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Nightmares Yes, I know I'm AWOL. Yes, I know you're all pissed at me for it. But right now, I'm in a weird head space and I really don't care. So bitch away. I'll explain more when I'm up to it. But I'm writing today because of a dream I had last night. In the dream, I was back home. I mean, my childhood home, my childhood town. I was in a local pizza parlor and I was the only patron. Then some guy came in with a bunch of flowers, set the arrangement down on a counter, took out a gun and aimed it at me. Somehow, I managed to fight the guy, he fell, hit his head and died. The flowers had a cam in them, but facing away as he put them down wrong. I left the camera facing the wall, so whomever was watching wouldn't know I was still alive. It was then I realized it was a professional hit. I went home and went in the house. I was looking for my mother, as somehow, I found out in that part of the dream I can't quite remember, that it was a hit on my entire family. I went out to the garage, where my father was and there were dozens of flower arrangements. He told me that they had just been delivered. He told me my mother was out having her hair done and when I told him about the hit, he told me I was being ridiculous, no one was out to get us. That's when I decided to take off, go hide somewhere and basically leave him to his fate. I ended up in a different strip mall in my home town, one that had been expanded and was busy. I went into another pizza place, (I know, this is becoming a theme of the dream,) and there was my sister and her family. I was telling her about it when I saw this weird leather jacket, with large leather spikes on it. I just KNEW it was the other hitman. Then I saw him. I told my sister about the hit and we all decided to get out of there. But I had knocked down the jacket and I couldn't get it back on the chair. So I told them I'd meet them in the parking lot, as I could see the hitman on line and he had a bit of a wait. I finally got out to the parking lot, which was packed and I couldn't find my sister. So I went down to the other end of the strip mall and I got to the bagel place when they were just closing. The one woman who I've never seen before this dream said to me, "you were right. It's never the first customer that's the problem, it's always the millionth." I said to her, "let me guess. Tall guy, dark hair, spiky leather jacket?" She told me that was right and I told her what was happening. She told me to get in her car, if we didn't find my sister, then she would take me home and hide me until all of this blew over. Then I woke up. But I woke up CERTAIN that there really was a hit on me and my life was in danger. I hate dreams like that. I've been having really fucked up dreams lately and not able to tell if they're reality that happened when I was half awake or just dreams. It's been weird lately in my mind. So, how are all of you doing? Any of you being stalked in your dreams? And does anyone have the slightest idea of what that dream means?  |
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OK, what I left out, as I was typing too fast... The first hitman was right out of "Boondock Saints." It was the hitman who hosted the poker party. The second hitman looked just like Michael Bay. I had been watching "Danger Man" before going to bed. I found the movie online. You know, Patrick McGoohan as John Drake, before Drake became Number 6. In the movie, he was in Tokyo to break up an assassination ring and they were using poison pellets in flower arrangements to kill people. So I know that that factored in. But the pizza and bagels and my long dead father? And pizza parlors being a running theme?
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I've been having the usual "anxiety dreams" ya get when ur knocked up. They're weird as fuck but not nearly as out there as urs. I couldn't even begin to guess what it means. The only thing I HAVE to do is eat, shit, and die. Everything else is a choice.
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2/13/2008 1:12 pm |
Actually, I've been doing ok lately. As for dreams, the last one I remember involved a good friend of mine from the US coming to visit Australia, and me showing her around in a couple of cities. That's a dream that I'd like to come true! AND THE WINNER IS ~~~~ [post 2692868]
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Sounds like the sort of dreams I get if I eat cheese and proper chocolate just before bed. Don't ever give up searching for the fun in life.
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2/13/2008 3:50 pm |
Oooh, MissAnn, I don't think I'd like that sort of dream. Horrid. It's obviously a dietary message: avoid pizza parlours or you will die  Seriously, glad to hear you are ok. Blogito ergo sum.
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2/13/2008 5:34 pm |
One guess? You're craving a GOOD pizza from back in Jersey...hence the pizza joints. The rest? Subconscious crap reviewing what you watched before bed lol. Busy as hell on my end. Have had some fucked up dreams, but the reason was figured and solved quickly, thankfully! I'm leaving the site end of March. To those who want to keep in touch, see blog for details.
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2/13/2008 7:29 pm |
Missed ya, chick. Maybe I'll see you soon!
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2/13/2008 11:04 pm |
Pizza connection and heroin, maybe? It is reaching into the boondocks, you know.
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Sounds like you're concerned about food and the welfare of your family and frustrated that no one listens to you. Did you recently quit smoking by using "the patch?"
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I'm sort of in the Medard Boss school of dream interpretation--I don't hold much stock in dreams being full of static symbols. The meanings, I think, are highly personal. I've had dreams where my house is surrounded by menacing looking vagrants (who I know are dangerous) and none of the locks on my doors work. John Lee Hooker Recommended: [blog lucyjane78]
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