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chochiyo_samaI don't know what is going on in my subconscious, but apparently, I have become a dealer of death--but only to those who deserve it.
I had strange dreams again last night.
My dreams are almost always strange--portentious (not to be confused with pretenscious)--elaborate.
Last night I dreamt that I was asked to meet a couple of people--relators--at the house I really really wanted to buy in Rochester. Sadly, it sold before my wreck had a chance to--and my wreck is still unsold...sigh. I will probably be stuck in it forever. Anyhow, I loved that house. It was very dated in decoration, but it had massive amounts of space. It had a huge, unfinished, but livable basement which I imagined turning into my doll and craft playroom. Sigh.
Anyhow, I was supposed to go there and drop something off. I went in, and the two of them, a man and a woman, were wandering around in the living room. It was very different in the inside. It had been redecorated in a ghastly ultra modern style with lots of metal and glass. I believe I must have some sidhe residue in me, because I hate metal. It doesn't burn me, as it does the true sidhe, but I feel uncomfortable with it.
Anyhow--I thought they had made the house ugly. Inside, though, there were two beautiful cats. One was a large pale gray tiger striped cat with a massive head and a big bushy tail. The other was smaller and nondescript. They were sitting in the wide sill of a window. I went to the cats and stroked them, especially the large male, and told them they were beautiful. I talked quite a bit with the relators. Mostly small talk. I do recall asking if they had worked on the basement yet, and the male relator said they had done quite a bit of work down there. I was hoping they would invite me to go have a look, but they didn't. I felt uncomfortable being in this house without the owner present, so I decided I would leave.
As I exited, the owner came in. He was a strange looking, big guy. I explained to him that the two relators had asked me to drop something off, then I commented that his cats were very beautiful. He just stared at me blankly. His face was totally pale, as if there was no blood in it. Also, his face had an odd texture--as if he had at one time been covered with pimples or pox of some kind and they had formed permanent scars. He had absolutely no hint of hospitality or friendliness in his aspect, so, I decided it was time for me to go.
However, when I went threw the door, instead of being back outside on the driveway where I had left my car, I was in some sort of long white hallway. I found a door that said "exit," but when I opened it, it led to a small room--smaller than an old fashioned telephone booth--that led no where. I went through another doorway which led to a stairway. I climbed it and there were people sitting at desks in the hallway. They asked me what I was doing there, and I explained that I had been asked to drop off something (it was like a small red envelope--no idea what was inside it). They said, "That surely won't make *** very happy." (They said a name, presumably that of the creepy looking owner, but I don't remember it.) I explained that ** and ** (whoever the relators were--their names have also left me, though I knew them in the dream) had asked me to stop. "Oh, I'm sure Mr. *** will be having a little chat with them," one of the people responded.
They indicated I should go in a certain direction to find my way out. I had to go down stairs again, and suddenly, I was with a young woman named Johanna. We sat down to talk to three people in a small lounge-like place. Johanna sat to my right, a quiet person who didn't speak much sat to her right. Across from us were two young women--they looked like they were in their early twenties. They were very snotty and rude.
Now, in real life, I have almost no body hair. I'm lucky to have some hair on my head. But in my dream, I had really long, dark hair on my legs. It was wiry and stood straight up, which was bizarre. In the dream, it was like that was totally normal. Didn't freak me out at all that I had so much hair (like two inches long) on my legs and arms. One of the snotty chicks tried to hand me a little yellowish blade, like a tiny curved razor blade. One of them said that if she had that much hair on her body, she'd shave it off. I said, "No thanks, I am happy with my body as it is."
However, Johanna took the little razor blade (like the blade of an exacto knife) and used it to shave a little patch of fuzz on her knee. The blade slipped and cut her, and she began to bleed. Almost immediately, she started to have breathing issues, and she was sweaty and pale and complained of feeling sick.
The two snotty girls laughed at her distress. I said, "Let me see that."
Johanna handed me the blade, and it was covered with a thick yellowish substance that I just *knew* was poison. I said to the two snotty girls, "Did you just poison her?" They just snickered nastily and sait, "Wait and see what happens."
Without even t hinking, I stepped forward and slashed narrow cuts on the knees of both of them--not deep, just deep enough to draw blood. They stopped laughing immediately and looked at each other like "Oh, shit." One of them said, "We're dead."
Poor Johanna was suffering greatly at this point, and I knew she was on the edge of death. I said, "I am so sorry, Johanna, but I have to leave." She was beyond comprehension, I think, as she didn't respond.
I went on down the hall and came to a place where people were working in hazmat suits. A big red sign hung above the area that they were working in which said, "WARNING: TOXIC MATERIALS IN USE. DO NOT ENTER." The area they were working in was filled with a yellowish smoke or steam...There was a glass encased hallway to the right of that area, and I could see garage doors at the other end. I held my breath and started walking toward the exit. I was able to make it outside, but the outdoors was completely different than it had been at the beginning of the dream--my car was no where to be seen, and there were many big earth moving machines all around, tearing up the land. I exited onto the top of a huge mound of sand. There were four or five other people with me at that moment, one of whom was Jesse B. They were laughing and remarking on the big sand box. I said, "Don't fool around. Get off this thing carefully--it could cave in and we would all be suffocated if it did."
As if that was its cue, the center of the mound started to collapse inward. I slid down the side, and I yelled up at the others to slide down too. Jesse had started to slide towards the caving in sand, and I hollered at him to crawl to the edge and slide down. He was sliding down, but I don't know if he made it or not. The other people were sliding down the other side of the pile.
No one attempted to stop or harrass me from that point on, but I didn't have a clue where my car was. I started walking down the road, but it was in the middle of no where, and I had no idea where I was.
I was nervous about those big earth moving machines. I thought, "If they decide to run me over, I am totally fucked."
Then I was awakened by my cell phone ringing. It was a 701 area code. The voice of a young man said, "This is Zeke's Pizza. I'm just pulling up front now." I said, "What?"
He repeated, "Zeke's Pizza."
I said, "Huh? One more time, please."
Then he said, "Did you order a pizza?"
I laughed and said, "Noooooo......"
He said, "I'm going to try this number again--" and hung up. He didn't call back, so I'm assuming he got the right number that time.
It took me a long time to fall back asleep, and when I did, I dreamed I was a kid, living with my aunt and uncle Jerry and Lily, who do not like me very much. There was a boy there too, but I have no idea who he was. We were eating pancakes, but there was no butter and no syrup. We were putting some sort of blueberry paste on them.
There was a cat in that dream too--a big fluffy cat who had apparently tried to take on a raccoon and had to be saved by my uncle. I remember cuddling the cat and calling it an idiot for thinking it could take on a raccoon.
Dreams are weird.
There was a lot more detail in that dream as well, but it was all pretty mundane.
Sounds like strength to me.
Date: 2009-02-01 05:50 pm (UTC)It's interesting that there were big, beautiful, fluffy cats in each dream.
Zeke's Pizza? Now that was the odd part.
I want to turn my garage in to a teddy bear display area for Muffys. I want to build boxes along one wall for little dioramas.
Re: Sounds like strength to me.
Date: 2009-02-01 05:55 pm (UTC)I got the call at 3:15 am. weird.
Who orders pizza at 3 am?
I know Zeke's was real.
Date: 2009-02-01 07:49 pm (UTC)Because who orders pizza in the middle of the night or early in the morning?
701 is an area code in North Dakota including Bismarck and Fargo. I guess you won't be ordering delivery from them any time soon. Imagine the tip.
Re: I know Zeke's was real.
Date: 2009-02-02 02:01 am (UTC)LOL.