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newnumber6In this entry... A new Stephen King short story, Giant Cockroaches. Gold bugs. A brain turning slowly to crystal. Cats that were once humans. And all from the last 24 hours.
Yeah, a bit of a weird night, especially since I only had about 5 hours sleep, it felt like more because all the dreams.
One, for some reason I dreamed this one as a short story. It was visual, but there was sort of a background narration too. And it was a Stephen King short story. No, I don't know why it was. Maybe cause I just finished reading a book of his son's. *shrug*.
Anyway, in this story/dream, the protagonist was walking down a street, after having come back from a trip, and musing about the 'monsters' of other cultures that most people thought didn't exist, but now I knew they did. There was a south american giant cockroach like creature. A 'gold bug', which burrowed out of a gold casing and killed whoever happened to have the bug on their possession. A couple others. And as I was recalling it I was lamenting the fact that now that I knew they existed, I was seeing them all the time, sort of like faeries... as long as they were invisible to you, you got a pass, but once they realized you saw them, they'd come after you. The street I was walking on was littered with gold bug husks, and I thought I heard the sound of cockroaches.
(Hey, I never said it was a _good_ story).
That was only one of two giant cockroach dreams. The second one was a lucid dream. I can't recall how it started, but I was walking down a street (a different one from the one above, this was a main street I take home, the other was some small residential street I've never actually been on), and realized I was dreaming. And instead of (well, in addition to) my usual thing of flying, I decided to try something different and recast the whole dream world. The first thing I could think of was post-apocalyptic, so I shifted the world until it was deserted, crumbling cities after a nuclear war, which meant, of course (and this was a deliberate choice I had to summon up rather than a domino happenstance), giant radioactive cockroaches. I flew around a bit marvelling at it, but woke up soon after.
When I got back to sleep, I had a dream. I was telling someone about my mom, who (really) was in the military. In the dream she'd recently come to live in Toronto and was back together with my dad (my parents have been divorced for more of my life than they haven't, but I still occasionally have dreams they're together even if I consciously realize that would not be good). Except in the dream she was about to leave again. Then there was a weird subplot in that where it was revealed that my brain was slowly turning to crystal. There was only a small chunk of normal brain left. It still functioned more or less normally, but when I finally turned to Crystal I would transcend into some sort of energy life form, and there was a chance I'd take anybody nearby along with me, and I think that was one of the reason my mom wanted to leave. At the end of the dream I fell over as the last part of my brain became crystalline.
And, I just had a post-work nap, where I had another vivid dream. In this one I was taking a bus back from a mall, but apparently it was the wrong bus. So after it had turned down a street that I didn't recognize, I eventually decided to get out (there was an old lady who was missing some parts of her shoe and didn't notice when she left the bus, and I picked it up and gave it back to her). Anyway, where I got out was part of a park, where there was a small creek, and across the creek a huge hill, almost a mountain. On the other side was the mall again (except the north part) where I wanted to get back to (in part because I wanted to see where they filmed some TV show there). There were a number of paths across the river and up the hill, but they were weird. One was a rope bridge that led to a staircase, but when I got there I found somebody was tangled up in the bridge and I'd have to climb over them to pass. I tried the next path and there was a sort of climbing challenge, where to had to scale a sheer face of the mountain, with use of wooden supports which also moved on their own. So you kind of had to choose where you grabbed carefully, hold on, pull yourself to the next one, etc. I got to the top only to find you couldn't actually get through... the top was glass, and the object was just to touch it. So I went back down to try and go to the rope bridge again, where I ran into some people, some I knew, some I didn't. I think my dad was there. Anyway, I noticed that a cat was curled up around my leg. One of the men there said that that was his daughter, that she was once human but had turned into a cat. I mentioned what a shame it was, and then I noticed that there was water dripping off his face. My dad suggested there was something wrong with it, but I realized, "no, wait, she's crying. If she was once a human, I guess she must still have human tears", and that us talking about the condition had reminded her of it. He confirmed it, and the sight of this cat-who-was-once human crying touched me. I bent down at the knee and stroked her head and began whispering to her. I can't remember specifically the content of my words, but it was meant to be comforting and a bit along the joking side of being human's not all its cracked up to be, but with an underlying theme of "I understand", and the realization that someone in fact did understand that she was a normal person trapped in the body of a cat, and all that meant for her life made her feel better.
