Go away, leave us alone

Bloody hell, I just got sliced open in a dream.

I was lying on my stomach on my bed, and when I woke up and lifted my head from the pillow, my eyes were green ringed with black. I felt super weird, and I was told to say 'I am _______' Which I didn't, because I promptly lost consciousness/fell asleep again.

Then I woke up a second time, and I lifted my head from the pillow. I felt normal, my eyes were brown, and the people that were there before were gone. I remembered what they told me to say though, and I thought it was really weird, so I said it out loud, experimentally. Then. I felt someone move on the bed behind me. I was still on my stomach so I couldn't see, but I had thought that I was alone.

I felt a sliding sensation along my back, like I was getting unzipped, and I was thinking, 'What's that? It's wei- OH FUCK.' And I just lay there freaking out while I got sliced all along my torso at waist level, then two flaps were cut out at either side and my kidneys removed. (Though that is probably not where kidneys are in real life.) Note that it didn't actually hurt, so it wasn't as bad as it could have been. But it is pretty damn scary to lie there with the knowledge that someone is cutting you open, and I woke with a start.

(I was lying on my stomach, but I was about halfway down the bed with my legs sticking over the end because I had been waiting for my computer to shut down and had fallen asleep. Then I went to the bathroom to wash my face, and while I was bending over the sink I was like MY SIDES FEEL FUNNY. Not painful, but they were kind of tingly.)

There was another segment to the dream before that, but I can't remember.

Yesterday night/today morning's dream involved me leaving my home (a tent) because while my mother was gone, some people showed up and I started running across a field at night and started a fire to throw them off which spread to my home and I was like THE HORSES ): but bravely did not turn back. Then I hid in trees and when they had passed me I ran back to my home but there were tons of them lined up at picnic tables and I thought ohshit and casually turned and walked in the other direction and woke up. (The endless stamina was really nice. Felt like I could run forever, which made me a bit smug about them never being able to catch me.)

Your mind is the scene of the crime-

I had a dream, which I am going to attempt to describe here. It is not particularly interesting nor funny nor noteworthy in any way, but I try to record the dreams I do remember, so. There will be footnotes and a diagram because what it is is confusing and illogical.

Can’t remember the bit of the dream before this, but some guys were raising and lowering plastic containers on poles. Don’t remember the purpose,(1) but basically one morning one of the guys lowers one of the containers, and out falls a dead body. (This is occurring on cement steps.) Cue horror and outrage, the guy says something about students walking past and breathing in the nitrogen(2) (from the dead body in the container suspended above them). And there are a few people gathered around and trying not to breathe in so I hold my breath too, and walk out to the edge (I am at the top level of the steps) that overlooks the sea and take breaths of fresh air that I am relieved does not smell like corpse.

I turn to two people behind me who are watching the men with the body with their hands over their noses and mouths and tell them the air seems to be alright where I am standing. Then as I turn to walk back in they come towards me and one of them says to her friend, ‘Hey you were right, this one is rosier than the other guy.’(3) I walk back in with her and on the way I’m like, ‘Um, I’m a girl.’ And she says, ‘Yeah I know!’ We walk into this sort of auditorium and take our seats, and I keep breathing with my face buried into my jacket. I decide to take a whiff of the air without it and it smells funny so I duck back down. And someone says, ‘Oh it is pretty bad, but you either can smell it or you can’t.’

The auditorium is pretty crowded and I suddenly think wait…… where’s the body? Because there are people sitting on the middle block where the body was and I crane my neck to see if it’s still there. And someone mentions that it is one of the guys’ birthday and the whole auditorium sings him a birthday song that starts normal and turns into the Crescent version. I am really excited and gleeful and am clapping and drumrolling with my feet with extreme enthusiasm. The girl on my other side moves one seat away. I think about how much I missed doing that.

A dance starts up on stage to Tick Tock by Gwen Stefani.(4) Natalie, Yuhua, Jasmine, Debbie and Chantal are dancing. In shimmery green-blue dresses. And then I wake up.

(1) My dreams are full of things that make perfect sense in dream-world, and only when I wake up do I realise that I have completely warped the laws of logic and common sense.

(2) Dead bodies do not emit nitrogen, as far as I know. Or at least that is not what makes the smell. But my subconscious decided that nitrogen it must be.

(3) Yeah, I don't know either.

(4) It's actually called What You Waiting For? but that doesn't matter because my brain just made up a song and told me it was Gwen Stefani.

A little bit of Fry