So last ” night” (more like morning, I slept from 5am to 1pm) I had not one dream, but two! And both were relatively shitty dreams, I’d say. One was about walking home aimlessly in complete darkness, and the other one was about Odin the Baby Eater. Yes, baby eater. I don’t know what the fuck I’ve been watching, but baby eater certainly wasn’t part of it, right?
So I remember my first dream starting around going down an elevator in a four story building. It was vaguely familiar, like I’ve been to it in another dream. It felt like it was a school building, though there wasn’t much in the way to pointing to it as such, something about it felt very school-like. The elevator actually had an indicator above the elevator or so indicating what floor it was on, a scrolling red marquee. This is so much more better that so many elevators at Berkeley even. So I was waiting in front of the elevator with some random girl I didn’t know, and then the elevator reached the fourth floor, and the elevator here, it works very oddly. The first door we were waiting at was like a normal door, and only when the elevator reached our floor could we go in and get to the real elevator slidey door. Yeah, absolutely weird. There was a janitor inside the anteroom, cleaning out the trash bins that seemed to have a couple of shot glasses in them. I think the time of the year was Christmas, and some crazy frat boys or something were celebrating or something. Inside the elevator were around 3 two liter bottles of “soda”. They looked rather suspect, the bottles were rather beaten up, and one of them was around 3/4ths full. There seemed to be shot glasses inside the trash bin as well. And so after putting the trash bin on my head for protection, I then took it off. Or something to that effect, it was kind of blurry here, all I remember is putting something on my head for vague purposes of protection. I then decided to bring the three bottles of suspect soda home, but upon leaving the elevator on the first floor, I thought better of it and just left it on the ground.
And then I enter onto the street, and it is pitch black, and the doors seemed to let me, illogically, into an alleyway. Of course, at first I didn’t really know it was an alleyway, since it was pitch black, partially because for some reason my hair wouldn’t get out of my face, so I couldn’t see jack shit. And then for some reason I insisted on keeping my music in my ears rather loud, and I didn’t want to take the earphones out either. I begun to walk aimlessly in the dark, somehow keeping along the straight of the alleyway without bumping into walls or tripping. So, feeling somewhat unsafe (what, blind, deaf, don’t know where you are, of course you’d feel unsafe) I start to scream. I scream while walking down the alleyway. I guess it was as some sort of defence mechanism or something along the lines of “they wouldn’t rape a screaming person, it’s too easy to get caught.” My hair began to relax it’s hold on me a bit and I could see for short periods. What I saw was people running down the alleyway, one at a time, the opposite direction to my movement. I wanted to trip these people, I guess as some sort of self defence, but I decided not to, since they seemed somewhat gang-related to me. Finally, I reach the end of the alleyway, and there was streetlights, I saw the people that were running down the alleyway (none too savoury characters, but not that bad, I guess), and then I just started making my way home….except I still didn’t know where the hell I was. Somehow, I stumbled my way to my uncle’s house, excepting it looked nothing like his house and looked more like a couple of portables with him sitting outside it under some canopy, reading, despite there being barely any light beyond the street lights. He volunteered to take me home, and that dream ended there, and if only all my dreams for the night ended there.
I then had random flashes of “Odin the Intestine Eater” or something. Basically, images of a bearded man that had a baby dissected open before him, still living and crying. He was tearing a piece of intestine from the baby’s guts with his teeth. He then ate it, but with great difficulty, and it looked quite distasteful to him. He seemed to have to choke himself to swallow it against his body’s will. Then, he rips out the still beating heart, and eats that as well. The baby then seemed to collapse into a pile of corpse. The last image I had before waking up was of a twisted pinwheel made of the baby’s shriveled body parts.
Yes, I am seriously mentally disturbed. I had no idea what would prompt me to dream of shit like that. Well, I did read the Wikipedia article for Uzumaki (body horror manga) and a short (read: long) livejournal post on Twilight and Mormons that talked about imprinting on babies (I have no idea how I got to it, I don’t remember at all), so my mind could have synthesized that into my dream. Or I could just be off my rocker.
Listening to: Raito-Blood Drain, from Melty Blood Actress Again. I can actually emulate it on PS2! Frame rates aren’t perfect, but at least it’s not 12 fps like Fate/Unlimited Codes. One day, I will obtain me a PC that can run it better though…one day.
im hungry
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