how to turn a good dream into a freakshow

[cornerofmadness]

I was dreaming a nice dream. It was a fancy buffet in a beautiful old house. THe only draw back was limited seating. I tried all kinds of ambitious delicacies. THen they started putting out the dinner menu and I didn't want charged for that.

However, I did linger because several people from my med school showed up and we were talking. It was getting dark when I left and I had to walk through this well lit path along the woods. I heard someone behind me and got uneasy. So I started to jog (this is how you know it was a dream). But for some reason I veered off the step stone path and into the woods on a well worn foot path (because that's what you do when unknown footsteps join you in a dark wood, you go toward the more deserted area)

Finally, I just jump off to the side of the path and scream at him to either pass me or if he thought he was going to rape me, he was going to get hurt himself. Turned out he was this slender Indian young man, sort of looking like Sendhil Rammamurty (Heroes, Covert Affairs) only with straight hair. He was incensed that I thought he would hurt me just because he had brown skin.

I reassured him that it was nothing like that. I hadn't even seen the color of his skin when I started yelling at him. I explained that I had been raped once when I was young and I didn't trust men. His whole demeanor changed, looking very sad. He walked with me back into the city and we were getting along fine. He said he was at his place when we passed this old brownstone and did I want to come up or did i want for him to call me a cab.

I went up. We talked more. Had some wine. had some sex. I was doing the post-coital, omg I had a one night stand prowl through the home trying to find clues to who this guy really was. In the corner was a large bin full of medival equipment. I climbed in and found a sword and a shield. This next part I was outside my body (in his I think). I held up the weapon and said I didn't know you were into the SCA. That's when my face freezes and I see an arm come up. He shot me dead.

The next thing I knew I was with mom and she was making something with cornmeal (hush puppies I think) and she looks over at me and doesn't seem too surprised to see me there. I write in the meal with a finger saying i met a man. mom's excited 'who' I write out Sendhil (poor Sendhil) then I write out in the flour 'he killed me.' And that's when I woke up

Comments

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Well, don't you have the fun dreams, though.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

they are the best

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Oh, definitely.

[bob_fish.livejournal.com]

Blimey.

Last night I dreamed that three years ago I'd accidentally killed a friend of mine, chopped him up and put his body in a garbage bag in a shallow grave on Hay-on-Wye. Then I was sitting around like a big coward not confessing while his family thought he'd disappeared and needed teh closure. It was all scarily real. Note: this did not actually happen and the guy in question is alive and well. I was very relieved to realise this when I woke up. It kind of seems tame next to your dream, though.

[jojo-kun.livejournal.com]

Weird dreams are so much fun! I wish I had weird dreams like that. My dreams are usually very boring and that's when I can remember them. That Sendhil guy was an Fan Expo this past weekend! I didn't see him, though. I did see Ken Russell (shudder). Yeesh, could have gone without having seen him! He directed the first movie I'd ever walked out on. D:

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

my dreams are often very weird.

I would have loved to have met Sendhil and do naughty things to him but that's another dream.

What movie was it?

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

I die a lot in my dreams.

However you win for making mincemeat out of a friend

[jojo-kun.livejournal.com]

I love dreams for that. It's a rare treat when I get to choose my own 'adventure', so to speak. ;P

It was called "The Witches". It involved a group of nuns being accused of being possessed by the Devil and being systematically 'cleansed' by a skeevy priest. One nun ended up with a bellows-full of boiling water up her vagina/uterus. It was a wonderful movie! I think I walked out shortly after that (and it was a movie being shown for a History class I was taking in University - "Dark Cultures: Histories of the Night" was the title of the course)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

oh lovely. I've never heard of that movie and just as well