Ed and I were at this huuuuuge antiques place. it was like the size of two schools glued together next to each other, it had 3 floors I think. we were outside but I lost him, so I was walking in front of the building to find another entrance. the whole thing was fenced off, and instead of a sidewalk there were a bunch of awkward river rocks that I had to walk on. it was in this strange town, and people kept looking at me from the other side of the street, like what are you doing. when I finally made it to the other end it was in this like projects area and I was like shit I can’t be here and turned back around. once again walking on this uneven ground. keeping an eye out for snakes. I got in the entrance on the other side. after walking through a while, I found Ed. we were walking around looking at stuff, but stuff kept disappearing/moving and staircases would lead to nowhere. the owner would randomly appear in places and say weird things to us. it was really creepy and full of weird vibes. like somehow haunted/magical but not in a good way. so finally we tried to leave. I think we did buy something since it wasn’t permitted to leave empty handed. we didn’t want to bring anything home from this place though. we left, and the guy said something cryptic to me about answering my phone. as we walked away every few minutes my phone would ring once and stop, and the caller ID said something creepy along the lines of what the guy said. we just wanted to get out of there but we couldn’t find the car. in the huge parking lot, where there weren’t any other vehicles. so after a while we just walked along this road. there was nothing else to do. eventually we found the car. first we bumped into it but couldn’t see it. it was invisible. the guy had moved it and there was some kind of enchantment on the whole area for people to get lost and not find a way home. but thankfully we discovered the car.
I was at home but there was a party, I had been sick all day. but then someone from the party had to go to the doctor because she was sick. I was confused about it because nobody took me to the doctor. but the my mom said she couldn’t keep food down, and that my illness couldn’t be treated by doctors.
I was in a hotel. I was by myself but staying somewhere that I could see disney from my window. I went out to eat at this restaurant because I didn’t know what else to do. the guy next to me said that the bottom floor was in a different state and I could order different food there if I wanted. like local stuff. I had eggs. there was a middle aged guy on my left and a girl my age on my right. I was on the phone with monica but I think she fell asleep. the girl took my phone and said hi to her and then we ended the call. I became friends with the girl. as we were eating she mentioned there being onions in her homefries and how she hated that they did that without asking. then I realized mine were probably cooked with hers so I shouldn’t eat them. I finished my eggs, and then every time I tried to eat the rest of my food, I had somehow picked up poop and ended up taking a bite of out that, spitting it out and throwing it on the ground. there was a pile of poop in the corner then and the girl laughed and took pictures of it. then a guy came over with a lawn mower to go over the poop and we left because we figured that would smell. the restaurant was underground in a cave, and it was a long tunnel with different restaurants all through it. I left my borrowed book and handful minigolf pencils on the return spot and we climbed the stairs out.
when we went to the car we realized that there was a buffalo sitting against it (though to me I couldn’t see either, it just looked like a bunch of rocks). two other people were with us, a couple. the guy tried to be tough and lift the buffalo away himself. he pulled and pulled and we were like uhh wait we’ll help, but then he pulled so hard he ripped his hands off. he was screaming and bleeding.I covered his girlfriend’s eyes (she was lying on the ground because she was hurt from something else). he went off to get his nubs wrapped and we were trying to come up with a buffalo moving plan. I was whispering to my friend that it didn’t seem like he bled enough when his hands were ripped off, like it should have been gushing. then he walked in with new prosthetic hands, like uhh where’d you get those so fast? he was all smug too. stupid jock.
realizing how much I hate asking for help.
wedding stress + just worked an overnight shift cranky status + just got your email about not being able to have rehearsal the night before the wedding = I’m about to go bridezilla on you. WHEN ELSE DID YOU THINK I WANTED TO HAVE REHEARSAL?
Sorry for ignoring you, tumblr. I can only handle so many social media sites at once.
and now the reason I hopped on here:
you know you’ve reached adulthood when your mother wants to figure out your porn star names together. and laughs because of the innuendos.
pinky prunes and silver cookie.
things that are awkward:
your gynecologist telling you your abs are like a rock.
it’s been a while. but I’ve had a spike in scifi style nightmares lately so why not.
I was on the way home from a concert. my mom was there too. but then some douchebag from the bar was trying to start shit with us and was actually following us home. my mom and some other dude jumped out of the car and beat this guy to a pulp. I got splashed with blood. I got home and tried to clean myself off. it’s no doubt the police will be asking questions. later my dad came to me and said he noticed I got some blood spatter on me, then nodded to the floor next to his and my mom’s bed. there were big blood spots. I don’t know if it was my mom’s or the guy she maimed/killed. he said she was getting cleaned up now. I didn’t know how she’d get away with this since the blood had obviously sunk into the carpet by now.
I was in this house that was supposed to be a joke haunted house. but it was off-season and it was just a party. there were food samples in every room of snacks that weren’t approved yet for marketing. I tried a few. I kept getting moved from room to room. I saw the door to the basement was ajar and there was stuff on the stairs, like someone dropped their items as they fell or got dragged down. I was moved with someone else down the stairs (I didn’t seem to have control over where I was going in this dream). I knew it’d be a haunted house trap and I’d just have to deal with it. then this bloody crazed robot clown came after us and chased us up the stairs. but as we were being chased, I saw the bloodied/tore up body of someone on the floor. I was questioning how fake this really was. then there were people outside trying to get in and hurt us and I tried to sneak out one of the back doors.
being lost trying to get to a party. drinks involved. I was walking between football/other sports fields. someone kept watching me.
I had to get to this giant rabbit shaped metal thing that was on a crazy high platform to get whatever was in it (I forget). It started spinning when I was inside and raining acid rain. it was killing the fur on it and the government was laughing at me. I had no way out and was starting to feel sick and dizzy.
I was going to the movies with my sister. she wanted to see this horror movie but I didn’t really want to see it. I obliged though since we don’t get much hang-out time together. I was scared but it didn’t seem scary in the beginning. just scenes of different food? then after all those scenes, these horror villains came out, each one representing one of the food items. then it paused and we were supposed to interact with the movie itself. I had to go to a flea market and buy all items on the list I was given. whoever got the least things had to be subjected to whatever horror the villains had in store. the list had things like “all deer” so any item that had a picture of a deer or an antler or anything I had to grab. but everyone had the same list so you had to be quick to grab things, and really notice things others didn’t. I was almost done for the day and gave April a call. she had already left. I was concerned I would really have to buy this stuff. it turned out it was for a charity. I was worried I’d actually be stuck with all this junk and also have to spend all my money. I didn’t want to. I’d spend some but not all. I was trying to figure this out but the lines were so long so I walked around to wait for the lines to die down. I was in NYC so I started taking pictures of all the architecture and scenery. I was really close to the road so I kept almost getting hit by cars.
a dream about a father and a son in a tree. I don’t know but it was like a movie because they reconciled and it ended and I immediately woke up.