Apocalyptic Interpretation

There was a large group of us getting ready for a costume party and we were riding the subway/metrolink to our friend's shop somewhere in the city. I remember us running through the aisles, goofing off and trying stuff on before we settled on our costumes. As we're in the process of doing all this there's a loud explosion that knocks everyone to their knees and throws all the stuff from the shelves all over people. There's an eerie moment of calm and quiet before the chaos starts, where everyone is trying to figure out what the fuck just happened. I manage to get all the junk off of me and run outside and see debris everywhere, with smoke coming out of the sky in the background. My group of friends and I make it back to the hotel we were staying in, where the rest of the party-goers were staying too. So as everyone is trying to figure out what's going on, you know, checking their phones, the news, Facebook, etc. most of them are either in complete costume or at least in the process of it. Then there's an announcement on the news... Something from space caused this explosion, and it will continue to happen. It's important to find some kind of covering for the head that also keeps you from breathing in the toxic chemicals in the air. There's another loud BANG and I find myself in a bathroom with a blonde boy. We stuff towels under the door to keep the bad air out and hide together in the shower. Nothing happens and the all clear is yelled sometime later.

Fast forward. Life resumes some sort of "normalcy". Everyone is issued helmets that look kinda like motorcycle helmets but they're super heavy duty and have a breathing device in them. I can remember how heavy it was, trying to put it on my head the first few times. There's a few random memories of how life is with the fishbowls. Like I met mom and Mimi for lunch and there was an alarm while we were eating. Or another one on the subway. Then shit got serious. The news declared that at the present we were sustaining life and it seemed the problem would not be getting any worse. Then it went onto say BUT (there's always a but) the problem needed to be corrected in space, there was a tear in some sort of atmospheric... thing. And someone had to go and fix it in order to keep the planet from slowly suffocating. Bring back blonde boy, whom, I forgot to mention, I had been dating this whole time. He volunteers to go on this mission to space and fix the rip in the atmosphere to save the day. (woo!) He says his goodbyes, we have one of those epic, Armageddon type moments, and he gets on the ship. What I was unaware of during this whyole process is that he doesn't expect to make it back alive. Not because the mission is ridiculously dangerous, but because he has a bad lung and doesn't think that the canned astronaut oxygen will be able to sustain him long enough for him to fix the hole and make it back. 

The next part shows him up in space, floating in a suit away from a piece of debris in space. He had fixed the rip, not sure how because I never saw it, but it was fixed. He turned and looked at everything and could see the outline of the planets and earth off in the distance. Then there is an obnoxious beeping noise and he starts to lose air pressure, and he falls. I'm not sure how he falls in space since there's no gravity... but he falls. And he lands on a space station. (That looks like the Death Star).

Fast forward. There's a man sitting in a cluttered office sipping coffee and typing in a computer when there's a knock on the door. It's an older Blonde Boy (for a minute he looks like Harrison Ford as Han Solo, but it went away) and he comes in and starts talking to the guy behind the desk. Guy Behind the Desk says they finally get to go home. That their beloved hunk o'tin has reached it's limitations and that they want them home. 

Fast forward. I'm on the AFB, trying to find Blonde Boy. I walk into this office where they send me, and it turns out to be a counselors office. This man named Brooks, a young Will Smith, walks up and starts calmly trying to explain the reintroduction process. He says how Blonde Boy has been in space by himself for a long time and it will be hard for him to adjust and I need to understand and support this if I really love him blah blah... He's heard a lot about me from Blonde Boy but that I also need to realize that we've both changed and will have to get to know each other again... Etc. I start freaking out, getting hysterical. All I want to do is see him, why is he keeping us apart. I spent what felt like a lifetime thinking he was dead, now I find out he's alive and all I want to do is see him. Brooks tells me I need to calm down. He says he's going to put me in this... thing. I can't remember the word now. But essentially it's a giant tank that has jelly fish swimming around in it. And there's these spots where you go and you're immersed and put in mostly darkness. The effect is actually very calming and people go there to relax and focus. At first I didn't want to go but then my head cleared and when I climbed out of the tank there were actually a couple other people waiting to get in. As I looked around I could see it was kind of like a public pool area. Apparently, the counselors suggested this technique often for people who were having a hard time coping. I remember bawling. Absolutely sobbing to the point where it hurt and my eyes were swollen and it was just ridiculous. I understood though. So I walked back out into the office and Brooks was in a meeting, so I stepped outside and for some reason a bunch of my friends were there and when I saw them I gave them big bear hugs and kisses on the cheeks and was just super glad to see them. Jonathan and Ryan were among these... (I need a life.) There were two guys who were trying to get me to walk away with them, like I owed them money or something, but even in the dream I know I couldn't remember what for either. So I walked back into Brooks office and I'm sitting in the waiting room, waiting for him and Blonde Boy walks up behind me, leans his head on my shoulder and says hello...

