I don't know how many members there were, I think at least 5 but that's just a guess. Anyway, I'm chatting up this chick, and she's actually really cool, I've already been friends with girls who smoke and dye their hair a different color (blue/green here) and swear and shit. My kind of woman.

We're talking and she ends up giving me a booklet, cause I told her how much I thought their shocked kicked all the ass in the world and blew my schizophrenic mind to absolute pieces and all that! She laughs and takes the compliment cause the band really needed it today. Anyways, she gives me a booklet to the new album or something, that must be it cause I make a comment how this one will be easier to read cause the last booklet the other guy gave was a fucking encyclopedia. Well, my joke was probably a bit cleaner than that but she laughs all the same. Oh good, I don't have much to offer anyone but it's awesome to know I can at least make people laugh.

I don't know what happened but the setting mysteriously changes without warning. Suddenly me and this girl are together at the supermarket buying groceries. And it's like we've been there all day but it's like - I don't know how to explain to y'all. It's like information overlapping one another. She's talking, we're just hanging out by the produce section, talking while stocking up. Suddenly I turn the corner of one of the shelves and walking in my direction is my best friend Daniel. I feel ashamed to let him see me and I grab my cat Butter and I sit down - but it's too late, he's seen me.

He walks over and starts talking to me. I'm paralyzed and in a wheelchair, no wait, I think it's one of those motorized scooters. Yeah I know, if I'm paralyzed how did I get up and grab my cat? -Anyway we're talking and I can't recall if the conversation ended in good spirits or bad, I don't remember much of what was said. Suddenly my cat gets down off my lap and walks across to where some customer is getting something out of the refrigerating unit. My cat (he's an all black male by the way) jumps into the freezer and I get up and go get him. I tell Daniel I guess it's time I take Butter home.

I go outside to my car - wait, now I'm walking again, what's going on? Or should I say, hallelujah. -So I go to walk towards my car in the parking lot. To give you an impression of how weird this is, I don't own a car, nor do I drive. But the dream was VERY insistent. Or I should say it was me - I'm absolutely positive I had the keys and I was all geared up to drive my car home. -There's two things that seem to piss me off in the waking world and the feeling seems to be mutual in my dreams, punk teenagers and barking dogs. Here I am, right by the car there's three dogs in a row, coming after me. I didn't stick around to have a word with the owners, they're un-leashed, yipes! I run, but I try to be gentle about it, I don't know how that's possible, the whole time I still got my cat in my arms and I'm carrying him around telling him to stay still, I don't know what I'm doing traveling with my cats, I would never do that. But there's a distinct fear with me that I won't be able to take my cats home after this.

I wander around, trying to ditch those dogs. I remember trying to outsmart them, go around, and run to where they can't or won't follow. I'm going around cars but somehow I end up out of the parking lot and find myself in a construction site. Without even realizing it I eventually find myself up above on one of the higher floors cause I remember looking down and getting dizzy that there is a drop off.

One of those dogs, the meanest, a white one (I'm not knowledged on breeds and all that) eventually finds me and looks to attack me. He's got the meanest little psycho face I've ever seen on him, but then his face turns sympathetic and nice. His eyes get all sad and human looking, making him look like a cartoon character, 3 dimensional. Then his face turns psycho again once I turn my back on him and he goes to attack me again but overshoots and runs off in the distance! -Finally, but I should still keep my guard up.

There's teenagers at this construction site and they don't sound friendly, I don't know how I can tell but I hear whispers and them addressing me, I can only see shadowy silhouettes, never once does one come out in the open but I get the feeling they plan to beat me up? I look over the edge and plan to get down to the ground off the side of the building on the wing across from me over this lil' gap I'm standing next to. Except now, it seems I've gotten lucky and there's a mound of dirt where originally there was a two or three story straight drop over the edge I'm standing at. Very carefully I slide down the mound with Butter still in my arms. I'm a little nervous about stepping out into the open but I'm gonna have to risk it - my car's in the parking lot directly infront of me in the distance. When I first walk out into the open I'm in a park. There's grass under my feet, a definite forest with trees everywhere, evergreens.

Strangely, I'm looking around and it's like somebody changed their mind and now there's NOT that many trees around, infact I only see two and a wide open field. There's two dogs running around across the field. Shit it's the other two dogs from before. But to my relief they don't seem harmful. It seems that white dog was the only mean one. There's a woman chasing after the two dogs and I can't remember now that I think of it how she managed to clarify this for me but somehow I just KNOW, those two dogs (one brown and one a collie I think?) were the only ones she owns. The other one apparently was a stranger. I don't know what's going on but despite how far away she is in which ever direction the volume is always the same and I can hear what she was saying as well as if I had planted a listening device on her boob. She's trying to get a hold of her dogs and all the while I'm walking across the grass to get to my car which is just infont of me now. This grass was never here in this parking when I was hear earlier and I feel isolated and alone, everyone's driven home for the day now, my car's the only one left in the lot.

This is very specific but there's a part I recall quite well - so much so that I wrote it down in my notes in specific detail cause usually I don't pick up conversation that good. She makes a comment about how fast her smaller brown dog is moving. She says he's moving abnormally fast in relation to a dog of his size. She makes a very memorable remark about how the dog moves like he's got 15 legs instead of 4. I'll never forget her saying that, I remember the number 15 precisely!

Now that I think of it, I myself and moving rather oddly. The way I'm running across the field with Butter, whom hasn't stirred throughout this thing. I make long strides with my legs rather than a regular running pattern. It feels like I'm skiing or walking with snowshoes, that's the best way I can describe it. Like my feet aren't even touching the ground and I'm riding on clouds. And yet, the car is barely getting any closer. I'm having such exceeding difficulty trying to reach it. It feels like I'm gliding faster than I'm supposed to be running but I'm not making much progress and I'm finding it exceedingly difficult to navigate here. Do I even have legs? And how do I move forward? -Oh nevermind, here we go.

I finally reach the car, get in, put Butter in the passenger seat, put the keys in, close the door, start the ignition and drive off. Suddenly I'm home and dunking Butter underwater to give him a bath in the sink except he's no longer my cat Butter, he's the rat from "Ratatouille" but not the pixar rat, a real one. And he's doing the narration voice-over of the scene in storybook ending like. Something along the lines of "...and everything was right with the world once again," at the very end. I notice I'm awake.

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