My crazy subconscious
Sunday, Jun. 30, 2002 09:34

I just got up, but I had a weird dream that I wanted to recount.

Soo, in the dream there were a few things that didn't make sense. The first thing is that I can't remember who I was with. It was someone that I know really well, but I just can't remember who it was. Hmm. It might have been Becca, since the house we were at sort of resembled hers a bit, but who knows. BUT, anyway, it was me, Linda and this other girl. We were also with a small hispanic girl whom we apparently knew, and Ben (Linda's friend) and we were going to a concert. The other strange thing was that I kept putting myself into the role of the people I was with.

So anyway, it started out with us in a van, driving along to this concert. In the car was a giant decoration. It was the grinch's face, and it was large enough to take up a whole wall. When we got to the house we were staying at, we had put the Grinch up on the wall. At the house was where most of the strangeness occurred, but first things first. We arrived at the concert and were greeted by the entire cast of 90210. Then we had to ditch our cars and go find parking spots. They had us stand next to the parking spot we planned on using. we were doing it wrong though, so the man doing the parking yelled at us and it kind of sucked.

Time sort of skipped ahead to the house at this point so we were never actually at the concert. At the house we were all just sitting around and getting ready for bed (with the grinch on the wall, of course). Here is where the strangeness of me taking on other people's thoughts and feelings came. Linda was incredibly horny, so she propositioned Ben and they decided to have sex. Yup, right there in front of us. In fact, I was on the bed with her at that point. So they were going at it, and then I started feeling what she was feeling, and sort of became her. But I could still see her, and she was sort of grinding against me at one point. So hmm. I don't know. It was pretty weird. But the next thing that happened was for Ben to get up and go to the bathroom when it was over. For some reason there was a bar right outside the bedroom where we were sleeping, and when Ben started talking to the bartender, I sort of became him. Or, maybe I just became omniscient. But anyway, I heard what he was talking about even thought I was in a different room. He was talking about what an unsatisfying sexual experience it had been and how bad it sucked and stuff. When he came back in, Linda was still rather horny (apparently she hadn't been satisfied either) so she started rubbing herself against him and doing whatever she could to get herself off.

Eventually we all just went to bed. The smoke alarm woke us up in the morning (I have a sneaking suspicion that the smoke alarm went off at my house this morning). And we ended up walking around Boston. Parts of it were obviously Boston, but parts of it were some strange hybrid that I came up with in my head. But it was at that point that I noticed that Ben wasn't really Ben. I don't know who he really was....but he didn't look like Ben. Granted, I don't know exactly what he looks like, But I've seen him once, and that was definitely not him. So. yeah, I remember thinking in the dream that that was weird. But eh, oh well, right?

THEN, our friend (whom I'm thinking more and more was Becca) brought us back to her house and showed us her bedroom. It wasn't the same room we had slept in. Apparently we had used another room? But anyway. It was really cold in her room, and she had a cat. That's all that mattered about that.

I think that's when I woke up. It's odd that the dream was so long in the first place, and I don't remember anything after that. Oh well.

So yeah, that was my weird dream. Linda fucking Ben right in front of me. What the fuck does that mean? Oh, I'm sure it's not that hard to figure out.