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These are normal for me, I do not take meds, and sober of all substances, and was told by a psychologist to seek help. Wtf, right?
The Rapist
Last night, I dreamt I was a tall blonde teenage girl, who knew martial arts and had a child. The child-girl's name was Kalie, and she was raised as my mother's daughter / my sister.
I dreamt I had been sexually abused as a small child and grew up strong and not-scarred. The father's brother Joey had come to visit, and was watching Kalie go pee, even though se was trying to cover herself and make him go away (from the potty).
The bathroom was filled with plants, so it looked like a jungle house, and I went in since the door wasn't locked, to find Joey undoing his pants and trying to touch her. He looked up to me and smiled, saying," You grew up real nice.. you want to play,too?" His scraggly appearance reminded me of a redneck trucker. Ruffled, collared red plaid button-up shirt with ripped off sleeves, driver's tan, mussed up dark brown-turning grey hair under his cap, thinned blue jean pants with scratches and frayed ankles, and work boots. Smoking a cigarette.
In turn, however, I threw a towel on Kalie and acted like I was going to punch him, but instead reverse-roundhouse kicked his gut, then axe-kicked his skull into the floor. He half-fell, landing on one knee and holding himself up, so I went to kick his fucking teeth out, when the father and mother walked in.
There was a cutscene where I was talking with father and mother, and mother ran off crying while I told them what I saw. Father bent back in his chair, we werein the kitchen which also as full of plants, though there were mood-shadows everywhere like one sees in movies. At any rate, he sat back until all but his lower torso and legs were in shadow, I could see his round glasses reflecting light at the smoke his cigarette was making.
He smiled at me, and said,"But you used to like to play. Don't you remember our reindeer games when your mother and brothers would go and find us that tree?" I screamed and ran off to my room, crying. This room was a dusky baby blue, and had light grey shelves with knicknacks everywhere. The white door was locked, and I fell asleep, only to awaken at 4:20 a.m.
I grabbed a backpack no one would notice gone, made my bed, and packed essentials, left the cellphone behind. I got Kalie a pack, and held her hand as we walked through a small halway of doors, down stairs, and outside. She was hefted on my backpack, and held on for life as I ran us away from that house, past barns and houses and many days later, we arrived at a large city's suburbs, and made our way to a large and out-of-the-way hotel.
Kalie and I dressed into some fancier clothing, and I acted as though I were entitled to service, with a stolen credit card I had somehow acquired from an open window on the way. The staff gave us no trouble, and we stayed only long enough to leave the card, clean up, remove fingerprints, and change again. On our way out, the uncle Joey was there. I walked toward him, on purpose, with an act like I wasn't noticing anything, I talked loudly with Kalie, to make people know we were there as Joey looked up at us.
The hotel registry fellow looked at Joey as though he knew nothing good would come, and called security, whom called the police. We got close enough that Kalie looked up, screamed, and ran away (where a hotel lady gabbed her and held her shaking body). I stopped, acted like I was scared, and hotel staff and security walked up. Joey yanked out a pistol, shot a few people, and I ran into the women's bathroom.
There, I locked the feeble door, and looked around. Oddly, the bathroom looked like one at a house, with shower, sink, toilet, towel rack, and clothing hamper. I saw nowhere easy to hide, and pulled out a pocket knife (which was extemely sharp), and cut a hole into the wall.
I climbed into the hole, and hid in the wall that was facing the sink, but whose outside-wall-area was the lobby of the hotel. Joey walked in, yelling about me not hiding from him, him touching Kalie, and trying to provoke me out. There was a small scratch I had somehow made that I could see through.
Joey shot holes in the walls until his bullets were gone, missing me by a foot or so. He pulled a mallet out, and began crushing the wall in sections, yelling about his penis and how it had taken the innocence of many young ones.
Thankfully...
The police rammed the door down, jumped him, didn't shoot me when I ran out of the hole in the wall, and jumped on the cop-pile. I reached out, grabbed his hair and ripped out tufts until the cops removed me. They held tight until I discovered the officer holding me didn't wear a cup today, and ran to get Kalie.
Cutscene again, and I was in court with lawyers, taking Joey, the father, the mother, and the brothers to justice. The first two for the acts, and the second two for not trying to stop it, for watching and allowing it to happen, for everything that dream-me had to go through.
Kalie was taken care of by doctors, and she and I lived happily ever after.
