My girlfriend and I were invited to her friend's house for a BBQ. There were a lot of people there, and when we arrived, my daughter ran off ahead. Then a huge dog started attacking her, and carried her off. I chased the dog down, and it fled before I got to it. Then, a small chihuahua went up to my daughter and snapped at her. I broke the chihuahua's skull with my hands, and then found the big dog that had bitten my daughter and strangled it to death.
I took my bleeding daughter to the tables outside, and yelled at the dog owner. He stuffed a CD in my face, and said, "This is heavy," and put the CD in the stereo. I replied, "I am sure I have heavier," and took off to find a hospital for my daughter. I'd been thinking of killing him, but did not because I felt it would make my girlfriend sad.
The only hospital nearby was one located at the end of a mall. I really hate malls, but I went in anyways. The hospital turned out to be a clothes store, and I was really pissed for having been tricked. I drove my daughter around a little more, and did not find any hospitals. I stopped, and used my first aid kit to fix her up. I decided we should get some ice cream to cheer her up. My son was there, too, and we ended up getting ice cream on top of a skyscraper where a man was handing it out along with yellow squares of canvas.
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Friday, July 4, 2014
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Night of 17JUN2014
It has been more than 12 hours since this dream, so I apologize for its vague description. It was very vivid, though, so I am able to remember the crucial parts.
There was some sort of party or BBQ going on at my place. Some famous comedian--can't remember his name--was there, and he told me about a concert. He said, "...if you like MSF (it was implied that he meant the Edgar Winter Group), then you should go to this concert." He handed me a flier. The bands listed all had the word 'Hell' in their name. Hell Yeah. Hellilah. Hellya. Helliyo. Tons of bands with hell in their name.
My girlfriend, after drinking the entire night, returned home. It was late, and we lived in a house I've never been in before. She was surprised that I felt let-down because she hadn't invited me to drink.
She brought a man home with her. Initially, I believed it to be a police officer, since he was yelling at her and questioning her about drugs (my girlfriend does not do drugs at all--or drink, for that matter). The man took her into another room and I overheard their conversation. He was strip-searching her for meth. When they exited the room, she was naked, but getting clothed.
I soon learned that his name was Robbity, and he was not a cop.
The man left, and the scene changed. I was now in a sterile kitchen with a lean man reminiscent of Archie, from the comics. He was telling me about how he had purchased an entire pail of pitch for his construction crew. While transporting it, he was pulled over by the police. They smelled the pitch--and then my alarm went off.
-Jack
There was some sort of party or BBQ going on at my place. Some famous comedian--can't remember his name--was there, and he told me about a concert. He said, "...if you like MSF (it was implied that he meant the Edgar Winter Group), then you should go to this concert." He handed me a flier. The bands listed all had the word 'Hell' in their name. Hell Yeah. Hellilah. Hellya. Helliyo. Tons of bands with hell in their name.
My girlfriend, after drinking the entire night, returned home. It was late, and we lived in a house I've never been in before. She was surprised that I felt let-down because she hadn't invited me to drink.
She brought a man home with her. Initially, I believed it to be a police officer, since he was yelling at her and questioning her about drugs (my girlfriend does not do drugs at all--or drink, for that matter). The man took her into another room and I overheard their conversation. He was strip-searching her for meth. When they exited the room, she was naked, but getting clothed.
I soon learned that his name was Robbity, and he was not a cop.
The man left, and the scene changed. I was now in a sterile kitchen with a lean man reminiscent of Archie, from the comics. He was telling me about how he had purchased an entire pail of pitch for his construction crew. While transporting it, he was pulled over by the police. They smelled the pitch--and then my alarm went off.
-Jack
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