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thedestroyer's livejournal, since it deals with the realm of my stomach. Kind of. Anyway, go there if you want to read it.
For this post, I will tell about the incredibly disturbing dream I had last night. Or at least what I can remember of it. This will be cut because the dream did include some R-rated elements - no sex or sexuality at all, but just some disturbing stuff. Toilet humor, I guess, although no toilets either. Oh bah. Just read it if you like. ;)
It was the first day of classes this semester. I made it to my first class, which I shared withscottage. We had to do some kind of sewing project. He and I sat... no, lay on the floor near each other (on our sides, facing each other) doing our projects. I don't remember what I was making, but I chatted at him idly while making it.
Near the end of the class, I find out - but only because he told me - that Scott's project had been to sew my rear end shut. No, not sew the cheeks together. Sew the HOLE shut.
Now, there was absolutely no way that Scott had access to that area during this short time of "class", and certainly I imagine I'd notice if that area of my body were being SEWN with a NEEDLE AND THREAD, but due to the nature of dreams, it happened without my knowledge. Somehow, Scott also had the power to have me show it off (against my will) to the whole class. I was humiliated and ran off.
At this point, whereas my dream self wasn't in the classroom anymore, I (as the dreamer) was able to view what happened. People started to feel bad for me, but no one knew what to do. Scott started attempting to get the guys in class to come to my apartment and ask me out on dates, to help bolster my self esteem, but one by one they rejected me.
While this was going on, I was at home attempting to remove the stitches, and that is ALL I will say about that. It was pretty graphic in my dream - I must have some major repressed issues.
Back in the classroom, Scott finally felt so bad that he went up to Josh Larosse (a name with incredible importance to me, even though I'm not sure any one of you know who he is... such is life) and told him that Josh finally clearing up all the crap and mangled emotions between us might be my first step on the way to recovering from this horrific incident. Obviously I had a lot of problems, so solving one of the first and most painful ones would help the others follow.
I only remember bits of the dream after that, but nothing so vivid or disturbing. I think the escalator to my hallway in my apartment/dorm broke when a boy jumped onto it from an above floor, creating such a collision that he broke through it to drop on the floor below.
Sooooo... I'm about to go to bed. Um... I'm scared.
thedestroyer's livejournal, since it deals with the realm of my stomach. Kind of. Anyway, go there if you want to read it.For this post, I will tell about the incredibly disturbing dream I had last night. Or at least what I can remember of it. This will be cut because the dream did include some R-rated elements - no sex or sexuality at all, but just some disturbing stuff. Toilet humor, I guess, although no toilets either. Oh bah. Just read it if you like. ;)
It was the first day of classes this semester. I made it to my first class, which I shared with
scottage. We had to do some kind of sewing project. He and I sat... no, lay on the floor near each other (on our sides, facing each other) doing our projects. I don't remember what I was making, but I chatted at him idly while making it.Near the end of the class, I find out - but only because he told me - that Scott's project had been to sew my rear end shut. No, not sew the cheeks together. Sew the HOLE shut.
Now, there was absolutely no way that Scott had access to that area during this short time of "class", and certainly I imagine I'd notice if that area of my body were being SEWN with a NEEDLE AND THREAD, but due to the nature of dreams, it happened without my knowledge. Somehow, Scott also had the power to have me show it off (against my will) to the whole class. I was humiliated and ran off.
At this point, whereas my dream self wasn't in the classroom anymore, I (as the dreamer) was able to view what happened. People started to feel bad for me, but no one knew what to do. Scott started attempting to get the guys in class to come to my apartment and ask me out on dates, to help bolster my self esteem, but one by one they rejected me.
While this was going on, I was at home attempting to remove the stitches, and that is ALL I will say about that. It was pretty graphic in my dream - I must have some major repressed issues.
Back in the classroom, Scott finally felt so bad that he went up to Josh Larosse (a name with incredible importance to me, even though I'm not sure any one of you know who he is... such is life) and told him that Josh finally clearing up all the crap and mangled emotions between us might be my first step on the way to recovering from this horrific incident. Obviously I had a lot of problems, so solving one of the first and most painful ones would help the others follow.
I only remember bits of the dream after that, but nothing so vivid or disturbing. I think the escalator to my hallway in my apartment/dorm broke when a boy jumped onto it from an above floor, creating such a collision that he broke through it to drop on the floor below.
Sooooo... I'm about to go to bed. Um... I'm scared.