Gods, today was successful.
Nov. 7th, 2007 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shamanicshayminEwewew. I think I had the worst nightmares in the history of worst nightmares today. First one being me stuck in every horrible pr0no movie there was. Didn't get grabbed by anybody and raped thank god. But EWEWEW. So the dream consisted of me running around trying to avoid terrible images only to have my retinas blinded one scenario after the other ('Cause this is hentai. Nobody's getting away lawlz), there was ONE part that was... particulary disgusting. Basically, out of every friggin' appliance there is, be it the engines of cars, sprinklers or even air vents, semen was splashing fucking everywhere. Naturally the more I tried getting way, the more it flooded its was like a frickin' hurricane. Like drowning in a swimming pool and accidently getting water up your nose, something sprayed over my lips. And this DISGUSTING salt/EW taste forced its way in my mouth and it's YUCK! I was spitting it out like some terrible candy like moldy circus peanuts or something; the taste wouldn't fucking go away. I escaped into some teen party or something (as opposed to the "adult" party), so that's how the dream ended.
So I got up and decided to do some schoolwork. Should've gone downstairs like my Dad suggested later, because when I went to the Lounge on our floor (the Study Room had air conditioning and was too cold), some girl was on the couch watching MTV. I snuggled in the pillows since I was cold anyway and tried to read a wonderful book for class called Freakonomics, but the music got so damn obnoxious and the ads were melting my brains and Avril's being a Britney wannabe with heavy eyeliner that makes her look something outta a campy B-movie, and ugh. How can people still STAND to watch MTV? Finally the girl got up and left. JOY! I can finally turn the stupid television off. Now for the kicker: there's usually two remotes in the Lounge. Well, there's only one. And guess what? IT DOESN'T WORK LAWL. I had NO way of figuring out how to turn off the TV, and there's no way I can switch it to the DVD channel without the second remote. Pfft. So much for watching the Mystery Science Theater 3000 DVD I rented.
So I read Freakonomics in bed and fell asleep. Guess what happens next.
Nightmare #2: Worse than the last! Basically I'm at the Dolan's house, and I remember looking for a Lucas poster from a magazine but had no luck (Apparently, suddenly the girls on my college room floor had posters of Sally and Bunnie on their door. Mostly Sally though). I got forced to watch a new movie that came out: Dumbo II. Most of it was completely unrelated to Dumbo, like some ducklings and a boy getting lost and families trying to look for them. (Oh yeah, for little comfort, there's no Timothy). Oh, and me returning the DVD later at some cinema place with the fear of people thinking I stole it--and worried that some guy was stalking me, only he was some dude that helped drive me home and all. But back to the movie. You know what happened that scared the living shit out of me?
There was a scene where Dumbo gets a new cruel circus ringleader, a wrinkled old woman who mistreats him for no reason. A maiden stuck being the ringleader's assistant is the only one with sympathy for him. Then either her or Ms. Jumbo has to help the ringleader give Dumbo a bath. You know what the ringleader does?
She flogs him. Without giving him any room to breathe.
Dumbo's squealing in pain, and though we're never shown the whole of his back, you could definitely see the blood. Not to mention hideous black linings of scars on his back that were grisly realistic. The ringleader sings a short solo that sounds like something outta "Carrie: The Musical". Did I mention there's a LOT of heavy flow menstrual blood? That was going on for the maiden in the scene too. In other words, these huge ebbs (sea?) of almost-black blood oozing out of my pants and I can't stop it, and it's out in public for everyone to see and it's fucking humiliating. It's like, "ZOMG FIND A PAD AND CHANGE PANTS NOW" but since this is My Horrible Nightmare TM, I can't. Most I could do by the end of the dream was sneak to the bathroom with relatives asleep and use up bajillions of toilet paper. For some REALLY odd reason, I could hear Fiona Apple's "Extraordinary Machine" in the credits. In the end, the police came, Dumbo was saved and the ringleader arrested, but that didn't stop me from bawling my eyes out. My relatives look at me funny, and My Evil Grandmother Who Must Not Be Named tells me I'm overreacting and should stop being so infantile and immature. Mom either tried to comfort me, say something similar, or simply pity me like everyone else did. I screamed that I absolutely hated the movie, and ran away sobbing into the bathroom.
