2009-11-07, 10:36 PM
I had the weirdest dream last night. I woke up with a strong impression of many of the events that happened, so I decided to try and recollect as much as possible by typing it down and force my train of thought to go in a specific order instead of randomly wandering among different unrelated events. I typed this as quickly as I could so that I don't lose any more memory of it than I already have, so please excuse the typos and missing events, and the fact that it was posted. Warning: lame butchered story of a dream follows.
Spoiler
It started out with an errand I had to do for my aunt. Accompanied by my brother, I went on a long quest to find a secluded post office to pay them 50 vnd to re-connect the service they had been providing my aunt with. It was a long find, upon completion we were told a story by the cashier, and immediately I started falling into that world.
It was a three-man party including me, my brother and a random middle-aged man. But for some reason, along the way I often saw a highschool friend of mine instead of my brother.
I'm not sure how we started out and what we did in this period but we ended up punished by being hung by our ankles.
Then there was a major twist of event when we were being hung there, upside down and saw the street gangsters we had pissed off from another dream I had some time ago. Hilariously, I even remember laughing at this detail, we were freed by a random hulky man, something like this man. We, of course, started running. The middle-aged man passed each of us a pistol, fully loaded I guess. We were running around trying to hide ourselves at first, exchanged some rounds of bullets and I can remember a bullet going right underneath my earlobe. There was some twist of event here when the middle-aged man was shot and all I could do was catch a glimpse of it as I was running away for my own life. We later entered a military zone to find shelter but were kicked out. At the front gate I caught a glimpse of one of our enemies at the corner of the street, so I thought about buying some time by trying to have a short conversation with the guard, instead of being walked completely out of the zone. Turned out he way gay and started trying to kiss me, I freaked out (SORRY MYLES) and dashed to the intersection, carefully sneaked past the shadow I saw who was still searching on the opposite direction. Unfortunately, my bro was seen and I had no choice but to use my first bullet in life, it hit. WHAT? I WASN'T EVEN AIMING!!!!111oneoneone
We then ran away in random directions, and for some weird reason met up again with the middle-aged man, now in his bulletproof suit. "Ah.. so this is why you didn't die, pimento", I thought to myself. Then I told him:
"Too bad it won't work next time"
That was when he showed me where he was headed: a cosmetic shop, kinda. Wait what? I'm going to have them fix my nose and mouth and have a complete new look? Wait. While I'm not really proud of my appearance, I'm not quite ready to look like a completely different person yet. No such luck, we're going in.
So in we went. We were greeted enthusiastically by the manager. She seemed like one of those generic whore house manager, and we were instructed to sit in a corner, on a soft kind of cushion when she entered a door next to us. I don't know why I did but I put my foot in as the door closed to keep it from completely shut. We then peeked inside and saw a lot of girls, in different kinds of dresses. Unfortunately none was naked so we dropped the peeking and tried to relax ourselves a bit after all those heart-stopping events. It was when some of the girls came out and stood in front of us, energetically talking with one another and dancing around, flipping their dresses. Now that I think back, it was quite lovely. But then we were led inside by the manager, even though I don't remember ever having a conversation with her. We were led down long hallways until we reached an enormously spacious hall, with automated escalators -cally positioned throughout the entire hall. There were many layers, floors, or platforms, if you will, in the hall, connected by the indescribable escalator system. As they were making their way to the dining table (don't ask me why), I wandered off to have a look around this place. Up the third floor, or somewhere on a high ground of the second floor, I cast my view down and saw a swimming pool with 4 people floating inside, 2 of whom were my dad and my brother's dad. I was jumping is joice and relief as I dashed down the stairs to find my bro and deliver the news. Much to my surprise and fury, he was so goddam obsessed with his roasted chicken leg. I had to drag it away from him to put some words into his ears, but to no avail (spirited away much?). Turning on my feet, I threw the food in my hand in a random direction behind my back, making a loud noise when it hit something only to justifiably display my utter frustration. I then dashed back up to reach my dad and tell him everything. The moment I saw him, they were already cleaned and dressed up, ready to leave. To reach them I had to make my way through an escalator, well no, it was flat so I suppose it was a running lane. There was, classically, an old lady who apparently blocked all of the way through. I was hindered behind her too long and before I knew it my dad was already riding the lane next to me in the opposite direction, most likely headed to the exit. Desperately, I made a jump over to his lane but had my leg stuck on my own lane. I then continued to lay there on the 2 short walls (similar to an escalator's sides) and, bizarrely I heard a notice on the speakers asking the "three kids making a mess on the thingy" to remain immobile, as I realized I was pinned down tightly and passed all the way down to the bottom floor. I frantically made my way around to reach the garage, and fortunately I reached my dad nearby outside. In the middle of telling him all the stories, I noticed something strange in his indifference towards my terrible conditions. Eventually he and the ones around burst into mad laughters and I saw where this train was headed. I don't remember how it ended though.
