Dream:

 

A girl was in a school run by nuns. She had killed another girl there or that was the story anyway. The girl who was murdered had been dead for a little while, at least a few months.

The girl who was thought to be her murderer was hiding in the school. 

She goes up a staircase and finds a flyer directed to her saying awful things about how she's a murderer, she rips it off the wall and then goes to hide in the attic under a bunch of stuff.

 

Two nuns come up and search through the stuff looking for her, find her, one of them chains her feet together.

 

Suddenly Cillian Murphy shows up and is talking to the girl and they end up kissing and he helps her escape by bringing her a rope to climb down the outside of the building.

 

She climbs down and is running off when she sees a girl (played by Sarah Ramos in my dream, who I had to google just now because I only recognize her from the show Parenthood and don't know anything about her) who she sold her black pickup truck to before she went into hiding. 

 

The girl tells her "I slept in the truck." and she seems distraught. The girl who is running says "In the swamp?" and sees that the truck is ruined and smoking.

 

The girl who slept in the truck starts walking after the accused murderer talking to her, and then suddenly she looks down and says "Oh, look at this...it's..." and names off three or four people who apparently had been murdered and hidden in the swamp.

She says "Imagine that, the people I love the most and wanted close to me have been here this whole time." 

 

So I assume that was why she was distraught and acting crazy, sleeping in the swamp and not freaking the fuck out when she found the bodies or anything. Maybe she was in shock.

 

 

The girl who is accused of murder thinks about that and realizes that the search team when they realize she's missing will start looking for her as far away as she could have gotten, realizes she should hide closer to the school and starts climbing a tree in the swamp.

 

Then I woke up.

 

 

The other day in waking life Jeremy and I got into a huge disagreement where I bawled for a million years and then we didn't really talk for two days, then he apologized and all was well in the world. Except for in my subconscious, because after he apologized I dreamt that he broke up with me. 

In the dream he told me he wasn't in love with me, and he told it to me in a very casual way, and then we were basically over.

 

I think this was my subconscious being like oh that's cool that he apologized, but remember how you felt when you were disagreeing. Because I seriously felt like he'd just leave me on the slightest whim.

 

 

 

Then last night I dreamt that I was talking to Mona for the first time in years, and she was hanging out with a bunch of trashy people and she was on parole, and she was painting some art for her animals to look at. It was weird. Our conversation was sad and awkward and nostalgic. 

I felt sad about where her life had taken her and the fact that we felt like strangers. 

 

 

Oh, and also sometime after Jeremy and I had our disagreement I ended up dreaming that I was being stalked / about to be attacked by a group of tigers.

I feel like I have a lot of tigers in my dreams lately but I could be wrong I guess.

 

Dreams.

 

First I dreamed that I was pregant. And I was absofuckinglutely terrified. And apparently Jeremy and I had talked and decided to keep it, then later in the pregnancy I'm standing there talking to a woman I know who is also pregnant and she says "Congratulations!" and I tell her I'm not sure if I'm at all excited about it, "but that ship has sailed." meaning it's too late for me to do anything other than have this baby.

 

Holy fuck that dream was so fucking scary. 

 

 

Then I had another dream. This dream started out relatively normal I guess. Then it went insane.

 

First, I'm viewing the dream like I'm not a part of it. It's a city. It's devoid of traffic which I don't really think much of. Then there is a person who goes into a shop that has huge sculptures of diamonds. This person for some reason actually believes that the huge diamonds are real, and decides to steal one. I think the thief is a woman, but I can't remember now. She grabs a huge sculpture of a diamond ring that has a white porcelain-looking band that's shaped more like a donut than a ring, and she walks out of the store.

Then she's walking away trying to avoid the shop owner / artist who is also a woman.

Then she goes into another building and shoves the sculpture into her bra. 

There are other people in this building and some kind of alarm has been sounded but there isn't an actual alarm going off, it's just everyone in the building is telling everyone else to find a room to stay put in. 

