Panache87
09-07-2003, 11:16 AM
Man, this dream just kept on getting scarier and scarier! I hate it when dreams do that :(
The funny thing is, some things in this dream are stemmed from real facts...
I dreampt that I was just riding my bike around, and as I was riding, I came accross some fancy restaraunt, andthere was some kind of formal dinner going on. It didn't look fancy at all. Actually pretty average. When you first walked in, there was this hallway-type thing, and there was a guy wearing a red suit standing a little ways away. There was also this large window that allowed you to see the people in the eating area of the restaranut. There was a TON of plastic spoons and forks. Since I only eat with plastic spoons and forks in real life whenever possible, the plasticware excited me greatly. I looked around to make sure nobody was watching, crouched down, and STOLE some plasticware! I walked out of the place. My bike was on the steps, right where I left it, and I was just thinking something to the effect of, "It's a good thing nobody stole it!", since I did not lock it up like I always do.
Then, I all of the sudden ended up in a familiar part of my home city, except it was suddenly nighttime!
Here's where it started getting scary...
I was either walking or riding my bike (maybe both back and forth?) Then, some freaky woman, probably in her early 20's, came up to me and started walking and talking to me. She was scary to me, because I think that in the dream, she was someone who was mental and did messed up things all the time. Then, her friend came up to us, and she was on all fours and barking! The other woman was amused and started laughing at what she had just done, but I was just totaly freaked out, thinking, "Oh my god...", and wanting to get away from those two. It was getting late and dark outside, and I wanted to call my mom and tell her so she wouldn't freak out. I checked the time, and I think it was about 7:40-something (pm). I desperately needed to use a phone. The three of us walked into this place that was supposedly a tailors. There were these 2 scary older people who worked/lived there, and knew the two creepy women, who to my relief, went to another room. I was standing in the kitchen, and the older lady was there too. I asked her if she had a phone, and if I could use it. Luckily, she had a phone, told me where it was, but UNluckily, I couldn't find it!
I walked outside, and saw my bike on the steps. The two creeps were outside talking,and I snuck past them. There was this corner, that if I turned it, they wouldn't be able to see me, because it was very dark out. That whole time, I was very intent on turning that corner, and I was even making up a poem about it in my head.
I was again fretting about the time, now riding my bike, I turned the little light on my watch on, and the time said 8:05 (pm). Because my mom really doesn't want me out that late by myself, I was REALLY intent on finding a phone someplace I could use to call her and tell her that I got held up and that I'd be late.
Now the dream was getting just too damn weird for my sleeping mind to handle, then I woke up. When my mind is awake, it can endure weirder thoughts than when I am asleep.
The funny thing is, some things in this dream are stemmed from real facts...
I dreampt that I was just riding my bike around, and as I was riding, I came accross some fancy restaraunt, andthere was some kind of formal dinner going on. It didn't look fancy at all. Actually pretty average. When you first walked in, there was this hallway-type thing, and there was a guy wearing a red suit standing a little ways away. There was also this large window that allowed you to see the people in the eating area of the restaranut. There was a TON of plastic spoons and forks. Since I only eat with plastic spoons and forks in real life whenever possible, the plasticware excited me greatly. I looked around to make sure nobody was watching, crouched down, and STOLE some plasticware! I walked out of the place. My bike was on the steps, right where I left it, and I was just thinking something to the effect of, "It's a good thing nobody stole it!", since I did not lock it up like I always do.
Then, I all of the sudden ended up in a familiar part of my home city, except it was suddenly nighttime!
Here's where it started getting scary...
I was either walking or riding my bike (maybe both back and forth?) Then, some freaky woman, probably in her early 20's, came up to me and started walking and talking to me. She was scary to me, because I think that in the dream, she was someone who was mental and did messed up things all the time. Then, her friend came up to us, and she was on all fours and barking! The other woman was amused and started laughing at what she had just done, but I was just totaly freaked out, thinking, "Oh my god...", and wanting to get away from those two. It was getting late and dark outside, and I wanted to call my mom and tell her so she wouldn't freak out. I checked the time, and I think it was about 7:40-something (pm). I desperately needed to use a phone. The three of us walked into this place that was supposedly a tailors. There were these 2 scary older people who worked/lived there, and knew the two creepy women, who to my relief, went to another room. I was standing in the kitchen, and the older lady was there too. I asked her if she had a phone, and if I could use it. Luckily, she had a phone, told me where it was, but UNluckily, I couldn't find it!
I walked outside, and saw my bike on the steps. The two creeps were outside talking,and I snuck past them. There was this corner, that if I turned it, they wouldn't be able to see me, because it was very dark out. That whole time, I was very intent on turning that corner, and I was even making up a poem about it in my head.
I was again fretting about the time, now riding my bike, I turned the little light on my watch on, and the time said 8:05 (pm). Because my mom really doesn't want me out that late by myself, I was REALLY intent on finding a phone someplace I could use to call her and tell her that I got held up and that I'd be late.
Now the dream was getting just too damn weird for my sleeping mind to handle, then I woke up. When my mind is awake, it can endure weirder thoughts than when I am asleep.