Sunday, July 17, 2011
I Drowned-eded...
Fist off, let me give you the reasoning behind this particular dream.
One bright, sunny day my cousins, a family-friend, and I were all enjoying our ever-pleasant swimming pool. Jessica (who is three years my elder) and I were sitting on an unnecessarily heavy raft filled with Beanie-Baby innards, playing with Barbies 'cause my family doesn't believe in suppressing our individualism with useless gender-rolls... Just kidding. I was just spoiled and the adults let me do whatever the hell I pleased. Anyway, being my uncoordinated self, I rolled off the raft and into the water. To make a long story short, my other cousin (yes, you Jeanna) and aforementioned family-friend ignored Jessica's pleas for help because they didn't love me (mainly because I was the baby, and the adults let me do whatever the hell I pleased). My mother, all ready for work, ended up having to jump in to save my little life.
Now, to the dream.
I'm standing on a dock in front of a little row-boat. My dad is at the other end in a building, which was perhaps a bait-shop. I really don't know...
Anyway, I decided I would get into the boat without any help because I'm cool, and ended up slipping and falling into the water and drowned. I remember the sun shining through the water above and my little flailing arms and all the little bubbles. The whole nine. This is also how I remember it looking when I almost drowned in the pool.
I was three when this occurred, if I'm not mistaken.
Well, that's that.
Until next time...
P.S. I don't know why no one actually listened to Jessica's pleas; they probably thought she was joking...
...Hell, I'll stop kidding myself, they hated me! :p
One bright, sunny day my cousins, a family-friend, and I were all enjoying our ever-pleasant swimming pool. Jessica (who is three years my elder) and I were sitting on an unnecessarily heavy raft filled with Beanie-Baby innards, playing with Barbies 'cause my family doesn't believe in suppressing our individualism with useless gender-rolls... Just kidding. I was just spoiled and the adults let me do whatever the hell I pleased. Anyway, being my uncoordinated self, I rolled off the raft and into the water. To make a long story short, my other cousin (yes, you Jeanna) and aforementioned family-friend ignored Jessica's pleas for help because they didn't love me (mainly because I was the baby, and the adults let me do whatever the hell I pleased). My mother, all ready for work, ended up having to jump in to save my little life.
Now, to the dream.
I'm standing on a dock in front of a little row-boat. My dad is at the other end in a building, which was perhaps a bait-shop. I really don't know...
Anyway, I decided I would get into the boat without any help because I'm cool, and ended up slipping and falling into the water and drowned. I remember the sun shining through the water above and my little flailing arms and all the little bubbles. The whole nine. This is also how I remember it looking when I almost drowned in the pool.
I was three when this occurred, if I'm not mistaken.
Well, that's that.
Until next time...
P.S. I don't know why no one actually listened to Jessica's pleas; they probably thought she was joking...
...Hell, I'll stop kidding myself, they hated me! :p
VAMPIRES!!!!
This dream scared the flying shit out of me; I don't even know how it started.
So, I'm running through this maze of vines in a garden and a friggin vampire is chasing my ass. He had already killed my dad, and now he was after me! Zoinks Shaggy!
I, naturally, tripped and woke up. I remember waddling out into the living room after this screaming, "DADAAAAAAAA."
They asked me what was wrong, but as I was only two I couldn't calmly say with a sigh, "Well, Father, Mother, a blood-sucking monster murdered you and persisted to chase me through a rather lovely garden of vines when I tripped and he most likely drained my small body of all life, resulting in my becoming an adorable, little, vampire toddler."
So, I'm running through this maze of vines in a garden and a friggin vampire is chasing my ass. He had already killed my dad, and now he was after me! Zoinks Shaggy!
I, naturally, tripped and woke up. I remember waddling out into the living room after this screaming, "DADAAAAAAAA."
They asked me what was wrong, but as I was only two I couldn't calmly say with a sigh, "Well, Father, Mother, a blood-sucking monster murdered you and persisted to chase me through a rather lovely garden of vines when I tripped and he most likely drained my small body of all life, resulting in my becoming an adorable, little, vampire toddler."
The Break-In
Okay, so here is the first dream, guys!
This one started out interestingly. My mom and I decided we were going to sneak into my neighbors' house (a yellow one with cranky old people who hated our dogs). Mom told me she would meet me there, so I went in all by myself (see how brave I was?) and thankfully no one was home. This next part of the dream is the most vivid:
I walked up a narrow, wooden staircase much as Shaggy and Scooby-Doo would - with a lack of balls. The walls were painted sky-blue and a small window to my right was open and was draped in lace-curtains, gently swaying in the breeze. It was at this point I realized Mommy Dearest wasn't with me and I ran out of the house crying only to discover her vacuuming our pool in her work uniform. I cried and inquired where the hell she had been while her three-year-old son was breaking and entering.
She played dumb and said she had no idea what I was talking about. That bitch...
Just kidding, I love you Mom.
So that's the first one! Hope you enjoyed it... I was around three when I had this dream.
This one started out interestingly. My mom and I decided we were going to sneak into my neighbors' house (a yellow one with cranky old people who hated our dogs). Mom told me she would meet me there, so I went in all by myself (see how brave I was?) and thankfully no one was home. This next part of the dream is the most vivid:
I walked up a narrow, wooden staircase much as Shaggy and Scooby-Doo would - with a lack of balls. The walls were painted sky-blue and a small window to my right was open and was draped in lace-curtains, gently swaying in the breeze. It was at this point I realized Mommy Dearest wasn't with me and I ran out of the house crying only to discover her vacuuming our pool in her work uniform. I cried and inquired where the hell she had been while her three-year-old son was breaking and entering.
She played dumb and said she had no idea what I was talking about. That bitch...
Just kidding, I love you Mom.
So that's the first one! Hope you enjoyed it... I was around three when I had this dream.
Introduction
Well, here it is, the introduction of my blog. I refuse to go into some deep description of what this is, simply because you're either going to read these or not. Very few people will probably even care!
This blog is a record of my dreams, past and present. I figure this is a good way to not only remember my dreams, but to share them with anyone who is bored enough to read them!
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