one of my psycho dreams
Feb. 13th, 2003 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lincolnkwSkip this if you don't want to know why I am the way I am today. I swear this had something to do with it.
OK, I was 10 at the time which makes the girl in this dream 11. Get your minds out of the gutter you pigs.
We were living in a two story house in San Diego, with a cuby under the stairs that was open to the room. The dogs used to sleep there. So this girl, Lynn a next door neigbor, comesin the house says hi and sits in the cubby. Like alittle Buddhagirl. Closes her eyes and proceeds to turn into solid chocolate.
yes cholcolate.
Then she starts to grow. And grow. And grow. She eventually breaks apart the house we live in and my dad called the Navy (he was in the Navy) and they send out some guys to corral her. She eats them.
Ick. Very clean thought, more Saturday morning, late 70s style rubber-monster eating. You know, gloved hand reaches out and picks up an obvious doll, then they show a puppet munching on it with off screen screams. Very low budget part. The rest was all state-of-the-art FX.
She then goes on a rampage in downtown SD. The helicopters get called outy and shoot her down, then sun comes out and she melts into a big puddle of chocolate syrup.
I wake up run to the bathroom andthrow up three baskets worth of Easter Candy and say I will never watch The Son of Svengoolie again. Or Elvira. Or eat chocolate. My mother laughs at me.
So that is a very vivid memory of one of my dreams. There are others.Liek the serial dream that ran for at least three months where I was a superhero who could fly by kicking my legs like I was swimming. Shut up, I was 8.
Or the piranha and red paint pools in the house when I was 13, the trucker lady serial killer when I was 14, and the weird walking dreams I had when I was 12.
I am a twisted little mofo. I don't really remember dreams now, just vague images. It annoys me.
OK, I was 10 at the time which makes the girl in this dream 11. Get your minds out of the gutter you pigs.
We were living in a two story house in San Diego, with a cuby under the stairs that was open to the room. The dogs used to sleep there. So this girl, Lynn a next door neigbor, comesin the house says hi and sits in the cubby. Like alittle Buddhagirl. Closes her eyes and proceeds to turn into solid chocolate.
yes cholcolate.
Then she starts to grow. And grow. And grow. She eventually breaks apart the house we live in and my dad called the Navy (he was in the Navy) and they send out some guys to corral her. She eats them.
Ick. Very clean thought, more Saturday morning, late 70s style rubber-monster eating. You know, gloved hand reaches out and picks up an obvious doll, then they show a puppet munching on it with off screen screams. Very low budget part. The rest was all state-of-the-art FX.
She then goes on a rampage in downtown SD. The helicopters get called outy and shoot her down, then sun comes out and she melts into a big puddle of chocolate syrup.
I wake up run to the bathroom andthrow up three baskets worth of Easter Candy and say I will never watch The Son of Svengoolie again. Or Elvira. Or eat chocolate. My mother laughs at me.
So that is a very vivid memory of one of my dreams. There are others.Liek the serial dream that ran for at least three months where I was a superhero who could fly by kicking my legs like I was swimming. Shut up, I was 8.
Or the piranha and red paint pools in the house when I was 13, the trucker lady serial killer when I was 14, and the weird walking dreams I had when I was 12.
I am a twisted little mofo. I don't really remember dreams now, just vague images. It annoys me.