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Zombie Gears
I was running in a luxuriously furnished hospital that looked like a red/gold theme type you generally see on TV. I ran past, and jumped over many people screaming, being eaten alive, or just plain in a panic. Eventually, a hallway came around and I ran into it, my fingers thumping a hollow sound. The hall opened a fall-style door and a man (whom resembled Mr. Sirius Black, pre-OotP) pulled me inside.
My pregnant friend was there, lounging on an ottoman (sp?). She only spoke to me to convey her worries of food.
I had my usual array of drawing utensils, and made the walls pretty while we waited. The room was soundproof, and time went on forever. People died, we lit lighters, and cooked their flesh. More n more died, until it was only my friend, the Sirius guy, and me.
One day, we heard talking outside the wall somehow, we quieted, and listened in horror. The zombies had leaders, intelligent zombies much like those of Chronicles of Riddick, but imagine them more Chinese styled in terms of dress. One such looked like that Bodyguard from Code Geass, and it was he whom opened the fall-door somehow.
Lesser zombies swarmed my friend first, and I watched as they ate her body, ripping out her baby for ther feasting. A smaller group ran at the Sirius guy, and the Code Geass-like high zombie grabbed me before the lessers could advance. He lifted me above his head, and we walked into what was once the E.R., now a zombie royal court, with a hive queen (who resembled the Borg Queen, and the King from Hellboy 2 (movie) and a royal consort (who looked very German, olde world style).
The Chinese Code Geass zombie dropped me, where I ripped out my pens and began drawing crosses all over my body. The Queen freaked, and demanded I be captured and eaten. The zombies were lunging at me, trying to bite, but I can only assume they were darkness element, as the crosses (a major holy element symbol (thank you D&D) were burning their fragile skin away.
I rememer the smell of death, chemical, and dead blood in the air as I fell into a conveniently placed cow trough, and zombies began smacking my pen away. So, I used my finger nails to cut crosses into my skin, and rip on my clothing.
I fell on my back in it, and there was a horrid HHHRRRSSSSHHH and hissing and bone-popping cacophany as the zombie horde tried to get at me... only to be burned by all of the crosses.
I woke when my boyfriend turned up his TV, as a huge high zombie started to face-lunge me, and the noise of the random Locust mobs sounded like the zombies I was tortured by startled me up.
The Rapist
Last night, I dreamt I was a tall blonde teenage girl, who knew martial arts and had a child. The child-girl's name was Kalie, and she was raised as my mother's daughter / my sister.
I dreamt I had been sexually abused as a small child and grew up strong and not-scarred. The father's brother Joey had come to visit, and was watching Kalie go pee, even though se was trying to cover herself and make him go away (from the potty).
The bathroom was filled with plants, so it looked like a jungle house, and I went in since the door wasn't locked, to find Joey undoing his pants and trying to touch her. He looked up to me and smiled, saying," You grew up real nice.. you want to play,too?" His scraggly appearance reminded me of a redneck trucker. Ruffled, collared red plaid button-up shirt with ripped off sleeves, driver's tan, mussed up dark brown-turning grey hair under his cap, thinned blue jean pants with scratches and frayed ankles, and work boots. Smoking a cigarette.
In turn, however, I threw a towel on Kalie and acted like I was going to punch him, but instead reverse-roundhouse kicked his gut, then axe-kicked his skull into the floor. He half-fell, landing on one knee and holding himself up, so I went to kick his fucking teeth out, when the father and mother walked in.
There was a cutscene where I was talking with father and mother, and mother ran off crying while I told them what I saw. Father bent back in his chair, we werein the kitchen which also as full of plants, though there were mood-shadows everywhere like one sees in movies. At any rate, he sat back until all but his lower torso and legs were in shadow, I could see his round glasses reflecting light at the smoke his cigarette was making.
He smiled at me, and said,"But you used to like to play. Don't you remember our reindeer games when your mother and brothers would go and find us that tree?" I screamed and ran off to my room, crying. This room was a dusky baby blue, and had light grey shelves with knicknacks everywhere. The white door was locked, and I fell asleep, only to awaken at 4:20 a.m.
I grabbed a backpack no one would notice gone, made my bed, and packed essentials, left the cellphone behind. I got Kalie a pack, and held her hand as we walked through a small halway of doors, down stairs, and outside. She was hefted on my backpack, and held on for life as I ran us away from that house, past barns and houses and many days later, we arrived at a large city's suburbs, and made our way to a large and out-of-the-way hotel.
