Weird dreams happen to me often
Feb. 20th, 2010 06:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
olikardI had a really weird dream yesterday night. Two weird dreams actually, which just proves that my mind works in mysterious ways.
The first one was about me being a rat-man (woman?). I was just standing on a big square in front of some sort of palace. There was a lot of people around and one of them was Misha Collins (where did HE come from?). I almost reached him (wanted to say hi :) ), when suddenly a racist civil war started. I was captured and taken to prison for rat-people. After a few years I was pretty much the only rat-person left alive, I came to myself surrounded by dead rat-people and a prison guard shouting obscenities at me. I somehow managed to escape and found myself on what looked like a 19th century London street. Around me different people were living their lives. But the racist war was still not over - I saw a human beating up a fox-man, other acts of violence against non-humans were happening as well. Lucky me, I had this amazing ability to change shape and look as a really cute blond boy around the age of 7. I decided to travel back to the square where it all started, because I knew that Misha would be there and he's the only one who could stop the war and bring back the peace on earth again (honestly mind, what were you thinking?). I have boarded a train (in the guise of a child) and found company with a human family. That's pretty much when I was woken up by my kitty, so I don't know how it ended... A pity, it was pretty interesting.
After I fell asleep again, I have entered another weird dream: I was walking around a huge library with my sister. In the children's book section we met a friend of my sister, who wanted to show us another section. As we got to it, we saw three boys sitting on one of the shelves. Just behind them some boxes were stacked. Huge boxes filled with books and weird electronic stuff. One of the boys began throwing things on us, then slowly he got to throwing bigger and bigger things. Finally he dumped a whole gigantic stack of boxes right on our heads. I managed to get my head above them, but my sister and her friend got completely buried. I was seriously pissed at that point, so I called the police and dug my sister out (she was unharmed). The police came and took me and the three boys to a court (instant judgment! that's what it should be like everywhere). On the road one of the boys took out laundry detergent and began to smoke it as if it was weed! (seriously, can you even smoke it? weird brain...) The guard talked about allowing it for one last time, but he changed his mind under my persuasion :P Then I was woken up by the kitten again. I don't think I regret it this time, cause that dream was somewhat boring compared to the previous one :)
Is it just me, or do other people have as cracked up dreams as well?
The first one was about me being a rat-man (woman?). I was just standing on a big square in front of some sort of palace. There was a lot of people around and one of them was Misha Collins (where did HE come from?). I almost reached him (wanted to say hi :) ), when suddenly a racist civil war started. I was captured and taken to prison for rat-people. After a few years I was pretty much the only rat-person left alive, I came to myself surrounded by dead rat-people and a prison guard shouting obscenities at me. I somehow managed to escape and found myself on what looked like a 19th century London street. Around me different people were living their lives. But the racist war was still not over - I saw a human beating up a fox-man, other acts of violence against non-humans were happening as well. Lucky me, I had this amazing ability to change shape and look as a really cute blond boy around the age of 7. I decided to travel back to the square where it all started, because I knew that Misha would be there and he's the only one who could stop the war and bring back the peace on earth again (honestly mind, what were you thinking?). I have boarded a train (in the guise of a child) and found company with a human family. That's pretty much when I was woken up by my kitty, so I don't know how it ended... A pity, it was pretty interesting.
After I fell asleep again, I have entered another weird dream: I was walking around a huge library with my sister. In the children's book section we met a friend of my sister, who wanted to show us another section. As we got to it, we saw three boys sitting on one of the shelves. Just behind them some boxes were stacked. Huge boxes filled with books and weird electronic stuff. One of the boys began throwing things on us, then slowly he got to throwing bigger and bigger things. Finally he dumped a whole gigantic stack of boxes right on our heads. I managed to get my head above them, but my sister and her friend got completely buried. I was seriously pissed at that point, so I called the police and dug my sister out (she was unharmed). The police came and took me and the three boys to a court (instant judgment! that's what it should be like everywhere). On the road one of the boys took out laundry detergent and began to smoke it as if it was weed! (seriously, can you even smoke it? weird brain...) The guard talked about allowing it for one last time, but he changed his mind under my persuasion :P Then I was woken up by the kitten again. I don't think I regret it this time, cause that dream was somewhat boring compared to the previous one :)
Is it just me, or do other people have as cracked up dreams as well?
