Fish Flavoured Dreams

In some way or another, I ended up living back with my parents.  I was back in my room upstairs, as Megan had taken over my basement room.  The interesting thing about it all was Tom was also living with me in my parents house.  This is something that would probably never happen in reality, as my parents are surprisingly conservative when it comes to the romances of their children.  I somehow qualified for a special music festival out in Montauk, which my mother used as an excuse to get my Grandparents to let us stay in their Montauk house.  So out we went.  Their house was much larger than it is in actuality, as well as being very Japanese-stylized.  The Montauk we went to wasn’t the actual Montauk either, but the strange dream-Montauk that appears fairly regularly.  This one is not complete beach into oblivion like the other one, but featured a more built-up town area with brightly coloured buildings everywhere.  It’s almost European, but usually a constant bright, sunny atmosphere.  Some of the navigation is the same as in actual Montauk, but as far as I know The Docks don’t exist at all, and that weird town area I mentioned exists instead.  At some point Elliot came to replace Tom, I think using my performance as an excuse to visit.  Tom wasn’t around for the rest of the dream.

Elliot and I were sharing what I know as the Master bedroom, however I have no idea where my mother, Megan, Laura, and my Grandmother were sleeping.  My father and Joanna were also absent.  I had just woken up and was getting ready to take a shower, and was talking with my Grandmother.  She was being shockingly open with me, and revealing to me that when she was in college she did a lot of drugs which lead to her being knocked up and having to get an abortion.  Even though the words were coming from the mouth of my Grandmother, I got the feeling that it was actually my mother talking to me and that she was revealing that I shouldn’t have been her first child.  Elliot wandered into the bathroom to take a shower with me, and I hissed that sort of thing wasn’t allowed with my family.  However my Grandmother and Mom didn’t seem to care at all, and acted like that sort of thing happened all the time.  I began to tell Elliot the story my Grandmother had just told me, and my Grandmother moved to close the door separating the shower and toilet area from the bathroom hall (this is a feature from their actual house; for whatever reason the bathroom has two doors).  I took this as their acceptance of Elliot and I showering together, and we began to undress.  For whatever reason there was a clock in the bathroom, revealing that I was supposed to be at rehersal in 10 minutes.  Knowing it would take me at least an hour to be dressed, I began to contemplate just giving up on being in the group completely and never going.  I also remember thinking very distinctly about the bathroom being named Camp Indian Blanket, but that’s what my Grandmother named her bathroom in her actual house.  I also was surprised to find blood running down my leg, and was trying my hardest to conceal it from Elliot..

I was at my parents house, helping my sister Joanna with some sort of project.  It was half a large cage, and half some sort of miniature house.  I didn’t really understand what I was doing, and Joanna refused to completely explain it to me.  All I knew for sure was that she needed my help in getting it done before my parents got home from wherever they were.

Unfortunately we were able to accomplish that.  My parents pulled up in my old van, and it was revealed what exactly it was I was helping to set up.  It was enclosure for a pet bear.  I was aware of these new pet bears that had just hit the market, genetically engineered to stay small like babies and dependent on their keepers.  Naturally, they were very expensive.  I proceeded to freak out on my parents for once again spending their money in an excessively frivolent fashion.  Despite my tirade, the bear decided that of everybody, it liked me best.  The thing with these bears was once they decided on their mama, that was it.  You had to take care of them.  So the baby bear became mine.  I brought it back home with me, and of course Tom’s father flipped out on me for bringing a bear into the house.  But there was no getting around it, the bear was now mine.  It spent most of the rest of my dream hugging onto my tummy inside my old black hoodie, and I spent most of my time protecting it from the situations I found myself in, which involved explosions but I can remember nothing else of.

I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately due to the fact that Tom has decided he needs to battle me in his sleep.  As a result, the details of my dreams are increasingly more difficult to remember.  However, there are some brief moments that stand out.

I was in New Paltz in some sort of outdoor library.  This woman who I would place in her late-thirties was there with her mother in her sixties.  They apparently had an older laptop that they were trying to make functional.  A friend of mine was working on the laptop with little success, and remembering the troubles I went through with The Stupid Box (an old laptop from the year 2000 my mother had donated to me) I tried to help guide him in the right direction.  Despite this, the woman’s mother was being incredibly nasty to me.  It turned out my advice worked, and soon the laptop was booting up with Windows N Edition.  I made some off-handed comment about how horrible N was, but since the woman only wanted to be able to use her laptop to write essays on and the occasional casual web browsing she’d be fine.  Her mother made a snide comment again, and the woman defended me; “I don’t see why you’re being so mean, she helped us!”  It was at this moment I realized that the woman was horrifically obese.  Her ass alone was easily as big as a television, and I could see some sort of strange thong circling her waist when she sat down and her shirt rode up.  In retrospect (now that I’m awake), I can’t help but wonder if the mother was sensitive to her daughter’s weight, and knew I would inevitably think cruel thoughts about her daughter.  Yes, I think about the motivations of my dream characters when I’m awake.

