03-07-2007, 01:50 AM
I keep having these creepy dreams where everything around me feels like regular life, and there will be some like meaninglessly dramatic problem that I have to fix, one time, it was driving my friend to the Mexican border with Staten Island, and then crossing the border by going through the basement of a Mexican restaurant, and then coming out the other side in Namibia. I then have to drove a local car all around, and try to get to the ocean, but one by one, every entrance to the beach area is blocked off by troops, so I have to go back to Mexico and get back to Staten Island, and then I get bit by a horsefly, and I immediatly start thinking "I'm going to die. This horsefly probably has some awful African disease, and now I've got it. I keep driving, and everything seems ok, and my friend and I get back to the restaurant and go back up through the basement, except we have to dodge some Mexican gang from LA, and they have guns. Eventually, I get back to the front of the restaurant, and then I get shot in the head from behind me at point blank range, and I fall to the ground, and can feel the brain oozing out of my head, and the shot itself just feels like one good punch to the head, except with no pain.
Sometimes, everything will seem normal around me, except there's a crazy change to my hometown. One dream, my neighborhood had a newly paved and built up cove on the lower New York Bay, and there was a series of small beach sand bars where concrete pillars came up out of the sand and supported a sweet boardwalk. Then there was a clearing in the wood park by the cove, and the remains of some long defunct amusement park lie in complete building decay, and I go into the fun house, which is now a rusty spraypainted, hole ridden piece of junk, and I get up to the second level, and there are rotting bodies from over 30 years scattered about.
My dreams are weird.
Sometimes, everything will seem normal around me, except there's a crazy change to my hometown. One dream, my neighborhood had a newly paved and built up cove on the lower New York Bay, and there was a series of small beach sand bars where concrete pillars came up out of the sand and supported a sweet boardwalk. Then there was a clearing in the wood park by the cove, and the remains of some long defunct amusement park lie in complete building decay, and I go into the fun house, which is now a rusty spraypainted, hole ridden piece of junk, and I get up to the second level, and there are rotting bodies from over 30 years scattered about.
My dreams are weird.