I've been having alot of war dreams lately and strangely, they all involve my dad. Last night's wasn't quite a war dream...guerrilla warfare maybe. I was hanging out with my dad in the front yard of some house I've never seen when a bunch of men in black masks run up and start to attack the other people in the yard.

My dad grabs my hand and we run to the back yard. It was so scary and felt so real. I was crying and my dad was telling me to be quiet so I don't give up our location. He pointed to a tree and mouthed the words "climb it." So I climbed that tree faster than I've climbed a tree before and he followed.

We sat in the tree and gave eachother shrugs and sad looks until I woke up.

nooooooooo!!

I was a vampire. I was consumed with guilty feelings for eating innocent people, including friends and family members. But I was hungry. I killed mercilessly when the opportunity arose because I had to. Then I felt horrible about it later and hid. I was a loner. But I still had a boyfriend and spent a lot of time at his house. Since we never really go out during the day, it was convenient, so we spent most of our time hibernating in the dark of our bedrooms. I hissed at him when he tried to remove the sheet of duct tape I had placed over his bedroom window. His roommate was really worried about him. He eyed me suspiciously every time I came over.

Once he asked, "Why do you guys always eat dinner at midnight?" looking straight at me.

Then during one of my hunts for blood, I was caught--by Carey, my boyfriend's roommate. He saw me in an alley between some stores on 9th St. on a loud Saturday night, violently sucking the blood from the neck of an intoxicated homeless man. When I saw Carey, looking silently at me in disgust, I dropped the corpse on the ground and wiped the blood off my mouth. I was frightened. I hissed at him and covered my face. I shouted at him not to look at me. He just stood there. I pleaded with him not to tell Brice. Then he started laughing.

He threw me against the brick side of a building and bellowed, "I knew you were after Brice's blood! I knew you were the same thing I am--well, I'm not going to let you kill him!" I was dumbfounded.

"What do you mean, what you are?"

He said, "I shouldn't need to tell you that all vampires can sense their own kind. Stay there."

Then he walked to the end of the alley, into the street and was gone for what seemed half an hour. He came back with a drunk girl in heels clinging to his shoulder. They were laughing like they'd just seen the funniest thing. She was scantily clad and had bleach blonde hair with dark roots. He walked toward me with her and clasped her by the shoulders. "Watch this," he mouthed. Then he bared his fangs and sunk them into her neck. Her expression changed in a split second from drunk and happy to terrified and shocked. She screamed and tried to run but he threw her down and devoured the artery in her neck, sucking every last drop of blood from her. He picked up her corpse and that of the homeless man and threw them effortlessly into a dumpster.

From then on, it was a constant battle between Carey and I for Brice's company. We both suspected the other of wanting to drink his blood and tried to protect him from the other. One night in a park I offered him a victim and tried to make peace with him, suggesting that we make a pact to protect Brice from other vampires and ourselves, and simply leave him when the urge came to feed. He angrily sucked all the blood from the girl and said "no deal." Then we proceeded to fist fight, throwing eachother threw the air at great distances.

"Bitch, when I catch you, I'm going to chain you to this tree and you'll explode when the sun comes up!" I remember him shouting.

Then the end of the nightmare came...I was in Brice's room making out with him. Carey barged in and said "Dude, let's go to the game store NOW." Brice laughed and said, "Um, I'm kinda busy." Carey stormed over and yelled "NO! You have to stay away from her! She's trying to kill you!" Then he grabbed me by the hair and threw me off of him. I slapped him across the face and we started fighting. Brice was shouting and trying to separate us, but we had become so angry we turned into vampires and started levitating. Brice was freaked out. He tried to run out of his room but Carey grabbed him. "Me or her, dude. You have to decide who dies."

Brice smacked at his arms and yelled "Get off me, I don't want to see either of you again! You can both die, you freaks!" I lunged at him, told him I loved him, then sunk my fangs into his neck. "NOOOOO!!! I wanted to turn him into a vampire!" Carey screamed. He ran over and finished the last of the blood, then cut his wrist and brought it to Brice's mouth.

I screamed "NooooooO!! What have I done?!" I told Carey he'd burn for turning Brice into one of the cursed. Then I kicked him in the head and ran out of the room, intent on being outside when the sun rose and killing myself.


hahahhahaahaaaaaaa

I'd kill the bastard.

