Weird dreams from being sick
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I didn’t sleep too well last night, so I’m feeling pretty tired at work. Also, my cold has progressed to a painful cough, so I’m not feeling too hot either.
My first dream is kind of weird and disturbing. I’m sleeping in my room, and Kelvin is there, too. I hear my mom getting ready for work and hear her leave, which means it’s pretty early in the morning and it’s still dark. For some reason, I decide to look at the head of my bed, where there’s some shelves and magazines strewn about. I look at the one of the magazines, and there’s a pencil sketch (drawn over an article) of me sleeping. There’s another magazine, and one of the pages also has a pencil sketch of my face. There’s this stone plaque thingy next to my bed that as some art carved in, but my face is also carved into the stone. I’m hella creeped out, so I wake Kelvin and asked if he did this. He’s really groggy and says no, and he tells me to go back to sleep. I’m like, “I think I have a stalker! Aren’t you worried?” He says no and tells me to go asleep again, and then he passes out. So I go back to sleep and wake up a couple hours later, when the sun is up and my room is lighted. I see in the wall in front of my bed, and there are tons of small sketches of faces on the wall done in pencil. Some are incomplete; some are clearly my head. Kelvin has finally come to the conclusion that I have, which is I have a stalker. And then I hear movement outside my room, which is strange because my mom already left for work. We open the door, and I see my mom in a bathrobe… but I see two of her. These mom-clones freak out when they see me and run away. I chase after one and knock her down, but I have a hard time knocking her out because… well, she looks like my mom. But I know my mom left for work, so this isn’t her. Or is this like some weird part of her, like my mom has been split into three people (one of whom sits in my room while I’m sleeping drawing sketches of me)? My mind is all hella confused, but whoever I was shaking up has finally passed out, so I go look for the other one. It’s around this time that I wake up in real life, coughing my lungs out around 6AM.
I have a hard time getting back to sleep (especially since I have to wake up pretty soon), but I eventually do. My second dream is more vague and hard to remember. It starts off with some about Ratchet & Clank. I’m not sure if I’m playing the game or if I’m in the Ratchet & Clank universe. Eventually I’m in some concert venue (I’m not sure if this is the same dream or a different dream). It’s pretty ghetto, some weird covered outdoor thing (similar to that one outdoorsy-tent conference room at the San Jose Convention center). It’s not even the entire hall, it’s just a part of it sectioned off. There’s a stage on the end where bands play, and there’s a bunch of folding chairs lining up the rest of the open space. I’m here to support my boyfriend, who apparently isn’t Kelvin and is some guy who looks like the lead singer of Blink182. I know he’s not the lead singer of Blink182 because he looks younger and his bandmates don’t like the Blink182 guys. His band is playing at the end, so we’re sitting around waiting for the opening acts to start. From the stage distance-wise, we’re in the middle. I leave to get some drinks, and when I come back, my boyfriend and his bandmates are no longer where I found them. Some girl with a headset comes and finds me and tells me to go to the front, where we apparently have seats now. So I go sit next to my rocker boyfriend (our seats look like… speakers or something), and the show begins. The first band is some weird otaku band, with everyone wearing some sort of cosplay outfit. They sound pretty horrible. They finish, asking the audience vote for them at some amateur contest this music thingy is supporting. The next group is some old fogie hippie band. They’re pretty decent. One of the women in their group (or maybe she’s a groupie, no idea) comes to the front row, trying to sell us some homemade alcoholic beverages the band makes. She doesn’t ask me for money, she asks me to trade her something. I tell her I have nothing to trade, and I don’t want her beverage. She’s like, “That’s alright, I’ll just give him (directed at my boyfriend) two then.” So he gets these two weird capsule container thingies, and he shows me how to open them. The drink inside looks like ginger ale. My boyfriend takes a big gulp, but then all of sudden starts coughing, maybe because the drink is too strong. As this is happening, I notice that my boyfriend is no longer some rocker guy, it’s back to Kelvin, and he’s really not digging the drink. (Reminds of when Kelvin drank some Assailant: 1 2 .) I give the drink a shot, and it doesn’t taste that bad. I keep asking if he’s okay, and then I wake up in real life. I lay in bed for an extra hour because I feel terrible, and I eventually arrive at work late.
Anyways, I hope you guys found that an entertaining read. Feel free to offer up interpretations as to what it all means. I’m going to get back to my lunch from Jack-in-the-Box: Fish sandwich, curly fries, and mint milkshake (all that stuff is GREAT for a cold…).
