Shhh. Just come.

[zolac_no_miko]

I had a dream I was in the south of Oregon–heh, in Paisley, no less–with my dad and my brother and my young cousin, a four or five year old girl belonging to my Uncle Gary's family (this cousin does not actually exist). We were getting ready to drive back up to Portland where my brother and I would be returned to our mother, when wee!cousin DISAPPEARED. We went looking for her everywhere and talked to the sheriff's office and we were thinking of staying another night so we could look for her, and I was freaking out about having to call mom and tell her why we wouldn't be home that night and admit that we'd lost our cousin. ...She did eventually show up. She hadn't gone far.

Then I dreamed that I was in middle school again. WORST NIGHTMARE EVER, Y/Y?

It's raining. Again. Still. Always. It makes it very hard for me to get out of bed. It's so warm in my basement bed.

Comments

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

Not just high school, but middle school! 0.0

[zolac-no-miko.livejournal.com]

Dude, middle school is way worse than high school. I liked high school. I didn't really mind middle school, actually, but... eighth graders are the worst people on earth, they are SO OBNOXIOUS.

[b-c-draygon.livejournal.com]

That sounds scary. :( I've never had dreams about losing things (that I can remember). Usually, I'm being chased or running away from something. Not sure what that says about me, heh. Funnily enough, I had a nightmare last night, too.

I dreamed I was in a city with my parents. We were lost, and my Dad kept driving us into gay clubs (yes, in the car, I have no idea what my brain was thinking). Which would've been hilarious if it wasn't for the fact that we were so lost. It was by the sea and there was this weird Doctor-Who-esque swirly thing actually in the sea that looked really pretty as we looked back at it. Then we got out of the car and things went downhill. I got separated from my parents and went into a public toilet because someone threw their drink (or something) at me and it got in my hair, so I was trying to wash it out. This kind lady came over and offered me help, but she said I had to sign a prescription first (IDK, I think she was going to give me painkillers or something?). I signed, asking her friends to keep an eye out for my parents, and she pulled out this towel to dry my hair on. Then I started to leave, but she wouldn't let me go. So, not so nice. I got out of the public toilet and found my parents, but the lady started kicking up a fuss that I'd signed my life away to her (on the prescription thing) and I was now legally her slave. Which was terrifying, because I knew I had signed it and I'd done so willingly, so ... Yeah. Anyway. My dad stood up to them and me and Mum ran away, but I had this horrible feeling that they were going to kill my Dad and then my Mum if they found us. And we were still lost, the whole time, and running through this city at night like crazy people. Thankfully, I then woke up. :/

Even weirder, I had another dream (prior to the scary one) in which I got to hug Simon Pegg for ages. So that makes up for it a bit. I still don't quite trust my subconscious, though ...

Apologies for offloading my nightmares onto you. I'm guessing that wasn't what you were going for when you made this post. It just seemed a strange coincidence that I'd had a nightmare too, especially since I hardly ever remember dreams.

[zolac-no-miko.livejournal.com]

Ooh, that dream sounds way unpleasant! D:

...But the Simon Pegg one sounds nice! I WANT THAT, WHY NOT ME?

Psshh, I wasn't going for anything in particular, I just woke up with the dream still in my head and felt the urge to share. By all means, unload, if you've got the same urge!

[aquidis.livejournal.com]

Yesterday I dreamed that I was being chased through a supermarket by a murderous lesbian. I would rather dream about middle school. Or your basement.

[zolac-no-miko.livejournal.com]

Murderous lesbian! That's the worst kind of lesbian!

IF I HAD A BASEMENT IT WOULD BE VERY WARM... AS IS THE REST OF THE HOUSE. THAT'S LIVING IN THE TROPICS, BITCHES~!