my brain scares me
Dec. 4th, 2010 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessIt was brain theatre of the bizarre last night. you don't want to miss this trip thru my subconscious
The first dream was around 4 AM and I was outside with a body. It had been dissected, well in the first stages of dissection at any rate. The skin had been removed but the superficial musculature was still intact. The cadaver had also been dismembered. I knew that I had done this but I couldn’t tell you why I was in a field dismembering someone. The body’s cavities were still closed but I was getting ready to open them when someone appeared. Male. Maybe my dad, my brother, a friend, I couldn’t tell you. They were very upset with me.
I kept telling them to take a smell. The body was embalmed. I hadn’t killed the man. I was just dissecting him. Finally, whoever it was convinced me that I needed to not be doing this in the open and I was very distressed. Where was I going to put him so no one would find him? Finally, I got the idea to put him in the basement which was cool and damp. I looked behind me and realized I was in the field in front of my grandmother’s house. That was perfect. I could put the body in a plastic tote and store it in the basement with my other stuff.
So I started looking for a plastic tote to use but I started searching at the edges of the field because there were boxes there. Cardboard boxes mostly. I realized someone had put my stuff, my books, my notes etc in the tree line at the edge of the woods. I was angry but I did find a big enough plastic tote and as I was filling it with body parts I woke up.
The second dream was just before my regular wake up time. It started in what looked a lot like my parents living room. Me and another girl, Vanessa (don’t ask me I have known a Vanessa in 20 years), were meeting with these guys, a rough and tumble lot. There were male twins who looked a lot like Jeff in that picture of me and the Bulger crew from a few nights back on my picture of the day thing. We were all space travelers. Vanessa and I were new to the team. I got the idea that the twins and the rest of the guys (who all seemed to be family) were our hired transport.
The next thing I knew we were in the station to get loaded onto the ship. And now begins the most elaborate ‘I need to wake up and pee’ dream in the world. The guys were having us get ready for a rough trip. We needed to fight these monstrous evil aliens. I said I needed to pee before strapping in for blast off. The guys gave me that ‘Women!’ look and pointed out the restrooms which were behind this massive teeming of people. I was given the warning ‘we’re traveling with our own faces.’ That didn’t really register with me.
Me and Vanessa got in line for the restroom but instead we were shunted into an area where we were expected to change into these flight clothes that looked like girls basketball warm up outfits, blue tank and shorts with white strips down the sides and a number on the shirt. We were also given black shag-cut wigs. Everyone was getting into these wigs and outfits. I was trying to find bobby pins when my name (which wasn’t my real name) was called out over the loudspeaker by this big woman handing out the wigs as me being the reason we were running late.
I was very offended by this and was saying I couldn’t go faster than the line. While Vanessa and I were standing there waiting to pee and to change, I was next to these two women who were eating. You could tell they were the haughty Cordelia Chase types and they were shouting racist crap to the waiters. Finally I get into the toilet area and was nearly knocked down by this downtrodden looking woman who told me ‘I hope you die, bitch. This is all your fault.’ I got the feeling I knew her and I was getting the idea that this was a slave ship and that the wigs and outfits were to make us all uniform. That’s what ‘wear your own face meant.’
And because it was a pee dream I couldn’t find a toilet that wasn’t gross. Two hadn’t been flushed in ages, one had a sideways seat and another had no seat. I finally found one but the door wouldn’t close and I couldn’t pee and change clothes like that. Finally determined to pee in front of god and country, the door is yanked open and the guys from before drag me out of the stall before I could, yelling ‘I told you to wear your own face on this mission.’
Then I woke up and hit the restroom.
The first dream was around 4 AM and I was outside with a body. It had been dissected, well in the first stages of dissection at any rate. The skin had been removed but the superficial musculature was still intact. The cadaver had also been dismembered. I knew that I had done this but I couldn’t tell you why I was in a field dismembering someone. The body’s cavities were still closed but I was getting ready to open them when someone appeared. Male. Maybe my dad, my brother, a friend, I couldn’t tell you. They were very upset with me.
I kept telling them to take a smell. The body was embalmed. I hadn’t killed the man. I was just dissecting him. Finally, whoever it was convinced me that I needed to not be doing this in the open and I was very distressed. Where was I going to put him so no one would find him? Finally, I got the idea to put him in the basement which was cool and damp. I looked behind me and realized I was in the field in front of my grandmother’s house. That was perfect. I could put the body in a plastic tote and store it in the basement with my other stuff.
So I started looking for a plastic tote to use but I started searching at the edges of the field because there were boxes there. Cardboard boxes mostly. I realized someone had put my stuff, my books, my notes etc in the tree line at the edge of the woods. I was angry but I did find a big enough plastic tote and as I was filling it with body parts I woke up.
The second dream was just before my regular wake up time. It started in what looked a lot like my parents living room. Me and another girl, Vanessa (don’t ask me I have known a Vanessa in 20 years), were meeting with these guys, a rough and tumble lot. There were male twins who looked a lot like Jeff in that picture of me and the Bulger crew from a few nights back on my picture of the day thing. We were all space travelers. Vanessa and I were new to the team. I got the idea that the twins and the rest of the guys (who all seemed to be family) were our hired transport.
The next thing I knew we were in the station to get loaded onto the ship. And now begins the most elaborate ‘I need to wake up and pee’ dream in the world. The guys were having us get ready for a rough trip. We needed to fight these monstrous evil aliens. I said I needed to pee before strapping in for blast off. The guys gave me that ‘Women!’ look and pointed out the restrooms which were behind this massive teeming of people. I was given the warning ‘we’re traveling with our own faces.’ That didn’t really register with me.
Me and Vanessa got in line for the restroom but instead we were shunted into an area where we were expected to change into these flight clothes that looked like girls basketball warm up outfits, blue tank and shorts with white strips down the sides and a number on the shirt. We were also given black shag-cut wigs. Everyone was getting into these wigs and outfits. I was trying to find bobby pins when my name (which wasn’t my real name) was called out over the loudspeaker by this big woman handing out the wigs as me being the reason we were running late.
I was very offended by this and was saying I couldn’t go faster than the line. While Vanessa and I were standing there waiting to pee and to change, I was next to these two women who were eating. You could tell they were the haughty Cordelia Chase types and they were shouting racist crap to the waiters. Finally I get into the toilet area and was nearly knocked down by this downtrodden looking woman who told me ‘I hope you die, bitch. This is all your fault.’ I got the feeling I knew her and I was getting the idea that this was a slave ship and that the wigs and outfits were to make us all uniform. That’s what ‘wear your own face meant.’
And because it was a pee dream I couldn’t find a toilet that wasn’t gross. Two hadn’t been flushed in ages, one had a sideways seat and another had no seat. I finally found one but the door wouldn’t close and I couldn’t pee and change clothes like that. Finally determined to pee in front of god and country, the door is yanked open and the guys from before drag me out of the stall before I could, yelling ‘I told you to wear your own face on this mission.’
Then I woke up and hit the restroom.
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Date: 2010-12-04 03:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-04 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-04 03:42 pm (UTC)Did you see this, Hon?
Date: 2010-12-04 05:28 pm (UTC)Re: Did you see this, Hon?
Date: 2010-12-04 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-04 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-04 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-04 09:21 pm (UTC)I would never babysit those kids. Or let them near my cats. D:
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Date: 2010-12-04 09:24 pm (UTC)hahaha wise move.
btw pictures of Soul kitty are up and i'm nearly done with this darn story