*shrug*. Weird.
Yeah, a bit of a weird night, especially since I only had about 5 hours sleep, it felt like more because all the dreams.
One, for some reason I dreamed this one as a short story. It was visual, but there was sort of a background narration too. And it was a Stephen King short story. No, I don't know why it was. Maybe cause I just finished reading a book of his son's. *shrug*.
Anyway, in this story/dream, the protagonist was walking down a street, after having come back from a trip, and musing about the 'monsters' of other cultures that most people thought didn't exist, but now I knew they did. There was a south american giant cockroach like creature. A 'gold bug', which burrowed out of a gold casing and killed whoever happened to have the bug on their possession. A couple others. And as I was recalling it I was lamenting the fact that now that I knew they existed, I was seeing them all the time, sort of like faeries... as long as they were invisible to you, you got a pass, but once they realized you saw them, they'd come after you. The street I was walking on was littered with gold bug husks, and I thought I heard the sound of cockroaches.
(Hey, I never said it was a _good_ story).
That was only one of two giant cockroach dreams. The second one was a lucid dream. I can't recall how it started, but I was walking down a street (a different one from the one above, this was a main street I take home, the other was some small residential street I've never actually been on), and realized I was dreaming. And instead of (well, in addition to) my usual thing of flying, I decided to try something different and recast the whole dream world. The first thing I could think of was post-apocalyptic, so I shifted the world until it was deserted, crumbling cities after a nuclear war, which meant, of course (and this was a deliberate choice I had to summon up rather than a domino happenstance), giant radioactive cockroaches. I flew around a bit marvelling at it, but woke up soon after.
When I got back to sleep, I had a dream. I was telling someone about my mom, who (really) was in the military. In the dream she'd recently come to live in Toronto and was back together with my dad (my parents have been divorced for more of my life than they haven't, but I still occasionally have dreams they're together even if I consciously realize that would not be good). Except in the dream she was about to leave again. Then there was a weird subplot in that where it was revealed that my brain was slowly turning to crystal. There was only a small chunk of normal brain left. It still functioned more or less normally, but when I finally turned to Crystal I would transcend into some sort of energy life form, and there was a chance I'd take anybody nearby along with me, and I think that was one of the reason my mom wanted to leave. At the end of the dream I fell over as the last part of my brain became crystalline.
And, I just had a post-work nap, where I had another vivid dream. In this one I was taking a bus back from a mall, but apparently it was the wrong bus. So after it had turned down a street that I didn't recognize, I eventually decided to get out (there was an old lady who was missing some parts of her shoe and didn't notice when she left the bus, and I picked it up and gave it back to her). Anyway, where I got out was part of a park, where there was a small creek, and across the creek a huge hill, almost a mountain. On the other side was the mall again (except the north part) where I wanted to get back to (in part because I wanted to see where they filmed some TV show there). There were a number of paths across the river and up the hill, but they were weird. One was a rope bridge that led to a staircase, but when I got there I found somebody was tangled up in the bridge and I'd have to climb over them to pass. I tried the next path and there was a sort of climbing challenge, where to had to scale a sheer face of the mountain, with use of wooden supports which also moved on their own. So you kind of had to choose where you grabbed carefully, hold on, pull yourself to the next one, etc. I got to the top only to find you couldn't actually get through... the top was glass, and the object was just to touch it. So I went back down to try and go to the rope bridge again, where I ran into some people, some I knew, some I didn't. I think my dad was there. Anyway, I noticed that a cat was curled up around my leg. One of the men there said that that was his daughter, that she was once human but had turned into a cat. I mentioned what a shame it was, and then I noticed that there was water dripping off his face. My dad suggested there was something wrong with it, but I realized, "no, wait, she's crying. If she was once a human, I guess she must still have human tears", and that us talking about the condition had reminded her of it. He confirmed it, and the sight of this cat-who-was-once human crying touched me. I bent down at the knee and stroked her head and began whispering to her. I can't remember specifically the content of my words, but it was meant to be comforting and a bit along the joking side of being human's not all its cracked up to be, but with an underlying theme of "I understand", and the realization that someone in fact did understand that she was a normal person trapped in the body of a cat, and all that meant for her life made her feel better.
*shrug*. Weird.