The Keeper of Souls.

listen?

I woke up this morning and grabbed my journal before I'd even fully opened my eyes to jot down this particular dream. I must say, out of all of my odd dreams, this one really stands out. I remember as it was going on I realized that I was watching it happen, like I was watching a movie... I'm not actually any of the characters in my dream... So bear in mind this is the unedited version, this is exactly how I wrote it in my journal.

The setting is in a big city and it seems futuristic. The apartment is in this HUGE building on like the 100th floor. The main character looked just like Jennifer Garner  (so she will now be referred to as Jennifer to avoid confusion.) She lived in in this apartment all alone until one day she finds an injured and unconscious man and brings him home with her. I'm not sure where he came from but I do know he was hurt in what was simply called "The War". He doesn't come to very often and when he does he doesn't speak, but he has these amazing aquamarine eyes that seem to communicate beyond words. As she cares for him she (thinks) she's falling in love with him. As this is going on a new girl has started at her job (no idea where that is). She's blonde with a French accent. (It's the lady from that "Birdsong" movie with Jack from Pillars of the Earth). *AUTHOR'S NOTE: I Google'd it, her name is Clémence Poésy)

Jennifer (or whatever) starts talking to her about this man and the unexplainable connection and how she's falling for him etc etc. Blonde Girl explains to her that it's because he's from a different reality. He can't speak or truly function because he's trapped in THIS reality. Jennifer (or whatever) becomes determined after that to find a way to be with him. Blonde Girl explains that this version of her has to die in order to cross over into his reality. I think Mysterious Pretty Eyed Guy had actually died at this point because I never saw him again and Jennifer (or whatever) seemed distraught. So in a moment of grief she opens her window and jumps, falling gracefully and in slow motion to the ground where she lands face down, sprawl limbed, in front of her apartment building. Which had a large shiny metal sculpture of some sort out front and huge picture windows in the front. It kinda looked like a bank, honestly.

After a few minutes she gets up and while this world is almost identical, the lighting is different and all the people she sees have the same brilliantly bright eyes as Mysterious Pretty Eyed Guy. I forgot to mention that every time Jennifer (or whatever) uses the elevator to go in and out of her building there's a different old person, in dress black, holding a skeleton key in with her. It doesn't seem out of place at the time, it just seems like they're other people in her building who happen to be in the elevator with her. You know how in movies when they zoom in on an object that the characters don't notice, but the audience is supposed to? Foreshadowing and all that? That's how I noticed the key. Every time she got in the elevator the focus was on the key. So even though this building was huge there are only 20 actual rooms and each one of the elevator people lives in one. As the story keeps going, I noticed that Jennifer (or whatever) is the only young, not dressed in all black, person living there. And she never holds the key.

Okay, so after she wakes up she goes running back into her building, with dirt smudged on her face (though no other visible damage is done, despite plummeting to her death from the top of a skyscraper) and encounters an as yet unseen person in black, an older lady with a French accent. She has dark hair and kinda looks like the lady who play's Regina's mom in Once Upon a Time, Barbara Hershey. She says to Jennifer (or whatever),

"I can't believe you let the (SOME WEIRD FOREIGN WORD THAT I DON'T RECALL EVER HEARING IN MY ENTIRE LIFE) trick you like that."  I remember interpreting it as a word that meant some kind of evil spirit or something. Y'know, like how banshees are considered bringers of death.

To which Jennifer (or whatever) replies, "What do you mean?"

"She isn't what she seems, she's the Keeper of Souls. Why do you think there are only 20 rooms and we only have one key? Why are you the only young one and the only one to leave? You've been tricked ma cherie."

Of course, Jennifer (or whatever) is flabbergasted and full of denial and runs (in slow motion) to her apartment door and throws it open.


...and that's it. I woke up. I never saw what she sees.

s'mores & things.

Odd dreams about people I haven't seen in awhile...

I can't really remember the order they were in but here goes.

Drew showed up at my house and we were standing in the mud room talking and he was trying to explain his douchebaggery. Then he says he has a surprise for me and we go outside and he's got a big rig parked at the end of my driveway. We get in and are standing in the back part and we continue our conversation. It went something like... I'm sorry I know I said I would stop doing this shit... and it freaked me out how intensely I felt... and I had spent the night before talking to my best friend who had just broke up with his girlfriend so it got me thinking... and I'm sorry. Then he tried to kiss me and I was like WOAHBUDDY nu uh. Last time you started this shit I lost my best friend. Keep your feely type emotions to yourself and go back to being my best friend and I think we'll all be a lot happier. I think I hurt his dream feelings because I don't recall him saying anything else.

