Monday, January 18, 2010

This is What Happens if You Eat Mei Fun Before Going to Bed

Last night I dreamt I was back in the army, except it kept shifting from being in the army to being in a concentration camp. Everything was bleak and dead, barren and dusty. I was chosen to go on a mission, but the dream switched back and forth from it being a mission to feeling like I was being sent to the gas showers. My feelings switched back and forth from one of anticipation and excitement to one of dread. I was to follow a sergeant to my briefing. I followed him, and he kept telling me how he was on my side, and he was supporting me. We walked past groups of people, all looking very sad and drawn, as if life had burned them out and ruined them. I kept texting the people in my life to tell them I loved them before I died, I felt like that was very important. However, this made me lose the sergeant I was following, and I found myself in brick hallway with another soldier. Two other soldiers were at the far end testing a large caliber machine gun. I didn't have time to drop, so I pressed myself tight against the wall. Everything zoomed to hyper-speed, and the bullets spun and cut through the air right in front of my eyes in slow motion. After that round was done, everything snapped back to normal speed. I shouted for the two gunners to stop, but they were firing another burst, and everything slowed down once more. I pressed myself against the wall again. I got the impression that the other soldier was somehow drawing the bullets toward him like a magnet. Unfortunately he was standing behind me. One of the rounds tore into my leg, spraying blood all over me. Eugene Levy (???) appeared and asked if I was ok. I said no, I've been shot. He was horrified, put my arm around him, and took me to a hospital. When we got to the hospital, we kept wandering from room to room. He left me alone with this woman who said she needed help. I said I couldn't do much, seeing as I had a leg that was ripped apart and I badly needed medical attention. She asked me to just press a button. I did. A curtain on the far side of the room parted revealing... the Muppet Show. The Muppets proceeded to sing a song about how this woman had bought their souls from the mafia, and how she was their new owner and mistress and they were damned for all eternity to serve her. I think my brain decided this was a good point to wake up.




Aravis said...

The other night I dreamed that I was Death sent to collect souls.

You win.

Knitting Painter Woman said...

Last Monday I had two (maybe three, you know how shape-shifty they are) dreams that so upset and disoriented me, I called my husband who was already at work just to make sure that some parts of my life were going on as "normal." Maybe it was just a lunar/looney phase. Hope your demons are marching to YOUR instructions.