dreamingoutloud – Page 3 – Pass Through Fire

I’ve had such weird dreams. First there were two really wide highways and one was going down on a slope and the other one stayed on like this higher ground next to it and this hill was connecting them/between them. And there I was on this steep hill and the area around us was all green and forest-y so there were no other highways or buildings or even towns around us. And I looked to my left and I could hear this loud crash and this huuuuuge lorry was like skidding down the lower highway but its back was all knocked onto the hill where I was and it was dragging it behind and it was definitely going to hit me but before it could hit me I realised it was like I was watching this compilation of people getting hit by lorries o_o

And so the rest of the dream was just me watching people get hit. The worst one was this one part that was recorded by a security camera and it was all fastforwarded and the hit itself couldn’t even be seen I just saw this one young guy lying on the road and he had like his arm or his leg half torn off in the accident (it was Very Graphic) and it was raining and there was this huge pool of blood under him and you could see on his face that he wasn’t all there from the shock and the blood loss but he was still trying to crawl away to safety (though he couldn’t even roll over from lying on his back).

And all that fastforwarded and nobody went there to help him.

My next dream was a bit better where this guy from this band was holding a presentation at a uni or something and I was standing directly in front of his desk and he was showing up these cards with text on them. I realised the presentation was televised and I was blocking the camera’s view so I crouched down but that way I was completely hidden behind his desk and I couldn’t see any of what he was presenting so he kept showing the cards to the camera and then to me just hiding there behind his desk, it was actually pretty cute.

I also dreamt something of a pool. Oh and by the way my lorry dream started with a music video of some famous person who featured Jake Paul on his video and at first the video itself had lorry accidents in it before it turned into what I already talked about. I was even thinking how Jake Paul’s a fucking idiot but I didn’t think he would do something like this.

Do you guys want to hear my disgusting dream? It’s very disgusting, it’s like body horror disgusting, like literally about the human centipede.

Okay so the other day I was watching WatchMojo videos because I’m a slave to mediocre entertainment and there was this list of “movies you shouldn’t watch with your parents” that are too violent or sexual or whatever. And #1 on that list was The Human Centipede and I realised that even though I know the basic premise of the movie I don’t actually know the whole story so I went ahead and read the synopsis of all three Human Centipede movies. They are fucking digusting and dumb but that’s not the point.

I feared I would have nightmares about the stories cause like I said they are fucking gross but I didn’t. That was a few days ago and since then I thought my brain forgot the grossness. WELL, IT DIDN’T.

Last night I had this absolutely disgusting fucking dream of like, a human centipede but it wasnt a centipede, it was just like this huge sack made out of human skin that a bunch of humans were sewn inside, and they were all naked and gross and you could see the shapes of the limbs and the bodies from the outside through the skin sack. But this sack had a mouth, like an opening but only one person could like put their head to the opening to breathe and stuff. And so I was wondering how they were eating (mind you, they weren’t actually attached together, the people, they were just inside this sack, which I assume was also like part of this… organism…) and turned out that because I accidentally knocked over the coffee yesterday in the office kitchen (like, in real life), I dreamt that this organism of skin and sack people didn’t eat but drink, and you had to pour like ground coffee and water into the sack, like, just into it… like between all the people, and they would have this straw and just sip up the coffee-y water from around them in the skin sack.

IT WAS FUCKING DIGUSTING

I dreamt that Matt was DM’ing me and a group of people but we were also physically in the story doing the stuff we were saying we were doing, it was trippy af but really cool.

The past three days I’ve been having these confusing and unpleasant dreams and I shit you not all three nights since I found out I’ve dreamt of my form master in one way or form. I haven’t dreamt this much of my grandma when she died, holy hell. (Though I’m grateful for that cause the few times I have dreamt of her she was a zombie or a walking corpse so. That was fun and totally didn’t fuck me up for weeks.)

Anyway the first night I think I dreamt of the class coming together for his funeral and this one classmate of mine was really cool to me about it and I got hugged (all three of my dreams also included me getting hugged, anyway how love/touch-deprived do you have to be to dream of getting hugged all the time) and it was really nice, and we went back to this one classroom of ours. I’m not sure what we were doing there but you know, classmates were there and we were talking and stuff. But then I got abandoned for a cooler classmate of mine so it was realistic x)

The second dream I actually made notes for at night so I wouldn’t forget what I dreamt, here are my notes.

