Morbid Romantic

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I had an internet nightmare, guys.

The dream began with me needing to go to the post office and getting lost along the way. I ended up in a totally different part of the city, on foot, looking for a post office. It had to be the exact post office I was looking for, not any other. I don’t even remember if I found the post office, only that a friend picked me up and we ended up walking by some amusement park rides that were right in the middle of everything.

My brain loves amusement parks. I really do wish there was one in every city.

Here’s the nightmare part. I went online to search the right word: principle or principal. In real life, I know the difference. My sleep self wasn’t too sure which one was the right one to use in regards to the head administrator at a school. Anyway, I find a site that promises a definition. I click.

BOOM.

Attack of the spyware. They’re popping up everywhere. My precious laptop is now infiltrated by spyware that is damaging it beyond repair. I could get spyware removal tools, but we know how effective those are. My PC never recovered from its spyware attack. All of this is going through my sleeping brain as my dream laptop is riddled with pop ups.

It was a nightmare. I NEED this laptop.

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I don’t know what my head’s problem is. It seems to be infected, or something. Or maybe it’s reacting to the fact that I haven’t watched horror movies lately as much as I normally do. So, my head has to make up horror movies of its own.

This was one of those dreams that played out like a movie. My own person switched around a lot. Sometimes it was like I was watching the events going on, and sometimes it seemed like I was one of the people- a boy, or a young man.

It began normal enough in a hotel. There was a younger brother, an older brother, and a girlfriend (to the youngest brother). I don’t know why they were there or what was going on, all I know was that during the dream, the hotel came under attack by creatures that were not human. They were like… zombies. These creatures were like muscular zombies whose mouths turned to what looked like metal. It seemed like metal, anyway. These creatures were absolutely brutal and ate human flesh, but also just liked tearing it apart. I think what they had was also like an infection because the people who didn’t get killed ended up turning into them. In some ways, it seemed in the dream to be airborne, but it also seemed something that could be passed if you were bitten by one of them.

So, this hotel was in chaos. Those zombie things were in there tearing people apart. I remember a scene in the dream where two jumped on a guy and ripped his jaw off completely. They ripped it off just to be brutal, just to rip it off.  So, needless to say, there was a lot of running and screaming and those monster things were increasing ten fold by the minute because other people kept turning.

The younger boy got separated from his older brother in the chaos, but he still had his girlfriend.  They hid in a closet for a while and there were quite a few close calls of those monsters almost finding them as they shifted from one hiding place to the next, abandoning one for new places when it seemed they were in danger of being found out.  It was a really tense dream.  At one point, the boy was almost attacked by a zombie thingy that was once his older brother.  In other words, his brother had turned into one of those monsters during their separation.  But, it seemed like the older brother retained some of his former self because he growled and drooled out of his metal looking but still strangely flesh and bone mouth and told his brother to run away, which he did.

Unfortunately, it was not over.

The boy’s girlfriend was infected.  She knew it.  She was sort of crying.  I remember in the dream that she was trying to kiss him as she was changing.  What I recall the clearest is her mouth beginning to… change, almost like tar up.  Small black dripping spots began to form around her mouth and chin.  I guess this was what happened right before your mouth turned into that metal thing that chomped down on people’s flesh and bone.

Needless to say, the boy ran like hell.

I don’t really remember anything else, nothing that I can put in sequence.  I remember a scene where someone got their legs ripped off and the boy tried to carry them out of the hotel to safety.  By this time, the attack was under control and it was safe outside, just not in the hotel.  So, there were a lot of people milling around outside.

That’s it.

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I got something in the mail today from ODU and the Darden School of Education. It was a copy of my complete application for teacher licensure. On the college verification form, the Director of Teacher Education Services recommended me for a license and stamped her approval on it that I was a person of good standing and that I had successfully completed the program.

I am assuming that this is MY copy, at least. I know that they didn’t reject it because that’s just not the way that these things work. And I know that they didn’t send it back because it was missing something because that’s not what they do. They keep your application (for up to a year) and call you to notify you that you were missing something.

I think I am going to call them about it tomorrow though, because nothing that I read said anything about this step and it’s better to be safe and informed than assume and be totally wrong. My mother suggested, when I told her about this, that perhaps it’s my documentation that I have a license pending since a lot of certified teachers apply for jobs with pending licenses. If I were looking for a teaching position (which I am not since I am planning on Grad School), I could say that I have a license and bring in these papers as proof that it’s on the way.

That makes sense to me.

Still, I want to call and make sure.

Something weird also happened last night. I had this dream that my cat Gandalf (he’s gray, get it?) got his jaw ripped off (I will post more about this dream later because it was crazy). When my mother came home, I sat on the stars, staring through the metal bars at my mother in her chair and we talked. She and I discussed a bit of me coming with her when she moves to help her set up and what to do with the cats. When we talked about some of the things we have to do with the cats for the move, it brought to mind the dream I had.

So, I told her that I had a bad dream about Dolph where he got his jaw ripped off. When I said this, she gasped and told me that she had a dream where that happened this past weekend. I know for a fact that she hadn’t told me about this. But now, being the person she is, my mother is convinced that this means something is going to happen to Gandalf. He went missing a few years back and came back with a broken tooth that has been bothering him for a while now, so she thinks that this dream means he has an infection that is going to do damage to him.

