Anyway I had a charming weekend at the house of the parents of Ezeeeez from Steeeze, with Fist Patrick from GMSC , Julian & Kyle who's blogs I don't know about. We made fried chicken with rice krispies. And of course drank a ton and everybody fell down all over the place.
Normally I am drunk when I fall asleep and don't really "dream" per se. Apparently, according to Garret I make horrible noises, snore, and wake up violently throughout the night, occasionally yelping. So something is going on in there. Thankfully, I don't remember any of these brain-rattling things that are apparently wreaking havoc on my unconscious, and keeping my bf awake. That said, I do remember this one dream I had on Saturday. I know, hearing about other people's "dreams" (and tangentially 'hopes') is boring, but I've run this one by a few peeps and apparently there's a nugget of interesting in there.
I'm in this house with a family. Mother, Father, 2 little blond haired kids live there. They aren't my family - I have no idea what I'm doing there but it doesn't seem strange that I'm there. Maybe I'm the au pair
or something.Things are awry in this house. Little pellets keep shooting out of the cabinets. I wake up and I have demonic writing tattooed on my stomach. The kids keep disappearing and then show up crying. Obviously the house its trying to kill us.
There is a oversize door in the house that is padlocked for some reason nobody ever really brings up, I guess me and my host family are renters or something. The worse the situation gets in the house the more the door becomes suspicious (like a gigantic padlocked door wouldn't have been creepy before-hand). Its a glass door but you can't see through it because, as I put my face up to it - I realize there is white soundproofing stuff layered up behind it. A little bit of light shows through the edges. I listen really closely and I think I hear some very faint noises, like crying or screaming.
It turns out that there are rabid feral children living in some secret annex in the house. Then everything gets very non-linear but the climax of the dream involves me and one of the family's children trapped in a basement trying to get upstairs into the house before the feral children bust thought the wall and kill us. I can't unlock the basement door because I realize they have sawed off the bottoms of my keys. Somehow I do get up stairs but I've lost the little kid, mostly because I was trying to save my own ass from having my face chewed off by wolf boy or whateves.
Panic ensues. Some things happen and the dream ends with the police showing up and dragging out this band of scabby kids. One of them is in handcuffs giving a smaller one a piggy back ride.
welcome to my nightly hell ride.
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