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i don’t remember much more than this: i pick up a glass and drink from it before realizing that the glass is absolutely filthy. it is never anything i would drink from in real life. at the bottom of the glass: a razorblade. i don’t get to it and it doesn’t cut me, but i see it. that’s what stops me from continuing to drink from the glass, moreso than the dirty water.

interpretation for “dirty water”:
to see muddy or dirty water in your dream indicates that you are wallowing in your negative emotions. you may need to take some time to cleanse your mind and find internal peace. alternatively, the dream suggests that your thinking/judgment is unclear and clouded.

interpretation for “razor”:
to dream of a razor, portends disagreements and contentions over troubles.

assessment of interpretations:
guess i am indeed going through a patch of rough emotional times. ratttttttttts.

vivian:
i don’t remember much except a spider about the size of a half dollar is on my right hand. it bites me once there, and i try to shake it off, but to no avail. it climbs onto my left hand and goes up my sleeve and bites me twice more.

interpretation:
to see a spider in your dream indicates that you are feeling like an outsider in some situation. or that you may want to keep your distance and stay away from an alluring and tempting situation. the spider is also symbolic of feminine power. to dream that you are bitten by a spider, represents a conflict with your mother or some dominant female figure in your life. the dream may be a metaphor for a devouring mother or the feminine power to possess and entrap. perhaps you are feeling trapped by some relationship.

assessment of interpretation:
i’m currently in a foreign country, so maybe there’s some truth to it (although i don’t feel particularly out of place). i don’t have the best relationship with my mother, either, but it’s not something that was stressing me out yesterday, although it is stressing me out in general, i guess.

alex:
this woman and i are walking a baby penguin, or a baby something. it’s a bird. its back is black. its wings are flipperish. it can swim. it has some yellow spikey feathers near its head, though, so it isn’t exactly a penguin. looks like a penguin with a little yellow crown, i guess, or a mohawk. i don’t know. this is a weird walk, cause we are somewhere tropical, walking along a beach. there is a little island not far from shore at all, so we swim, and the bird follows like it’s a dog or something, always 5-20 feet away, checking stuff out and coming closer if we get too far apart. in any case, asides from the awesomeness of walking a baby penguin… the only thing that happens beyond that is that at one point during our swim, we come near a tiny little island that is a nesting ground for some other type of bird… and little penguin just climbs out of the water with its flipperwings and tries to walk across it. it gets pounced and partially ravaged by some birds there. i think they’re going to kill it because they’re so much bigger, but i make it out of the water before the penguin’s too badly injured, and i throw ghandfuls of gravel/sand at the birds and they give us some room. we walk off the island and continue.

then i have a dream about walking through some really psychedelic woods. the lighting is all weird. huge amounts of aqua and light blues. occasionally mild oranges and reds. the place is full of snakes. i am mostly running the whole time because i think the snakes are the least of my worries, though i can’t remember why. there are crazy mushrooms in there. it’s a stoner dream, emo. i have to be cautious as i near the various snakes, and then after that, i can see where everything is, so i would sprint a bit and then go back to being stealthy. i think it may have physically connected to the other dream — like maybe i swam out of the water onto an island which contains these woods, but the woman and penguin are gone and the feeling is more nightmarish. i don’t know.

after that, i find a building. it’s really big. it’s like an old 1960’s hospital or something. then the dream turns rather zombie-apocalypse. i forget what happens exactly, but i am under the impression that i have been running out of the woods from zombies. in any case, i’m picking my way through the well-lit hospital, and there is mos def scary shit around, but it sounds pretty far away. i hear someone scream in the distance on occasion, but the hallway that i’m in is pretty much dead… i’m just trying to find people. it’s a full-on nightmare at this point.. my dreams have a certain flavor to them when they are nightmares. something can be a nightmare without anything particualrly bad happening (though something bad usually happens). to describe the feeling… i’d say its like sitting at the movies and watching a horror film… but you haven’t seen any blood and guts yet. it has that feel.. and your mind looks for something sinister even during the mundane plot development. thats what my nightmares feel like… something bad is going to happen at some point. so then, i’m crossing a bridge between wings of the hospital (not too disimilar to the layout of a hospital i worked at when i was 14-18) and the sounds of people yelling get much, much closer, and i think they’re further down the same hall i’m in. i start running towards the sounds, and i notice a row of operating tables occupying the left wall of this wide hallway. i hear the people very close now… but i’m temporarily more intested in what’s on these tables. there are a few corpses… some fresh, some old (though there is no smell/flies/anything, really). some have white sheets, but there is one table that has a naked female lying on her side. her body is painted silver. the paint is thick; it can almost be a skin-tight suit, but i think it’s more like latex paint or something. her face is completely painted over, obscuring any facial features. there are crimson lines in the paint. i’m not sure why exactly. they mostly look decorative. one may have been a belt. another may have been a shoulder strap… and then there is a wide oval circling where both her eyes would’ve been, as if she were some sort of silver cyclops. her mouth is smoothed over by this latex-like metalic silver mask/suit thing. her hair is dirty grey-beige and looks like a wet hairbrush. it’s unclear if she is really a human body or more like some weakly-featured scuplture. it’s also unclear how her hair comes out of this suit, given that her body is pretty much sealed by it… which makes me think, maybe it is skin. in any case, my fascination with the silver corpse comes to an end as numerous people come running down the hall… perhaps 6-10 people, and they slam a door at the end of the hall. they are panting and yelling at each other. then they see me, they say some things to me, and i’m not sure what’s going on. they were running from something, for sure. they are talking a million miles a minute at me. i’m not sure whats going on. and then the sivler corpse moves a little bit. everyone starts screaming, and someone yells something about a “silver shrieker”… or it was something like that. they all scatter. i just stand there staring at her. she grabs a syringe from near her operating table and starts to scratch at where her eyes would be. i see the silver tear. there is something gooey and beige/grey underneath. it’s mucousy as the silver peels back from whatever is underneath. something yells at me, “DON’T LET HER SEE YOU WHAT YOU ARE DOINGGGG!” it occurs to me that i am super fucked, and the fear of the group possess me. her face is almost free of whatever that silver stuff is, and she is going to see me, so i dive into a room which is immediately behind me and across from her. it makes a lot of noise, and three people are in there cowering. i hide just around the corner from the doorway (there is no door), and just as fast as i make it there, i hear the silver woman pounce off her table onto the floor and scamper towards me. her face comes around the edge of the door and pauses one foot away from me. i’m holding super still, trying not to breathe, but her face is terrifying. the flesh near her eyes just sinks like the interior of a flower… sinks towards a tiny stem that comes out like the male sex organ of a flower. the tiny stems that must be eyes or some form of sensory organ are a dark blood-ish purple.. and they move very slowly as if tasting the air. it’s like a decay flesh flower, or perhaps like the tongue of a snake, at the same time. her mouth is huge and lipless… large teeth, all canines interlock… and she opens her mouth and mucous and slimy shit is pulled apart as the teeth separate. i’m so scared that i start to hyperventilate. i’m trying to control the movement of my chest. it’s very mild; i hope she cant see me breathing. i’m guessing she can’t see if i don’t move because she hasn’t killed me yet, but the panic in me is getting so strong she has to go away or surely she will see me moving. i’m trying so hard to control my breathing that i am almost completely physically awake at this point. but the dream continues, very shallowly as she backs out of the room and i hear her fleshy feet pat their way down the hall. i don’t plan on moving for the next hour and then i fully wake up.

