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jenny:
in this dream i wasn’t myself. i was a half demon/half man type creature.

while i don’t remember dreaming about this, in my dream i had just killed an 8 year old boy and was going to modify my appearance to look like him and enter his school. my fingerprints were all over the gun i had used, but as long as i could believably pretend to be the boy, no one would know he was dead and no one would find me.

i’m scaling a rocky mountain. i keep wedging my scaly hands into the crevices to pull myself up but keep falling. i continue trying until i find an easier route that allows me to almost walk up the mountain. at the top of the mountain i find a bag with clothes to disguise myself in, blue contacts (the boys eyes were blue) a wand and a really sharp mini-axe. i quickly transform myself as two other students walk around the corner. at the top of the mountain was a doorway into the school. i enter with them.

i’m careful to imitate the boy’s mannerisms. he had a deformity in his feet that made him limp, so i tried to limp. i am so nervous about being caught and at the same time feel extremely guilty about killing the boy, but continue on. i can’t let myself be discovered.

i meet up with another half-demon/half-man who was my accomplice in the murder. he pulls out his sharp axe and asks where mine is. i pull mine out and touch the end of the blade- it’s extremely sharp. he laughs and asks if i’m ready. as i’m about to answer, a school administrator enters the room and notices the weapon in my accomplices hand. i pretend to not know what’s going on and the administrator walks over to the accomplice, extremely angry. the administrator’s eyes turn black–not just the center of the eye, but the whole eye. as he stares into my accomplice’s eyes, my accomplice dies. i scurry off to class.

after class, i’m walking in the hall, still taking great care to ensure i’m limping. a teacher keeps watching me oddly and i feel like my cover is blown. i’m sure they know i’m not the boy.

she walks over to me and asks me a few personal questions. she’s joined by the school principal who says, “it’s odd that usually your left toe is pointing in, but now your right toe is.” i’m sure at this point they know i’m not the boy. the teacher has tears in her eyes and starts screaming at me, “what did you do with him? where is he?” i’m still desperately trying to pretend i’m this boy.

she turns her back to me and when she turns back around, her whole eyes are black and tears are still coming out. she says, “it hurts me to do this, but i know you’re not him.” she pushes me back onto the hallway floor and pins my arms next to me. she’s staring into my eyes, trying to kill me but the blue contacts i put in are reflecting back her ‘killing’ gaze. i start snickering and say, “it’s not going to work. you should have asked sam about this before you tried.”

i wake up. i don’t know who sam is and this whole dream is just f’ing weird.

jenny:
i don’t know what’s up, but i’m having strange dreams. here’s another one:

first scene: i was in a public bathroom and walk out of the stall to see a guy shooting his girlfriend in the head. she’s laying on the ground, but is still talking and is acting like it doesn’t bother her. i’m shocked. she said he had to do it to get “it” out of her. some pink fungus looking stuff is flying out of her head and neck….all over the place. she had a huge-ass tumor on the back of her neck. i politely ask if i can get by and REALLY didn’t want to get any of the pink stuff on me. it was just poison.

second scene: i’m in a foreign country, something that felt like belize, with my friend marie. there’s this mystical house we want to visit so we go there with some guy. the house is empty and we walk around it, but weird things are happening in the kitchen (like cupboards opening/closing) and it definitely feels strange. we quickly leave the house and as we turn back to look at it, we notice lights are on in rooms that we didn’t turn lights on it. this guy who’s with us is really excited about the place and runs back in. we can’t get him to leave and we know that whatever is evil in that house has seduced him into staying.

we go back the next day (not sure WHY) with more people- like a tour of people. it’s daylight outside and it doesn’t feel as frightening, but we definitely don’t want to hang around after dusk. there’s a plant outside our tour guide points out. the leaves are edible and almost too sweet. (vivian’s note: jenny and i are eating this plant and are discussing how it is so sweet it makes you feel like your throat is closing up.)

we go back AGAIN the next day with one girl. she is also seduced by whatever is evil in the house and doesn’t want to leave. we have to drag her out of a darkened room and she says “no… NO! it’s still renewal!” renewal is the term for someone who’s been exposed to the evil but then is put in direct sunlight – it kills whatever was evil. anyway, she has a gross green mold looking thing growing out of her mouth and as we drag her outside, her agitation that it was still daylight turns to happiness when she realizes it’s not daylight and is a full moon instead. she says, “or maybe it’s not renewal” and gives me a creepy smile.

i shove her down a flight of stairs and we take off running through a forest to avoid her.

starting with the next dream, we should try interpreting other people’s dreams 😀 who’s up for it?!

jenny:
i was working from my parent’s house one day and my mom walked into the room i was working in and asked me if something was wrong with the internet. i said nothing was wrong and it was working for me. she pressed the issue and said, “no, i think something is really wrong.” at that point, my internet shut down. i closed my laptop and heard the sound of a mob in the distance — screaming and crying.

my mom looked at me and said, “i think this the end of america as we know it.”

i quickly locked all the doors in the house and walked towards the couch to join my sister in watching what was unfolding on TV. on my way to join her, i looked out the window and saw a mother covering up her deceased young child with a blanket. i saw another mother walking and holding the hand of her toddler-aged child, but as i was watching, the child collapsed.

on the news, there were stories about young and old dying across the world. people were having involuntary muscle movements and just laying on the ground. i remember feeling faint and sitting on the carpet in the TV room.

then i woke up.

jenny:
i don’t remember the whole thing right now, but the most vivid part that i remember:

a young, blond hollywood-type actress murdered 5-6 people in her house, which looked like a tree house mixed with a condo. i knew she did it and others knew as well, but we all didn’t talk about. to get the bodies out of her house, she cut them up into large pieces and strung the pieces on ropes and lowered them to the ground where other people loaded the bodies into bags.

i remember seeing a leg of someone — bloody pants and shoe still on — being lowered down on a thick piece of rope.

then she cleaned her place and i think had a party. i remember feeling anxious because of what i knew she did.