The dream transitioned to me being at my parent’s house.  I was helping to load up a car with boxes; I believe it was Joanna who was moving, but I can’t be certain.  Tom was there helping.  I believe my father was as well.  Outside by myself, I saw a van come careening down from Kyle’s (the neighbor across the street) driveway.  There was a young black girl inside, and I assumed she had stolen the van.  However, I noticed that she was banging on the windows and screaming for help– the van was driving itself.  It crashed into the side of my house, and as it tried to drive through my garage I was able to  run up and yank the door open so she could jump out.  The van was soon driving through the wall of the garage, and trying to run us all down.

It was no longer safe to be outside.  Something had happened so that there were some sort of creatures wandering outside.  Any prolonged exposure to the outdoor air lead to permanent brain damage, and effect similar to someone sitting in a room cloudy with bug killer.  Despite this, people did their best to get around.  Monogamy dissolved, and polygamy was okay in this new environment.  I have vague memories of being outside, but I forget the reason why.  I believe it was something to do with carrots and rabbits, but I can’t be certain.  Piercings became an obsession for people in this new world, including my younger sister Megan.  Someone I know in real life was on their way over, someone who isn’t a piercer in real life but in this dream was (no, it wasn’t Allen).  I can’t recall who he was exactly, but he was one of my boyfriends.  He was supposed to pierce Megan somehow, but we were too busy fooling around first.  As we attempted to, Tom came up on the sofa next to us.  He had suffered a fair amount of brain damage, and wasn’t himself anymore.  Someone had pierced his eyebrow (Tom in reality hates piercings) in an absolutely horrible way.  It was a strange sort of orbital using a door-knocker (type of tongue jewelry).  The boy and I stopped what we were doing to marvel in horror at this atrocity through his eyebrow.  I asked him why on earth Tom would get a piercing without me.  He just kind of shrugged.

Then my alarm went off.

There was some sort of war going on.  Some group was persecuting another group of people, but I can’t recall the specifics.  All I know was that I needed to hide, and that’s what I was doing.  I was camping out somewhere that appeared to be a massive version of the basement in my parents’ house.  As I tried to find ways to pass the time, I discovered the members of Tally Hall were also forced to hide away (which leads me to believe that the persecuted all had some sort of creative basis).  I was very excited to see them, and then began to happily share with them all the things I couldn’t say after their gig on the 9th.  They were happy to see me too, since otherwise the group of us didn’t know anyone else in our bunker.  This lead to much goofing off and fun, as well as some sort of “romantic” encounter with Joe.  While Joe was definitely Joe by appearance, his.. ah.. moves were that of someone I actually know, making it familiar yet different all at once.

Eventually we were forced to leave the bunker, and moved to some sort of holding area.  I cannot remember details of our trek, but I know that Elliot joined myself and the members of Tally Hall, and the terrain was some sort of muddy, candy mountain thing.  I’m not joking.  I began to get the impression that this war, whatever it was, had some sort of mythological intent.  There were all sorts of fantasy-related creatures everywhere, and I got the distinct we were being separated based on “good” and “evil”.  While running about the holding area, I came to gain some sort of knowledge of what was actually going on.  I knew I had to get to the other group in the separate holding area.. I believe I had discovered some sort of conspiracy.  I ran and took a flying leap, making it clear that gravity had weakened on Earth somehow.  The sky was all sorts of bizarre colours, the land was experiencing some sort of fallout, and I knew now that I had jumped this fence my life was in perril.  I quickly tried to rally the people and creatures in this new holding area and tell them what I had learned…

Then I woke up.

I was living in New Paltz still, and surprisingly still in school.  Despite this, I was living with Amanda.  Gaia was also in the picture.  I think the semester had just ended, and I was on my way home.  Poor Gaia was trapped in the kitchen, and as per usual there was a complete mess.  However, Gaia was a lot more well-behaved than she had ever actually been.  When I came home she was excited, but in a calmer way.  She was affectionate towards me, and as I walked her she behaved normally.  I brought her back inside, and went into my room.  There I found Amanda sitting there, using my word processor.  In one quick moment– I didn’t even have a chance to think –I smacked her across the head.  Hard.  The way you would treat a dog for misbehaving.  I then started to yell at her.  How dare she use my computer, what the fuck.  Never do that.  Never.  Get out of my room.  All the anger I’ve had for Amanda flooding out in one moment.  The worst part of all this was she didn’t react at all.  Her face completely devoid of emotion, she got up and walked out of the room.  I was still raging though, and I closed what I knew to be an essay without saving it.

