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Weird dreams last night

I dreamed that I was driving somewhere with someone I knew in the dreamworld but didn't know in real life. Whoever it was, was a Satanist though (Baphomet ring, and kept saying things like "Hail Satan!") And I was having a hard time driving because my eyes kept drooping (a common theme in my dreams) until his two cats got loose and one got on the dashboard. I told him to keep them out from underfoot. (It's possible by this description that my brain was attempting to give me consortofvenus but was failing in key ways such as physical appearance.) We ended up driving to what turned out to be where Mom and Dad were living, but not their house in Creston - it was the "orange house" we lived in at Shenandoah Iowa, complete with crappy old garage not suitable for putting one's car into. But I put the car I was driving into it anyway, in the dream. Dad was in the dream, but I didn't see Mom. And there was evidence that Tara was there somewhere, too.

I also dreamed that I had, for some reason, done elementary school, middle school, and high school all over again, and I was 2 years away from graduating again when I decided to drop out. And this wasn't like a redo of my life kind of thing, it was plain I'd gone through school once before in the dreamworld and for whatever crazy reason was doing it all over again.

I had a bunch of other odd dreams, too, none of which I remember.


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Aug. 12th, 2009 12:43 am (UTC)
I once had a dream about fighting a group of Verematazri (who are aliens that could pass the Grotesque Gallery in flying colors) with David Wren, who is a kind of Cosmic Horror Hive-Mind colonial organism guy. The most disturbing part was when Wren split into hundreds of little crablike organisms as he slammed his fist down one of the aliens' throats, and he ate the alien out from the inside, causing an epic scream.

The freakiest dream I've ever had involved a bit from my childhood where I'm running as the Wind-Runner when I see someone crumpled down and hurt, crying. I go to help the child and a porcelainesque Xeltrigan face looks at me and then the face turns into a figure that would do well in a H'ven Varnoi novel and it starts grabbing at me, tearing my flesh, and I smell my flesh cooking from acidic blood. All the while it was chanting a rhyme that in human culture would be "Suffer, suffer all who enter for the nightmare has found its center."

Revcel H'vat H'vorxixnon.
Aug. 12th, 2009 01:11 am (UTC)
Your dreams win the weirdness award of the century. Nothing I've dreamed could ever compete with that.

Edited at 2009-08-12 01:12 am (UTC)
Aug. 12th, 2009 01:53 am (UTC)
Not an award I wanted to win.

Aug. 12th, 2009 01:59 am (UTC)
Who does?
Aug. 12th, 2009 12:18 pm (UTC)
Aug. 12th, 2009 12:28 pm (UTC)
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