More dreamin'
We all know I have some crazyass dreams. I wasn't going to write these ones down, b/c they've been less epic and more WTF, but I've been having so many I figured I might as well. There are three.
#1 Suppressed rage and resentment
This one happened during our Reno snow trip, triggered by excess caffeine. My drug of choice.
Lucid setup: We were at the buffet and the guy comes around and asks if we want coffee. I get one. Then I go around and find they have slushees that are 500x too sweet, someone dares me to put it in my coffee, I do and it actually tastes better. I down the whole thing. 1 regular coffee, probably 200 grams of sugar. >.> Fastforward 8 hours or so into the middle of the night.
Dream: I go downstairs in my house and look at the pond we have outside. We regularly have to fill it and I regularly check it to make sure the water level isn't too low, resulting in the pump sucking dry and potentially ruining the pump. In fact, my dad had turned on the water, and the pond is starting to overflow. But instead of flooding the garden, it's creating an overflow bubble that's doming over the pond (Kind of like the Blitzball sphere in FFX, but bisected and much smaller. This is how I know it's a caffeine-induced dream, b/c of weird trip-tastic imagery)
I dash outside and turn off the hose and peer into the pond where these giant fish that look like coral are swimming. I know that's odd, but apparently not THAT odd. I go inside the house and berate my dad, "You flooded the pond! The fish could've died!!"*
*Tangent: This is a true issue. One time when we were on vacation, my grandfather was charged with keeping the pond filled. Instead of filling it all at once, he let the hose slow drip into the pond. Except, when you slow drip like that, it changes the pH/introduces way too much chlorine into the water and killed all our fish. It scared the hell out of the neighbor who was feeding the cat, b/c the fish disappeared all of a sudden and WHAT IF THE CAT WAS NEXT, on HIS WATCH?! Either my grandfather chucked the evidence over the fence or he buried them. Somewhere that we have yet to find. >.>
My dad shook his head, "That was the point. Three have already died, I'm trying to get two more to die so I can bring them back to Connies** for a refund. If five die, then it proves they were a defective batch and I can get the ones I really want."
**Connies is the fish place my dad buys all his fish in CV.
I was horrified because I can't abide by cruelty to animals, and I was shocked that my dad would do something so insane because he's also an animal lover, though he doesn't talk about his feelings.
I storm off.
I think something else happened at this point, but I can't remember. Either way, at some point the rest of the fish must've died off and so my dad goes and gets what he wants. They turn out to be mini octopi. Roughly the size of the octopi you see on a stick in Japan, but not made out of hotdog and very real looking (suckers and creepy movement and squishy and everything).
My dad's keeping them in a water glass. There are perhaps 5 of them all piled on top of each other in the bottom, and I start freaking out. "DAD! You can't just LEAVE them in there!" The octopi are now crawling over each other and reaching their tentacles to grasp the edge of the cup and hoist themselves up and out.
Dad: "The pond's not ready for them yet."
Me: "At least put them in another bowl or SOMETHING!"
The cup tips over and I grab it and somehow get the octopi to drop back in the glass. I think I pour more water over them and they slide back in. At this point, I'm freaking out because I've just changed the pH of the water in the glass and I'm pretty sure I've just started killing them.
Dad: ::ignore::
So of course, I put the cup in another bowl and fill it, but I have no idea where the pH solution is, and even if I did, I don't know what pH the water needs to be at for octopi, and either way the octopi are now halfway out of the glass and into the bowl and are making their way out of the bowl as well.
Me: "DAD. HELP ME. FIGURE SOMETHING OUT."
My mom comes out of nowhere, and says, "Honey, just calm down."
Me: "NO! I WON'T! The octopi are going to DIE and ANYWAY, I'M STILL MAD ABOUT THE CARPET! I hate the hardwood floor and the limestone is FREEZING and FRED hates it--" at this point, I start pointing at various things around the house. "AND THAT'S FUGLY. AND *THAT'S* FUGLY. AND THAT TOO!"