One of the most horrifying nightmares I've ever had.

I was pregnant. And I didn't even notice it until Brice pointed it out. He did it so non-chalantly. "Look, you're three months pregnant." I look down. My stomach is swollen and I'm in such disbelief that I know it could only be a nightmare. But it seems so realistic. I scream. "AAAAAARHHHHGGGGG!!"

Crying. Worrying. Pacing around wondering what I'm going to do. Everyone else acting normal, like it's not a big deal I have a fucking human in my stomach. My life is over. I wonder how to kill it. How to kill myself. I run to Brice and scream, "I have to do something!" he pats me on the back and tells me there's nothing we can do about it, that we'll just have to be parents. "Too late for an abortion," he says, "we'll just keep it at my parents house while we're at work and school." Nooooooooo!!

I slap his chest and cry and scream as he tries to calm me down. I want to die. I can't handle a kid. I can barely take care of myself. I get angry that Brice and Ali and Carrie continue to sit in the dining room and play cards as I cry and grow more and more suicidal. I tell them I'm leaving to die somewhere. They say, "No, don't do that. You'll kill that baby. Sit down and chill out." No one looks up from the card game.

I was never so relieved to wake up as I was that morning.

the last squirrel on earth

I was standing under a huge old tree in the middle of a field. It was near dusk and I couldn't see any sign of civilization anywhere around me. I started getting scared and sat down against the tree to contemplate how I would get home, wherever that was...

I didn't know what to think so I decided to just get up and start walking out into the field. As soon as I stood up, a bunch of dogs and squirrels fell out of the tree and landed all around me. I freaked out...I didn't realize they were even up there. Until then I had felt like the only person on earth, so I was happy to see the cute little animals. But the squirrels ran away and the dogs started growling at me and barking. Then they chased after the squirrels.

I started running the opposite direction of the animals into the field. I ran and ran for what seemed like hours looking for a house or a phone...but I never found one. I was still running when I awoke from the dream.

space girl kicks another one

But at least this time it happened in a dream. I was walking across that busy intersection by domino's to go to class (a very dangerous and possibly lethal pedestrian act) and I kicked something. It clattered over the pavement and came to a stop. I looked down and saw it was a big, blood-covered bone. What animal it came from I know not. But I stopped and stared at it for a while and started crying. I was scared it might have been a human bone, from some idiot trying to walk to class, possibly hit and killed by a rich kid in his or her brand new bmw, some stupid pop song blaring all the while. I was scared. I was also feeling sad for the animal (if that's what it was) and frustrated with myself that I don't pay enough attention. Sad dream. Boo.

car pusher

My car died and some guys pulled up alongside of me and started laughing at me. They said, "You'll just have to push it home." I started pushing it and it was going pretty fast. It passed their car. "Well, a Honda may beat a Ford, but a Toyota beats a Honda" someone said, and the guys got into a Toyota and started racing me. I was like "Fuck off! You don't race a car that is broken down, ass!" But I somehow passed them. I pushed my little Honda past a stoplight that was miraculously green at the right time and down a hilly road. It gained so much speed going down the hill I lost it. I was so freaked out, thinking it would run into something and I'd never see it again. But it stopped at the bottom of the hill and I ran down and started pushing it back up. It was hard work. I was sweating and grunting. Then I woke up.

the ominous moldy hair strikes again

I went to sleep with my wet hair wrapped in a towel. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered why hair doesn't mildew like other damp things in dark places. Then my hair mildewed.

I woke up and looked in the mirror to see moldy green hair all over my head. And it smelled really bad. It looked like I had big dreadlocks made out of green fungus. I tried washing it but it wouldn't come out. I called my mom crying and she said "Oh honey, how many times have I told you not to go to sleep with wet hair? It'll go away, just give it time." Later in the dream, my head started hurting so I went to see a doctor. He said, "Oh, this is not good" and took a sample of the moldy hair and then left the room. I sat in the exam room for quite some time. The doctor came back in with a really worried look on his face. He told me the mold on my hair had seeped into my scalp and parts of my brain were molding and that was why my head hurt. He cried when he told me he was sorry but I didn't have much longer to live. He said only one case of this disease had been documented. The next thing I knew there were people taking pictures of me and scientists and doctors asking me questions. They said they were going to put my case in medical textbooks. I made the front page of a newspaper. I felt like an alien. Weeeeird!

ewww, creepy!

