Can be witty.

So I sincerely need a dream analyst, I had the most disturbing series of dreams last night, all of which were very confusing and terrifying.

I’ve had a sincere lack of sleep of late and decided to hit the hay a little early — 10 pm, I know it’s not THAT early, but considering my work and gym schedule it was fairly well founded. Anyways, here it goes.

The dream sequence one commenced with my family and I waiting in line at what seemed to be Grand Central station, it was around Christmas time as there was a very large Christmas tree in the area, surrounding me were the white marble walls and the typical retractable ropes indicating the queue. There wasn’t really a problem, we were sitting around chatting about meaningless nonsense while standing in line for something — when I first noticed this couple — something made me recall that there was something wrong about them, that I had to stop them in their task , something bad was going to happen. The man was tall and had long brown hair and glasses, he sported a long leather travel coat, well worn. The girl was shorter, had an equally oval face, pale blonde hair that matched her skin tone, opalescent eyes and large glasses. Both stared at me for a few seconds before I suddenly ran after them, trying to stop them (from doing what I didn’t know at the time). They suddenly reach the area near the Christmas tree and there is what looks like a railroad switch there, as there was a train going around the tree this all seemed to make sense, but they had apparently set up a mouse-trap like mechanism, it was a bomb.

Suddenly there was an explosion, blinding white light, the screeching in my ears and pain was all across my body, the brightness flashed across my eyes and it seemed that I had succumbed to the pain — passing out or going into shock. All I remember thinking for that seemingly eternal moment is “is this what it’s like to die? is this the epitome of pain?”. I came to, somehow, still suffering and bleeding profusely, I had stood literally 20 paces from the bomb, my proximity to the blast should have been fatal. However, I was one of the only survivors. I ran out, fleeing, not knowing what else to do. My entire back, shoulders and chest were razed with bits of schrapnel, bleeding profusely. I ran down the street as if a convict, dipping in and out of various hallways so quickly it was all a blur. I talked with one young man while I’d stopped to bandage my woulds and he asked me what happened — interrogating me. The only words that I could muster were a whispered “they almost got me”. This turned into some giant assassination attempt in my mind (not that I’m even that important — but in dreams things tend to transform unknowingly).

Then I find myself in what seems to be an old west town — modernized slightly, but most everything is open air and everything. I’d been hiding out with my grandmother, she was doting on me and the pantry was stocked with an abundance of food. I hadn’t actually experienced it, but I knew that I had been there for months, never going out, always staying in. Today was the day that I was going to leave — escape. My grandmother wasn’t very happy about it. But, you know how it goes. So I go downstairs and down the main drag of the town, to a saloon with the large fake storefront — painted black. Inside, people dressed in the typical costume of the day (or really, think Wild Wild west). I was confronted with people, angry that I was alive, not knowing how I survived the blast, they were angry, and started chasing after me with their guns drawn. This is when the second most terrifying part of the dream happened (after the whole…bomb thing) — as soon as they reached sunlight these men transformed into giant black shadowy beings, mutated muppets one might even say, with large glowing eyes and hugely disproportionate stretched out bodies.

They chased me everywhere, the small  town transformed into a large city, and around each turn there was one of these shadowy figures, gnashing their large pointy teeth and chasing after me (think GENGAR). My heart pounded and my mind raced as I looked desperately for an escape. None could be found — I simply woke up, very suddenly, sweating profusely and only to discover that I was tangled in all three of my blankets and had somehow thrown my tigger across the room.

Strangest dream to date.

I’m a little upset.