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| I'm glad I don't normally remember my dreams by Entropy Stew 08/12/2003, 8:39am PDT | ||||
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| I'm in a car. It's daytime. My psychotic old aunt is driving us down a stretch dream-mutated Pershing Road (this seems to be a recurring theme, at least the road part. I'm not sure how I know this, since I almost never remember my dreams) back towards the house I grew up in. She's supposed to be waiting for me to tell her what street to turn off at to get home - instead, she decides to just turn left at random. I start screaming at her because we're on a collision course with a chain fence and house sitting behind it. We spin out and stop.
I completely flip out at her for nearly killing us for no reason. She just sits there calmly, like the fence, and explains how the steering locked up. A remember this is the case, and that the previous driver of the vehicle had told me about it. Not that I remember who that driver was, of course. I also remember something about my mother telling me that my aunt had gotten some really good water chestnuts that were all HUGE and shit from some weird store and thinking "wow". Maybe that was why I was driving with her. Anyways, we drive around for quite awhile and end up not being able to find my house. I realize I'm dreaming and try to will myself awake. I wake up. The clock reads 9:00am - the time I had set for it to go off before I went to bed. Not sure what I do at this point, but something convinces me I'm still dreaming. Fuck. I wake up. The clock reads 7:00am. I do a hasty reality check, and am glad to find that I'm fully awake. I recall some song lyrics that had popped into my head sometime while dreaming, and fish out a pad of paper and a pen from my headboard to write them down on. Then I remember that I don't actually have a pad of paper or a pen anywhere on my headboard. I furthur realize that the song lyrics hadn't existed in any dream before, and that my subconscious just placed them into my head in order to better simulate me just having woken up. Same deal with using the 9am time in the pevious cycle. The tricky bastard! I wake up. The clock reads 6:20am. I know I've just been fucked with, so I make EXTRA sure that I'm awake; I am (really). The lyrics are still in my head, repeating. I look on the headboard, not expecting to find a paper or pens, but there's a pad of paper lying there that I had forgotten about, so my subconscious was half right. That fucker. I head to the desk, find a pen, and write the lyrics down: This isn't unique This isn't in splendor This isn't enough I feel cheated. -/ES/- |
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I'm glad I don't normally remember my dreams by 08/12/2003, 8:39am PDT  Re: I'm glad I don't normally remember my dreams by 08/13/2003, 10:22am PDT |