Kalie and I dressed into some fancier clothing, and I acted as though I were entitled to service, with a stolen credit card I had somehow acquired from an open window on the way. The staff gave us no trouble, and we stayed only long enough to leave the card, clean up, remove fingerprints, and change again. On our way out, the uncle Joey was there. I walked toward him, on purpose, with an act like I wasn't noticing anything, I talked loudly with Kalie, to make people know we were there as Joey looked up at us.
The hotel registry fellow looked at Joey as though he knew nothing good would come, and called security, whom called the police. We got close enough that Kalie looked up, screamed, and ran away (where a hotel lady gabbed her and held her shaking body). I stopped, acted like I was scared, and hotel staff and security walked up. Joey yanked out a pistol, shot a few people, and I ran into the women's bathroom.
There, I locked the feeble door, and looked around. Oddly, the bathroom looked like one at a house, with shower, sink, toilet, towel rack, and clothing hamper. I saw nowhere easy to hide, and pulled out a pocket knife (which was extemely sharp), and cut a hole into the wall.
I climbed into the hole, and hid in the wall that was facing the sink, but whose outside-wall-area was the lobby of the hotel. Joey walked in, yelling about me not hiding from him, him touching Kalie, and trying to provoke me out. There was a small scratch I had somehow made that I could see through.
Joey shot holes in the walls until his bullets were gone, missing me by a foot or so. He pulled a mallet out, and began crushing the wall in sections, yelling about his penis and how it had taken the innocence of many young ones.
Thankfully...
The police rammed the door down, jumped him, didn't shoot me when I ran out of the hole in the wall, and jumped on the cop-pile. I reached out, grabbed his hair and ripped out tufts until the cops removed me. They held tight until I discovered the officer holding me didn't wear a cup today, and ran to get Kalie.
Cutscene again, and I was in court with lawyers, taking Joey, the father, the mother, and the brothers to justice. The first two for the acts, and the second two for not trying to stop it, for watching and allowing it to happen, for everything that dream-me had to go through.
Kalie was taken care of by doctors, and she and I lived happily ever after.
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Zombie Gears
I was running in a luxuriously furnished hospital that looked like a red/gold theme type you generally see on TV. I ran past, and jumped over many people screaming, being eaten alive, or just plain in a panic. Eventually, a hallway came around and I ran into it, my fingers thumping a hollow sound. The hall opened a fall-style door and a man (whom resembled Mr. Sirius Black, pre-OotP) pulled me inside.
My pregnant friend was there, lounging on an ottoman (sp?). She only spoke to me to convey her worries of food.
I had my usual array of drawing utensils, and made the walls pretty while we waited. The room was soundproof, and time went on forever. People died, we lit lighters, and cooked their flesh. More n more died, until it was only my friend, the Sirius guy, and me.
One day, we heard talking outside the wall somehow, we quieted, and listened in horror. The zombies had leaders, intelligent zombies much like those of Chronicles of Riddick, but imagine them more Chinese styled in terms of dress. One such looked like that Bodyguard from Code Geass, and it was he whom opened the fall-door somehow.
Lesser zombies swarmed my friend first, and I watched as they ate her body, ripping out her baby for ther feasting. A smaller group ran at the Sirius guy, and the Code Geass-like high zombie grabbed me before the lessers could advance. He lifted me above his head, and we walked into what was once the E.R., now a zombie royal court, with a hive queen (who resembled the Borg Queen, and the King from Hellboy 2 (movie) and a royal consort (who looked very German, olde world style).
The Chinese Code Geass zombie dropped me, where I ripped out my pens and began drawing crosses all over my body. The Queen freaked, and demanded I be captured and eaten. The zombies were lunging at me, trying to bite, but I can only assume they were darkness element, as the crosses (a major holy element symbol (thank you D&D) were burning their fragile skin away.
I rememer the smell of death, chemical, and dead blood in the air as I fell into a conveniently placed cow trough, and zombies began smacking my pen away. So, I used my finger nails to cut crosses into my skin, and rip on my clothing.
I fell on my back in it, and there was a horrid HHHRRRSSSSHHH and hissing and bone-popping cacophany as the zombie horde tried to get at me... only to be burned by all of the crosses.
I woke when my boyfriend turned up his TV, as a huge high zombie started to face-lunge me, and the noise of the random Locust mobs sounded like the zombies I was tortured by startled me up.
and it kept screaming "EEEAT MEEEEE!!! EEEAT MEEEEE!!!" 
I don't remember what I ate before bed, but I don't think it was anything strange!
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