jason:
i don’t remember the setup, but i was outside and something bad happened.  a bunch of creatures in the area were affected, including a cute-looking baby raccoon, and i knew that I needed to kill it now.  i had a specific reason for killing it at the time, but i can’t remember it.  i tried to strangle it first, but that didn’t work… it was too fluffy or something.  so i had to snap its neck against the ground.  i don’t think it felt much (it didn’t fuss) but i still felt REALLY bad, cause y’know, i didn’t want to kill the cute baby raccoon.  it didn’t bleed at all, but afterward there was its blood on my hands.  i didn’t even try and wipe it off.

tammy:
i went to the school/gym sort of place where a bunch of people i knew were. when i got there, there was all this commotion. i found out that a girl had been murdered and was hanging from a shower head. by the time i got there, they had put up a tarp-like material over her, but she was still hanging. in this school/gym place, there were a lot of shower stalls, but the one the girl was murdered in was the one in the front corner. as i was walking around after that trying to figure out what to do, i saw this girl i went to high school with named jessica. she was sitting and we started talking and she offered me a cookie (chips ahoy like?). then my brother came up to us and i was waiting for him to let me know what i should do. instead i just noticed that his jacket was a puffy jacket that was too big for him – which i found odd b/c he normally wears pretty stylish/fitted clothing. the end.

tammy:
i dont know where i was going, but i was with two other people and we were on a boat of sorts, but not really. i felt like i was just sitting on something, someone was sitting behind me, and the last person was controlling the motor/pedaling. we were on a lake or something, and i was really scared because i thought it was really dirty and i kept thinking if i should put my feet in the water or not. i didn’t have much of a choice though, because it took so much effort to keep my feet straight and out of the water. i saw movements in the water, and that scared me. while we were going along, i saw a fire on the water and freaked out, but we pedaled away safely.

as we were nearing water, i saw 2 guys in the water and they came towards us. when they got to us they started pulling my legs and off the contraption that we had. one guy was like rubbing my legs, and i was like “they are so prickly!” we got to land and they started chasing us and the person i was with was like, “the italian guys!” we ran into something that is similar to a school. we ran into a bathroom and we went to the bathroom and the person i was with went to the bathroom and some other person in the bathroom was like, “ew did you sit on the toilet? my kids would like you.” we left the bathroom and saw two small children in the bathroom too.

later in the dream, it seemed like we were filming some sort of movie. it was supposed to be scary/funny or something. i had ended up doing a kissing scene with a friend, but my friend had dressed like he was hella old and i couldn’t even recognize him. my face was hella disgusted during the kissing scene. my friend sharon was locked outside of where we were filming and eventually made her way to another window to watch. she was eating dried fruit. when i was done filming, i grabbed some dried mango to eat.

as they continued filming, kevin was taking pictures of this other guy in the scene and the guy who just kissed me and the guy in the scene had like alien fingers! which was funny because we usually make fun of kevin for having long fingers. we compared the two fingers and kevin didn’t even reach half of the guys finger(s).

vivian:
alex is in my car. we’re going somewhere and i don’t recall if i’m driving or directing him. but there is some confusion… we’re supposed to go make a left turn but instead he or i drives straight. straight lands us in tons of traffic. but there’s more… on the opposite side of a street i see a dead man — seemingly unscathed, like he is sleeping — lying on the ground between two cars. no cars are moving on that side of the street. a giant intersection lies ahead, with no cars in it, either. but to the left, near the traffic light on the opposite side of the road from where we are, there is a guy whose skin is half burnt and melted off… he seems half… skinned, almost. it’s gross and he is very pink in the skin. up ahead, across the intersection, is an ambulance and some more dead people. huge accident, although no destroyed cars are in sight — only destroyed people.