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elabyOooooo so almost time to get out of here.
I realized that I haven't been writing my dreams in my journal lately, and that kind of sucks, because I keep remembering that I had an interesting dream about X but I can never remember what it was.
So, last night's mind-fuck.
Last night I dreamed that I had a brother and a family that is different from my own. We were living in my grandparents' house. We woke up in the middle of the night, and the rest of our family was messily, bloodily murdered all over the place. For some reason, we thought that WE'D done it and we just couldn't remember it, so we decided to run off. We killed some other person on the way because they saw us, even though we didn't want to hurt them. We thought we had to in order to get away. Then we hijacked an old lady's car at Frisbee's (which is a general store near the house in real life) by telling her that we needed the car for a few minutes to go get something we'd accidentally left at the Fish Yards, which are also near Frisbee's in real life. Only in the dream, they were on the other side of the store, not the side they're actually on. So we stole the car and ran away.
Then we were back in the house, and everyone was alive, and they told us it was only some sort of training simulation (the fault of X-Men movies, I'm sure) and they weren't actually dead. But we HAD really killed that other person, because we thought we had to get away. So we were screwed, even though the reason we ran in the first place hadn't been real.
Five minutes! *gets ready to flee*
I realized that I haven't been writing my dreams in my journal lately, and that kind of sucks, because I keep remembering that I had an interesting dream about X but I can never remember what it was.
So, last night's mind-fuck.
Last night I dreamed that I had a brother and a family that is different from my own. We were living in my grandparents' house. We woke up in the middle of the night, and the rest of our family was messily, bloodily murdered all over the place. For some reason, we thought that WE'D done it and we just couldn't remember it, so we decided to run off. We killed some other person on the way because they saw us, even though we didn't want to hurt them. We thought we had to in order to get away. Then we hijacked an old lady's car at Frisbee's (which is a general store near the house in real life) by telling her that we needed the car for a few minutes to go get something we'd accidentally left at the Fish Yards, which are also near Frisbee's in real life. Only in the dream, they were on the other side of the store, not the side they're actually on. So we stole the car and ran away.
Then we were back in the house, and everyone was alive, and they told us it was only some sort of training simulation (the fault of X-Men movies, I'm sure) and they weren't actually dead. But we HAD really killed that other person, because we thought we had to get away. So we were screwed, even though the reason we ran in the first place hadn't been real.
Five minutes! *gets ready to flee*
