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[Aug. 16th, 2010|03:41 am] |
Man, if I keep this up, my LJ is gonna turn into a dream journal, only ONLINE (ohmygodwhatanedgyidea)... But despite me not wanting that, I felt the intense need to write this down while it was still fresh in my memory.
I just woke up from a nightmare, you see.
Some background is needed, I think. Now, I live with my boyfriend and my friend in a small apartment, have done for a good while, over a year at least, though at first it was a different friend. Boyfriend and this friend don't really get on as flatmates though and I suppose that getting between their tension does have me stressed out a bit, especially since I desperately want to stay friends with her when she moves out but still stay on Boyfriends good side.
So it was taking me and Boyfriend a while to get to bed tonight, mostly because he was reluctant for the weekend to end and him having to go back to work, but eventually we crawled into bed and curled up.
I don't remember actually falling asleep properly but suddenly I notice music coming from the kitchen/lounge we have, or maybe it was coming from Boyfriends computer, since he plays most of his music there. I remember feeling rather frustrated and getting up to find Boyfriend sitting there, looking uncharacteristically goofy for such a late hour.
"come on, lets go to bed"
"no"
-was basically what our conversation was for a while, I tried to find the source of the music to try and shut it off as it is really late and then the TV turns on. I turn on him and quickly shut the TV off asking what the hell he's doing. Apparently he wanted us to have fun by watching TV (in reality, we never watch TV, at least not away from our computers). I'm starting to get frustrated then, and tell him off because he's gonna wake up Friend. And lo and behold, there she is, in her nightgown, looking at us all pissed off.
At this point Boyfriend vanishes as she starts telling me off for being loud. I especially remember one line clearly.
"Did all that perming of your hair make your deaf or something?" (I had a period where I really enjoyed having my hair permed)
That was it, it was time to end this party. I went into our bedroom where a lump on the bed, I assumed was Boyfriend under the covers, was. Then back out and suddenly it really was a party. I start telling people off and kicking them out and finally end up back in the bedroom and toss the covers off of Boyfriend. And for some reason, there's a child with him, I pick it up and pull the covers off further, there's a baby there as well. I ask him what the hell he's doing with two babies and he tells me he got them from this rental place.
I weigh my options then, and realize that stalking out in the street with two children on my arms, asking about a place that rents out kids would not be seen very well. But still for some reason, I hear about the location this place is supposed to be at.
Now, it felt a little like I had had a previous dream about that location, since going back there, with the kids, felt like I was going back to a place I'd already been at, but there's no real place like this.
While I was walking, the smaller child somehow got smaller and smaller until it fit into my palm. Also, the place I was walking through was like an underground tunnel, like the hallways in the parking garages in movies, and on the walls, were painted pictures of bulls. And I knew, for some reason, that behind that turn just a little further would be a bull that would attack me and try to kill me.
The smaller child feels more like a water balloon in my hand now and I turn to head down a corridor I hadn't seen before in here. It's really deep, and everything goes darker and darker the deeper I go. I stop once I reach the bottom and see a door. It's huge and rusty and it's really dark down there. But there are paintings on the walls here as well, paintings of creepy children with large eyes and they all stare at me. Even so, I walk up to the door and stop there. But as I'm about to knock it occurs to me just how silly this is. What am I going to say to the people anyway, do I want to give the babies back? So I close my eyes and force myself to wake up.
(sorry for the inconsistencies in tenses. It's almost 4am and I can't sleep again) |
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