my waking dream:

there is a long and drawn out dream about a reality created after a movie. some sort of aliens taking over the world and making humans their slaves sort of thing. i befriend an old geisha who teaches me a thing or two about having sex (rape) twenty or more times a day and living through it. we bathe in a shallow lake among weeping willow roots. the geisha fishes underneath the water with her hands and finds a swiss army knife. she hands it to me, you know where to hide it, you know what to do�

the dream is about staying alive. i am careful to obey the human-looking aliens and their disgusting pets.

the whole 'set' is built out in a national park, away from everything, and upon grass and natural flooring. some of the alien's pets live here, thriving on top of the rich soil, weaving in and out under foot, long slimy insect like things�some with teeth, all horrible to step on. i must tread lightly in my bare feet, and with much care.

i befriend the enemy and they take me in. i am invited up to the platform for breakfast.

tori and TT and i eating together up on the high and railing-less platform. she walks up to the buffet and comes back with a yellow plastic cereal bowl full of a mixture of things�candy coated almonds, jelly beans, celery and captaincrunch�all swimming in milk. she offers TT and i a bite, and we eat it. not so bad, it's texture food!, i say. and we laugh.

we are listening to her new album, a 2-CD set. i ask her, jeez, she has another one out already? and tori answers, as if we are not talking about her, yep,�her last one. i think she's tired. she goes up to the buffet again, this time picking a canister of everlastingpringles. with a rip and a pop i watch her consume.

the dream directly before that:

i am a random grrl on a train. the train is shaped circular-wise, like a hula-hoop, and just spins and spins as if not taking us anywhere�but it is. i walk around the long and endless corridor�finding an evil sibling of mine and a friend of her's. they are plotting my death, plotting to steal my inheritance. i hide and listen to all of the details.

we arrive home and i sit in my parent's living room in wait for the assassins. in the dream i am a slight little thing, shorter and tiny tiny frame. my friend, waiting with me, is an effeminate boy not much larger than myself. the first assassin comes in � through the front door and sneaks around the hallway. this huge and burly killer does not see me and my lamp, hiding just around the corner.

i bring the lamp down in his head, hard, and he falls against the wall�sliding down it to the floor. to make sure he is knocked out i pick up his head in both hands and smack it hard against the baseboard�again�again�listening to the satisfying and meaty noise it makes. blood splashes up onto my arms, chest, face�but i continue until i am sure he will not wake up and take us by surprise.

meanwhile the second assassin comes in and my friend takes care of him. i walk out to the hallway and finish the job�this time using the floor.

the evil sister and her friend are sleeping upstairs�we carefully creep up with rope and the are immobilized before they are able to get away. my friend leads/drags the evil sister's friend (his sister) out to the kitchen and proceeds to make a bloody mess. he screams and screams, hits her over the head with plates and various other ceramic objects he finds.

hrm�

perhaps strange that i did not wake up with a headache. heh.