Last night I dreamt that an IRL friend and I started to take our relationship to the next level, romantically speaking. Meanwhile, we lived in a small mountain town that was under attack by a powerful witch. She had buried several other towns in avalanches and landslides, and she was moving towards our town.
Meanwhile, my more-than friend introduced me to a gorgeous Latina woman and it was no contest. I had to have her. My more-than friend was sad but wanted to support my choices. We didn't have time to fight about it anyway because the witch took down half the mountain near the mountain where we lived, causing a massive earthquake. It destabilized the rail bridge that was now our only way in and out of the town. If the witch was going to hit anything next, she was going to hit that bridge.
That night, my friend and I rushed to the home of my IRL former landlady, who in this dream was a healer and minor witch. We needed some protective charms and materials for spells to use against the witch, but the witch whipped up a powerful thunderstorm—nearly strong enough to produce tornadoes. The wind knocked us over when we stood up, so we scrambled up the slick, wet rocks on the path to the healers house on all fours while the wind howled and wrapped our hair around our eyes.
The storm was so loud that the healer didn't hear our knocks and screams at the door for a while. When she finally did, she said she was scared of the witch and, while she was willing to provide us with the herbs and charms we needed, she did not want to let us in her house. We spent a miserable night under a makeshift tent that we'd built with her backyard clothesline and the sheets she had forgotten to take in after the storm started.
Early the next morning, my friend and I made our way to the train bridge. We began to cross, casting protection spells as we went. We'd only gotten a few meters out when the witch, standing on a ledge across the valley, started to cast great shock waves towards the bridge. I cast my feeble magic back, repelling her just enough to keep the bridge standing, though it shook and the gravel below our feet shifted. We were halfway across when a train appeared, coming towards us, and my friend and I hand to hang onto the side supports of the bridge for dear life as the train swept past mere feet from us.
We resumed our slow creep across the bridge, fighting mightily against the witch as we approached her position on the other side. Despite our best efforts, the bridge crumbled away behind us. We ran the last few hundred feet to the other side. The witch had disappeared behind the trees, but she was still close. We gathered ourselves for what we realized would probably be a deadly confrontation, and then I woke up.
24 August 2015
The Time My Pills Got Dirty and It Was NOT OKAY, Also I Dreamed about The OC
Last night I dreamt that my brother and I were accepted as honorary members of an extended Mexican/Filipino family that lived in the United States. (In this dream, I did not speak Spanish or even a Filipino language but okay.) One of the other members of this family was my friend Vero who is not Mexican or Filipino IRL, and everyone else were people that I feel like I've seen before but don't actually know. There might have been some students. It was confusing. This was a really big extended family.
So anyway my brother and I spent a lot of time hanging out with our new Mexican abuela at her relatively large house with a basement, and she taught us some spells and then we all sat around a table with the huge family and ate chicken tacos out of a pot while holding the tortillas in our hands. All this time, I tried really hard not to think about how dirty the floor was, how the dirt had just kind of been shoved into the corners with Fabuloso.
Anyway, we had a lot of fun and there were guitars and plenty of off-key throat singing. Then my brother and I realized that we couldn't get home that night because of a storm or something, so we had to spend the night at our abuela's house on a mattress. So we had some sheets that were too big for the mattress on the mattress and the mattress was on the floor in the family room and my brother and I shared the mattress and for some reason even though I was sharing the mattress with my brother and sleeping in a room with no door and the house was full of people, I decided to sleep in my underwear like I usually do IRL.
And then, while sleeping at the abuela's house, I dreamt this very intricate dream about the TV show The OC, except there were witches and zombies and all the houses in Newport Beach were black or other somber colors, so Ryan was trying to keep Marissa from summoning demons and Julie was this high priestess and it was all very exciting.
Anyway, the next morning one of the late-thirties Filipino men woke up before I did and came up the stairs from the basement, and the too-big sheet had slipped off me and I was wearing something completely see-through, so I got off the mattress and tried to hide behind the bed, but that didn't help much since the mattress was on the floor.
I eventually found most, but not all, of my clothes, as the rest of the house woke up. Then I went in the bathroom to take my pills. I suddenly realized the house, being old, only had one bathroom. So I was measuring out my pills but someone knocked on the door and I dropped my pills on the little blue-striped bathmat. I hurriedly picked up the pills. This required me to get close to the bathmat, so I could see all the hairs and specks and strange things caught in the matted-down fibers of the bathmat. I straightened up and looked at my pills. There were hairs (like, pubic hairs) and strange specks on my pills! And a few strange dots that looked almost like pills but were probably cardstock punch-outs from drug-store packaging had also come up with my pills. My heart started to beat faster.
The person knocked on the door again, so I left the bathroom. What do I do? I tried to brush off the pills but only succeeded in sending a few of the smaller ones back to the floor, which initiated another frantic search. Do I wash them off in the sink? No, some of them are really small. They might dissolve or go down the drain. Do I just take them? Uggggggh, germs, pubes, probably-dry-skin-bits. Do I throw them all out and get new pills? No, that would be throwing out like $15. I was still pained with indecision when I woke up.
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| Picture this, but with more Filipinos. Source. |
So anyway my brother and I spent a lot of time hanging out with our new Mexican abuela at her relatively large house with a basement, and she taught us some spells and then we all sat around a table with the huge family and ate chicken tacos out of a pot while holding the tortillas in our hands. All this time, I tried really hard not to think about how dirty the floor was, how the dirt had just kind of been shoved into the corners with Fabuloso.
Anyway, we had a lot of fun and there were guitars and plenty of off-key throat singing. Then my brother and I realized that we couldn't get home that night because of a storm or something, so we had to spend the night at our abuela's house on a mattress. So we had some sheets that were too big for the mattress on the mattress and the mattress was on the floor in the family room and my brother and I shared the mattress and for some reason even though I was sharing the mattress with my brother and sleeping in a room with no door and the house was full of people, I decided to sleep in my underwear like I usually do IRL.
And then, while sleeping at the abuela's house, I dreamt this very intricate dream about the TV show The OC, except there were witches and zombies and all the houses in Newport Beach were black or other somber colors, so Ryan was trying to keep Marissa from summoning demons and Julie was this high priestess and it was all very exciting.
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| There actually was a one-off summer series called The Gates that was like an occult The OC, but it wasn't nearly as dark as this dream-within-a-dream version I just had. Source. |
I eventually found most, but not all, of my clothes, as the rest of the house woke up. Then I went in the bathroom to take my pills. I suddenly realized the house, being old, only had one bathroom. So I was measuring out my pills but someone knocked on the door and I dropped my pills on the little blue-striped bathmat. I hurriedly picked up the pills. This required me to get close to the bathmat, so I could see all the hairs and specks and strange things caught in the matted-down fibers of the bathmat. I straightened up and looked at my pills. There were hairs (like, pubic hairs) and strange specks on my pills! And a few strange dots that looked almost like pills but were probably cardstock punch-outs from drug-store packaging had also come up with my pills. My heart started to beat faster.
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| Source. |
The person knocked on the door again, so I left the bathroom. What do I do? I tried to brush off the pills but only succeeded in sending a few of the smaller ones back to the floor, which initiated another frantic search. Do I wash them off in the sink? No, some of them are really small. They might dissolve or go down the drain. Do I just take them? Uggggggh, germs, pubes, probably-dry-skin-bits. Do I throw them all out and get new pills? No, that would be throwing out like $15. I was still pained with indecision when I woke up.
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