ghosts, fluttering & overlapping.

vivian:
aaron and i live in some fancy multi-storied house with a white spiral staircase. i think we’re roommates or something. at one point, i’m upstairs and i feel like i’m kind of going crazy. i start seeing all these kid ghosts everywhere, and i’m freaking out. they are relentless — showing up all the time, flying around… they’re so plentiful in number they’re practically overlapping with one another in my vision. i step out of this room where all this crazy shit is happening and go sit on the staircase, hoping it’ll subside there, but it’s like, more vivid than ever. i finally stumble downstairs. i’m looking for aaron’s room and as i’m looking for it, i realize i’ve never been there before, because the house is sooooo huge. there are hella rooms and i have no idea where i’m going. and actually, there are massive numbers of people living there; there are many more people than just aaron and i, but i don’t really know who they are at all. i vaguely think they’re related to him. i’m going in and out of these rooms, catching bits and pieces of their lives, and they see me a little and i them a little, but no words are exchanged. finally, i settle in on sitting in some bedroom. someone i know is there and talking to me. i don’t think i particularly want to talk to him, but i don’t really have a choice, it feels like. finally, aaron pops his head in for a second and i’m like really excited to see him so i can tell him about the ghosts, because i don’t have anyone else around that i can talk to about them (and i guess i don’t want to talk to this guy i’m talking to about them?), but aaron says that he has to go for just a second because his friend is in the hospital and he needs to see them… and i get a flash of what his friend looks like in the hospital, almost as if i’ve already visited him myself. the end.

inspiration: hung out with aaron the previous night and he was definitely running around a lot in and out of rooms, haha.

giant crabb0rt.

vivian:
i’m in the passenger seat of a car that’s driving on the freeway. we pass by a building that’s like a mall, and i see this giant fucking crab poking out the top of the buildings!! it’s huge!! and i point it out to everyone in the car (there’s three other people) and it takes them a while to actually see it. the crab is flicking little tiny people who don’t even look like people off the sides of balconies, and i wonder if this is staged or what. but soon it becomes very clear that it is not staged, there is in fact this giant ass crab infiltrating the city. i start to pull out my camera to take a video, but by the time i pull it out, the crab has become less active and the car is too far away for me to video. someone, i think lenny, makes fun of me for being too slow. we drive away. fast-forward and i’m at home, and i find out via the television (or something) that the giant crab is some kind of government project gone wrong!! DUN DUN DUN!!

land vehicle of doom!

vivian:
there’s some lecture i’ve listened to. don’t remember details, but the guy is kind of crazy, definitely. later on, we’re all in this big wooden warehouse thing for a while. at one point, everyone hears loud noises outside… i open the front door and see that a helicopter is starting to fall out of the sky, so i walk backwards and tell others to do so, also. the helicopter doesn’t hit anyone. i head over to open the front door again, but soon another thing — a land vehicle of some sort that looks really super intimidating — comes by, and i run away from the front door again. this time, this land vehicle plows into the side of this wood and glass building, and we all run to the other side. i run faster than anyone because i actually see this happen… straight out the back door of the place. behind the house is this wooden half-constructed house frame, which i climb, because i figure it is better to fall down a bit after the land vehicle has sliced through the frame than to be on ground level where it can cut straight through me. not sure that it’s actually good logic, but that’s my thoughts at the time. the land vehicle cuts through the wood frame, but i don’t remember falling. next thing i know, i’ve got a whole bunch of things in my hands, which include i THINK, can x-acto blade, a pair of scissors with white plastic handles, and two other largely metal objects which kind of slip my mind. :L the land vehicle has this portion where its gears are that’s open, so i cram all these metal objects in there while it is temporarily sitting still underneath the wood frame. it stops the car although stuff keeps popping out and i’m only slightly sure that it’ll all stay in place enough to stop the gears… i should mention that i KNOW, even though i didn’t see the guy, that the professor or whomever had been just giving the lecture is the person who’s driving the car as well.

marilyn monroe.

vivian:
i have a facial piercing… one of those marilyn monroe ones i hate so much. i take out the piercing, but it doesn’t heal right… it closes, and it doesn’t look like a hole is there anymore, but when you press down on that patch of skin, there’s an indentation, and it feels absolutely disgusting.

people morph and waterslides transform.

vivian:
i’m with nick from couchsurfing, and we go to a movie. jeanette is sitting next to me briefly and she asks if he’s the guy we met this other day at dinner, but evidently, that was peter, who is also from couchsurfing. at one point, nick said something about making dinner sometime even though he was leaving for colorado, and i put my hand on his cheek and kinda pulled his head towards mine so that the sides of our heads touched, and said, “aww.” eventually, he pulls his arm super awkwardly around my shoulder and it seems he is kind of trying to feel down my pants, which is awkward a little, given the setting. i looked over and he is naked on his bottom half. i don’t see anything because his shirt is long and covers things, but i know he’s wearing no pants.

