Victorian eaters

Last night I was feverish and my dreams were nightmarish. I was on a road trip with quite a few people stuffed into 1 car. John David was there. Erin was there. There were a few faces I can't make out now, but one Arabic girl named Matiya who, to my knowledge, does not exist in waking life.

We had stopped by a clearing with a beautiful old Victorian house. The house was perhaps three stories tall and painted a pastel color - some faint teal. It was very beautiful and every single window had curtains so you could never see inside. It was in a clearing, but surrounded by the woods. Murky sunlight still hit the house. The house was haunted, we knew. We had heard tales of how it ate its occupants and no trace of them was ever again found. I and two others got out of the car. To take a closer look...to clear my head. I am not certain why. But when I turned around, Matiya had driven off. The three of us left looked at the disappearing car in disbelief and though we screamed at it to stop, did not attempt to run futilely after it. A police cruiser pulled up and a cop named Clarke came out.

At first she was sympathetic and gave us good advice about where to stay for the night with our friends gone. I had adamantly told her we would not be staying in the carnivorous house. She nodded and agreed and said there was a good place in town, if we wanted to catch a ride with her. I was trying to make up my mind when we heard the roar of the car and Matiya came back. Everyone pooled out of the car.

Officer Susannah Clarke (for that is her name) suddenly changed her tune. She insisted we stay in the house, that with so many people, surely nothing would happen. I began screaming at her that if we stayed overnight at the house, we would die. Everyone watched the argument and chimed in momentarily to back me up.

I woke up, feeling flushed and hot and cold. I headed to the restroom to wash off my face and to pee, feeling fuzzy-headed and sore.

Stores and more galore

Fitful night yesterday. I was in an Asian supermarket and there was this grandfather of a family we had known in Connecticut there. He asked me questions about my life, how things were going...I called him the wrong name. I kept calling him the name of my mother's friend, the ship captain. The scenery switched a lot and I went to Danny's house and then into his bedroom. It looked like his waking world bedroom, but also different. There was a black, metallic chair, which I remembered from a picture on a blog I'd been reading before I went to bed. I lay down on it and then I woke up. Strange thing is, that grandfather is dead in waking life. Died a year ago and he never really spoke much to me at all. Nice man. His wife was nice too. I am going to dismiss these dreams as nothing more than feverish concoctions because I'm coming down with a little something something.

Skip and die

Today was a return back to the nightmares. I dreamt there was a monster roaming the house who looked like Skip from Angel. He did take breaks occasionally to rest up before the next hunt. Todd from school tried to stop him by drawing him out with a mixture of milk and baked goods, all sloshed together in a bowl, but to be honest, Todd was just as scared as everyone else (there were 6 of us altogether). This monster was hidden in the closet and once I was stuck inside there, while it went on a hunt for food. I was grateful to not be the only one in the closet, while I crouched among the dried goods. But not so grateful afterwards because I did hear it eat someone; someone I am not friends with, but that does not mean anything. I woke up, confused and my body's aches told me I'd been too long in this sleeping position. So I sleepily rearranged myself and then promptly fell back into another nightmare.

The dream sizzled and changed and and a new monster came to the forefront. More subtle. I heard a knock on the front door and told Leah not to open it. She shrugged and told me it was her friend, Red Sonja, who I remember in the dream, was beautiful with long dark hair and an insolent face. I ducked back into the bedroom, not wanting to see the ensuing carnage. I heard the door slamming minutes after it had been opened and a great commotion in the kitchen. I peeked out to see the monster had not come in because Leah had managed to slam the door shut in time, but it had broken through the windows and wrapped its arms around her. To be seen was to be staked out by the monster, and so I crouched down by the cabinets, tossed a glass cup to Leah, and told her to break it in half and slice Red Sonja's arms. Leah told me impatiently that she understood. Leah is not this strong in waking life. The monster was hideous, an ugly mimic of the human form. Its hair was still dark, and its face was still insolent, but now also hideous and wicked, its arms a sickly yellow (as of milk curd) as it wrapped its long, clawed fingers around Leah.

The alarm rang and I was out of bed in a flash.

Puff of cheek

I dreamt about stroking someone's cheek and it wasn't someone I should have wanted. I can't remember any other details.

Le Samourai loves donuts

I dreamt I was vacillating between being two people - Alain Delon in Le Samourai and his wife, who turned out to be a frumpy, fat woman who loved him very much. Our little samourai was going to either kill a lot of people, or he was going to be stealing money from his boss (because the two are entirely the same level of heinous, I'm certain) and he needed his wife's help. In preparation for either being laid off or ending the world, he was stocking up on donuts in a fridge in his little "fallout/unemployment" shelter and he had himself a little kidnappee who wasn't responding very well to being held at gunpoint.

I guess I am making it sound a little funny, but it's not really because when I became his wife, I came to the door with more donuts and thought "I wish I were more beautiful, more like the kind of woman he really deserved, more gracious, more of a femme fatale." Instead, she was just this messy, overweight, and tired woman with a kind face, but nothing more than that.

I switched then to being Alain, who was coldly explaining why he was stocking up on donuts, and then he took one up and took a bite out of it and then made a face - it was one of those really thin, crispy donuts. Uhmmmm it actually wasn't really a donut - it was more of a small, loopy elephant ear.

Then a certain someone barged into the room and I woke up and saw it was morning.

The sea and we

I dreamt that my mom and dad were with me by the ocean. We were sitting in a little enclave in the ocean, made of up slanting stones, a floating couch and TV, and other bits of floating furniture and odds-and-ends. I was sitting with my mother on the stone and I was trying to cheer her up by showing her the nifty things around us. She kept telling me in a dull voice that I would fall off if I didn't sit still. Then dolphins surfaced and I pointed them out to her "Mom, two dolphins jumping together!" She paid them no mind, but her warning came true and I began to slide down into the sea. I screamed and floundered, even though I knew I could swim, because I was angry at her for letting it happen.

My father swam over and buoyed me up and helped me get to the couch, which I climbed gratefully onto and then I turned back to find my mother and she was not there anymore.

Silly dream. I would rather have nightmares or happy ones, not these strangely off-putting ones.