The thief takes advantage of this and moves through relatively easily and gets to the roof. There are two adults and a bunch of children on the roof. Suddenly the thief realizes that the corners of the roof slope down as though they've been weathered and haven't been maintained. One of the adults is a man and he looks like Nicolas Cage but in the dream I did not think "Oh, that's Nicolas Cage."

Anyway, Nicolas Cage look-alike is telling the other adult how terrible it is that the roof is sloping, and why can't we keep our children safe in this world, blah blah. The other adult is a woman and she's just like, well, this is how the world is. 

And then one of the children starts playing around near the corner of the roof and the stairs leading back down, and Nic Cage is super frustrated and upset because it's really dangerous and the kid is basically making fun of him for wanting them to be safe.

 

Then I'm on the street in the city, and I don't think I'm seeing it from anyone else's viewpoint anymore. 

I see a couple of people walking and they look really scary, all pierced and tattooed and dressed crazy and they just have really scary facial expressions.

I start walking toward them because there are no other people on the streets and I want to know why, 

and suddenly they're like "Get in there!" and we're trying to get in a doorway that's only a few feet away from us and there's this huge black guy coming toward them sort of just slowly walking but he's huge and makes huge strides and he's purposeful and it's creepy. 

I somehow get in the building and the guy kills one of the people who are right outside the door, then goes off somewhere, and the other person outside the door is crying because their friend is dead.

 

Then there's a person inside the building, some guy, who tells me "Come back here, come on." and we climb up onto these rickety fucking slats that are laid across a room a few feet down from the ceiling, and this puts us pretty much at fucking eye level with crazy terminator guy, only he's still outside. 

And I was like "How is this safe?"

and he says "As long as you don't move at all he won't get you."

 

And I said something like well it would be easier not to move if you had a safer place to hide, and I climb up higher and realize there's a loft area of this building that's mostly just beams covered in pallets but I know you could put more material down and make it into a proper floor and since you have to climb to get up there it has to be safer.

He says it's a good idea and a bunch of other young people show up because this is like their base, and they agree it's a good idea and we're walking around,

then I open a door on one side of the roof and realize it leads to a greenhouse with a tile floor and a bunch of plants, and there's a guy laying on the floor. The young people don't seem too surprised to see him although he's clearly been laying there a while and one of them gives him water. He doesn't say anything.

Somehow in the dream I know he ends up becoming Bishop from Aliens later on in his life, which makes no sense, but I knew that when I looked at him.

The reason he was laying on the floor was because he was afraid of the terminator guy and he just laid down and stopped moving. 

 

 

Then the group of people and I left the building, I think the guy who was in the greenhouse probably stayed.

We went across the street to an empty clothing store or something, and a bunch of people started putting white paint on their faces just for fun, then all of a sudden it was like "The terminator is coming!" (although I don't think they actually called him that in the dream, there was no real name for him.) 

The people with white face paint decided to pretend to be mannequins in the window because he was so close already and could kill them.

The rest of us ran into the back of the room and all started laying against the wall on the floor under the dressing rooms that were all only separated by curtains. So I could look down the wall and see everyone all laying there still except this one guy right in front of me was fucking talking, 

and suddenly the terminator guy zooms his face down right into the guy's face and hits him on the head just a little bit, the guy stops talking or moving,

and then the terminator guy starts growling and I know he's trying to get someone to move out of fear so he can find them and kill them.

 

And I was so freaked out I woke up at that point. Fuck that shit.

 

 

My mom was saying all kinds of horrible shit to me.

She was telling me I'm probably bipolar, which I immediately shot down and I was like "If anyone is bipolar, you are."

 

She starts telling me how horrible I am and she's being snide and giving me some awful face.

 

I stayed completely calm and finally said "I am so glad you make it so easy for me to cut you out of my life. I sometimes want to give you a chance, but then you say shit like this every time, and I just remember how abusive and awful you are. You make it easy for me to never want to see your face or hear a word you have to say ever again."

 

And she got really freaked out and started acting like she wanted to beg me to give her another chance, but even then she couldn't really bring herself to apologize.

 

 

It was weird, this is probably the most realistic dream I've had ever. 

There wasn't really anything about it that wouldn't have happened in waking life.