Apocalyptic Dreams
By Keiti | April 23, 2007
So, this past weekend was great - S. drove down and we just existed. After lunch with his father and stepmom on Saturday, we passed out for 4 hours instead of going to see Hot Fuzz. It was really nice to decompress after the hellacious couple of weeks I’ve had.
There is more to come about that, I promise, just not quite yet.
I’ve been really tired a lot lately - a cross between my allergies and pms. I took an hour and a half nap and woke up not too long ago - which isn’t really anything extraordinary, except for the fact that I passed out deep enough to have a dream which almost never happens. What I remember is that me and my brother and our parents were living in Germany - we were all adults, so it wasn’t an “in the past” sort of dream. At any rate, my parents owned what appeared to be an old dormitory that we all lived in. We left to go out to dinner; I, for some reason, was already out and about and had leftover Chinese food that I needed to return to put in the refrigerator before I met them for dinner. There were tons of people milling around in the street and I started talking to these girls, one of whom I understood to be a lesbian - she gave me her email address with instructions to email her. There was a bus trying to drive down the cobblestone street, which was thwarted by the people in the street. It took me forever to make it back to the house and drop off the Chinese food - I was gone so long that everyone else had eaten without me and started making their way back to the dormitory. The front door was unlocked with no way to lock it, which I thought was strange, but I left and started running to meet everyone for dinner, frantic because I was late and thought for sure I was going to get yelled at. So, I run into my parents and my brother who are on their way back to the house. I mention that the house was unlocked and they didn’t seem too concerned. By this time it was dark and my parents were leaving to go somewhere so my brother and I said good by and watched them drive off. There was a loud boom. My brother and I both sort of cringed and looked out to the electrical plant where a mushroom cloud was forming only it was filled with red sparks. My brother and I looked at each other - he said something, I don’t remember what, to which I replied, “I don’t know, but that can’t be good”. We started to head toward the front door by the time the cloud hit us - the only thing I can liken it to is the videos from 9/11. I get knocked to the ground, and when I stand back up, there’s a backdraft that is threatening to drag me back toward the explosion. I fight to get in the building, and when we both get in, the downstairs is filled with all the people who had been milling around in the streets, covered in dirt and grime, and looking perplexed and scared.
I haven’t had a dream like this ever. It’s kind of creepy and unsettling.
In other news, I have decided to start putting stuff on eBay, starting with all my Pepe Le Pew collectibles. If you feel like checking out what I have to offer, or know someone who likes Pepe Le Pew, my eBay name is iamlborgia.
Extra points if you know who L. Borgia is. 
Topics: Damn Those Dreams |
August 22nd, 2007 at 4:07 pm
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