Current mood:

urgh.

I had a dream last night.


I was with somebody. Some clown I haven't seen in a long time. We were walking down a street in Upper Arlington. He asked me if I ever go to Worthington... I asked him why I would do something like that, knowing full well what he meant by it... but he seemed satisfied by that response. As we went on, he eventually disappeared and turned into other people. I am not sure who they were.

We were later at my parents' house in Upper Arlington. Then we sort of ran into people we knew from a long time ago and didn't like much, so we left the house and went to a corner deli in Union Square. While in the deli, we tried to hide the popcorn (which was a bag of potato chips for some reason) from them. With some success, the employees decided we were stealing. Subsequently, they took hold of me and, for lack of a better explanation, raped me.

Not full-on rape, mind you, but grabbed me and wouldn't let me go and did funny acrobatics with me, most of which involved shoving hands in my crotch. When I tried to get away, they wouldn't let me.

This went on for a stupidly long time (fifteen - twenty minutes) and I was starting to get rather freaked out and annoyed. They started saying strange things about making me their pet and elaborating on their future plans to entice me and keep me drugged and submissive. I began to get terribly annoyed, and just as I was completely fed up, a policefolk entered the place, and the people who had me in their clutches flipped me around, injured themselves somehow and proclaimed that I was a violent thief. The Police-person then decided it would be a good idea to shoot me -- I managed to dodge in the last moment and he ended up shooting the guy who was holding me. One of the three clowns who had been holding me captive now whipped out a firearm of his own (I get mad when guns are in my dreams) and shot mr. Policeman. As he fell, I grabbed his gun and dispatched the remaining two fuckers who were holding me hostage.

I burst out of there, ran along, and then turned about and realized that I was dreaming. Upon this realization, I began to notice I was waking up, and tried my best to force myself to remain in a dream state. Unsucessfully, I woke up in a state of sleep paralysis and spent the next five minutes attempting to flail about and keep myself awake (so as not to slip into that freaky evil thing that happens when you give in to sleep paralysis) while my eyes stared at the ceiling. When at last I could move again, I settled down and lamented my failed lucid dreaming attempt, and reflected on the extremely retarded dream I had just had.





I finished my animation for school... If anybody is interested in seeing it, I'd be happy to email / IM it to you.

Here is a shot from it, since I don't think I've thrown any up into livejournal yet:

rawr spooky.

It is a two minute "short" where a skeleton band kicks out its shitty violinist and then proceeds to abduct a poor street musician, whom they then remove the fleshy and meaty bits of, and force him to join their spooky trio.




Transit Strike. Ooh la-la.