I had a dream.
Oct. 18th, 2009 05:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
feng_shui_houseI'm up and trying to remember my nightmare while circulation returns to the 3 outside fingers on my left hand.
I had a nap (in the dream) and woke up to find the house oddly changed (it was of course spotless and perfect 00--hah--- but something about the front doors looked odd, but I was distracted by a fan talking about Avon only when I found her she wasn't anyone I knew. She kept trying different voices on me, and then my brother showed up by walking right in the front door which I knew I'd locked, but when I tricked him into going outside and tried to lock the door I realized the two front doors had been replaced by cheap crap that wouldn't lock, and there was a big truck in the front yard with druggie type friends of bro taking my good doors and some nice garden bird baths I had. I yelled and it did no good, they left and Ken was there with his girlfriend and I looked around, they'd stolen other stuff, and then the girlfriend was talking about having left the baby on Mom's bed, and mom was there and all 'you have to be nice to them, look how wonderful they have a baby' and ignoring that they were both doped and stealing my stuff, and I tried to call the police but Ken had deliberately ripped up all the phone lines and my cell wasn't working, so I ran outside until I saw a public phone booth, across several lanes of expressway traffic, so I turned the other way and there was a phone much closer, but I had to go up and down some black iron railed cement steps sunk into the ground (short flights and every one joined another at right angles which went up where the first went down, etc,) which turned into a complex of up and down and at one point I molded some muddy clay rubbish into a cloth mouse toy that came to life and complained and then became a white mouse and asked me to help it find a better place so I carried it with me for a moment by the stairs which turned out to be powered like escalators (although the steps didn't move) by large yellow plastic hamster wheels, only solid sided with an opening, and with bins full of seeds and food, so they were full of wild mice running and eating and the white mouse jumped off and joined its friends, but I got to the phone and called 911, but they didn't want to listen to me because they were watching a Paul Darrow documentary with clips of him when he was 18 and did some sort of strip act, so I tried to get to the police station, only it turned out to be some sort of farm with huge sunken rectangular alligator tanks and I was a bit concerned because while the huge ones just slept, the 6 inch long bitey nippers kept trying to climb out, and were only a few inches from making it, and then I was inside a sort of hospital ER (with the staff lazy as hell) or maybe a mental institution because they had a lot of questions about your state of mind, and Inspector Morse showed up and I tried to report the door theft and trespass, but Ken showed up and was all smiley and I could see Morse was listening to him about how I didn't know what I was saying, so I was going to leave but the TV issued a report talking about flooding, but it wasn't raining here and I wasn't worried until I could see water seeping under the door. I opened the door and there were people in wetsuits chopping holes in a retaining wall to deliberately flood this place in order to save some condos from flooding, but when I pointed out that they'd also be raising the level in the crocodile (they were now crocs) tank to the point where 1000's of huge (like 15 foot long) crocodiles would be released they didn't know what to do.
And somewhere along there I woke and regretted eating bacon just before napping.
I had a nap (in the dream) and woke up to find the house oddly changed (it was of course spotless and perfect 00--hah--- but something about the front doors looked odd, but I was distracted by a fan talking about Avon only when I found her she wasn't anyone I knew. She kept trying different voices on me, and then my brother showed up by walking right in the front door which I knew I'd locked, but when I tricked him into going outside and tried to lock the door I realized the two front doors had been replaced by cheap crap that wouldn't lock, and there was a big truck in the front yard with druggie type friends of bro taking my good doors and some nice garden bird baths I had. I yelled and it did no good, they left and Ken was there with his girlfriend and I looked around, they'd stolen other stuff, and then the girlfriend was talking about having left the baby on Mom's bed, and mom was there and all 'you have to be nice to them, look how wonderful they have a baby' and ignoring that they were both doped and stealing my stuff, and I tried to call the police but Ken had deliberately ripped up all the phone lines and my cell wasn't working, so I ran outside until I saw a public phone booth, across several lanes of expressway traffic, so I turned the other way and there was a phone much closer, but I had to go up and down some black iron railed cement steps sunk into the ground (short flights and every one joined another at right angles which went up where the first went down, etc,) which turned into a complex of up and down and at one point I molded some muddy clay rubbish into a cloth mouse toy that came to life and complained and then became a white mouse and asked me to help it find a better place so I carried it with me for a moment by the stairs which turned out to be powered like escalators (although the steps didn't move) by large yellow plastic hamster wheels, only solid sided with an opening, and with bins full of seeds and food, so they were full of wild mice running and eating and the white mouse jumped off and joined its friends, but I got to the phone and called 911, but they didn't want to listen to me because they were watching a Paul Darrow documentary with clips of him when he was 18 and did some sort of strip act, so I tried to get to the police station, only it turned out to be some sort of farm with huge sunken rectangular alligator tanks and I was a bit concerned because while the huge ones just slept, the 6 inch long bitey nippers kept trying to climb out, and were only a few inches from making it, and then I was inside a sort of hospital ER (with the staff lazy as hell) or maybe a mental institution because they had a lot of questions about your state of mind, and Inspector Morse showed up and I tried to report the door theft and trespass, but Ken showed up and was all smiley and I could see Morse was listening to him about how I didn't know what I was saying, so I was going to leave but the TV issued a report talking about flooding, but it wasn't raining here and I wasn't worried until I could see water seeping under the door. I opened the door and there were people in wetsuits chopping holes in a retaining wall to deliberately flood this place in order to save some condos from flooding, but when I pointed out that they'd also be raising the level in the crocodile (they were now crocs) tank to the point where 1000's of huge (like 15 foot long) crocodiles would be released they didn't know what to do.
And somewhere along there I woke and regretted eating bacon just before napping.
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Date: 2009-10-19 02:20 pm (UTC)Well, a small packet has been posted...:-):-):-)Heeeeeeee, I hope you usually do not have nightmares after eating Czech fruit bars!!! :-)
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