/end dream.


I rolled over and picked up my phone and my friend Travis had sent me like pages upon pages of text messages but they weren't a conversation or anything... it was like a story. He had gotten this ginormous tattoo on his back that, from what I recall, was actually pretty badass. And the attached story was explaining the meanings behind it.

/end dream.

I saw Tater in the grocery store. He was coming down the aisle pushing a cart and I happened to hear him talking from the next row. I ran through the store and jumped on him to the point where he dropped the loaf of bread he had in is hand and he had to catch me. Then we went back to his house and made s'mores....

/end dream.

bad.

Strange using dream. Little too realistic for my taste, but it's to be expected what with the quitting smoking and all. I can remember it pretty vividly but I don't particularly want to go into this one, since it seems to be a pretty big trigger. One strange part though, is that I was dating this blonde guy. I rarely go for blonds. I have a thing for dark hair and dark eyes... Hm. Oh, and Danelle was in this one too. She pops up every once in awhile.

Anyway. Not interesting, but wanted to write it down.

/end dream.

gearhead.

This ones another random image dream, not so much a fluid timeline. I've been reading about a boy who accidentally gets turned into a girl by a stoner angel... and he was a car fanatic who drag raced. So essentially, a gearhead, drag racing chick. How effing sweet, amiright!? My main memory is racing this scary lady and winning. And then a couple of my exes, who teased me about my car until I whooped them.

Downside, I have no recollection what kind of car it was. I don't even remember seeing it, just being in it and seeing under the hood. No full on view or anything. There was no passenger seat and I think it was black. Then I was working on it. I was putting in something fancy to make it go faster, I think. Maybe. Iono. When I'm awake and open a hood of a car I barely know what I'm looking at. I can check the oil and the coolant levels. Oh and jump a battery. And change a tire. That's about it. Anyway. I had my head under the hood and was leaning in real far when someone came up and grabbed my ass and it startled me so bad I bashed my head on the hood... Don't know who that was either. A mysterious faceless person.

But yeah. Pretty sweet. I was pumped about this one. Too bad this was not something I could transfer to real life. Guess I'll have to keep dating guys who work on cars instead.

Hah. Yeah... right.


/end dream.

Bob Marley.

Let me preface this with the fact that yesterday was a super long day at work. We had no a/c and I was stuck behind a bunch of copy machines that put out an extraordinary amount of heat. Plus some other debacles. But. Whatever. So as soon as I came home I booked it to my room, dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, and face planted into my bed. I slept like that till 1 a.m. when I was awoken abruptly by the second dream I list here. Now. Onto the point of this entry...

This is a bits and pieces kind of dream. Lots of vivid images, but no fluid timelines.

The first image I remember seeing is being in somewhere similar to ancient Rome. Back in the day, if you will. And Bob Marley was fighting for the throne... I knew there was a fight going on but I didn't see any of it. Then, in a moment of glory, someone put a crown on his head and sunlight burst out of the clouds. Yayyy. Long live the king! lol.

Next mental image is depressing... as usual, I had a dream about my ex. I don't normally document these because they happen almost every night. This can either be construed as sweet or insanely creepy. Take your pick. But everyone knows how I feel about him, I whine about it all the time and drunk text him on a regular basis. So...anyway. This one was so realistic it made me wake up out of a dead sleep at one a.m. (see above) He was here. He'd drove down here to see me in person so we could talk. He wanted to see if we should try and work it out or tell me to quit pestering him once and for all. But when he got here it was late so he crawled into bed with me. I swear I rolled over and he was there and we were face to face. I could feel it. Like his breath and how warm he was and his heartbeat. Even the texture of his t-shirt. And I of course start crying and he tells me to stop and we start talking, like we used to, and he says he doesn't want to talk about the serious stuff right now. He's tired, he just drove 6 hours, and he just wants to enjoy the moment. So he starts teasing me about my teddy bear and the stupid stuff I do and have in my room that reminds me of him. Which I will not list here. Because they are embarrassing. And again, could be construed as sweet or insanely creepy.

I woke up with tears running down my face.
UGH.