It was a three-man party including me, my brother and a random middle-aged man. But for some reason, along the way I often saw a highschool friend of mine instead of my brother.
I'm not sure how we started out and what we did in this period but we ended up punished by being hung by our ankles.
Then there was a major twist of event when we were being hung there, upside down and saw the street gangsters we had pissed off from another dream I had some time ago. Hilariously, I even remember laughing at this detail, we were freed by a random hulky man, something like this man. We, of course, started running. The middle-aged man passed each of us a pistol, fully loaded I guess. We were running around trying to hide ourselves at first, exchanged some rounds of bullets and I can remember a bullet going right underneath my earlobe. There was some twist of event here when the middle-aged man was shot and all I could do was catch a glimpse of it as I was running away for my own life. We later entered a military zone to find shelter but were kicked out. At the front gate I caught a glimpse of one of our enemies at the corner of the street, so I thought about buying some time by trying to have a short conversation with the guard, instead of being walked completely out of the zone. Turned out he way gay and started trying to kiss me, I freaked out (SORRY MYLES) and dashed to the intersection, carefully sneaked past the shadow I saw who was still searching on the opposite direction. Unfortunately, my bro was seen and I had no choice but to use my first bullet in life, it hit. WHAT? I WASN'T EVEN AIMING!!!!111oneoneone
We then ran away in random directions, and for some weird reason met up again with the middle-aged man, now in his bulletproof suit. "Ah.. so this is why you didn't die, pimento", I thought to myself. Then I told him:
"Too bad it won't work next time"
That was when he showed me where he was headed: a cosmetic shop, kinda. Wait what? I'm going to have them fix my nose and mouth and have a complete new look? Wait. While I'm not really proud of my appearance, I'm not quite ready to look like a completely different person yet. No such luck, we're going in.
So in we went. We were greeted enthusiastically by the manager. She seemed like one of those generic whore house manager, and we were instructed to sit in a corner, on a soft kind of cushion when she entered a door next to us. I don't know why I did but I put my foot in as the door closed to keep it from completely shut. We then peeked inside and saw a lot of girls, in different kinds of dresses. Unfortunately none was naked so we dropped the peeking and tried to relax ourselves a bit after all those heart-stopping events. It was when some of the girls came out and stood in front of us, energetically talking with one another and dancing around, flipping their dresses. Now that I think back, it was quite lovely. But then we were led inside by the manager, even though I don't remember ever having a conversation with her. We were led down long hallways until we reached an enormously spacious hall, with automated escalators -cally positioned throughout the entire hall. There were many layers, floors, or platforms, if you will, in the hall, connected by the indescribable escalator system. As they were making their way to the dining table (don't ask me why), I wandered off to have a look around this place. Up the third floor, or somewhere on a high ground of the second floor, I cast my view down and saw a swimming pool with 4 people floating inside, 2 of whom were my dad and my brother's dad. I was jumping is joice and relief as I dashed down the stairs to find my bro and deliver the news. Much to my surprise and fury, he was so goddam obsessed with his roasted chicken leg. I had to drag it away from him to put some words into his ears, but to no avail (spirited away much?). Turning on my feet, I threw the food in my hand in a random direction behind my back, making a loud noise when it hit something only to justifiably display my utter frustration. I then dashed back up to reach my dad and tell him everything. The moment I saw him, they were already cleaned and dressed up, ready to leave. To reach them I had to make my way through an escalator, well no, it was flat so I suppose it was a running lane. There was, classically, an old lady who apparently blocked all of the way through. I was hindered behind her too long and before I knew it my dad was already riding the lane next to me in the opposite direction, most likely headed to the exit. Desperately, I made a jump over to his lane but had my leg stuck on my own lane. I then continued to lay there on the 2 short walls (similar to an escalator's sides) and, bizarrely I heard a notice on the speakers asking the "three kids making a mess on the thingy" to remain immobile, as I realized I was pinned down tightly and passed all the way down to the bottom floor. I frantically made my way around to reach the garage, and fortunately I reached my dad nearby outside. In the middle of telling him all the stories, I noticed something strange in his indifference towards my terrible conditions. Eventually he and the ones around burst into mad laughters and I saw where this train was headed. I don't remember how it ended though.