Posted

Aug 27th 2009

Mood

(Originally posted at my livejournal- http://zhicago.livejournal.com/ )


WEIRD DREAM

Okay I had a really fucked up dream (at least to me) and I just woke up from it, so I'm going to try to recount it (more for me than any other reader).

I'm a different person in the dream. I'm a pretty good looking, very career oriented woman. I'm sitting in on a big meeting and I glance over to one of my coworkers- he is the quiet, studious, geeky type I assume. He was holding a spiral notebook, but wasnt writing in it. He had a long brown ponytail and just happens to be staring at me. I got a little uncomfortable. The meeting ajourns and I'm walking back to my cubicle. He meets up with me in the hallway and whispers, 'You're going to get it too, soon! I can see it in your face, I can read your lines,' and smirks and looks at me for a response.
"What are you talking about," I ask.
"You'll see, ahahaha!".
It's then that I realized (in the kind of dream like omnipotence) that he had a really supernatural feel about him, not in a wizardy way or anything, but like a fucking ghost was following him or something. I shrug it off.

So I get back to my cubicle and I'm doing some work. A female coworker who I assume is a pseudofriend... the kind you only talk to at work.. leans over the top of my cubicle and asks if she can bum a ride from me after work. I say okay.

So the time comes when I'm leaving work and I exit the building. Next to the door is a stack of rough paper-wrapped packages tied with string. Somehow I know they're for me, so I pick them up and carry them to the car. I didn't want to open them just then because my Pseudofriend female was following me for her ride. I felt someone looking at me and as I glanced across the parking lot I saw this geeky coworker of mine who had told me the weird shit in the hallway, and somehow I knew now what he was talking about! He did have a ghost but I knew it wasn't just any ghost- it wasn't a person, it was more of an entity, an evil mindwarping entity.

I sat down in the car knowing that I shouldn't open the package. Pseudofriend gets in the car and is rambling on about gossip or whatever. I start to drive, and somehow as I'm driving I started to open the package. The first package contained a spiral notebook- like the fucking notebook he had in the meeting (I guess it had some kind of major part in it, but being out of the dream now I can't exactly pinpoint why the notebook was such a huge deal). I start to open the second package and I notice the car is barrelling down some dirt road at top speed, and my passenger is screaming her LUNGS off. She was saying things like 'what has gotten into you???' and 'this isnt the way to my house!!'.

I didn't feel any different- physically. I just felt confident. In the back of my mind I felt, well, downright evil. I felt calm, and collected, and even though I didnt know what the hell I was driving at 100mph for, or doing on this road, I knew it was okay- the entity had me now.

I casually asked my passenger what road we were on and she replied, 'its the road to the garbage dump!!!' and i SWEAR, as immediately as she said it, the car CRASHED into a huge ... well it felt like a pond! But it wasnt. The dump had flooded over and there were hundreds of people swimming and screaming... men, women, children. We got out of the car and somehow got seperated. I tried to stay afloat, as high to the top of the water as I could because there were glass shard on the bottom of the water, and countless other disgusting, dirty things. But I was calm- I wasn't screaming. I just knew what to do to keep myself from being hurt.

There were sofas and trash bags and just... thousands of things floating and moving around the water for as far as the eye could see. It was a huge, disgusting garbage sea with dead people and used items. I really can't emphasize enough how, in the dream, I was really freaked out about glass being on the bottom. Freaked out in a way that I wasn't freaking out persay, but more like 'ah fuck i don't want to touch that at ALL!' kind of way.

Anyways, yeah. That's my dream. I wish I could have injected the feelings that came with the dream but I feel like I did an okay job describing it nonetheless.