n.
1. A series of images, ideas, emotions, and sensations occurring involuntarily in the mind during certain stages of sleep.
2. A daydream, a reverie.
3. A state of abstraction, a trance.
I'm walking down a city street. Ladeedah. Then some guy in a black trenchcoat comes up and offers me a lollipop that's red. I scream bloodly murder (I have no idea why) and run into a warehouse.
Inside the warehouse there are large-ish black coily tube things all piled on each other. Sort of like those play-tubes at Burger King, or McDonald's. So. Anyway. I scream again.
Then I wake myself up screaming. What?
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Murder With a Guitar Case
I had this dream in preschool. It was so traumatizing, I kept crying everytime I ever had a student teacher. Anyways.
I was in my preschool class, and my teacher had hired two student teachers. One was a guy that wore plaid shirts, and one was a lady with nice brown hair.
While our class was playing in the playground, the guy S.T. (student teacher) strangled the girl S.T. and wrapped her up in toilet paper and stuffed her in a guitar case. She fit. Don't ask me how.
When we came in we asked where she had gone. He said he didnt' know. Then I saw the guitar case shaking and a muffled cry. I screamed and started to run out the door. The guy S.T. pulled out a ten inch knife shaped to little kids throats and he ran after us.
We jumped on a pickup truck and he drove us away. That was it. It was still scary though.
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Kite Father
So. In my dream my dad died. I was sad, as should anyone be when their father dies.
But.
Instead of really, you know, leaving, as most dead people do, he transformed into a kite and anchored himself to our front lawn. But I could talk to him. So it was kind of nice, except he couldn't do a lot of the fatherly things, like drive me around, or...yup.
Pretty soon our lawn was covered with kites my dad had made friends with. I could hear all of them talk. And it got really annoying.
The last scene I remember is sitting there at night, watching all the kites fly around me and crying.
Then I woke up. Crying. And I didn't know why.
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