..................And then I guess my arm must have physically tried to point at something because I jerk awake with a grunt and am totally frazzled. And I have 4 more hours until someone else in the timeshare wakes up. -_-
The pond thing is easy because while I was home, I filled the pond like 5 times and was trying to figure out how the pump hasn't burned out while I haven't been home because it seems like NO ONE ELSE noticed. The coral fish and octopus thing I have NO IDEA where it came from. Me freaking out at my mom was pretty easy to figure out where it came from. She's taken almost all of the green carpet, my dad and my dog have slipped twice each on the hardwood floor on the stairs, and the house is cold as **** because of all the wood/granite/limestone/etc. The house is gorgeous, but I'm honestly not a fan of living there. (Also, because if you drop something on the limestone floor in the kitchen, it almost inevitably etches the floor a little, and my mom FLIPS THE F*** OUT when you do. And if you've ever seen me cook or bake, you know that dropping things is a natural law.
#2 The epitome of narcolepsy
Setup: This one was a combination of excessive amounts of green chai tea before bed and a bit of "I need to be up at 8am for the first time in weeks" stress. This one's much shorter/less interesting/less angry than the one before, but still weird as hell.
There is this bridge that I dream about every once in awhile. It's really long, and in theory it goes to San Francisco (I generally feel the big city it attaches to is SF, sometimes it's not), but it's not a real bridge. The road starts at my house, in an exaggerated canyon area reminiscent of where I live, then leads to a long flat road that goes through grasslands, then transitions into this bridge, which is like 10 miles long. Sometimes I drive along the road, sometimes it's just the bridge, sometimes things look different (more realistic or less) but I've come to realize it's all part of the same highway.
Two of my most vivid dreams that include this highway include a giant river dam that the bridge connects and runs next to, and the dam has a toll. I can't remember the events of the dreams right now, but I remember they were epic, and I can still clearly see/describe the river dam. Anyway, the setting this time didn't include the dam, just the grassland and bridge portion of the highway.
Dream: I was driving along the grassland part of the highway, though this time it looked a little closer to 580. It's night time, I was heading somewhere, and I needed to be there by a certain time, but I was just so effing tired. I nod off a couple of times, but manage to wake up and keep going. At this time, I'm SO TIRED it's extremely difficult to keep my eyes open. I mean, I felt SO TIRED, so I decide I can close my eyes for a second.
It isn't a second, and I jerk awake, knowing I had let myself actually fall asleep behind the wheel, and adrenaline is pumping through me as I'm scared as hell that I might've killed someone or caused an accident. I look down at my speedometer and it's pushing 200mph. I pull my foot off the gas, and my car quickly slows down. Luckily, it's at night and there are no cars around.
However, just as my car drops to 65-70 range (in a matter of SECONDS) a cop car speeds onto the highway from an on ramp. I freak out for a second, thinking that he had timed it to get behind me because aerial radar had spotted me going 200, but the cop keeps going. I sigh in relief because I know I've dodged a major bullet.
At this point, I hit the bridge and I'm on the "home stretch."
I look around and realize that I'm on "That bridge" and realize, "Wait, what the hell, I'm dreaming. That means I can ACTUALLY go to sleep and I don't have to stay awake."
So I go to sleep.
....................This one really tripped me out because I honest-to-God felt SO TIRED in my dream. Like, cannot physically keep my eyelids open for another second weary. And the terror of falling asleep behind the wheel and the potential that I could have killed someone felt SO REAL.
And y'know, there's the fact that I was having NARCOLEPTIC ATTACKS *WHILE* I was SLEEPING. How's that for weird.
#3
Dammit! I had a third dream this week that was short but vivid, and I had it vaguely in my head while I was writing this post, but now that I spent so much time on the first two, it's completely escaped me. Booo.
Oh well. Maybe it'll come back later.