Jarrod and I are having a party. It is dark and the lights won't work. They won't ever work in my dreams.
There are alot of people over, but I don't really know them. Half of them are very mean to me.
They're touching and cooing my baby. They're coping me attitude.
Don't they know they are my guest in my house?
Jarrod wants me to stop being such a bitch and just leave them alone.
I kick all the mean ones out. Its much better that way.
Every seems really insane. They are just bizarre.
One of the girls I kicked out, is hiding and watching us from the other side of the fence.
She waits until everyone leaves, until everything is quiet.
But it isn't quiet. The people who live behind us are doing renovations on thier house and having a party in the middle of the night.
There is a couple having sex on our lawn. I kick them away, they want to know what my problem is.
She is here.
The noise of the renovation is going to wake the baby up.
I call 911, whatever help that is in a dream.
She is outside Loki's window.
She is trying to get in.
She is in the kitchen with Jarrod. Pawing at him, trying to kiss him.
He is trying to gently and politely get her off him.
She pulls down his pants and starts to have sex with him in front of me.
He hits her. I can see what they are doing!
They've been having an affair or had one.
The baby is screaming, I have to get the baby.
I quite possibly kill her and string her up around the yard, or at least parts of her.
And I bury you in the back corner of the yard, out of mind.
Why doesn't the phone work?
The sun is rising and Loki is with me, even if you where never really here with us. The lights are on and I don't need anyone's help.
I am the crazy bitch, you only try to play one.
There are alot of people over, but I don't really know them. Half of them are very mean to me.
They're touching and cooing my baby. They're coping me attitude.
Don't they know they are my guest in my house?
Jarrod wants me to stop being such a bitch and just leave them alone.
I kick all the mean ones out. Its much better that way.
Every seems really insane. They are just bizarre.
One of the girls I kicked out, is hiding and watching us from the other side of the fence.
She waits until everyone leaves, until everything is quiet.
But it isn't quiet. The people who live behind us are doing renovations on thier house and having a party in the middle of the night.
There is a couple having sex on our lawn. I kick them away, they want to know what my problem is.
She is here.
The noise of the renovation is going to wake the baby up.
I call 911, whatever help that is in a dream.
She is outside Loki's window.
She is trying to get in.
She is in the kitchen with Jarrod. Pawing at him, trying to kiss him.
He is trying to gently and politely get her off him.
She pulls down his pants and starts to have sex with him in front of me.
He hits her. I can see what they are doing!
They've been having an affair or had one.
The baby is screaming, I have to get the baby.
I quite possibly kill her and string her up around the yard, or at least parts of her.
And I bury you in the back corner of the yard, out of mind.
Why doesn't the phone work?
The sun is rising and Loki is with me, even if you where never really here with us. The lights are on and I don't need anyone's help.
I am the crazy bitch, you only try to play one.
- Current Mood:
pissed off
I dreamt last week the day before we went to Vancouver.
That Jarrod and I were driving around trying to find Colleen's house. It was dark and confusing. Jarrod would turn right instead of left.
We were lost in the middle of the night. Noone else was around. It was so dark.
We were close to her house, but on the wrong the side. Jarrod ended up being cut up into several large peices. I screamed, I banged on doors, I tried to use phones to call for help. Nothing works, no one wants to help me.
There is many goths living in one house, they let me in. I am so panicked. They want so many details before they are willing to help me or let me use the phone.
I call 911. It seems like help will come. But everything is going wrong.
Don't they know my husband is dead?
Weird side note. Almost exactly a year ago when I was pregnant, I had a nightmare.
Jarrod and I had some friends over. We were drinking. I ended up cutting open my belly and taking the fetus out. I was getting a new body, a new skeleton and everything. I just had to take myself a part and put myself on the new skeleton.
I realized how bizarre that was. That it isn't possible. That the baby can't be put back!!!
I put the tiny baby in a plastic cup. He is small, fits in my hand and all skin coloured.
I freak out. I don't want anyone to know what I've done.
I stare at the fetus, the tiny fetus I killed, in the plastic cup.
I hate that dream. I wish I wouldn't have just remembered it. I went on and on to Jarrod about the dream, I immediately entitled it an Osiris dream.
That Jarrod and I were driving around trying to find Colleen's house. It was dark and confusing. Jarrod would turn right instead of left.
We were lost in the middle of the night. Noone else was around. It was so dark.
We were close to her house, but on the wrong the side. Jarrod ended up being cut up into several large peices. I screamed, I banged on doors, I tried to use phones to call for help. Nothing works, no one wants to help me.
There is many goths living in one house, they let me in. I am so panicked. They want so many details before they are willing to help me or let me use the phone.
