| brainjumble |
[Mar. 30th, 2008|03:40 am] |
fuck. i've had this dull ache in my right shoulder for a few hours now. part of me wants to stab myself in the shoulder with a pair of scissors just so it'll be less of a wishy-washy pain and something more concrete. hell, that'd probably get some adrenaline running and knock the pain out for a few minutes.
i have this recurring theme in my dreams, and i'm almost afraid to know what it could mean. i'm often moving through a house, from room to room, or from one floor to the next, and as i pass between the rooms/floors, the path i have to take becomes increasingly difficult. visually, it looks very michel gondry.
in last night's dream, i was walking up a stairway, but halfway up the stairs, i stop because another, smaller staircase intersects it, which leads to a narrower staircase, on and on. so, i have to crawl up across the banister of this next staircase, squeezing my body into increasingly difficult positions in order to get through. last night i actually made it to the upper floor, past these staircases. a woman was up there, feverishly cleaning the lavish room. red carpet, globes, long tables, plush chairs. she complained that her husband, "that fat bastard" never comes up to help her clean. i conjectured with her that he probably can't manage to make his way up there to help.
i also had a dream that i went to buy cigarettes. (wtf?) i was in new hampshire, and i was buying them from a street newspaper stand, the likes of which i never saw growing up there. the cashier was a cute asian, looked a lot like yuka honda from cibo matto. she took my money first, and then asked me for id, which i thought was odd. she even had the change, ready to hand to me. she looked at my id, and laughed, saying that my handwriting was hardly legible. "i didn't know the handwriting was what you were supposed to look for", i said, pointing to the picture. i then noticed that the id was very strange. it had two pictures. one was my eyes, the other was a whole body picture of me sitting in a brown wooden chair, wearing white. after i bought the cigs, i started walking away. two blocks later she walked up alongside me, and turned towards me. i put my arm in the small of her back, something i'd never do to a stranger irl, regardless of how they came at me, and said "you're kinda' cute. can i get your phone number?" she said i could, but when i pulled my phone out, she said "y'know what? i'll just see you around."
there was a third dream, too. (there were probably more, but i only remember these...) i was walking around in a mall. i started in the bookstore. as i kept moving, i was thinking to myself "wow, this bookstore just keeps going and going." somehow, i knew that it was some sort of bookstore mall, but the stores made no attempt to differentiate themselves from eachother, and there were no walls between them. i saw a tall bald guy and a totally nondescript person talking sharply between themselves. they were flipping out a little because someone had just called out sick. i was like "hey, i work at a book store. i think i can help you out", but they just looked at me like i was a meddlesome customer and moved on. |
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