Oh, mom.

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I had the strangest dream last night.

I can’t tell you much about the beginning or the sequence of events. When I remember it or try to feel it again, my brain associates it with oddness. Not nonsense, though; I get the feeling that it wasn’t a series of fractured, unrelated scenes. The setting was futuristic but not. I don’t get the feeling that it was supposed to be in the future. But, the colors were blue and gray, metallic and bright without being blinding.

I remember the end, though. At the end of it, a man and a woman were fighting. I mean, screaming fighting. He was waving his arms around in anger and said something that suggested finality. I don’t recall what he said, though, but it’s like, “Fuck this shit, I’m out.” But instead of leaving, he put his head in a microwave and turned it on.

My dreams have interesting camera angles, so the shot of his head exploding was from the inside of the microwave. Though, despite my love of gore movies, nothing splattered around the microwave. There wasn’t even the sound of anything. Just silence and his head suddenly vanishing.

I guess my brain was trying to protect me, though I certainly don’t give my brain that same respect when I watch horror movies all night long.

The scene after that was a room. Just dark room with a single white and blue bed, the colors blending so that everything seemed shades of gray. The bed had curtains so it was impossible to see inside, but the feeling was almost medical. It felt like the person in the bed was receiving a treatment of some sort. All of a sudden, over a loud speaker, came a steady woman’s voice that said, “You have hit reset. You will now experience the best dream you’ve ever had.”

I think this was supposed to be death.

But, I woke up. I just don’t know.

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From time to time, without any real warning or stimulation, I have entire nights of nightmares and sleep paralysis. And I am not just talking about one or two a night. I am talking an entire night of these things.

It’s a horrible experience.

I wake up from one nightmare to the sleep paralysis. I can easily accept a nightmare before sleep paralysis because a nightmare ends when you wake up. You can shake off a nightmare, you know it’s a dream, and you go back to sleep comforted by all of those familiar things around you illuminated in the dark when the nightmare wakes you. With sleep paralysis, though, you ARE awake but you’re trapped. You’re in the real world, staring at your familiar closet door, walls, ceiling, dressers, various decorations and messes. This IS your waking world, your reality, those things that are meant to comfort you by their familiarity. But in a state of sleep paralysis, these things are threatening and shadowy.

Imagine waking up without the ability to move a muscle. You cannot even so much as move a finger. Sometimes you can’t even breathe. You want to talk, to call for help so that someone can rouse you. Even to see a person walk in would probably change this waking hallucination into something far brighter. But, you can’t get a word out. You strain, you try to scream, you feel the pressure in your chest and throat as noise tries to force itself out.

Nothing. No noise. Sometimes a whisper; sometimes not a sound.

It’s dark and there are strange sounds. There are whispers, screams, electronic noises like a constant reverberation in the background.

And then there are figures. I’ve seen strange golem like creatures, figures in cloaks, gray women who whisper things to me that I can’t remember afterwards. This time where were two blurry yellow figures. They had human like shapes, but not.  They were stationary but would slip out of my sight when I tried to turn my eyes to see them.

That’s what makes sleep paralysis so awful. These hallucinations and sounds enter your real word and you’re helpless. There’s a constant feeling of helplessness and fear. You just want someone to save you.

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Today I tripped, broke a glass and burnt myself. All within the first five minutes of waking.

I had a sort of nightmare. In it, Alfred gave me a lock. It was a combination lock that you set and then clicked to open. It was a weird lock, one that would never actually make it on the market seeing as the combination was right there on the frickin’ thing. Not too good of a security device.

Anyways, in this sort of nightmare, Alfred decided after he had given ME the lock that he would give it to someone else. I was all, “GTFO, Commie!” and I yelled at him and threw my stuff at him. All the while, my sister was like, “woah, calm down.” I don’t know why she was there, but she was.

In the dream, just as in real life, my tantrum did not soothe my rage towards him. Yet, unlike real life, he was unaffected. Maybe that’s what bothered me the most.

Then, I storm out on him and walk out. That was when I noticed that I was in a school, though not any school that I can recall personally. Though, now that I am thinking back, I feel deja vu like I have had a dream in his school before.

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Fact: If you read stories about the Vietnam War before bed, you will have nightmares about dead bodies and ghosts.

In the dream, it was all Afred’s fault. He brought the coffin to me.

I was in a two room house… surely there must have been other rooms, but my dream was centered on only two. In the dream, I was in bed, which was made up of the coffin. The coffin had a glass top. Underneath the surface I could see the body, floating in water, of a young girl. Once in the dream, I ducked under the covers to look and saw the swollen face of the dead girl pressed against the glass with her eyes closed next to my legs. Her ghost was in the next room walking back and forth. The rooms were separated by thin plastic panels like you see in horror movies. Now and then a breeze would blow the plastic panels and I could see her ghost pacing. I didn’t want her to see me, but every now and then she would turn to look at me. It made me feel threatened, like she was going to hurt me. All through the dream, there was a prevailing desire for Alfred to come back from where ever he had left to make the ghost go away before she hurt me.

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