ok, two dreams as of late...i do not remember them implicitly, but for a few details and the fact that i would wake up several times inbetween seperate "chapters" of the same dream...only to slip right back into where i woke up. something rare, indeed -- and interesting that it happened twice to me this weekend with two nightmares. woah.

dreams:

i am sitting with a friend of mine and his father. we chat, nothing too interesting...until i niticed that his father is fumbling with his zipper and staring at my breasts while we talk. he proceeds to unzip his pants and masturbate. i am flustered, my friend is flustered. we ignore the old man...sucessfully until he comes and it shoots onto my lap. this is a very uncomfortable situation and i jump up.

i wake, pee, go back to bed a bit shaken up...

i am walking around ikea or something like it, browsing and strolling around. someone grabs my ass and i turn around and it is my friend's father again, drooling and milking his old man self. i run, he chases, cackling.

i wake...i fall asleep again...

i work for a restaurant and my boss, my friend's father, yet again, makes the employees walk around shirtless so he can suck on or fondle our breasts at will.

eeep!

sexual threatening dreams with other people's parents in them are WRONG! ack.

that was saturday night's dream. last night i dreamt...

rixy is going around killing members of studygroup#9. i know he is murdering everyone, but no one believes me. a situation comes up where i have to go for a ride in his car. wilde is in the front passenger seat and i am in the back, behind the driving rixy. i am nervous and get out my swiss army, flicking out the biggest blade, and hiding it behind my back. we come to our destination and he parks, asks me "so, how was your surgery, i heard that it..." while he talks he turns and leans back over his seat, stabbing me in my right lung suddenly and suprisingly with a stencil-exacto-knife.

i am shocked but act quick, trapping his right arm behind his head rest and catching his left hand/arm in downswing. i cut long and deep, filet-ing the underside of his arm from wrist to elbow. i throw open the door of the car and run, glancing back at my shocked friend, wilde, in the front seat. i yell to her to get out of the car and run, but i know it is too late.

i wake up, find a kitty and settle down back into fuzzy purring kitty sleep...

i am hiding from rixy over a friend's apartment. i sit on the couch, nervous and staring out the front windows. the doors to the room do not lock...neither the front door, nor the back door to the alley. i know he is out there in the dark and i am afraid, he kicks open the front door and runs at me with a hunting knife, stabbing me multiple times until i die.

i wake up, pee...grab random kitty again and go back to bed, holding bootyboi's hand...

mojo is over the hideout-apartment for a visit, and i explain to him that rixy has flipped and has killed people and that is why he and deestrukt can not find anyone to go out to chiodo's pub with them. i explain what happened in the car and the last time he broke into the apartment...and i check my pocket, find a large gun there. the dream becomes recursive and starts acting istelf over, the waiting, terrified in the apartment...rixy breaking down the door -- only this time i have a really big gun and i blow holes in the fucker's chest. he slumps down in a pile of bone and gristle.

deestrukt picks us up and we leave to go out to dinner at chiodo's. there is a parking spot in the front, and no matter how much we help her or how hard she tries, deestrukt just cannot parallel park.

*snicker*

odd dreams, but interesting to think about.
interesting.