Things that will never happen
I have to use the bathroom, except this bathroom has a modern toilet with four buttons on it and a digital screen. As I sit there, there is also a button in front of me as well as a digital clock. There is writing but I can barely make out what it says.
I finish and I can't figure out how to flush the toilet so I push a bunch of buttons and leave. I think Stephanie, from Andersen is there. She says something, but it is forgettable Outside I see Masked and Withered. She has never been in a dream of mine before. We are friends so we greet each other as such, as conversation progresses I learn she is not married and no longer engaged. She broke it off. I then kiss her like a friend kisses another but she begins to passionately kiss me. Her tongue goes all the way in to my throat making me gag, as she does this I see colorful typing on a white wall, not in front of me, but my mind changes scene, I cant remember what it said, but I could still feel her while I was trying to read the patchwork lettering.
When things become clearer she leads me back to the bathroom, since I had been there before I know how to lock it. I do so, twisting the bolt, she kisses me again. And pushes me back into the shower against the wall. The shower is blue, it is tile built in to the wall. It looks about 8 feet long along the wall and about 4 feet deep. Against the back wall there is a bench within the shower, I notice a clear shower curtain. She moves the curtain around the stoppers and tells me I have to move my curtain too. I notice there is a second layer of curtain that wasn’t there before. I push each piece and secure them around two hooks on both sides of the shower. Somehow I end up naked, though no one took my clothes off. I turn around and she pushes me back on the shower bench. The water from the shower is flowing, though no one turned it on. I can see a blurry figure of her nude behind a stream of water. Blurry? I realize I am not wearing my glasses. When did I take off my glasses? If I am not wearing them I must have taken them off. I took them off when I went to sleep, it’s the only time I take them off. She is coming to me through the water, beautiful as ever. When I am sleeping. I must be sleeping now. Oh shit! I am dreaming. Awake...
1:45 Late for Work
I am at a camp, or college function of some sort.
I get to jump out of a plane, I have never done that before, not even in a dream. I loved it.
C is there, though I know it is her face looks like a combination of three people. C, M1, and M2. She is in the school, doing a competition down by the lake, something about building houses.
Before she went in to the competition area she was very cold to me, didn't care one way or another.
I try to get into the competition area to tell her about my jump, but I need an ID. I don't have an ID, only the one I use for work.
So I lean on the wooden fence, the horse kind not the front yard picked.
She comes out, and ignores me as she walks out and past me with her friends.
I awake very late for work.
Eyeballs 'n Goo
I am on the side of the mountain with a large group of people, most look like soldiers. The only person I know is L. We are cooking "steak burgers" (something I just had in real life two days ago), I like mine rare, it seems to be being cooked by the leader. Her's she would like well done, but I already put it on her plate for her, and it was rare. As I put it there, it fell apart. So I take the pieces and strategically place them back on the grill to cook. I check the inside of each of the pieces to see if it is still rare. I use the skew and knife and look inside my own wrist and see two eyeballs there.
At the bottom of the mountain there is a river, the area looks a lot like Mississippi. There is a fat man in a run-down steamboat that looks like it will not run. Only the shell is visible, there is no paddle or steam stacks.
Somewhere a long the line the leader tells me that my eyes have been taken out, more specifically my left one, and they are in my wrist for safe keeping. I look at my wrist, and they remind me of eyeballs 'n goo, they are just sitting in there, the cut where there were inserted is still open. I ask if there is a doctor around to give me stitches, a man says yes I am Dr. Mengele, the name I recognize instantly as the Nazi doctor of inhumane experiments.
I follow him up the mountain but I don't want him to do the stitches, I tell him I don't believe my eyes have been taken out because I can feel my left eye with my hand, and when I close my right eye I can still see. He says that those things are an illusion. I feel like I am in a prison, but have enough freedom to move around.
On our dock there was a boat, I saw a map though that there was a sister island like ours that had an identical boat, a pontoon speedboat. The Russians are trying to invade the island. They are using that identical boat to dock, our troops mobilize. I look down and the fat man is moving the steamboat out into the river to get a better view. His boat begins to sink, when he goes under water his body floats one way and his head the other. He still seems conscious however and this doesn't seem to bother him. I am still concerned about my eyeballs falling out of my wrist.
After the invasion is quelled, I go back to saying how I don't believe this is all real. I spot a bear, now I am going to prove it. I go over, looking at the bear I realize that it is made of cotton fabric, so I pull back the sleeve to reveal a woman's blouse, it is silver. I tear away the bear costume and a woman is under it. Small, blond, petite, vaguely familiar but I don't know her. She thanks me, and follows me around. She is beautiful, the physical embodiment of my desired companion.
Finally I convince Dr. Mengele that I know this is all fake. He finally gives up. Everyone the new girl, the Doctor, and myself disappear. Two aliens are the replacement, like the end of a Star Trek episode. The doctor explains it was all an illusion, I fail however to get the details, I start struggling to stay in the dream.
I speed down the mountain, things are getting fuzzier. I tell the girl from the bear suit that I like her by putting up a message on a diamond shaped street sign kept at her personal cove on the mountain, someone else puts of a sign that says they love her. She complains because it will cost her money, she was supposed to be the one to use the sign. She wonders who did it and I can't remember if I told her or not.
The dream shifts, once at the bottom I am in a convention hall. I have my arm around L she wrote a poem and it is in one of those send away poetry books, though this one is gold leaf bound and looks ancient. Dr Mengele is here as well, though he doesn't say anything. I the book up and in the front cover is a three dimantional model of the convention hall we are in, in the back cover is a model of a bar, strange I think.
I can't hold myself in it.
Awake
Underwater Breathing
I followed J into the water, we were unclothed, and there were many other people around in the same state of undress, like it was a natural thing. She felt like I remembered her, the same body, the same skin. We never dated long but became excellent friends in the years that followed. For some reason this just felt comfortable being with her.
She would pull me under water and kiss me, we would linger down there but I wasn't drowning, it had no effect on me. It was just warm and comfortable, I liked being with her and did not want to leave. This went on for a while, there was no talking and nothing more than innocence.
When we came to the top, a voice told us that some of our partners were actually wearing masks, and that we should now try to pull off the mask to see who was really underneath. I KNEW that J was actually her but I pulled anyway grabbing at her hair. And like in the Spiderman cartoons where he pulls at his mask, her face came off and underneath was another girl, it took me a minute to recognize her it was C, her hair pulled back into a bun like when she worked out. Her body had even changed and she was looking at me with disappointment.
We exited the water on to the beach. We stood facing each other. I know I kissed her, she reluctantly kissed back, and I told her how I missed her, and was glad she came back to talk to me. I told her how I thought I would never get to talk to her again. I told her how proud I was of myself for changing, for taking control of my life and for fixing all of my traits that caused us to separate in the first place. She was unconvinced. As it gets more vivid, I know I continued to try to convince her to give me another chance, she kept resisting. I struggled to stay in the dream as I could feel myself waking up. Trying to kiss her, hold her, touch her hand...
Awake...
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