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Anybody out there any good at dream analysis?
Monday, March 7, 2005 3:06 AM
First, some irl information you might need to know:I hate going to dances,and plan not to go to prom. A friend of mine (megan) has been harrasing me to go to prom with her this year. I know two megans, megan and meaghan. Ice Cream Guys name is Fucktard. (well, not really. But hey...) Oh, and Fucktard and I were sort of dating for a while, but we broke up. Because he's a fucktard.
Ok, so here's my wacky dream:
It was prom night, and somehow megan had talked me into going. So we were in a hotel room. (i dunno why. Prom was in a hotel, so we got a hotel room, and we were getting ready there.) And I had spur-of-the-moment decided that I was going to go, so i didn't have a dress or an outfit. So we tore apart our suitcases (because apperently this prom in a hotel was also in another state that we had to do some serious traveling to get too. Mighta been Vegas) looking for something but we didn't have anything and we get the bright idea to go down to the gift shop to find a prom dress but they don't have my size (although I do find it interesting that they had prom dresses), and long story short we miss the whole prom.
WHILE this is going on there's also this sub-plot going on that has something to do with Fucktard asking some ugly, unpopular chick to prom to piss off his boss (but in so subtle a fashion that his boss will never know that he's supposed to be angry.) (Actually, I think this might be something that Fucktards gonna do in real life. Don't ask me how i know this, or why its in my dream, but whatever.) ANYWAYS, this date of fucktards spends a lot of the time on the phone with her mom (because she's the kind of girl who's very attached to her mother) and she's trying so hard to impress Fucktard and she thinks its going really well because Fucktard is using his wiles on her but I'm watching this and thinking, "This is not gonna end well."
So (even though we've missed prom) megan and I leave the hotel go on this quest to find me a prom outfit because, well, I dunno why, but we're on a quest goddamn it and we're gonna find me an outfit (we never do). So we go to a whole bunch of other hotel gift shops looking for a dress, but they won't let us in because we don't go to those hotels or something.
Night falls. We go to target. Megan morphs into Meaghan. So I'm in target looking at hair dye (oh yeah, my hair has been doing all sorts of funky stuff. It grows to shoulder length, and gets black and brown streaks in it. It looks really bad though, so I'm looking for a way to cover it up) so I'm looking for hair dye and the world collapses. The walls fall down and the world outside has become this barren wasteland. Eveybody is dead or missing excpet me and some randome target salesman (who is gay and has rainbow streaks in his hair) and eventually he goes away too.
Then God shows up. I'm dead serious. God. And he's this really gross, worn down old man dressed in rags. Jesus shows up and he's this little kid. But he's also really greasy and dressed in rags. There was a third thing there (person isn't the right word), but it just sort of lurked in the shadows and was creepy.
My memory of this dream has been fairly solid up to this point, but here it gets sort of wierd. Jesus is doing something to a wall. Digging through it or something. Its really, really hard work, physicaly, and for some reason emotionaly as well. God sits all hunched up next to me on a rock and grunts at Jesus that he's waisting his time, or doing it wrong or something. God just sits there and harrasses him. And i can tell that this is really hard on Jesus because he never complains or anything so I ask him why he's doing it. And jesus says "Because I have to. I've done this 213 times already." (not sure if that was the number. I remmer it being 200 and something. Maybe 243) And i just got this really profound feeling. Like I was watching something really exceptional happening. But all that was going on was some old guy was harrasing some little kid who was scratching at a wall and beating it with a sledgehammer.
It was
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