The next thing I can concretely remember was being at a punk show of some sort.  It was all bands from the mid-ninties playing, and a whole bunch of people I could recognize but couldn’t remember were there.  The venue was some sort of hockey ring, and I was reminded of the old shows at Sports Plus.  Everyone appeared to be friendly, but I was alone so I kept to myself.  Until someone literally jumped on top of me.  Physically, he was no one I recognized.  But once he excitedly yelled, “EMi!” I knew it to be Gimpy.  He started introducing me to everyone, and so I started to run around and have a good time too.  I jumped about and moshed and danced so that the bands took notice.  They looked 14, but I knew they were playing music by real bands, and they also respected me.

The next thing I can remember is my mom talking to me about classes for next semester.  I was still an Asian Studies major, and she was warning me that I should be careful this semester because there were pretty much no 3 credit courses.  I was telling her how there were only a few courses I had left to take anyway, so it wouldn’t be a bit deal.  I got excited looking at the courses offered.  They were all extremely interesting, and I was really excited.  However she was right.  However I was confident, and began picking my courses.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I was aware that I was done with my English, History, and Philosophy reuqirements and still had to fulfill my math requirement (which was odd, because in real life I placed out of college math).  The dream began to fade out…

The dream shifted somehow, and I was practicing for some sort of knowledge-based racing competition.  I am not entirely certain on how it worked, however I know that was the premise.  School buses were involved somehow, but I forget exactly how the tied in.  I may or may not have been sleeping in one.  My school was tied into this competition.  It was the last round, and my final competitor was non other than Corbin.  The Chinese language was somehow tied into this, though I’m not positive on the specifics.  However the primary function of the competition was a race.  We were using some sort of vehicle I no longer remember to propel ourselves along at completely unrealistic speeds.  The kind that made a blue stream of light form around us while we raced.  I somehow found out something dark about the race.  I feel like it may have had to do with time travel, but I can’t be sure.  All I know is I wanted to talk to Corbin.  Partially to warn him, partially for my own selfishness.  He of course wouldn’t not have any of it.  Even in my dream, Corbin did not want to speak with me.  But I continued to try and get him into a position where he had to listen to me.  I kept trying to knock him off the race track to get him away from the others.  I can remember him raging, freaking out because I was getting close..

And then I woke up.

I was living in New Paltz.  Allen was in New Paltz too however, and was doing some sort of tv special on piercings.  I volunteered to help out and be pierced with something for the show.  The only problem being I didn’t know what to have pierced.  I could have done any of the piercings I want in my ears, but those seemed to conventional.  I was considering a medusa, but then I knew I would have to even out of the rest of my face (because the medusa is a centred piercing, it would bother me too much to have the rest of my piercings be asymetrical, so if I got a medusa I would need to snake-bite my lips, pierce the other nostril, and pierce my right eyebrow in order to be okay with it) so I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea.  I was thinking about doing my nape, but my hair is too long to do that.  Since Evan just got subdermal anchors in his hips (real life event) I was considering doing something like that, but didn’t want to make such a permanent decision on a whim.  When I asked Allen, he offered me pretty much zero help, and I was left to contemplate it on my own.  Then he came back with an idea.  He wanted to put a hoop in just below that bone at the bottom of my neck, and was very excited about the idea.  I was very nervous about it however, and started questioning him about it intensely.  I was worried about it rejecting, about it being cumbersome, and about how it would scar.  Allen took off his shirt to show me examples of how it would scar, and there were scars on his shoulders from these giant, intense piercings that I can’t even describe, as well as staples all through his back in an X.  The stables weren’t for surgical reasons, but it was clear they were holding the skin on his back together.

I’m considering adding this to TickTock’s character design.

I was living upstate in an alternate version of New Paltz.  The terrain was still that of Upstate, but everything was built up as though it had be suburbanized, Long Island-style.  There was a fair amount I don’t remember, something about sleeping in a mall and something with a pizza parlor and Tom.  What I do remember is that instead of working in a strip Radioshack, the Radioshack I had worked in New Paltz was a mall store.  I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a Radioshack by name either.  In principle it was exactly the same, but I recall wearing a Best Buy uniform.  It was my last day, and I was quitting to get a better paying, better in general job.  I was very excited and said all my goodbyes to my Radioshack coworkers, then tried to go to my new job.  I can’t recall the specifics, but the better job wasn’t available to me anymore.  I tried to go back to Radioshack, but in the time I had gone and come back something drastic and strange happened to the company.  I believe they were promoting me, but it was on terms that were so horrible I didn’t want to take the position despite the fact that I was unemployed.  Oh, I would like to note that this mall was built into the side of a mountain.  It was very beautiful in a Miyazaki way.

