in the interzone now
*cracks knuckles* This is going to be quite the feat...
I have strange dreams. They happen in places I know well (like my old high school), only it isn't the place at all. Ever. I've had one where my school was a mall, but I completely accepted it as having been the school I went to for years. Ah, dream logic.
In these convoluted settings (because every dream I have more or less mutilates familiar surroundings and then claims "this is how it's always been!"), I've only remembered three kinds of dream for the past year. I'm sure I get one of them every night, actually.
There's the dreams where something is trying to make it very clear that I am owned. The first of these, from December before last, actually ended with the words "She's ours now," and the dreams have moved from there (where I was caught) to a more hunt/chase sort of thing. Being pursued by the one who thinks he owns me. These dreams have spawned very disturbing, half-erotic, psychotic stories.
Then I get the comforting dreams, which seem always to star Mike. They can just be silly things, or they can escalate to past pornographic, but there's always this basic feeling of absolute safety.
The only other dreams are the ones I wake up whimpering and crying from. These have been tooooo common for the past two weeks. Dreams of past people. And believe me, I never want to dream these; never even wanted to see the people again in my life. It's almost always Harrison, the one who got away (with about half of my torn-open heart leaving with him), and regardless of what happens, it always ends up disturbing me to the point where I wake up half hysterical.
My mind is not my friend, considering in these three trends of dreams, only one's actually good. Um, oops?
i'll be waiting for you
do exactly what you're told