So I'll tell you about my dreams.
In one, I was at my Grandparent's house. Not weird at all, in fact it's really rather normal -- I'm here now, in my Grandparent's house, so of course all of my dreams would take place in my Grandparent's house. I had my camera out, I was laying on the floor, and there was... something happening to the sky. It was swirling, black and dark gold in an endless loop of distortion, circling and circling infinitely. And I got ready to take a picture of it, I had everything lined up, the green brackets on the screen, it was crisp and perfect, and then there was a bright flash of light and it was just white, almost completely white save for some blue. It was swirling, slower now, with the small touches of blue. And then something happened. I don't know what happened to be exact but something happened after that. Something always does, of course, you wake up, and that's what happens after, but I didn't wake up. I just ended up in a different dream.
This dream is harder to remember and I really... can't. But my Granny's laptop has a key that goes loose sometimes, the left CTRL key. It's rather annoying. And it seemed to be -- the dream -- from my perspective, from my eyes, as I could see hands, whether they were mine or not, on the keyboard. The CTRL key had come loose as had another key that my Granny's laptop doesn't have. The keyboard was smaller, more squashed, fat. Everything was smaller. The other key that had come loose was long, like a shift or enter key would be, and the CTRL key was longer than normal. On this laptop, the size of the right shift key. The left shift key is very much longer. And the key was blue, with a world on the right side, and something on the left side. Maybe words. Something in white, I don't know. The hands -- my hands? -- were scrambling, trying to put them back together but there seemed to be more empty spaces where keys would go than the keys. As I said before, the keyboard was very much smaller in size, fat and squashed, but it seemed like most of the keys were there. At least the A key, I remember the A key quite clearly. I think the keyboard wasn't arranged as normal, the letters were all in the wrong positions. The A key was somewhere in the middle of the keyboard when it should have been next to the left, next to the caps lock key. So I was trying to put the world key and the CTRL key back in place. They kept clicking, no, there was just... lots of clicking noises. The clicking was the sound of the clicking noise that the CTRL key makes when you push it back into it's spot. I was nervous, I was frightened, or something, and anxious and I kept just running my hands over the keyboard even though it wasn't doing anything. There was some kind of shadow over the keyboard and then -- another dream.
Another dream that I can't remember at all. It was odd though, from a sort of third person view. I can only remember a brief still. Something that looked like me, in something red -- like a red bikini top, bottoms ( but my memory fluctuates from bikini to pants, it's very odd ) but I was bending down a bit, my hands between my knees. My hair was huge, very frizzy and... well, just huge. I was on some kind of tan, beige, balcony. It might have been in a room, perhaps windows. There were no guardrails if it was a balcony. Behind me, more to the left of me really, was a large forest. Light green, a bit whiter than is necessary. Next to that was a boring pillar obscuring anything else. Just that.
And those were my painfully weird and agonizingly complex dreams that are still making me go ' WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME ' and ' WHY AM I FREAKING OUT ABOUT KEYS ' and ' WAS THE WORLD ENDING I KEEP DREAMING ABOUT THE WORLD ENDING AND THAT'S PROBABLY BAD '
No seriously I do keep dreaming about the world ending.
The first time, I was in my parent's bedroom. We were listening to the radio, I assume that it was Coast to Coast AM by the sound of George Noory's voice. There was a clock in their dresser. It was counting down. I was scared. My mom was scared, I think. Dad wasn't anywhere to be found. Later on, after having some quality freaking out time, a door appeared where a window should have been. So I, of course, just got up off of the bed -- I was sitting, probably crying -- to look. Before I could look a guy came out, he had red hair, like almost fake - like flaming red hair, or something. Blah blah blah talking, talking, talking, I think he goes away or I'm confused, and then it's getting down to the really low times. I think I'm thinking about music. I don't know. And then the clock hits zero and I close my eyes, and nothing happens.
Since then it's almost custom to have a dream about the world ending every other night. If I sleep at all.
My dreams are weirder when I nap. If I sleep on the couch or if I'm just taking a nap ( like today -- I was tired so I laid down on the day bed ) I wake up in a cold sweat, absolutely perturbed, disturbed, flustered, rattled, however you want to define it.
And that's all.
If you haven't seen Inception yet you surely are missing an experience.
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