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Dreams |
10:28pm 18/10/2003 |
mood:  confused music: Mad World by Gary Jules
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Today, I dreamed. No nightmares this time. Well, sorta, none of my normal repetitive nightmares. I had a dream-nightmare-thing. However, it was more of a fragment. I’m not remembering my dreams that well anymore. I remember bits of some, and I want to describe what I remember. I’d love it if someone would tell me if they mean anything, or if it’s just a random fragment and has no meaning.
First fragment dream-thing: I’m in my bed, and very thirsty. I get up to get a glass of water. For some reason I decide to go to the kitchen instead of the bathroom. I think it was because the bathroom water wasn’t going to taste right, so I had to go downstairs to get water that would. I go down the steps, turn on the light, head to the kitchen, turn on that light, grab a glass of water, and start to fill it up. I wait a bit, wonder why my glass isn’t filling, turn off the water, and look at my glass. It doesn’t have a bottom. I’m really upset about this. I apparently can’t just use another glass; I have to use the one without a bottom. I end up curling up and crying.
What’s funny about that dream is that I woke up when it was done, and wasn’t thirsty. However, in the dream it felt like I had just eaten lots of salt, and really had a dry, scratchy throat.
Second dream: I’m in a bar or a place that sells alcoholic drinks. I sit on a bar stool, and start talking to the bartender. That’s okay, because there isn’t anyone else there, and she was bored. I’m sitting there, and she offers me a drink. I say, “No, I’m underage,” and shake my head. She looks at me for a bit, and then we start talking again. She offers me another drink, with the same results. Some loud frat boys walk in, the bartender apologizes and goes to get them their drinks.
She comes back, and then we talk more. She offers me another drink; again I refuse, stating the fact that I’m underage. She nods, and goes to refill the frat boys’ drinks. One of them spills one of the drinks on her. She apologizes for getting in the way, and comes back to talk to me. Once more, she offers a drink. I refuse. Again, she looks at me, and we start talking.
She’s called over by one of the frat boys to fill up the drinks, yet again. She goes over, and accidentally knocks into a candle. She goes up in flames. (Bet ya didn’t remember the fact that she’s covered in a highly flammable liquid, did ya? I did.) She fills up their glasses, and returns to talk to me. All the while, she’s on fire. She asks me if I’d like a drink. I refuse telling her “Even if I did drink, seeing how you are now would put me off the bottle,” and I wake up.
Freaked me out. Funny thing is, I was calm throughout the dream.
Third dream-fragment-nightmare: close up of someone’s hands, but not yours. They have pretty, long, manicured fingernails. They are so very pretty. They turn gray as you watch. The fingernails rot, turn various unhealthy colors, and start falling off. The hand, that was once something you would love to touch, has wrinkled, turned a nasty shade of greenish purple. All the while, the other hand stays something wonderful, but you know something is going to happen to it. Nothing does. Pan out. The hands belong to someone who you might have once know, but don’t recognize. You cry.
Whoa, second person. I personally think it makes that dream sound personal, because that’s how it felt.
Again, I would love any help interpreting the dreams.
Lovely, never forget how much I adore you.
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