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juldeaSo I had three very weird dreams last night. Here's a hint: they involve a lot of violence, Nui, masturbation, lots of violence, watching a movie, flying on a pillow, giant antiques, and LOTS of violence.
The first one started with Nui (for those of you who don't know, Nui is one of the waiters at Thai Kum Koon, which used to be my favorite thai restaurant but is now second... he shows up at Pad Thai sometimes but I can't tell if he's there to work or just because Num is his brother) coming up to me, Jason, Nick (Jason's friend Nick, not Nick Burnett), and a few other people to screen a movie he made. So we go into a smallish theater, sit down, and watch the movie. The movie is very freaky... all I can remember is it's about some girl who gets her heart broken and therefore some of her blood is taken at the end of the movie and it becomes some kind of medicine or something. During the viewing of the movie, I am actually seated a row behind Jason and Nick, and there is a girl sitting next to Jason. Jason holds his hand up so that I can see it, and he has condoms covering three of his fingers, and then he lowers his hand near this girl and I see Nick starting to wisecrack about having sex in the movie theater. For some reason, this didn't upset me, just weird me out. So I lay back on my seat and start to masturbate, but Nick looks behind at me and smirks so I stop.
So, okay, movie over and everyone is back to normal, the girl is gone and I'm chatting with Jason and Nick. Nui comes over and asks us how we liked the movie, etc. He has some big head honcho asian guy with him, seems like he's some guy who gave money to Nui to make the film. The asian guy looks really mad, and finally he just gives up and starts screaming at Nui about how he invested this money and the film is horrible and a flop; basically he's a "greedy broker who went broke and then broke down." He talks about how ideas have to come from not only here (*pointing right at the bridge of his nose*) but also from here (*pointed about an inch higher, right in the middle of the lower forehead*). He then pulls out a gun and shoots Nui right through that second spot. Lots of screaming, fade out, end of dream #1.
Dream number #2 started out exactly the same. Nui asked Jason, Nick, and I to view this film. I'm not sure that I remember the actual viewing in dream 2, I think possibly I skipped it because I knew what the movie was about anyway. When we got to the part with the asian man screaming, this time Nui pulled out a gun, and went crazy. He shot the asian guy not once, but about 6 times in the face. I was screaming at him to stop, so he shot me, a lot. In the face. I was seeing it third-person at this point in time, but luckily all I saw for this was black-rimmed red holes opening up in my face, nothing more gory than that. Then it went back to first-person, and luckily stayed that was for the rest of the dream (I'm afraid of what my mind would think up for what I'd look like with most of my face blown away). Somehow, I maintained total faculty of vision and hearing and voice - actually it seemed like while I could see, my dream-version couldn't, as you'll find out in a minute. Nui kept on his rampage, including shooting a pregnant woman who was due in 2 days. Finally I managed to get out of the theater, and was in some kind of school corridor with large stairways. There were people screaming and running around, and I'm sure that what I looked like didn't help anyone. I was puzzled by the fact that when I touched my face, my hands didn't come away bloody, but now I thank myself for that ;) Anyway, I was walking around screaming and crying just like everyone else, especially about the pregnant woman. I kept wandering and asking for someone to help me, to help me find a hospital. Finally a girl walked towards me with her arms out, and I held on to them, and she led me to a hospital. But I didn't go to the emergency room, I went to the maternity ward. I knew Rachel and Nick (Burnett) were there with their new baby and I wanted to see it. I wandered through the hall to their room, which had a sign on the door with a charachature (whee spelling) of what I looked like saying that I was allowed access to the room - something I thought was really nice of Nick and Rachel (apparently these rooms were pretty high security) but I was afraid of scaring the baby with what I looked like, so I didn't go in. Fade out, end of dream #2.
I don't actually remember how dream #3 started, but I would like to. Somehow I broke my leg again. I was alone and knew I had to get to the hospital, so I lay down on this pillow (about 3'x3') and took off down the road. It was completely natural to be flying on a pillow inbetween cars on the highway. I was in California, going up I-80 from Sacramento to Rocklin. It was hard to keep a grip on the pillow, I was going so fast, but I managed to do it. I was trying to remember which exit the hospital was at (considering the hospital I was thinking of in my dream is actually in Edmond, OK, that was indeed something to figure out), but I was forced off the highway onto Del Mar (which is an actual street near Rocklin, but doesn't have a highway exit). I figured I could still get to the hospital from there, it would just be bumpier (you know, flying on my pillow). I was trying to keep my leg elevated, but I was really scared of it hitting the ground and me tumbling and hurting myself more. Finally I came up behind some other people... I don't remember if they were walking, or riding bikes, or driving a car, or what. I just remember that being behind them made my flight incredibly erratic... I would start swooping up in the air, and diving back down, doing incredibly scary things. I decided that god was controlling my flight, because I didn't hit any trees or anything and there were a lot of trees around and I was flying all around and through them. Finally I overtook the other people, by cutting a corner through someone's lawn - which was a forest of antiques. I flew under huge ancient desks and around golden clocks and almost crashed into a pile of books. Finally I got back on the road, and heading towards the hospital, the dream ended.
