I had an odd dream last night and for the the first time I actually remember the gist of it, though no one near completely. I think I was just reminded from seeing someone's profile I hadn't for a while, seeing as how it involved her.
It involved me, seeing my life in a complete different universe, or maybe what somehow could of been if life had taken a different direction at all, who knows.
But basically I had the same name, looked the same, but had the opposite personality, lived in australia it seemed. I was a trucker or something of the sort, and married to the woman who reminded me of all of this, with kids.
Maybe this is what happens after 36 hours of no sleep and watching an ass load of odd films in that time.
So last night I was getting shot at by a teacher at work. Don't remember why, just that he was chasing me down and shooting me.
I remember getting hit most of the time and I woke up to the image of me walking around with all these holes in me with bloody bandages over them.
Ok, I don't really remember this one that much, but what I do remember is still disturbing nonetheless.
I was back at my secondary school, killing anyone I could lay my hands on who defied me. Apparently I was laying claim to it as my territory.
I recall being able to fly, and hunting down people trying to get away through the back entrance.
Along with all that there was some sort stained glass window dedicated to me....
Don't remember this one perfectly, but I remember waking up and saying what the f*ck was that...out loud.
First up I remember I was walking around a high street, in my usual attire of shorts and t-shirt. This guy stops me, points out we're wearing the same style shorts and how nice they are.
Next thing I remember is being in a shop looking for another pair of these shorts, but end up mesmerized by this $200 pair of jeans (yes, I remember it being dollars). I'm trying to work out why the hell they cost that much.
Next on the agenda, I'm strolling around either in a park or by a river, a car pulls up, someone I know gets out (don't remember now who), and claims that loads of people are looking for me, thinking I'm suicidal and that I've taken drugs and been boozing, whilst I deny everything.
Last, but by far least, I'm in a house full of people, a roaring fire and we're all preparing a feast of...
wait for it
Snake and crocodile.
Now you know why I said what I did after waking up...
One of my oddest yet I think, but no killing at least....
K, so I was at the park with some mates. We were trying to hit this target we'd set up with fireworks.
No one had any luck so far, when this one firework goes haywire and flies all over the place. We all try and run out of the way, but it hits me, explodes and blows a hole in the seat of my shorts.
So I think to hell with this and start walking home.
On my way I see this huge bag of oranges and decide to buy the whole thing.
So I'm walking home, bag of oranges over my shoulder, hole in my shorts, funny looks from everyone I walk past (of course), and from somewhere I can here Queensryche's Silent Lucidity playing....