The dream’s intent shifted as I left the mall and wandered into this home improvement store that only exists in my dreams.  It’s like Lowes combined with Michael’s combined with pet store.  I will do my best to take note of the name next time I “visit” there.  At this particular location, the pet area was directly to the right of the further-most right sliding doors.  I immediately went to the pets and started to look for something small to bring home with me to make myself feel better about losing my jobs.  This particular location had a ton of birds and a fair amount of dogs, but not much in the way of felines or the small and fluffy.  But then I found they had a whole bunch of ferrets.  Two of them were adults, and as I went to “meet” them the woman behind the counter informed me that they like to bite.  She didn’t lie.  The adult male just chomped down on my hand, and it was like something out of a cartoon.  I was waving this ferret all over the place trying to get him to let go, but he had super strength.  Finally I get him to let go, and move on to the babies.  The two babies were brother and sister, the brother being milk-white with tan markings and his sister being sable.  The boy was named Samson, and in this dream we had an immediate connection.  I knew I needed to bring Samson home with me.  In the dream I was aware of the fact that I was supposed to be seeing Tally Hall the next day with Steve-o (real life carrying over into the subconscious), and that all of the money I had with me was supposed to be for that.  However in the dream I had less money than I actually did.  I had about $100 total actually, but in this dream I only had $50.  Samson was priced at $80.  This was the first problem.  However, I noticed that the store was using a piece of my Japanese homework as one of their advertisements for some reason.  It was altered for the store, but I recognized my handwriting.  I decided to use that as my bargaining tool, and went to the lady at the counter to haggle for Samson.  She told me the best she could do is let me have him for $50.  I decided that I would get an advance from work the next day before seeing Tally Hall (at some point the dream transitioned to me working at Utopia, and the previous happenings were irrelevant), and was now prepared to handle the next problem : getting Tom to let me bring Samson home.  I called him up and began to argue my case.  Tom of course countered by saying I shouldn’t spend my money on a pet, having a ferret would be expensive, but I didn’t back down.  Eventually Tom said if I thought that I really felt the need to bring Samson home, that it would be alright.

I woke up soon after.

In Smithaven mall where Sasssyy’s used to be, there was now an ice cream parlor. Neon colours were used for everything, and the place was stylized after a diner in the 50’s. For some reason, Mike was working there. I hung around the counter, talking with him about stupid things. He was of course being a jerk, but fixed up a free ice cream sundae for me. Soon Sensei Jimmy showed up. I knew somehow that he was the owner of the place, and that Mike was just working for him. Jimmy and I sat down while I ate my ice cream, and Mike was elsewhere. We talked about how he named one of his kids after me, and Jimmy asked if I knew why. I have no idea.

After that we left the ice cream place, and went to this sort of seating area. There were tents set up in the middle of the halls, with comfortable swinging chairs and pillows and carpets. But apparently you had to have a membership. I didn’t have one, so I made to say goodbye. The old man who ran the area (who had a monkey, I might add) stopped me and told me I did in fact have a membership. My Aunt Gretchen had bought me one for Christmas, didn’t I remember? And suddenly I did. In another dream, my Aunt Gretchen had given me a membership card to something, and all I could think is “What is this even for?” Sure enough, the man looked at his list and there was my name. I took out my wallet and showed him the card, and soon joined Jimmy and Mike on the swings.

There was some kid with them, a sixth grader. But he was very advanced for his age, and was able to carry on a decent conversation. He reminded me very much of Oakdale James, actually. Soon he was joined with some cheerleaders from his school, and immediately started hitting on one of the girls. She responded, too! I was thorougly confused.

Suddenly, Igor was sitting on my lap. “What are you doing here?” I asked him.

“You know,” he said. “I’m not entirely sure.”

He stayed sitting on my lap for a while. Soon our fingers were interlocked, and after a while the scenary changed a bit. Igor was still sitting on me, and suddenly there was a collection of lumberjack hats nearby. There were so many, in so many different colours. I squealed over the wonder of them all, and suddenly we were kissing. It was a bad kiss, filled with teeth and entirely unsexy. But then I realized it was something different. It wasn’t about tongues and mouths and spit. We were pouring our souls into one another.

This is when we started having another “relationship” conversation. Igor kept trying to run away. He admitted to having feelings for me, but he couldn’t be in a relationship. I held him tightly and whispered we could make it work. I told him we could do homework together, like Kerning and Ryan…

I woke up.