I had a pretty disturbing dream last night...pretty appropriate for Halloween, eh?

I was a prostitute! I was in some room, having sex with a professor of mine! A really creepy, scary looking professor, he taught my mythology class last semester. The guy is weird looking...he resembles a fly. He wore nothing but black and he had a bald head and huge glasses and scary teeth....not to mention a bitter hatred for most of humankind. We were in the dark and I had a veil over my face...he didn't know who I was.

Anyway, our session is interrupted by a police officer and he says we're both under arrest...me for selling my body and he for having sex with a minor (I guess I was younger in the dream). We go into some interrogation room and the cop takes the veil off my face. The professor is shocked to see that it's me, one of his better students. I kind of glance at him and say, "Hii..." He has a strange smirk on his face and keeps forcing me to look at him, piercing me with his eyes...as if to ask why I would be a prostitute..I guess he thought I was better than that.

I didn't feel that embarassed though, strangely enough. My professor and I talked about how silly the law is. I told the cop I had to do what I had to do to make money. He brought a priest into the room, who admonished us both for our sinful actions. He gave a really long and drawn out speech which told us we were going to burn in hell unless god took mercy on our wretched souls...it was very puritan. The prof and I just kept exchanging glances of "wow, this guy is an ass". It was apparent neither of us believed in heaven or hell.

Don't remember much else. All I can say is ewww. Usually when I have sex dreams, it's with someone I'm attracted to, not a creepy professor who's old enough to be my father.

*Shudders*

i'm deranged

Am I demented? Why why why why did I have a dream about people cooking puppies? I almost cried and threw up when I woke up. There was really no plot in the dream (but is there really a plot in any dream?). I mean, not much happened. I was just hanging out with some people (couldn't tell who they were) at some house (never seen it before). We were watching t.v. and there were two dogs hanging out with us. One was a bigger, older dog and the other was a cute little golden retriever puppy. I kept petting them and cuddling with them. Then the guy I was hanging out with called them into the kitchen. I went into the kitchen and looked in the skillet on the stove and saw two masses of meat frying--one puppy-sized and one a little bigger. I looked at the guy and screamed "WHYYYYY?!!!" And he was like "We have no other choice, Lissa. I'm sorry". Apparently we were in the middle of some economic depression. But eating puppies? Noooo! Why did I dream that? I love puppies. I love all tiny animals. Then the weirdest part of the dream happened. I went back in the living room and saw the dogs running around again.

Hmmph...

hang the witch

I was in this town hall type place and there were rows of people sitting and watching a trial of some sort. The woman at the front of the room said, "The jury finds the defendant guilty. The penalty is death. Hanging is scheduled for tomorrow at nine a.m."

I found out later that the woman judge who announced that the man would be hung was also the man's girlfriend. Along with everyone else in the town I watched the guards put a noose around the man's neck and the judge stood there crying, looking at the man and saying, "I'm sorry."

Later in the dream, I found myself in jail. Then I found myself at a trial, just like the one I had watched. It was decided that I was to be hanged. I didn't know what I was guilty of. I kept crying and asking everyone what I did wrong.

The next day I stood in front of all the townspeople, trying to brace myself for death. The guard asked me if I had any last words and I said "I don't wanna die!" I was crying my eyes out. I was incredibly scared. I kept asking them what I did wrong and telling them I didn't want to die. The judge looked at me and said, "I know. No one does. I'm sorry."

So the guards put the noose around my neck and kicked the chair I was standing on from under me. Everyone left the room and I was just hanging there, waiting to die. Then I realized I could still breathe and it would be easy to get out of the noose. So I made sure no one was watching from the next room and struggled out of the rope. Then I snuck quietly out of the front doors of the town hall. I had escaped death. I ran far away from the place and somehow found my car and got in it.

I was constantly paranoid that the cops would find me and hang me again, with better results than last time. So I put duct tape over my license plate so no one could see the numbers. And I dyed my hair blonde and wore huge sunglasses everywhere I went. The last part of the dream I remember is seeing my mom in some coffee shop. She hugged me and said, "I thought you were dead." We were both crying. Then we noticed there was a cop a few tables away from us and he looked right at me. Then I woke up.

It's kind of like the short story by Stephen Crane called Occurence at Owl Creek Bridge. And the Twilight Zone episode of the same name. But different ending of course.