So I woke up thinking my bed was a bloody mess. Literally.
And lawl. Guess whose time of the month began tonight? (Thankfully, it's really light. But still. Coincidence?)
So I got up and decided to do some schoolwork. Should've gone downstairs like my Dad suggested later, because when I went to the Lounge on our floor (the Study Room had air conditioning and was too cold), some girl was on the couch watching MTV. I snuggled in the pillows since I was cold anyway and tried to read a wonderful book for class called Freakonomics, but the music got so damn obnoxious and the ads were melting my brains and Avril's being a Britney wannabe with heavy eyeliner that makes her look something outta a campy B-movie, and ugh. How can people still STAND to watch MTV? Finally the girl got up and left. JOY! I can finally turn the stupid television off. Now for the kicker: there's usually two remotes in the Lounge. Well, there's only one. And guess what? IT DOESN'T WORK LAWL. I had NO way of figuring out how to turn off the TV, and there's no way I can switch it to the DVD channel without the second remote. Pfft. So much for watching the Mystery Science Theater 3000 DVD I rented.
So I read Freakonomics in bed and fell asleep. Guess what happens next.
Nightmare #2: Worse than the last! Basically I'm at the Dolan's house, and I remember looking for a Lucas poster from a magazine but had no luck (Apparently, suddenly the girls on my college room floor had posters of Sally and Bunnie on their door. Mostly Sally though). I got forced to watch a new movie that came out: Dumbo II. Most of it was completely unrelated to Dumbo, like some ducklings and a boy getting lost and families trying to look for them. (Oh yeah, for little comfort, there's no Timothy). Oh, and me returning the DVD later at some cinema place with the fear of people thinking I stole it--and worried that some guy was stalking me, only he was some dude that helped drive me home and all. But back to the movie. You know what happened that scared the living shit out of me?
There was a scene where Dumbo gets a new cruel circus ringleader, a wrinkled old woman who mistreats him for no reason. A maiden stuck being the ringleader's assistant is the only one with sympathy for him. Then either her or Ms. Jumbo has to help the ringleader give Dumbo a bath. You know what the ringleader does?
She flogs him. Without giving him any room to breathe.
Dumbo's squealing in pain, and though we're never shown the whole of his back, you could definitely see the blood. Not to mention hideous black linings of scars on his back that were grisly realistic. The ringleader sings a short solo that sounds like something outta "Carrie: The Musical". Did I mention there's a LOT of heavy flow menstrual blood? That was going on for the maiden in the scene too. In other words, these huge ebbs (sea?) of almost-black blood oozing out of my pants and I can't stop it, and it's out in public for everyone to see and it's fucking humiliating. It's like, "ZOMG FIND A PAD AND CHANGE PANTS NOW" but since this is My Horrible Nightmare TM, I can't. Most I could do by the end of the dream was sneak to the bathroom with relatives asleep and use up bajillions of toilet paper. For some REALLY odd reason, I could hear Fiona Apple's "Extraordinary Machine" in the credits. In the end, the police came, Dumbo was saved and the ringleader arrested, but that didn't stop me from bawling my eyes out. My relatives look at me funny, and My Evil Grandmother Who Must Not Be Named tells me I'm overreacting and should stop being so infantile and immature. Mom either tried to comfort me, say something similar, or simply pity me like everyone else did. I screamed that I absolutely hated the movie, and ran away sobbing into the bathroom.
So I woke up thinking my bed was a bloody mess. Literally.
And lawl. Guess whose time of the month began tonight? (Thankfully, it's really light. But still. Coincidence?)
