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worst dream ever

Now, of all the years I've lived and all the bad dreams I've had -- which is actually a lot -- I have never actually woken up screaming. Well, last night I did. Twice.

I dreamed that I was at a barbecue in California somewhere and I needed to find Arthur Leigh Allen (guess I've been watching too many serial killer movies), who is probably the Zodiac killer. For some reason, I am with the actor Daniel Craig (he is helping me look for the dude). So he tells me he will follow me into the basemet, which has an entrance outside the house. So I go down a few steps and open the little trapdoor thing and expect to step onto another stairway, but instead I fall. I have never really had a falling dream in my life. I felt like I was falling forever. Somewhere in the dream I thought to myself, if you start screaming, you will wake up, so I did. Waking up to find yourself shrieking is absolutely terrifying.
So I got a glass of water and tried to read a magazine, but was too tired so I fell asleep again. The dream I had was like the sequel to the other dream, and about fifty times scarier. Somehow I ended up in this wierd geeky basement bedroom that looks like it would belong to, well, a serial killer who still lives with his mom. On one wall, there was a big bedsheet with hand painted red letters that said, "Welcome Home, Derek!" And since it was a dream, I knew that it was Derek Caterwaul, a noise music DJ for the UNM radio station. But it was also Daniel Craig -- or maybe he was just played by him -- AND also Arthur Leigh Allen (you know how dreams work). The room was super messy and dark, and then all of a sudden Daniel/Derek/Arthur Leigh tells me to sit very still and quiet while he hides behind a curtain that seperates the bathroom from the rest of the room. Then, a family comes in and sings happy birthday, and the dude comes out of the bathroom and opens a door in the floor and pushes me down it.
At first it feels like I am falling again for a while, and then it turns into this wierd slide thing with slats of wood every few feet, and piles of nails and screws. Once I get past those, I get stuck in a really tiny, tiny straight up-and-down tunnel, and then a bunch of tumbleweeds fall down after me so I can't see anything or breathe. I force myself to wake up to breathe (something that often happens in my nightmares) and do wake up, screaming bloody murder and crying.
This time, I make myself a cup of tea and turn on the television. It is already 9 a.m. and I do NOT want to risk going to sleep again. UGH


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Jun. 15th, 2008 04:45 am (UTC)
Wow. And to think that last night I dreamed about standing around and operating the cash register.
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