Nightmares again
Sep. 1st, 2006 07:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beccaelizabethI'm fed up of bad dreams. Last night was about people becoming ghosts. Which means, watching people die. There was this one actor guy who committed suicide, with a razor this time. After he cut himself he called 911, but we were in a fancy beach resort and only the front desk picked up, and they didn't pass it on. So there was bleeding and being dead, and then being a ghost. Only it kept changing who was bleeding, so it was people I knew instead. I disliked this very very much.
Then there was being ghosts together - no I don't know why my character was a ghost, probably just following the pretty - and we lived in a place called Shades, which was a boutique, or possibly an ice cream parlour, or later on a bank. When it was a bank it had like mausoleums up stairs. 22 stairs, which was mystically significant. Weird.
If you went down instead of up, you found a really trippy oracle sort of place. The Invisibles visited there. I just lived upstairs, in the ghost of an apartment.
There was also this guy looked like Valentine Pelka but was actually a nazi pilot who crashed and had to use oxygen cylinders and then crashed his car and was dead and a ghost. Nobody else wanted to help a nazi ghost, so I said he could come stay at my place. Didn't reckon the whole redemption thing was only for people we thought did only nice things. I mean, it would be rather pointless if it only worked for nice things.
Last night there was dreaming with an interesting seed in it, about a religion mostly expressed through music, and a deaf girl. Like, how could she interact with that religion? Apparently, drums. But that was an interesting thread. Probably not mine to write though.
I would rather like to have only nice dreams. Nice dreams would be of the good.
Then there was being ghosts together - no I don't know why my character was a ghost, probably just following the pretty - and we lived in a place called Shades, which was a boutique, or possibly an ice cream parlour, or later on a bank. When it was a bank it had like mausoleums up stairs. 22 stairs, which was mystically significant. Weird.
If you went down instead of up, you found a really trippy oracle sort of place. The Invisibles visited there. I just lived upstairs, in the ghost of an apartment.
There was also this guy looked like Valentine Pelka but was actually a nazi pilot who crashed and had to use oxygen cylinders and then crashed his car and was dead and a ghost. Nobody else wanted to help a nazi ghost, so I said he could come stay at my place. Didn't reckon the whole redemption thing was only for people we thought did only nice things. I mean, it would be rather pointless if it only worked for nice things.
Last night there was dreaming with an interesting seed in it, about a religion mostly expressed through music, and a deaf girl. Like, how could she interact with that religion? Apparently, drums. But that was an interesting thread. Probably not mine to write though.
I would rather like to have only nice dreams. Nice dreams would be of the good.