sweetsalome: (laid out punk)
       I had a nightmare about surgery last night.  People would be taken off the streets and locked up so that regular, bored people could preform surgery along with doctors.  Sometimes.  It was horrible, they didn't do it right and there were tubes sticking out of people and blood everywhere.

I hate dreams, I went without them for so long, probably because I passed out more then I actually slept.  Now I can't sleep normally.

The worst part is that I could feel it.  I could being strapped down and cut open and they wouldn't stop, no matter how much I screamed.
sweetsalome: (Shiny)
I had a dream that I got voice mail messages from the dead.  I got one from Sherlock Holmes, Willie Mayes, and my Dad. 

Holmes reminded me to restock the morphine.
Mayes mentioned something about the big game.
Dad told me I was a disappointment.

I had another dream that I was smoking crack.  Which was - oddly relaxing - if not a little ghetto.  Collins don't smoke crack, we do cocaine like rich people are suppose to.

Dream

Aug. 22nd, 2008 07:54 pm
sweetsalome: (Sleep)
I had a dream about Hiro when I fell asleep today.  First we were in a very big school watching Tyra Banks playing a Star Wars video game (she was actually very, very good.)  While we were there it turned into something of a shopping mall and we were passing dirty notes.  While I was in the section  of clothing that was all white (and variations of that white) I was watching a girl in nothing but a pink towel look through clothes.  She was freaking stunning, great body, still wet from the shower and I was writing to Hiro about how much I'd like to invite her home with us.  She started getting very worked up, and we kept exchanging looks until it was almost like I was just telling her what I wanted to do to her, just by thinking it.

Sometime while I was doing that, Hiro appeared and told me that he was from the future (lol wut?) and that if I wanted to continue I actually had to go over there and say something to her.  I did and . .  .

The dream jumped to this series of shops in the basement of a building.  I know it, I use to go there every morning before school for hot chocolate and a bagel.  Anyway, Hiro is making Chinese food (Sorry IDK) and I am getting my nails done by this woman who seems very nice until she takes off her shoes and I see her nails.  They are inverted American flags and she tells me how every single non-white person is the devil and it's gods will to see that every single minority is wiped out.  YIKES!  That's freaking crazy talk.  And no matter how nice someone looks, that talk isn't nice.

So I let her finish my nails and leave before she can give me a tattoo (I have no idea, it was very anti-minorities too) and get out of there.  The next thing I know, crazy-I'm-going-to-kill-every-non-white-in-America starts hitting on Hiro.  Once again I do that funny trick where I talk to him through my thoughts and tell him that the only way she'd want him is. . . I dunno roasting over a fire or swinging from a tree.


Then I woke up.  I am tired again, O and what's up with getting cock blocked in a DREAM?!  Leave it to my brain to leave out the good stuff.
sweetsalome: (sun dreaming)
I had a dream that I was in a beach house with strangers, everything seemed normal, but there was something wrong. Weird things started to happen around the house, the lights kept going on and off, things would disappear and the weather outside turned cold. Someone outside started to dig under the porch and things started to get colder, in fact it started to snow. As more sand was pushed aside a body was reveled, half decayed, bloated, lips and the bottom half of the face pulled back to show off their teeth, like they were smiling.

It was like Pandora's box. Everyone could feel the evil coming off of the body. They went back inside, they went back and they wanted to leave, but they couldn't. The colder it got the more the wind picked up and from the ocean rose a monster, a Leviathan, and as it came out of the water it destroyed the house, forcing anyone left out into the cold.  The monster got the rest of them as they ran away.

Secrets that are buried rarely ever stay that way.

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