“Dzentkanis tay sw7ft a6to verdeny anna mall pußi grandma house parrot spit cry”

So Anna was there, that’s nice x) Taylor Swift though? No idea. Grandma house. I’m trying to think I think it was about selling my grandma’s house and it being empty but I’m not entirely sure. Anyway I do remember that in this dream I went back to my high school but it was much bigger and on this huge area where it had like a uni part and like, it was an entire campus right. And I wanted to find our tableau and my form master’s photo was like covered with a black cloth. And before that I think I dreamt of another funeral and people were placing these wreaths on this huge monument which was supposed to be his grave… I don’t fucking know.

And I was inside the buildings and I think I wanted to find my teachers or at least the old building that I went to and had to walk around the whole thing cause I kept losing my way. And there was this tiny dude, student, person, who was walking around with me.

And then I was in my house and there was a moth on the wall and it was huge and it kept turning its head towards me and imitating a parrot. (The idea was that some insects can camouflage so they look like other things, like that owl butterfly or whatever, now this one kept turning its head into a parrot head in front of my eyes it was Terrifying.) And it was also attacking me like spitting at me and stuff.

The third dream that was just now was a bit better. I actually messaged my classmate on Facebook to ask him about uni (is he even going anywhere? I know he got a degree… maybe I should stop being an anxious idiot and fucking ask, he liked my damn eye photo on instagram it’s not like he’s forgotten who I am since we last talked) and then asked him about the funeral and also if he could tell me afterwards where the grave is so I could visit it, and I shit you not…

Remember that dream of mine from not that long ago when it turned out my dad’s been alive all this time? Yeah, so my classmate asks “can he call you?” and in Hungarian that sentence could be finished to mean “can I call you?” so I was like what? Can… my form master call me? Cause I’ll be honest ever since we found out he died, and that was my first reaction too, I would absolutely accept if this was a really fucking dark prank on everybody. I would accept it in a heartbeat. Anyway that was my first thought there too like, I fucking knew it, he’s alive, he’s faked his death and he’s going to call me. But I didn’t want to be overzealous so I just told my classmate I’m more comfortable texting.

What a fucking mess.

And then I dreamt, which was the good part, that my sister and I went to Sziget festival (but it didn’t look like Sziget in my dream :() to see NBT and we saw Conor’s fucking bleached hair somewhere in the crowd so we started to follow him (no idea why, I wouldn’t do it irl) until eventually we lost him and then the concert started getting closer and we couldn’t find the stage and we had to walk around the entire festival and we even somehow left the area so we had to check in again and there was this huge ferris wheel and we just couldn’t find our way back to the festival, it was fucking awful! cause we couldn’t be frontrow!

Anyway in one of the windows of the buildings we passed by trying to get back to the festival we actually saw Conor, brown-haired again, and I was like wtf dude we’re going to your concert, why aren’t you there? And he was like “it’s cancelled again cause I’m not feeling too great mentally” and I was like “same”, and I like, patted his pinkie with my pinkie to comfort him, it was awkward.

Anyway I dreamt that somehow my dad was still alive and my mum knew it and my sister knew it but they didn’t want to tell me yet but somehow I knew anyway and well I’m fucked up rn.

I dreamt that there was a 26th hero in Overwatch I’ve never played with and his name was Jackson and he was a short, brown-haired boy.

I dreamt that I woke up at 7AM and then when I woke up for real it was 5:18AM I was so confused. And then I dreamt that the subway tunnels where the trains go, you know, those were not horizontal but VERTICAL and all curvy and shit and there were these railings going along the tracks and we (me and some other people idek) were actually sliding down them and we didn’t hit any of the subway trains in the tunnels, it was wild af and I kept thinking how this would make a good movie.

And then I dreamt that my mum had a third kid but it was a tiny tiny baby that fit the palm of my hand. It wasn’t underdeveloped it was a healthy-looking baby just shrunk in size. And I had to take care of it sometimes. And I also dreamt that my grandma kept stealing shit from our room and my mum had an argument with her. And then I dreamt that the baby was all grown up she was like five or six and she was a lovely blonde girl and we were in the bed with her and my mum and she was so cute and we played with her and then cuddled up in a big pile and it was so sweet ^^

I dreamt that Tom Smith crowdsurfed at a concert and then went around the crowd and since I was in the back he bumped into me and then I reaised he snuck two signed posters into my bag and one also had a message on it that was like one of his lyrics but altered a bit to be #relevant to my life right now but I already forgot what it was.

AnYWAYs