I call 911. It seems like help will come. But everything is going wrong.
Don't they know my husband is dead?
Weird side note. Almost exactly a year ago when I was pregnant, I had a nightmare.
Jarrod and I had some friends over. We were drinking. I ended up cutting open my belly and taking the fetus out. I was getting a new body, a new skeleton and everything. I just had to take myself a part and put myself on the new skeleton.
I realized how bizarre that was. That it isn't possible. That the baby can't be put back!!!
I put the tiny baby in a plastic cup. He is small, fits in my hand and all skin coloured.
I freak out. I don't want anyone to know what I've done.
I stare at the fetus, the tiny fetus I killed, in the plastic cup.
I hate that dream. I wish I wouldn't have just remembered it. I went on and on to Jarrod about the dream, I immediately entitled it an Osiris dream.
I dreamt that Aaron Carter was my boyfriend. Our date was to go eat pancakes. It was some assignment for some prissy magazine I worked for.
Aaron ran a playhouse for kids with Down's Syndrome. That part was actually really fun. But "I" was too tall for the kids playhouse. I am not too tall for anything in real life.
I was thorougly disturbed by a dreaming of Aaron Carter as my boyfriend.
Aaron ran a playhouse for kids with Down's Syndrome. That part was actually really fun. But "I" was too tall for the kids playhouse. I am not too tall for anything in real life.
I was thorougly disturbed by a dreaming of Aaron Carter as my boyfriend.
I am with Athanasia, we have just gotten into Vancouver. We are trying to find her boyfriend. I am pregnant :S She asks me who the father is I tell her David. She is confused. I know that it is the wrong answer too, but don't think to much about it and just mumble other names. Which is good enough for her. We find his building. There are alot of people in the lobby but its backwards. The doorman has to let you out, as in he has to make sure you are allowed out. He isn't allowed out because he has the flu and it is contaigous. Some guy walking by tells him to sneak out the back door. I think that is stupid, that it is so easy to sneak out.
We wonder around on Granville St. But it is all confusing, I don't even really know what we are doing. I end up riding my bicycle up and down the street through the fog.
I lose my bicycle and realize that I am not punk rock enough. I have to go find someone who can make me tuff enough. I wonder off of Granville St and find a diner. I know who I have to see. There are two guys sitting at a booth, one of them is Jarrod but I don't know him. I sit next to him. I want to hug him and curl up on his lap and stay there. The other guy tells Jarrod how lucky he is as I am very crazy. He is so damn lucky.
We are like gods. We have preternatural powers. We break into some Hostel and take over some guy's room to have sex. It doesn't matter they can't see us, they couldn't catch us anyway. But they do.
We fly around on building tops to get away from the police. I pick twigs from different trees so they won't know we were there. We go past English Bay and the beach is filled with creepy ass aliens in the dark but I don't care.
The aliens come up from the beach and are liberated. They look like bathroom door stick figures. They have no faces, they are just shapes.
Jarrod and I ride around Vancouver on Vespas with these two other girls. They want to buy my Vespa but I won't let them. The blonde girl who wants to buy it is a sterotypical bitch. We are at a graveyard. I ride around with no brakes. I almost hit Jarrod. Its fun then I try to park on a hill and knock over all the other scooters.
The two girls freak out. We jump in our car to get away.
We wonder around on Granville St. But it is all confusing, I don't even really know what we are doing. I end up riding my bicycle up and down the street through the fog.
I lose my bicycle and realize that I am not punk rock enough. I have to go find someone who can make me tuff enough. I wonder off of Granville St and find a diner. I know who I have to see. There are two guys sitting at a booth, one of them is Jarrod but I don't know him. I sit next to him. I want to hug him and curl up on his lap and stay there. The other guy tells Jarrod how lucky he is as I am very crazy. He is so damn lucky.
We are like gods. We have preternatural powers. We break into some Hostel and take over some guy's room to have sex. It doesn't matter they can't see us, they couldn't catch us anyway. But they do.
We fly around on building tops to get away from the police. I pick twigs from different trees so they won't know we were there. We go past English Bay and the beach is filled with creepy ass aliens in the dark but I don't care.
The aliens come up from the beach and are liberated. They look like bathroom door stick figures. They have no faces, they are just shapes.
Jarrod and I ride around Vancouver on Vespas with these two other girls. They want to buy my Vespa but I won't let them. The blonde girl who wants to buy it is a sterotypical bitch. We are at a graveyard. I ride around with no brakes. I almost hit Jarrod. Its fun then I try to park on a hill and knock over all the other scooters.
The two girls freak out. We jump in our car to get away.
- Current Mood:
contemplative
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I can never turn lights on in my dreams! Its like being trapped in a basement whenever I sleep.