I have been having crazy dreams lately. I don't remember all of them, but I do remember two. A few days ago I had a dream that I was playing cards with Drew waiting for Megan and Daric to come home. Finally Megan shows up, and she is drunk off her ass, and Drew has to help her hold her hair back in the bathroom. While that is going on I find a grapefruit cut in half, covered in sugar. I've never had a grapefruit before, and have been curious as to what it's like, so I find a spoon, and I have a couple bites.
I feel kind of weird after this, and I can tell that the grapefruit was laced with some sort of lsd or something. I feel a strange pull that I dislike, and instinctively fight it.
For some reason I go over to the neighbors. They are having a large family dinner. I know some strange things happen, but this part of the dream is kind of vague, and really all I know is that I learned that Daric and Rob had been sucked into some sort of alternate reality/dimension due to eating the laced grapefruit, and that I am obviously next.
I rush back home to warn Drew and Megan, and when I get to the garage there is a partially formed pentagon, it looks like it is drawn out of chalk dust, and I am drawn into the fourth side.
Then I wake up. Damn, right as the really interesting stuff is about to happen. I was pretty sure though that Drew was going to be the fifth person, though I don't know who the first one was.
I had another dream that night, but I don't really remember it, upon waking I decided that the grapefruit one was more important.
So I'm fairly certain where some of this dream came from. The grapefruit was from Good Eats, and I have been thinking of trying it. The pentagon shape is from X-Men: First Class. They had a fly-over of the Pentagon and I was just completely fascinated by the shape of it.
Fuck if I know what the rest of it means, though. My subconscious is weird.
So last night, well really this morning, I had an even stranger dream. Falcor from Neverending Story was in it.
At the start of the dream, I was hanging out with my friends, and we were all kids, of about the same age. I don't think it was anyone specific, just the feeling that they were the friends I have now.
Falcor comes and tasks us with saving Fairyland (not wonderland or the neverending story place, fairyland, which is probably from me having finished The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making very recently). We did not do so well, I blame being easily distracted, lol.
So we are back in the real world, and Falcor comes again with another task, which we also fail.
Now, I'm in a house with an unknown family. A heavy storm is coming, and the family is waiting for the rest of its members to arrive. Falcor comes and tells us that something worse than the storm is on its way, and that we should be prepared to face it. Then he leaves, and we hear a helicoptor, which is how the other people are arriving, apparently. It's trying to land on the house, but something goes wrong, and we see it land on its side half broken outside the house. The house is one of those big modern houses that are half windows, and it's in the middle of the woods. We run outside into the storm. Falcor has run into the helicopter, due to the heavy winds or something, I rush to his side, and he is all “I'm so sorry” and that he's dying, and I am wrapping my arms around him and weeping when I wake up.
I quickly realize that my alarm has been going off for FIVE WHOLE MINUTES. I'm a light sleeper, I DO NOT normally sleep through things like that. And thinking back on it, the 'storm' part of the dream probably started about the time when my alarm went off. So in conclusion people MY FUCKING ALARM CLOCK KILLED FALCOR!!!!!!!
Also, I apparently suck at completing magical quests. But seriously, what the FUCK is wrong with my subconscious?!?
And this is nothing compared to the re-occuring dream about an ancient green squid sea god who can turn into a human, and who is also in love with me, and all the strange places that can go >.> Seriously subconscious. What. The. Fuck.
