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Dream 2-10-10: Alternate world and Harry & Marv.

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 10, 2010 by Sahkmet

Dream 2-10-10

It had begun in our backyard, at night. As it were I was looking about, and the world was green and blue as it should be. But to my wondering eyes should appear, but it inverted into how ‘Canada’ should be!

The world inverted to red trees and dark red things. The grey road turned reddish grey, and part of it on the sides was cobblestone brick. Apparently ‘Canadians’ you go walking the street the opposite of what you’re supposed to…so, here I was, cars going past behind me to front, walking with my sister and grandma on the cobblestone, inverted in the world. Finally I came home after the terrible backwards ordeal I just went through.

It was even more night, and as I flew into the window of my bedroom I saw meteors in the sky, showering the heavens. I watched with my family as a strange alien ghostly being was talking in the sky! It was like…really out of place, and terrifying to me. Well it turned into a giant magical projection all over the world of a Hollywood channel talking about Michael Jackson or something…my parents though wouldn’t believe me that it was human-made and just some weird joke on us. I mean really, it was obvious!

Then, it morphed into something else. I recalled that my school was choosing students, with alien robots, to murder if they got good grades. I watched the process as the robots at the desk grabbed the student’s head and disintegrated it. Now that isn’t be logical or nice, so I began to run…slowly, since my dreams always hinder my main movements. >_<

As I went down the imaginary wonderful world of my dead-end street that always turns into an awesome place of neighbors and houses and woods, Harry and Marv from the Home Alone series began to chase me!

Sure they look nice now. Wait till they become humorous 90's villains.

I mean like seriously, didn’t expect THAT. But after all, they were in two movies of elaborate chases and hilarity, so no surprise there they are perfect for this formula.

I kept running and hiding everywhere, in homes and places you would think they wouldn’t expect. I was wrong, a lot, all these people’s home, failures to hide they were always just a little ways behind me.

I had gone into a nice darkened home, similar to my altered grandparent’s home from a previous dream. There was Christmas trees and all sorts of fake snow everywhere, and it turns out this WAS my adopted home with  my siblings inside. Well, as I went through the maze of the house, my new ‘dad’ hovering nearby, I didn’t trust this place enough to hide in, the hiding spots were obvious.

So I went outside, and they were way farther back than I thought! I would go to the airport in the strip mall  I just went into from the back door of the house. There I was, running down the big mall hallway, slowly and restricted of course from my dream’s terrible gravity, into the airport….

…whereupon they were there waiting for me, behind me.

CRAP

I got out of there real quick, vaguely hearing my sister calling out. I went down the mall hall besides a steampunk Costco, the whole place turning brown and grey bricked and different styled…and I came across a frisbee tossing clown.

As I laughed and was jogging (slowly) past him, more and more of his local clown buddies were coming in, juggling and all sorts of stuff. They looked like they were hot teenager boys under the outfits, but I was backed into a corner, my smile fading as they turned all gold and metallic and took the shapes of sinister evil, violent, blood and lusting clowns.

As I became trapped by giant clown arms I saw Harry and Marv just in the crowd of horrified people watching, laughing. I knew I made strange sounds, in terror of course, there were golden demonic clowns on top of me!

I then was back at the building where they were sorting out the students to be slaughtered. Obviously I must have been blacked out after knowing, in the dream, I suffered some incredible torture of some sort…and was back here where I was supposed to be. I complained to our principal who was very helpless under the power of the alien robots about how this whole thing was wrong. I then ran out to escape…but I thought better of it and stayed at my desk with some others. Special white and blue police came and yelling and with big guns as they ran past the doors into our street, now an enclosed mall-like space, after to slaughter escapees. I remarked how glad I was I didn’t escape at that moment, and I was waking up into full consciousness.

School at OEC

Posted in Life Updates with tags , , , , , , on September 10, 2009 by Sahkmet

And so it begins…

I am a student of the Orchird Rigde Oakland Community College campus’s Oakland Early College. Therefore with three high school classes 5 days a week and two college classes (World Music Wednesday evening and Italian Thursday evening for four hours) plus orchestra rehearsal Monday nights and Redford Theatre events every other Friday and Saturday, I will be busy. It will be a struggle to upload and write dream journals and do fun things, when the onslaught of homework begins.

I, former homeschooler, wish me luck.

Pavi Museum Blue Lake: Dream 5-14-09

Posted in Dreams with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 14, 2009 by Sahkmet

Dream 5-14-09.

Somehow it all began, on Beech Road, where I dressed up as the Penguin on Gaiaonline, a website I go to for fun.

Then, I saw people angry at me, as I move with my laptop up the road away from my house because I didn’t use the ‘proper’ penguin items. I felt stalked, and lost, and began to ran. There was danger, I was running from something…as I went down Eisenhower Road, *where it leads to an elementary school I used to go to* and behind me, down the winding path of the woddsy green suburbia was the light of a car…it was night.

I ran and ran, and there on a hill I saw a weird…veranda porch thing, which I went inside following a black man. Inside was white kinda-casual office room, with celebirties which I cna’t recall. One of them was one of the Largo siblings from Repo! The Genetic Opera which I hadn’t seen that movie yet. However there was one character that freaks me out, and that’s one of her brothers, Pavi Largo. With fear I entered the next room, which was dark and there standing was Pavi Largo and Marilyn Manson himself! I shied away from them, but they didn’t appear to give me much attention, and I went across the room to some steps, into a dark room that had curtains that let in very little light. There was a stainded glass pane of…like…a purple-green designs, it moved…and pointed to a door.

I went out and swam in the lake. I was very happy in my blue bathing suit and came back. Somehow I was on a ground level of sand with teenagers about, and the porch-veranda over there! There was also another porch but it was taller *the other porch-veranda was on a hill, that abrutply was cut off by the other one at ground level* I saw a person fall out of a chute in the middle, screaming in shallow water before crawling otu and running away, and then KISS was preforming there. The people in the fold up chairs watching had laughed at the person, now enjoyin the rock conert.

Dad was there besides me, and because apparently I worked here I got in free. I was in charge of the fire alarm and, looking at the black man at the porch thing, I knw I had some responsibility to do and that I really didn’t want it. for the fire alarm, I had to play this simple sheet music which I lied to dad that I knew it, and had instructions in case of an underground fire. Apparently, there were caves.

Dad left and I wandered about, and went back into the veranda so I could go swimming again. However, no one was inside, and as I explored the dark room in the far right corner was not the end, but hallways of dimly lit dressing room. There was a large space against the wall I looked at. And turned around to face Pavi Largo and Marilyn Manson, who were advancing on me and pinned me to the wall and floor.

I struggled, confused about the Manson part but I was being subject to kissing and their weights combined on my person. Manson was ravishing my neck and groping in my shirt while Pavi…his hands were touching me, in my jeans fondling me and making me gasp and moan. He was smiling and I just kept staring, fading in and out of  sensation before being pushed down. I crawled, blindly, and fell down the chute, and into the water of that porch, crawling out hoping the crowd would pity a victim of violation. I crawled, crawled to a greek temple filled with light and made it to my feet.

There, I met Andi who was smiling and handed me her pet Dachsund, while I was tyring to tel lher Pavi could have raped me. She ran off, and I walked the dog around the temple…then looked down off the edge. We were in the sky over a glacial snowy landscape, the ‘second floor’ The veranda iin the corner wiht the black man, and some buildings, pillars around the swaying in imaginary wind, with some rich old people inside oblivious to the danger.

I woke up.