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Sep. 7th, 2005 07:30 am... strangeass dream last night. May write about this one.
I was in school (high school? college?) trying to sort out my schedule and I was accidentally in the wrong class. There were a couple of us. As we were leaving a friend of mine asked some questions of one kid in a red hoodie in the back for a survey. He gave some answers that were... off. And grinned. And later on we find the kid who was sitting in front of him either traumatized or dead, I can't remember which. Kid couldn't have been more than 10, 12 years old. I start going for my evening jog. Wind up in front of the kid's house. I'm... jumping. Really high, like, partly to jump over cars so I won't be seen (there aren't many cars) and partially... it's like walking on the moon. I wind up landing just as the kid and his family pull up, crouch down in the dirt... lay down just so I won't be seen. They see me anyway. I pretend to have fallen while running, the mother takes the kid inside. The father -- who's actually quite handsome -- talks to me. He knows I didn't fall. I tell him I think his kid's psychotic. He agrees. We talk for a bit. Nothing.. friendly, but nothing unfriendly either. I tell him his kid's out of control, to get him help. He agrees that the kid's out of control, just smiles when I tell him to get the kid help. He turns to go in. As he's going in I tell him at least the kid comes by it honestly. He turns and just smiles at me. Creepy. Sexy, but creepy.
THEN, as I'm walking away (through/over a bridge and .. water-garden walkway? of frogs, underwater bunnies, and alligators. yeah.) the kid comes screaming out of nowhere at me. I dodge. He's firing some kind of tube-gun at me, makeshift. He doesn't like me ruining his perfect family, exposing him. He's gone completely nuts. I manage to dodge most of the shots, one creases above/along my forehead. The father comes out yelling (and I think he's yelling 'Billy, no!' which adds a whole other element of creepy) and we finally catch and subdue the kid... afterthe father gets a finger and a thumb shot off.
Now, here's some more wacky part. First, the father has an army lieutenant? (he is a lieutenant, but when I find the guy I ask him if he came by it through fair means or foul) with no legs in his front yard across the driveway. At first I think it's a dead body, but the father fiddles with it, takes a nameplate off his chest or something, and the guy opens his eyes. Hazel-green. Then the father asks me if I can fix his hand, like it's perfectly normal. And I, treating it as perfetly normal, sing a couple of notes. One note while looking at the father, and his digits grow back. The other while looking at the son, who still looks as thoguh he wants to kill me, but he calms. It turns out the father's been taking the boy to this kind of therapy and while it doesn't help much, it does help. He and I discuss methods of dealing with the kid while I'm slowly waking up. He also tells me I'm beautiful. He's flirting with me while I'm waking up.
And this after the weird dream about cruising a mall and being almost successfully asked out/hit on... by a rather cute young man. What's up with this?
I was in school (high school? college?) trying to sort out my schedule and I was accidentally in the wrong class. There were a couple of us. As we were leaving a friend of mine asked some questions of one kid in a red hoodie in the back for a survey. He gave some answers that were... off. And grinned. And later on we find the kid who was sitting in front of him either traumatized or dead, I can't remember which. Kid couldn't have been more than 10, 12 years old. I start going for my evening jog. Wind up in front of the kid's house. I'm... jumping. Really high, like, partly to jump over cars so I won't be seen (there aren't many cars) and partially... it's like walking on the moon. I wind up landing just as the kid and his family pull up, crouch down in the dirt... lay down just so I won't be seen. They see me anyway. I pretend to have fallen while running, the mother takes the kid inside. The father -- who's actually quite handsome -- talks to me. He knows I didn't fall. I tell him I think his kid's psychotic. He agrees. We talk for a bit. Nothing.. friendly, but nothing unfriendly either. I tell him his kid's out of control, to get him help. He agrees that the kid's out of control, just smiles when I tell him to get the kid help. He turns to go in. As he's going in I tell him at least the kid comes by it honestly. He turns and just smiles at me. Creepy. Sexy, but creepy.
THEN, as I'm walking away (through/over a bridge and .. water-garden walkway? of frogs, underwater bunnies, and alligators. yeah.) the kid comes screaming out of nowhere at me. I dodge. He's firing some kind of tube-gun at me, makeshift. He doesn't like me ruining his perfect family, exposing him. He's gone completely nuts. I manage to dodge most of the shots, one creases above/along my forehead. The father comes out yelling (and I think he's yelling 'Billy, no!' which adds a whole other element of creepy) and we finally catch and subdue the kid... afterthe father gets a finger and a thumb shot off.
Now, here's some more wacky part. First, the father has an army lieutenant? (he is a lieutenant, but when I find the guy I ask him if he came by it through fair means or foul) with no legs in his front yard across the driveway. At first I think it's a dead body, but the father fiddles with it, takes a nameplate off his chest or something, and the guy opens his eyes. Hazel-green. Then the father asks me if I can fix his hand, like it's perfectly normal. And I, treating it as perfetly normal, sing a couple of notes. One note while looking at the father, and his digits grow back. The other while looking at the son, who still looks as thoguh he wants to kill me, but he calms. It turns out the father's been taking the boy to this kind of therapy and while it doesn't help much, it does help. He and I discuss methods of dealing with the kid while I'm slowly waking up. He also tells me I'm beautiful. He's flirting with me while I'm waking up.
And this after the weird dream about cruising a mall and being almost successfully asked out/hit on... by a rather cute young man. What's up with this?