I didn’t sleep too well last night, so I’m feeling pretty tired at work. Also, my cold has progressed to a painful cough, so I’m not feeling too hot either.
My first dream is kind of weird and disturbing. I’m sleeping in my room, and Kelvin is there, too. I hear my mom getting ready for work and hear her leave, which means it’s pretty early in the morning and it’s still dark. For some reason, I decide to look at the head of my bed, where there’s some shelves and magazines strewn about. I look at the one of the magazines, and there’s a pencil sketch (drawn over an article) of me sleeping. There’s another magazine, and one of the pages also has a pencil sketch of my face. There’s this stone plaque thingy next to my bed that as some art carved in, but my face is also carved into the stone. I’m hella creeped out, so I wake Kelvin and asked if he did this. He’s really groggy and says no, and he tells me to go back to sleep. I’m like, “I think I have a stalker! Aren’t you worried?” He says no and tells me to go asleep again, and then he passes out. So I go back to sleep and wake up a couple hours later, when the sun is up and my room is lighted. I see in the wall in front of my bed, and there are tons of small sketches of faces on the wall done in pencil. Some are incomplete; some are clearly my head. Kelvin has finally come to the conclusion that I have, which is I have a stalker. And then I hear movement outside my room, which is strange because my mom already left for work. We open the door, and I see my mom in a bathrobe… but I see two of her. These mom-clones freak out when they see me and run away. I chase after one and knock her down, but I have a hard time knocking her out because… well, she looks like my mom. But I know my mom left for work, so this isn’t her. Or is this like some weird part of her, like my mom has been split into three people (one of whom sits in my room while I’m sleeping drawing sketches of me)? My mind is all hella confused, but whoever I was shaking up has finally passed out, so I go look for the other one. It’s around this time that I wake up in real life, coughing my lungs out around 6AM.
I have a hard time getting back to sleep (especially since I have to wake up pretty soon), but I eventually do. My second dream is more vague and hard to remember. It starts off with some about Ratchet & Clank. I’m not sure if I’m playing the game or if I’m in the Ratchet & Clank universe. Eventually I’m in some concert venue (I’m not sure if this is the same dream or a different dream). It’s pretty ghetto, some weird covered outdoor thing (similar to that one outdoorsy-tent conference room at the San Jose Convention center). It’s not even the entire hall, it’s just a part of it sectioned off. There’s a stage on the end where bands play, and there’s a bunch of folding chairs lining up the rest of the open space. I’m here to support my boyfriend, who apparently isn’t Kelvin and is some guy who looks like the lead singer of Blink182. I know he’s not the lead singer of Blink182 because he looks younger and his bandmates don’t like the Blink182 guys. His band is playing at the end, so we’re sitting around waiting for the opening acts to start. From the stage distance-wise, we’re in the middle. I leave to get some drinks, and when I come back, my boyfriend and his bandmates are no longer where I found them. Some girl with a headset comes and finds me and tells me to go to the front, where we apparently have seats now. So I go sit next to my rocker boyfriend (our seats look like… speakers or something), and the show begins. The first band is some weird otaku band, with everyone wearing some sort of cosplay outfit. They sound pretty horrible. They finish, asking the audience vote for them at some amateur contest this music thingy is supporting. The next group is some old fogie hippie band. They’re pretty decent. One of the women in their group (or maybe she’s a groupie, no idea) comes to the front row, trying to sell us some homemade alcoholic beverages the band makes. She doesn’t ask me for money, she asks me to trade her something. I tell her I have nothing to trade, and I don’t want her beverage. She’s like, “That’s alright, I’ll just give him (directed at my boyfriend) two then.” So he gets these two weird capsule container thingies, and he shows me how to open them. The drink inside looks like ginger ale. My boyfriend takes a big gulp, but then all of sudden starts coughing, maybe because the drink is too strong. As this is happening, I notice that my boyfriend is no longer some rocker guy, it’s back to Kelvin, and he’s really not digging the drink. (Reminds of when Kelvin drank some Assailant: 1 2 .) I give the drink a shot, and it doesn’t taste that bad. I keep asking if he’s okay, and then I wake up in real life. I lay in bed for an extra hour because I feel terrible, and I eventually arrive at work late.
Anyways, I hope you guys found that an entertaining read. Feel free to offer up interpretations as to what it all means. I’m going to get back to my lunch from Jack-in-the-Box: Fish sandwich, curly fries, and mint milkshake (all that stuff is GREAT for a cold…).
