I would like to know what others think of an odd dream I had last night. If you wouldn't mind, I would love to hear some opinions:
Please note that I used a few profane words in this diary..
The night before last, I had a tad too much to drink, which led me to eat some junk food in order to "recapture" myself after a long day of feeling like garbage (serves me right.) Needless to say, I went to bed very early, drifting off whilst "American Dad" made shoe-member references on my television.
If it is possible to keep track of time during slumber, I would say that the first six hours of my seven hour respite were uneventful. However, what my mind conjured in that final hour made up for the void that had preceded it.
It began at a childrens' party of some sort. Happy little ones were running around in a setting that my subconscious deemed to be an appropriate establishing shot for its plot to unfold.
At first, all was as normal as my dreamscape could make it. My niece and nephews were there, weaving in out of the many tables and guests at top speed. The scene was a tapestry of random people who I had never met; but in the foreground, I saw plenty of familiar faces. My cousin's kids were there also. I was sitting and talking to them when the dream turned surreal. I assume that they were the supporting characters because they had just spent a most wonderful week with my wife and I. We sat at a table and joked as we did during their mini vacation to our home.
Suddenly, the jovial scene turned dark and surreal as a guest pulled up a chair at our table and seated himself on the opposite side of where I was sitting.
I recognized him right away. My mind had rendered his flawless shirt and tie, lint free jacket and lapel combo photographically. His sad, clueless expression - his black and empty pupils were a haunting mental collage of the man who resides on the other side of my subconscious plane. He was the President of the United States. He pulled his chair closer to the table and playfully placed his hand atop my cousin's head.
Many times, I have dreams where a person or persons who, for whatever reason, I dream that I do not like kicks the living shit out of me with great ease as I struggle to move my frozen body to defend my subconscious self. Often I manage to wake myself just enough to realize that I am paralyzed in both planes. Terrified and half asleep, I finally muster the well, whatever. . . to fully awaken and realize that I was "only dreaming."
This was not one of those occasions.
The moment his hand had touched the head of my beloved Rachel, I felt a deep mixture of disdain, fear, and finally, rage. I shot up from my seat and placed my hand on his wrist, flicking it from her undeserving crown.
"You take your fucking hands off of her!" I yelled and placed his hand firmly on the table. I was sure to release my grip after a three second period rather than instantly.
My rage intensified. I mean, I really felt it, so much so that I can still feel it hours later. However, the exact dialogue was lost in the transition between dream and reality. Whatever I was saying, I was saying it both loudly and for quite some time.
When I had finished my whatever it was, he stood up before me and made a facial expression that I interpreted as what one would make after he or she was exposed at an intentionally uninvited guest at a party. While his face sought to evoke pity, I returned an unapologetic glance until he at last took his blank eyes off of me.
He then turned around as if to leave my table and stumbled, knocking his chair over in the process. His attempt to recapture his balance failed and he clumsily went to his knees. Grasping the overturned chair for support, he wobbled his way back to his feet.
When he reached his feet, he tried to muster a confident glance to counter my angered, yet satisfied expression. Holding it was impossible for him and he buckled over and violently vomited a disgusting crimson substance, which was as repulsive as it was indescribable. I added my persona of what I thought it would look like to indicate that I would not help him to my beam.
My dream skipped his exit from my presence and I was again seated at the table. For whatever reason, it was time to go, so I got up and walked around looking for the people who my dream thought I should take home.
The disturbing conclusion to this dream came when I found Rachel and her brother, who I presumed that I was taking with me. Both were submerged in water that had filled an old dumpster somewhere outside of the party.
I tried to get them out. I began to feel terrified and helpless as I would when those unnamed bastards would wail away at my paralyzed body. I screamed their names as my hands sifted through the crystal clear water. They remained just out of my reach.
Thankfully, I awoke.
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