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Friday, July 28, 2006
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
no sleep
Last night I had what I believe to be the most disturbing dream I have ever experienced. Disturbing in the “did I dream that or am I waking up drenching wet in a bomb shelter bleeding from various body parts” kind of way. Let me explain:
Everyday at work I listen to NPR. Every evening when I cook dinner, clean, etc., I listen to NPR. Apparently my brain thought it fitting to create a scenario of the U.S. under fire, mass hysteria, and gruesome death. This dream was so real I could smell sulfur, my own sweat and something that resembled the smell of aged book pages.
On with the dream:
I was shopping in my local grocery store, buying soymilk for myself, and Straus Family Farms milk in a thick glass bottle for the b.f. I followed common procedure, checking dates and so forth. Anyhow, a couple comes along, discussing what type of milk would best suit their abandoned bunny rabbit. Bizarre. Another person strolls by, baby on back. She was in a rush. The dream continued in real-time. I people watched, drank a soda, and read the covers of Time and Modern Bride as I stood in line. Just as the groceries spilled from my overloaded arms, a sound so out of the ordinary forced my attention from silk bustiers and yards of peau de soie. Obvious questions like, where is that coming from? Is it a fire alarm? Did someone open the emergency exit door? These questions where answered by flashes of hideous red light bursting through the tinted grocery store windows.
We were being attacked.
The alarm carried on like a roller coaster without an end in sight. I could literally feel my stomach rise and fall with every high and low. Panic. Cars collided, babies cried. All I could do was wonder where the sound was coming from. Were speakers planted in the atmosphere by the government for such occasions? Where did these people think they were going? Should I leave my milk? What if it was just a test and we would soon hear, “This is a test of the emergency broadcast system, this is only a test.” I decided to run.
As I ran towards the door of a mammoth building, a blimp-like airplane was pelted with what resembled Mario Brother’s shark mouth bombs. Then, I went on some sort of mission. I'm not sure of the goal, but what I do remember is being harassed by military personnel. Re: drugs. Opiates to be exact. Apparently because we were at war with a country that cultivated the vast majority of the drug to the world, prescription and non prescription forms were banned. The harassment was somewhere in between a horrific beating and rape.
I woke up absolutely panicked. I felt as if I had been sobbing uncontrollably for a few hours. My body was sore and the sheets stuck to my legs like fly paper.
One thing is for sure, I'm not listening to NPR tonight before bed. Maybe just a nice game of scrabble or something.
Everyday at work I listen to NPR. Every evening when I cook dinner, clean, etc., I listen to NPR. Apparently my brain thought it fitting to create a scenario of the U.S. under fire, mass hysteria, and gruesome death. This dream was so real I could smell sulfur, my own sweat and something that resembled the smell of aged book pages.
On with the dream:
I was shopping in my local grocery store, buying soymilk for myself, and Straus Family Farms milk in a thick glass bottle for the b.f. I followed common procedure, checking dates and so forth. Anyhow, a couple comes along, discussing what type of milk would best suit their abandoned bunny rabbit. Bizarre. Another person strolls by, baby on back. She was in a rush. The dream continued in real-time. I people watched, drank a soda, and read the covers of Time and Modern Bride as I stood in line. Just as the groceries spilled from my overloaded arms, a sound so out of the ordinary forced my attention from silk bustiers and yards of peau de soie. Obvious questions like, where is that coming from? Is it a fire alarm? Did someone open the emergency exit door? These questions where answered by flashes of hideous red light bursting through the tinted grocery store windows.
We were being attacked.
The alarm carried on like a roller coaster without an end in sight. I could literally feel my stomach rise and fall with every high and low. Panic. Cars collided, babies cried. All I could do was wonder where the sound was coming from. Were speakers planted in the atmosphere by the government for such occasions? Where did these people think they were going? Should I leave my milk? What if it was just a test and we would soon hear, “This is a test of the emergency broadcast system, this is only a test.” I decided to run.
As I ran towards the door of a mammoth building, a blimp-like airplane was pelted with what resembled Mario Brother’s shark mouth bombs. Then, I went on some sort of mission. I'm not sure of the goal, but what I do remember is being harassed by military personnel. Re: drugs. Opiates to be exact. Apparently because we were at war with a country that cultivated the vast majority of the drug to the world, prescription and non prescription forms were banned. The harassment was somewhere in between a horrific beating and rape.
I woke up absolutely panicked. I felt as if I had been sobbing uncontrollably for a few hours. My body was sore and the sheets stuck to my legs like fly paper.
One thing is for sure, I'm not listening to NPR tonight before bed. Maybe just a nice game of scrabble or something.
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