we leave shortly after and pass by this apple grove area that becky and emme own. i switch to an out-of-my-body view and see them picking fruits. before leaving the theatre (way back when), jeanette left but nick said he’d go home with me for cooking purposes. in my mind, it seemed that we had already eaten, although we hadn’t in the dream. he said something about whether chris could hear my bed, and i wondered how he knew chris in the first place. we get there to my house and don’t really go inside for a while. my house is not my actual house; it’s a pretty tall, kind of old, tan-colored apartment building that is nearly as wide as it is tall (although i think it’s slightly taller).

outside, some people have dumped a FUCKLOAD of water on the street at the top of the hill, and it all floods down the streets and sends everyone down the asphalt hill, like a giant waterslide or something. one naked large fat lady in particular stands out. i join the crowd briefly by falling into the water, stomach-first, fully-clothed, but the water fails to move me, even though it’s moving people much larger than me. i go to nick, who is standing on the side of the road, and now he’s not a white dude, but a black dude. we go inside and it’s actually not my house, but a restaurant. i tell nick about the fat naked lady, saying that she had the body of pam, like that painted a perfect picture or something. he’s not black anymore, or white. he’s asian, and he has really long hair flowing down past his shoulders and suddenly, i find myself very unattracted to him.

inspiration: i talked to nick before sleeping… about replacing my camera and some uncertain things.

jogging policeman.

vivian:
i’m in a car, heading north, on a freeway or large road. it feels like i’m driving, but i reckon not, since i’m looking out the passenger hand side and don’t really remember actually grasping a wheel. a policeman is jogging, and he is jogging hilariously. he has grey cut-off sweat pants on his lower half, but is in full uniform from the waist up. he is wearing a long-sleeved tan shirt (highway patrol or something?), which is bizarre since there is the illusion that it is extremely hot outside. the sun is huge in the sky. his jogging is slow-paced, and he is just barely separating his legs, as though they were shuffling along on the pavement (shuffling in jogging form, if one can imagine it). in his left hand, he even fucking has a baton. his elbow is bent as he’s running, and he’s holding the baton upwards loosely. it’s kind of making circles in the air as he’s running. it never goes up past his head. i don’t remember what he looks like. i do remember another car passing by as well, and the girl driving it and i smile at one another.

cheats.

vivian:
micah cheating on me… or maybe not… because i don’t know if we’re together or if i’m just jealous. i think i’m trying to get back with him and then, although i thought he’s only been with one girl since, he’s been with like six or seven. and this is bothersome, and i think that it is not possible that we can be together because that is too disgusting.

screaming in my sleep.

vivian:
i don’t quite remember what the dream was about at all, but i do remember essentially being in a house or a room and trying to keep people from coming in. at one point, i was in the bathroom, and the walls were all white and stuff, and this man starts banging on the door, and i lock it, but then apparently the door opens on two separate hinges (which makes no sense in real life), so although i locked one side, he opened it on the other side. it was so scary. i screamed… and woke myself up… and screaming in my dreams is something i haven’t done since i was a wee ladette… at least prior to 3rd grade.

getting put into a trance.

vivian:
i don’t remember this whole dream, but here goes part of it. i’m sitting at some table and these four strangers approach. they start introducing themselves, and i don’t remember the introductions, but all four of them were kind of weird and kind of “dark” individuals… like, they were kind of goth, but not really… i don’t know how to describe it, nor do i really remember. anyway, they ask me if i want to do some meditation thing, and for some reason, i agree. i close my eyes, and there is light talking and the head guy is kind of guiding me through it. he’s telling me to listen for music, and the music i hear will be representative of good or evil. he said if i hear really dark, “eastern”-styled music, it stands for evil, and if i hear happier ambient “western”-styled music, it stands for goodness. as i’m listening for this music, i have this really yellow-hued vision of bells or something blowing on a line in the breeze, and the music i hear is definitely “eastern” in nature, but it is ambient, mellow, calming eastern music, with flutes and stuff, similar to what you might hear in a traditional scene when looking at some japanese temples or something. this obviously doesn’t fall under either of the categories he described, so i get up out of my trance and ask what happens if i saw something in between, but i don’t really recall the answer i receive. i am very calm, but asides from that, don’t feel like i gained anything in particular with that particular vision… which was kind of disappointing, because i was hoping to.

a monkey visitor and job discussions.

vivian:
i’m with micah and we’re lying on a bed or something. a really cute little tiny monkey comes and we’re trying to get its attention and the monkey crawls into my hand and really likes me or something. i’m slightly afraid it’s going to bite me, but it never does.

i’m on the phone with jeanette, and she is kind of freaking out, saying that all her friends are in a different spot in life or something, implying that all of them don’t have any responsibilities instead of her, and that she’s jealous about it. i say something like, “trust me, i wish i had responsibilities; this unemployment thing is only exciting for the first couple months.” or something.