broken blue banana

I was running late for something. Later on I learned I was running late for a deadline for some class I was in. It wasn’t an art class but the thing I had to do was a bit artsy.

I wanted to grab something to eat before I did that so I started walking towards…somewhere. But then I ran into my roommate and this girl takes my laptop and starts looking through it. Then when we get to this lawn she just places it on the ground and for some reason the grass covers my laptop. I started yelling at her that someone could have stepped on it and she was stupid and things like that.

Then I was at this place called Wormies. It was somewhat of a theme park, although I didn’t get to see the attractions. I was in this restaurant/cafeteria part of the place trying to find “an inanimate object and bring it to life.” That’s what the assignment was. In the cafeteria I found a blue banana. This lady working there wanted to stop me from taking it, but I explained it to her that I needed it and she let me go. I was going to make it a blue {sad} banana, and after I accidentally ripped it open, I decided

I would tape it together and call it a blue and broken banana.

After that I was walking around what felt like Downtown Disney {but of course was “Downtown” Wormies}, and I kept seeing this couple. I could see the girl’s face and knew who she was, but I wanted to see the guys face. They were standing in front of this shop that had porcelain and glass figures and I walked into the shop and looked out the window to see his face.

I was disappointed. He wasn’t as attractive as I thought and of course after seeing his face the mystery was gone. I heard them say “A blue banana? Why didn’t we think of that?” I guess we were taking the same course and were looking around for something to animate. Then we started talking and they were describing to me this teacher we had in high school named Mr. Cruz. The teacher I was actually visualizing was named Mr. Espinoza.

Anyways, the girl went somewhere to get something and it was just me and the guy. It was really windy and he told me he thought I was pretty. And I did look rather pretty in my dream, with this cute spring dress that would catch the wind, but never go up too high.

And then a few of my actual friends came out with some cameras and took pictures of me as I did a back flip. They were really nice cameras…

fin

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I remember there was a peacock, in a very small room, in a very high apartment complex. There was water below, like a seaport. I wanted to free the peacock by throwing it out the window because it could actually fly, but I knew it was weak and couldn’t stand the danger below. There were many evil creatures dwelling below in the water and some were flying creatures but stayed low to the water, too. Most of them were different types of dragons and submarines. I don’t know who they belonged to, but they made sure everyone was in the city because apparently the ocean was the only way out. I could see them from above and I could smell the air of the sea. I was also hyperventilating, and was breathing into this weird tube.

Done.

the animals

In the end:

There was this sea horse creature with what felt like an octopus tentacle as a tail. It was dying and I had to save it. It had swallowed a load of sand and it was whimpering and getting fainter. I turned it upside down and dumped all the sand out of it. I had to wait and pray for it to live. I was so sad. There were a lot of people and other animals around us waiting, too. Then it recovered and all was right in the world again.

All the while the song Animals by Cocorosie was playing in my mind.


Spend all my time amongst the animals


And on the tracks I would go they lead to the sea


To be amongst the animals

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Emily dreams of dead Japanese generals.

One has a samurai mask and a great white mane.

The other is seems to be from WWII. he is always following the other.

They show up as ghosts in the window at night. They disappear by the time she gets there.

All they do is look out the window, one with the exaggerated face and the other with an emotionless one.

And they walk around the room, waiting for something.

All the while there is a bloodhound after her.

Lucifer

More in the beginning there was a man, a blue truck, and I. We found a squirrel and named it Lucifer but there was no connection to the devil, it was a tame squirrel. It was just the squirrel’s name.

Then somewhere along the path of this dream I ran into Lulu bird and she was playing with the squirrel.

Then at one point I was back at school, back at the dorms, sort of. Then I ran into Jazmine and it was really nice to see her. I told her that in another dream we met up and she didn’t care, but this time she was really excited. And I liked that.

Her hair was nice and soft. She was riding this moped and she said I could ride it with her but I really couldn’t. There wasn’t enough room and I had too much stuff. It was raining and we were going down hill.

We were going to her friend’s house somewhere near by. That’s why she was there. We got to the entrance of this place. To get in you had to crawl under this grate. It was real hidden, and there was a more convenient entrance somewhere else, but we didn’t know about it.

Her friend wasn’t home, her shirtless tattooed brother told us. He had an apartment a few steps up. He seemed real rude. He had the same name as hers but a boy version. I forget what it was but it started with an A. and their last name was Piccadilly.

He went back to his apartment but left the door open. There was somebody else there, some psychobilly chick. She started to talk to us and play with Lucifer, the squirrel. Then the brother walked back in the room and was all “what the fuck are you guys doing here? Is that a squirrel? Get out!” What rude character.

I kept on feeling this weird tingling on my back that was seriously annoying me. I turned out to be the vibrating alarm clock on my phone…ugh I woke up late, but glad I woke up.

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Lately, when funhouses or things that are related to childhood, are involved in my dreams, they usually end up dangerous. The same goes with this dream. I was at some sort of museum where there were these interactive robots {like in those pioneer towns, in the saloons and what not}. A lot of the exhibits were fun to look at {but I admit I don’t remember them}. Then I was walking along with the other kids when we passed by this red curtain, like the ones for theatres. I deviated from the group to go behind the red curtain, to find an exhibit on Dracula. I enjoyed it at first with its campy atmosphere and haunted carnival ride music, but then things started to get unnerving. The mechanical Dracula started to stare at me, and then it started to come after me at an alarming rate. I seemed to have gone into several rooms because I was having trouble finding my way back. There were green curtains that I didn’t remember going through and then I saw the red curtain. I ran through them, not daring to look back and found that all the kids I was with were gone and one of my good friends was there. As if I didn’t think I was going to die a minute ago, I told my friend that it was just little scary and he told me he felt the same. It’s like nothing happened.

glass and gravel

I was on this enormous bridge. It had been damaged as if there had been an earthquake or something. There were holes, broken cables, glass, and gravel everywhere. I was running on it because I had to get to the end to get something. Then it seems like my niece comes out of nowhere. When she appears she falls into one of the cracks of the bridge and I reach out to grab her. While I’m holding onto her, she screams and cries out to me. I’m holding onto her and I look down to see the dark sloshing waters below. I finally pull her up to safety and carry her the rest of the way. At the end of the bridge there is a firehouse. When we get there the lights are all on and there sounds like there are people there, but no one is really there. I bandage my feet because they are bleeding. I had been running barefoot along the bridge of broken glass and gravel. In the end we are wrapped in blankets, seemingly surrounded by people but we’re really just outside of a firehouse at the end of a broken bridge