I am back in Atlanta, we returned from Orlando yesturday evening. Though I will not be here for long as I leave tomorrow to head back up to Asheville for school and work. It's kind of sad this time around though since once I leave tomorrow/today it will probably be the last time that I will be in Atlanta with any family ties. As for the Orlando trip nothing really post worthy there as all we really did was move things around getting everything ready for my parents actual move down there at the end of February.
I do not normally post about my dreams on here like Michael does on his but last night I had one of the most fucked up dreams I have ever had so I have to post about it. The Dream started out normal enough but about halfway through it changed in a fairly big way.
The dream started with me standing outside in the evening after sunset having a conversation with Matt. He was telling me about this girl, named Julie, that he had just broken up with. He said that while they were going out he had gone out with another girl and to get back at him Julie went and slept with another guy. The last thing I said to Matt in the converstation at the time when I said it seemed to make sense but when I look back at it know I wonder exactly what it ment. I told him "Don't worry I know this girl very well, she hasn't hardly changed at all since back then, I will go see if I can straighten things out." So I walked over to her house and knocked on the door and her mother answered. Knowing that her mother probably wouldn't just let me come in and talk to her daughter around 10pm in the evening, I asked if I could just use their restroom. She thought for a moment but then let me in. So I went to the bathroom and pretended to use it. I then heard Julie's dad tell her two sisters to do something for him. I then hear the two sisters giggling coming down the hall. So I opened the door just as they quickly moved by with a big bag of dry ice in their hands. I watched them as they headed straight for the fireplace that had a fire burning in it. The two of them then threw the big bag of dry ice into the fire. Almost immediately it started to release a visible gas that for some reason I knew to be deadly. I then took off and ran for the front door. I flung the door open and as I exited I tripped on the door jam thing on the floor and fell to the ground. Now this is the point where the dream changed. It changed perspective and went from first person to third person (almost movie like). In this new point of view I saw myself laying on the ground outsided the door and I quickly began to roll as fast as I could away from the house. Only a few seconds after I started rolling the house exploded with all the windows blowing out and fire shooting out of them. At the same time in slow motion the father started to get blown out through one of the windows and then as the explosion relaxed he was sucked back in. Going back to me I was having trouble breathing so I knew that the explosion must have caused a deadly gas cloud to form around the house. I then heard a voice calling me to it. The third person view then panned up to a dark face that was in the sky. I knew that if I went to that I would die. I remember hearing myself saying "No, I want to live." Then the view panned back to me again and when it did all that was left of me was a head and neck the rest of my body was gone. The head and neck were decaying therefore I knew I must still but in that gas cloud around the house. So my neck and head starting tumbling and rolling away quickly trying to escape. Then all of I sudden I stopped rolling and a hand (as that is all I could see from that perspective) picked my head and neck up. This gave me a fairly close up look at myself or in this case what was left of it as it was very distorted due to the decay with some places on the face and neck having the skin completely gone. The view then panned out again back towards the house and there were many of these head and necks that were glowing orange (almost ghost like) floating up in the sky towards the dark face. It was then I knew that all the others in the house had died. The view panned back to my face and neck which started to repair itself. The skin started coming back and facial features became more clear. This was not my face and neck at least it was no longer. It was now a very demonic looking face with the red glowing eyes and a face that no longer looking anything like mine. At this point the view pulls out reveiling the back of this person or thing that was carrying the head and face. It walked over to another some what run down building, almost like a medium size shed of some kind, and it entered the building with the head and neck still in hand. At this point I woke up. Pretty fucked up huh?
|| Vespere Hesperian 1:18 AM
