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[Sep. 12th, 2006|07:46 am] |
Wow...
Of all the weird dreams I've ever said I've had, or complained of...I think this dream officially tops everything. It was fucking weird, stressful, and I woke up so tense and upset. I suppose I'll attempt at explaining it...but we all know I'm terrible at it. It won't come out nearly as real as it felt. Or whatever.
So...it started out with me being in Boston by myself. In all senses, it wasn't Boston at all, but in my dream it was, we all know how that is. I wasn't in the city part. I was standing on the edge of a highway with no traffic, and with barriers that were crumbing, and re-routed traffic on the other side, which was pretty sparse. Before me, there was an awful scene of what just sort of looked like mashed up and spread-out meat and a couple of young teenagers clothes and shoes lying on the pavement. I was just sort of looking at it when I was approached by a boy that was about thirteen. He told me that he and his two friends had been skateboarding in the highway, and that what appeared to be meat in the highway was the unrecognizable pulp of his friends. He told me that I was the first to have come by here, so I had to help him. Eventually a couple other people came by and left. For some reason, whenever people came by to talk to the boy, they had to crouch behind the barrier of the highway. For some reason, no one here wanted to be seen by people driving by. Somehow we got a cop to come by and talk to the kid and myself. When the kid was describing what had happened he kept changing the story from accident, to murder, and then told me that it had been the cop all along that had murdered his friends. The cop and I didn't believe him, and put up signs around the scene that said something about asking for information on the murder. Then I rode the train into Boston. I was looking for Matt, and kept calling him on his cell phone, but he wouldnt answer. I guess we were supposed to meet somewhere and he was late. I realized I was waiting for him in the wrong spot, and got on another train and went somewhere else. I didn't go up to ground level when I got off, but rather just stayed underground, expecting him to find me there. After a few more calls I got on another train again to relocate myself once more. On this train there was someone I knew (I don't remember who) already there, and I started talking to them. I called Matt a couple more times from the train, but he wouldn't pick up still. I got off at a different stop, and began going up the stairs to ground level, when I realized that I had left my phone and my wallet on the train. I asked people for help about how I could get back to the one I'd left my things on, and they told me I could get on a different train to somewhere else and I might intercept it. I did what they told me, with the intentions of coming back to where I was before, but immediately after stepping off the train I forgot the name of the place where I had come from. I asked someone else if they had heard about the murder and if so, if they could direct me to the train that would take me closest to there. When they did that, and I got on this train, I forgot the name of the place where I had just been, although I was trying very hard to remember so I wouldn't get even more lost than I was. I managed to run into a dozen or so people I recognized from home in real life, and they all helped me get places, and get food, but all I cared about was finding Matt. I figured he must have been so angry with me for not picking up my phone, and I felt so stupid for having left it on that train. I repeated the sequence of getting on a train and forgetting where I was before a lot more times. I eventually got so lost and confused, I had no hope of ever finding my phone, or where Matt was, and I had no way to reach him. Someone even told me I had traveled all the way to New York, and when I tried to catch the same train I was on that brought me there, I forgot which one to take before it ever returned to the station.
Thats pretty much how it ended. I woke up because of the trucks making their truck-noise outside of my window, as usual. I tried to catch Matt on aim because I knew he'd be on for a tiny bit this morning, but I missed him by a little...as usual. But yea. Thats it. I guess I wanted to write that down before I forgot. I don't know why I wrote it here. |
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