The first one started with Nui (for those of you who don't know, Nui is one of the waiters at Thai Kum Koon, which used to be my favorite thai restaurant but is now second... he shows up at Pad Thai sometimes but I can't tell if he's there to work or just because Num is his brother) coming up to me, Jason, Nick (Jason's friend Nick, not Nick Burnett), and a few other people to screen a movie he made. So we go into a smallish theater, sit down, and watch the movie. The movie is very freaky... all I can remember is it's about some girl who gets her heart broken and therefore some of her blood is taken at the end of the movie and it becomes some kind of medicine or something. During the viewing of the movie, I am actually seated a row behind Jason and Nick, and there is a girl sitting next to Jason. Jason holds his hand up so that I can see it, and he has condoms covering three of his fingers, and then he lowers his hand near this girl and I see Nick starting to wisecrack about having sex in the movie theater. For some reason, this didn't upset me, just weird me out. So I lay back on my seat and start to masturbate, but Nick looks behind at me and smirks so I stop.
So, okay, movie over and everyone is back to normal, the girl is gone and I'm chatting with Jason and Nick. Nui comes over and asks us how we liked the movie, etc. He has some big head honcho asian guy with him, seems like he's some guy who gave money to Nui to make the film. The asian guy looks really mad, and finally he just gives up and starts screaming at Nui about how he invested this money and the film is horrible and a flop; basically he's a "greedy broker who went broke and then broke down." He talks about how ideas have to come from not only here (*pointing right at the bridge of his nose*) but also from here (*pointed about an inch higher, right in the middle of the lower forehead*). He then pulls out a gun and shoots Nui right through that second spot. Lots of screaming, fade out, end of dream #1.
Dream number #2 started out exactly the same. Nui asked Jason, Nick, and I to view this film. I'm not sure that I remember the actual viewing in dream 2, I think possibly I skipped it because I knew what the movie was about anyway. When we got to the part with the asian man screaming, this time Nui pulled out a gun, and went crazy. He shot the asian guy not once, but about 6 times in the face. I was screaming at him to stop, so he shot me, a lot. In the face. I was seeing it third-person at this point in time, but luckily all I saw for this was black-rimmed red holes opening up in my face, nothing more gory than that. Then it went back to first-person, and luckily stayed that was for the rest of the dream (I'm afraid of what my mind would think up for what I'd look like with most of my face blown away). Somehow, I maintained total faculty of vision and hearing and voice - actually it seemed like while I could see, my dream-version couldn't, as you'll find out in a minute. Nui kept on his rampage, including shooting a pregnant woman who was due in 2 days. Finally I managed to get out of the theater, and was in some kind of school corridor with large stairways. There were people screaming and running around, and I'm sure that what I looked like didn't help anyone. I was puzzled by the fact that when I touched my face, my hands didn't come away bloody, but now I thank myself for that ;) Anyway, I was walking around screaming and crying just like everyone else, especially about the pregnant woman. I kept wandering and asking for someone to help me, to help me find a hospital. Finally a girl walked towards me with her arms out, and I held on to them, and she led me to a hospital. But I didn't go to the emergency room, I went to the maternity ward. I knew Rachel and Nick (Burnett) were there with their new baby and I wanted to see it. I wandered through the hall to their room, which had a sign on the door with a charachature (whee spelling) of what I looked like saying that I was allowed access to the room - something I thought was really nice of Nick and Rachel (apparently these rooms were pretty high security) but I was afraid of scaring the baby with what I looked like, so I didn't go in. Fade out, end of dream #2.
I don't actually remember how dream #3 started, but I would like to. Somehow I broke my leg again. I was alone and knew I had to get to the hospital, so I lay down on this pillow (about 3'x3') and took off down the road. It was completely natural to be flying on a pillow inbetween cars on the highway. I was in California, going up I-80 from Sacramento to Rocklin. It was hard to keep a grip on the pillow, I was going so fast, but I managed to do it. I was trying to remember which exit the hospital was at (considering the hospital I was thinking of in my dream is actually in Edmond, OK, that was indeed something to figure out), but I was forced off the highway onto Del Mar (which is an actual street near Rocklin, but doesn't have a highway exit). I figured I could still get to the hospital from there, it would just be bumpier (you know, flying on my pillow). I was trying to keep my leg elevated, but I was really scared of it hitting the ground and me tumbling and hurting myself more. Finally I came up behind some other people... I don't remember if they were walking, or riding bikes, or driving a car, or what. I just remember that being behind them made my flight incredibly erratic... I would start swooping up in the air, and diving back down, doing incredibly scary things. I decided that god was controlling my flight, because I didn't hit any trees or anything and there were a lot of trees around and I was flying all around and through them. Finally I overtook the other people, by cutting a corner through someone's lawn - which was a forest of antiques. I flew under huge ancient desks and around golden clocks and almost crashed into a pile of books. Finally I got back on the road, and heading towards the hospital, the dream ended.