I also had a dream where my entire family was moving in my grandma's house. (Which is partially true, my cousins and my aunt are moving in with grandma) but it was her old house, and my mom and I were included. And for some reason, my cousin and I (the next oldest) got into this huge argument. We were screaming at each other, but then all of a sudden were cool about it lol. The house we were moving into was pretty awesome though. Oh, and my grandma was sitting at a vanity in this really pretty attic room and I remember coming up the stairs and my mom was re-arranging some stuff. And I asked whose room this was going to be and they said Grandma and Grandpa's. And I said woah.. grandpa's going to be here? And Grandma said, yes, they decided to give it another go. Which is strange... because before he passed away, they had been divorced for at least 6 years...

OKAY then... on to the fourth and final mental image. I believe this one personifies my extreme frustration of work yesterday. (Remind me to drink more coffee, I'm about to have a suuupperr long two weeks.) I'm standing at the CPC check out. And this portly middle aged man with glasses and a blue tshirt tucked into khaki pants walks up. And you know how guys with a gut tuck their shirts into their pants and it like, conforms to the shape of their belly? Yeah. Like that. He walks up to pick up his prints and he says, "Oh, also, I'd like to buy some food stamps." I raise my eyebrow at him and do the head jerk to the side that I do when I'm confused, and say, "Uhm, I'm sorry, but we don't sell food stamps here... They don't even call them food stamps anymore. They're on a card..." Portly Guy starts to get angry. "That's bullshit! I used to buy them here all the time!" I reply, "Well first of all, like I said, they don't give out food stamps anymore, per se. They're on a type of credit card called a Link card. And secondly, if you can afford to buy the stamps, why don't you just go to the store and buy the damn food!" Then he demands to see my manager. I tell him my manager will tell him the exact same thing I just did. Then I woke up because my fan had blown off my blanket.

Raphael.

The first part of this dream was pretty short. Kinda like the commercial channel you have when you're watching t.v. You know, you watch it for a few minutes while the show you're really trying to watch is on a commercial. You don't see much of it, but it keeps you entertained in the mean time. I'm in Saved By the Bell (lol) as if it were real. And it's the end of the school year and there's some contest where if we win some big band will come and play at the school. (Bayside, I still remember. Nerd.) Anyway. Kelly, Lisa, and I submit something and win. YAY. Except Jessie is all pissed because she didn't win so having to go pick up the band and him leaving Zack as principal...

/end dream.

This other dream was way cooler and way more realistic. It's a time travel dream. In this one I end up in the Italian countryside probably 200-ish years ago. I'm not familiar with Italian history, so I can't place the clothes. But I land in the middle of some spring fair type deal. I'm aware that I've travelled back in time, but I seem to be in the right kind of clothes, except for my bathing suit top. Once I realize I'm half naked I scramble around trying to find a shirt, which I somehow manage to do. But as I'm doing this I wander into a group of musicians and a huge crowd of people dancing. I kinda think there was a Maypole, but I'm not sure. This girl, probably about my age, very pretty with dark hair comes up and says, "I don't recognize you. Are you from here?" (in English, btw) and I shake my head and tell her I've lost my family and stumbled across her town and I have no idea what I'm going to do. So she smiles and says, "Come with me" and leads me to this huge blanket where her family and friends are sitting. They all seem excited to meet me... which is strange... but they're the stereotypical loud, friendly Italian family. They all hug me and do the double kiss cheek thing and pour me a glass of wine and sit me down next to this super gorgeous guy. He has dark hair, dark eyes, and a killer smile. I can remember exactly what he looks like, even now. Hours later. He reminds me of someone but I can't figure out who. Anyway. His sister (the girl who found me) introduces us. His name is Raphael. He's shy. I'm shy. I don't speak Italian and him and his sister keep leaning over to talk to each other. But they keep glancing at me so it's pretty obvious they're talking about me. Then Raphael grabs me and tries to drag me out to dance. I object, of course, because I don't know how to dance like they do. He laughs at me and says it's all right, he'll teach me. The night carries on, lots of wine, lots of dancing, lots of flirting with this sexy Italian guy. Then he kisses me. I get lightheaded, can't breathe. Then his mom comes up and grabs me by the shoulders and says it's time for bed and does a shoo-ing motion at Raphael and tells him to behave himself. There will be plenty of time for that later. As she's helping me up the stairs into their villa she gives me the third degree about how I feel about her son and if she liked their family and how I would feel about staying. She says they think my red hair is amazing and they'd like to keep me. The rest of the dream is kinda like an entire year in a 2 second amount of time. The next thing I really remember is standing up at the altar with Raphael in a Catholic wedding. Which is strange, because I don't know much about Catholicism, but in the dream I seem to know what I'm doing.

/end dream.