Something Wicked This Way Comes
By Keiti | June 5, 2007
I’m not sure what it is with me having weird dreams lately. I very rarely ever remember my dreams, much less have bad ones, but last night was the 3rd creepy dream I’ve had in the past month or so. The first was the apocalyptic dream, the second was a dream about my former bosses and the fact that they still owe me money (I had this one Tuesday, May 22nd, but didn’t blog about it).
In this most recent one, I was at a Carnival - of the Something Wicked This Way Comes variety, and radical Islam was taking over. Everything was very dusty and dry and in sepia tones. All of my friends were there and I was dating Motorcycle Mike (which is annoying, because he’s an ass and someone I don’t speak to anymore for a myriad of reasons - mostly because he’s an ass). Anyway, he had his long hair again and we were kissing. He kept turning his back to a specific person. When I asked him why he said he was hiding from J.A. (who is a real-life former girlfriend of his) who he didn’t want to see us. Right after he said that, he went over to talk to her. I went into the circus tent, the inside of which was set up like a house of horrors fun house. For some reason, I had started taking a poll of some sort of all the men, who I had handed out spiral notebooks to - I had written questions in each notebook that they had to answer. The first question was the most important, though I can’t remember exactly what the question was. I was roaming around inside the tent when everything started going crazy. These drums started beating with humming coming in correlation with the drum beats - I could feel the vibration of the drums more than I could hear them - and these zombie-type radical Muslims came out of nowhere, moving in time with the drum beats - they were moving in slow motion while everyone else around them was zipping around on fast forward. I started to run and ran into Cillian Murphy who was fighting with another guy over hiding in a particular room. I was star struck and started babbling something about having seen Scarecrow only to realize that I meant Batman Begins and clarified that to him. He came over to talk to me in normal speed while the zombies were moving in slow motion and everyone else was still in fast-forward mode trying to find places to hide from the zombies. I told Cillian Murphy about the poll I was taking of all the men and grabbed a notebook from the hands of the guy he’d been fighting with over the room. I opened it up to him and pointed out the first question, saying that the first question was the most important. The zombie guys started heading toward us, and Cillian disappeared. I was then with my mom and we were running to get away from the zombies. We made it out of the tent okay and I realized that M.M. was still missing, so I left my mom to go back inside to look for him - he was nowhere to be found. I headed back toward the entrance of the tent to get out and one of the zombie guys said something to me just as I was about ready to step outside. I turned around, purposefully gave him the finger, and said, “f&!k you!” He came after me. I fell just outside the tent entrance and the zombie guy fell on top of me and started dry humping me, at which point I woke up all sorts of freaked out.
Can’t I just have sex dreams like a normal person?
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