Kitini

Dear Internet,

Screw you. Seriously. Stop being so damn distracting. Some of us are trying to concentrate. I'm looking at you, Facebook! And don't think you're off the hook either, Twitter!

Love
Kitini

So I saw a cute little piece which was sadly flawed (like I'm one to talk hurr hurr) I ended up leaving a massive comment on how the artist can improve.

Of course, I'm a little paranoid s/he'll take it the wrong way and think I'm being a jerk - not it, of course, I'm just fond of providing crit.

But the act of leaving the comment made me happy. If s/he improves even slightly I can now claim it was because of me woot (joking!)

Yeah so only updating because the last post was a bit of a TLR, and it was stretching my page too far down for my liking. >

To summarise it, "hey internet, I had some weird dreams. Someone please reassure me I'm not going insane."

Let's make it fairly uncomfortable because I can't think where else to wirte these nonsensical things.

The night before last, I had a rather bizarre dream. Now, not bizarre in my usual dream sense (like the one I was ninja running through a jungle before running through a wall into Tesco. Why Tesco? I have no idea.) but...well, you'll see.

So, apparently there had been some sort of test to enter some academy/university, I'm not sure. Apparently I also had a new friend, who had long brown hair, tied with a green bow. She had a very smart black shirt and skirt combo thing going on. I, on the other hand, had my usual type of outfit on; baggy jeans, hoodie and trainers. Oh yes, height of sophistication, me.

Some new additions that caught my eye was the fingerless gloves and goggles. First off, I hate gloves, especially fingerless ones as they irritate me beyond belief. Also, goggles? I don't own a pair of goggles, never have, and the only pair I ever wore were the huge ones in science class over 5 years ago.

I don't remember much about the actual place we were being accepted into. It was pretty big, but I only saw it from the front. There was one of those wooden podium things to one side of the entrance, which I just can't get the image of back into my head (you know what it's like.) I think it had pillars, not sure. I do know it was supposedly quite prestigious and only the best got in. Yeah, you can tell this is just a dream.

This is where things get a little...scary, in its own way.

My friend, whose name I can't recall, stepped up to the podium. Apparently, we were to make some speech. I don't know if the Dream!Me knew that. But apparently something about it made me quite angry.

Angry enough to produce a knife out of god damn nowhere and stab my friend.

Seriously, what the crap? I know it doesn't sound much but...I have a rather vivid and twisted imagination, so the whole thing was complete with squishing noises and blood everywhere. I made some comment about if she survived to be "Mrs ____" (so I did know her name in-dream, but lost it somewhere along the line) there'd be more blood to come. I then darted off.

Apparently there was a bit of a timeskip.

I was now leaning against some sort of artistically shaped rock, on a grass bit that was higher than the pavement (difficult to explain, but you see it everywhere in England. It's like, you've got a path, then there's a brick wall to one or both sides, and instead of going back down on the other side, it's got grass level with the top of the wall.) The stonework I was leaning on was connected to a metal archway that went over the apparent entrance to this park-like area. I think this was the entrance to the university/academy grounds.

It was raining, and I had a black umbrella, though I was more just dicking around with it, making pretty patterns in the rain (by spinning it really fast. You ever do that?) than using it to protect myself from the elements.

I hear someone comment, "It makes me uncomfortable to see her just standing there." Apparently I am now a cocky bitch so I look down to see who said that and start something, when I see my friend! Who I stabbed! Can I still call her my "friend"? I will, for simplicity sake, but I don't think I'm a very good friend in this dream.

It gets a little vague from here.

She starts cussing me out, to be expected, when I'm like "woah, hey, I'm just waiting for my sister." Now that's also a little odd, since I don't actually have a sister. Not as odd as the whole stabbing random people thing, but you get the idea.

Why I haven't been arrested, by the way, is a mystery. Even in-dream, it was brought up as a bit odd.

We chat for a bit, though it's mostly her cussing me out and me attempting to counter by discussing the weather (that made me smile when I woke up, I don't know why. Probably the "f%@! you!", "yes, I do hope the rain clears up before too long.")

Eventually she decides she's had enough and/or the dream remembers she's meant to be scared of me, and she storms off. I wind up in an alley where I chuck some throwing knives at some guys moving stuff around a van, kill all but one, run over to interrogate him, end up killing him and getting yelled at by some guy who came out of nowhere.

Apparently I'm a cop? Or someone who works with them, at least?

I woke up after trying to intimidate the guys corpse by demonstrating how sharp my knife is on a poster, cutting a corner off in a single clean stroke. Er, said poster was on the wall, by the way. And appeared to be blank.

Last night was just as odd, though. Shall I tell you about that one? It's slightly less disturbing.

So, my and my sister (there she is again.) turn up on this space station run by aliens. How did we get there? No idea. We step into this circular chamber, which is apparently the front door. An alien pops up and is like "wtf you doing here" He was wearing some sort of armour so I can't tell what he looked like, except he was really tall - and then I realised, it's not that he's tall, it's that I'm short. I'm a god damn child. Can't be more than 8 or 9 years old. I think Dream!Me responded in like, which was odd, since I think that's borderline lucid dreaming.

Anyway, we're told we can't bring anything non-organic on board, which doesn't apply to clothes. Apparently it's less cloth and more metal they're worried about. So we're fine, right? Wrong. Bra underwire. My sister has to take her bra off which was thankfully glossed over. She also lost her shirt though, so she wound up spending the next few minutes of the dream with her arms clamped tightly across her chest.

I'm weird

We stumble across this really awesome guy. He had just gotten out of space prison for space fraud (I lol at how casually people in this dream inserted the word "space" before pretty much everything) He was dressed in all black, and looked pretty old and like he'd happily stab me in the eye for looking at him funny.

Basically an old man in space version of my last dream incarnation.

He lets us stay with him with the catch that we carry out chores for him. Fair enough, could have been a lot grosser...

It turns out he has another pair of sister friends who do chores for him, but they're in their late 30's and are basically sick of this shit. The chores I mentioned turned out to be illegal, though what they actually are and how they're illegal, I'm not sure, since the closest to learning what they were was accompanying the other sisters to some sort of auction.

Now, there's these awesome lifts all over the station that are glass all around and have no visible way of moving (I'm sorry, did I say awesome? I meant terrifying.) Apparently our badass carer was so scary, that he had authority to "overload" (put too many people on) any he happened to be on at the time. That's pretty vague, I know, but I recall watching him let about 20 people on one time, then the next he only had 5 people with him, yet punched this other guy in the face for trying to get on.

Moving on from the lifts, I'm not even sure why I brought them up. Oh right, because one of them (AND ONLY ONE) leads to the exit and, thus, freedom from this space station. I...I'm not sure why only one, and why there's a designated "entrance" and "exit", but hey, when I dream, I'm not in direct control of anything.

Hence the stabbing earlier

So we toddle around like this, me and my sister accompanying the other two on their trips to the auction, when suddenly the other two snap and decide they're gonna leave. We get offered to join them, and my sister accepts. I'm a little less certain since I kinda like the badass guy, for some reason, before glomping onto one of the sisters legs asking not to be left alone with him. So clearly less liking him and more shit-scared of him.

And with that, we ride the elevator, except then I have them stop, go find him and we all ride out of there together.

I think. I woke up before the end of the ride up. For all I know, he stabbed us all because the elevator music was doing his nut in (yes, there was elevator music. Yes, it was as shitty as in real life.)






Has anyone else had dreams like this? I'd love to hear them, if only to reassure myself I'm not going insane.