I need to stop having dreams like this about Igor. It’s getting rediculous now. I really don’t understand why they keep happening.

Dream 1
I was pregnant with his child. He didn’t like that, of course, and wanted me to abort it. But I was scared. It was the early 1900s, and I knew back then there was a good chance of me dying. Being poor and an Irish immigrant, there really wasn’t anyone who would take much care in the job. So I ran. There was a very old house, very ornate and musky. I knew people still lived there, but I burst through the great doors because I knew if I was there, he wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe on the street he would catch me and beat me, but in the house he couldn’t.

Everything was really dark, and I began to wonder if the house really was abandoned, like most people thought. I wandered up to the second level, hiding in the shadows. I was still scared that he might come in and try to hurt me. So when the woman and I found eachother, we were both very startled. She was aging, and the toils of her age were just starting to pain her. I told her my story, and she listened calmly. She offered to let me stay with her in exchange for work. I would act as her maid, as hers had all quit. In exchange, she would let me stay in her home and help me care for my baby.

Jump a couple of months. My stommach is swollen, so I have to carry it as I walk. I’m in a frilly maid’s uniform, and I’m speaking with a thick Irish accent. I’m folding sheets and saying “Yes ma’m”. The old woman and I are best of friends, and we’ve even hired more staff. The house is bright again, though not quite so lively due to the abscence of anyone but maids and such. We keep getting prank phone calls, though. Somehow my man found out the number to the house, and calls to rasp threateningly into the receiver. It doesn’t sound like him, but I know it is. We’re still kind of scared of what he might do. We know I need some sort of protector, but we don’t know where to find one.

Dream 2
Danny and I had to pick up Lindsay for some reason. We went to her house, and it was next door to another house, one I visited in another dream. The yard had been completely torn up, and it was obvious the large Italian family was staying somewhere else for the time being. Lindsay had to be very secretive about the fact that she was seeing Danny, and there was all sorts of stupidity because of that. When she was finally done making herself look positively orange, I led them to the yard. I told them all about the family, and their rediculous back yard. How it was just manmade piles of dirt with grass on top and called “landscaping”. “Look!” I said, and you could see the foreign dirt, looking completely different from the dirt of the actual land. I knew it would be smeared around and flattened, and real landscapers would come in and fixed the house. Lindsay looked impatient, and asked if we could leave yet. I was just sad that the eccentric Italian family was not around. I wanted to say hi. They were scary at first, but once you knew them they were quite lovable.

Maybe I’ll get to see them in another dream.

Danny was your typical badass character in the movies. He didn’t talk much, and when he did it was usually to say something coarse. He still looked exactly the same, but he had a completely different air about him. Something much more threatening. I played the role of his girlfriend. It was a very “AndrAia and Matrix” relationship. While I was equally fearsome, I was calmer and more reasonable.

For whatever reason, we were helping our friends go shopping. One of them was Sonja, though she looked nothing like how she actually does. She and a couple other skinny, high school aged girlies were jumping around, trying to find a suiteable birthday present for someone’s mom. They seemed more like junior high girls than anything. The strange thing about it was we were shopping in K*Mart, which is the last place I would expect to find good clothes. But for some reason they had all these nice cotton dresses, in a range of colours. The top part was tight and form-hugging, while the skirt of the dress was very short and fluffed out very nicely. They were actually quite sexy, so after some consideration I decided to get one. I asked DannyMatrix which colour, and after some halfhearted grumbles about knowing nothing about this sort of thing, he chose a red one.

After that, we had hijacked a minibus. I forget who exactly we were escaping from, but we were using it as cover. Danny plowed through all the yellow lights instead of slowing down, and the children in the back screamed. “Hey lady!” one of them called to me. “Why aren’t you screaming too?”

“Because I know him really well. He drives like this all the time, though he’s usually driving a Mustang. I trust him.” We came to a stoplight (I know exactly where this is, but I have no idea the names of the roads) and as we tried to turn left, the bus started to skid. It became apparent the minibus couldn’t take turns like a Mustang, even in dream world. The children screamed, and I gripped Danny’s arm for support. The bus flipped.

I helped the upsidown children get free, who were all wearing their seatbelts oddly enough. Danny had no idea what to do, so I took care of getting everyone out of the bus. As we stood by the side of the road looking for a way to escape since the children were okay, one of those giant black SUVs pulled over. It turned out to be a soccer mom, here to lecture us on how we endangered the children. I could see the look in Danny’s eye, and knew we’d be hijacking that car soon…

Roomie’s alarm clock went off.