Late Entry

       I've been having some weird dreams lately, which I guess is what my blog is for now. My favorite weird recent dream is the Rollerblading one. It started out in a mall, and I was going from one end to the other, just practicing. Ended up getting so good at it, that I refused to walk normally. I kept my Rollerblades on and even skated through the grass, for some reason. Then a stranger offered me a ride and I ignored them, but they followed me. Luckily I could outdo them on wheels.

      My next memorable dream is when I had people trying to kill me, because I was exhibiting powers. Too much Lucifer, I guess. But they ended up burying me alive, and I fought my way out of the grave.

    And last night I dreamt that my mother made the decision to move my mattress into her room, which we did while my room was being renovated. Except in that dream, my bedroom was complete. Actually, it pretty much is. I even reorganized it to look like how it used to be, before all this. At three in the morning, all by myself; I couldn't handle being displaced anymore. After nearly 100 days of sleeping on the floor, it felt so good to be in my own space under-neath a functional light switch again that I turned it on and off a couple of times.

      But in the mattress dream, somehow my box spring was nowhere to be found. So I moved the mattress back, and bending the mattress into positions it can't be contorted into. And I'm a fucking lucid dreamer; my dream self could feel the work.

      Maybe that's why I'm always tired.

    I guess one of my favorite dreams is breaking into a palace that looked like tower-cut shards of obsidian. The inside was like a cave, though; but I've also dreamt of a gigantic luxury home. I wasn't in there legally, either. And lately, my dream always takes me to the same place; pretty much a room with a glass wall overlooking a balcony, and I'm always in time to see the sunset. That's where I ended up in the Lucifer-ish, buried-alive dream, too.

    I've also dreamt that Negan was punishing, or torturing, people. People who weren't always innocent. One of them was in the shower, and in my dream, it was me. I was looking through the eyes of that person as Negan opened the shower curtain and bludgeoned him to death. There were children and babies, too. But after realizing the error of his ways, Negan decided to punish Carol, who tortured a child in The Walking Dead. It was weird, and not my first Walking Dead dream, either. I've gone from running through the prison from zombies but turning into a fully coherent one, to sitting on a Dumpster with Hershel, and finally to being in a planetarium with Negan, and even the floor and ceiling are screens, too, so the stars are above and beneath us, not just in front of us. It was like we were hovering in space.

      That last dream was at the same time as the one where I was in the Abbotsford mall, but it was flooding. And then a car drove up the escalators and got trapped. I remember because I walked out of the mall and into the planetarium, which replaced the clothing store by the escalators. Which, in real life, it does not.

      Yeah... Dreams are bizarre. I've been wanting to post about them here for awhile now; kind of a late entry. I actually forgot how to justify text and resorted to looking it up. Then, of course, duh.

   I've had other dreams, too. Some of them, I even want to remember. Welcome to my online journal and the rat maze of my brain.