Oh, I have so many of those.
Had another freaky dream last night. Thought I should write it down here before I go on to the events this day will bring me.
The dream started innocuously enough, with me and a group of friends just chilling at someone’s house. I don’t know any of these people in waking life… just a bunch of “nice people” my dreams supply for me, I guess. shrug Soon, it began to turn into a sequence that reminded me of a bit out of a soap opera. (no, there wasn’t any illicit sex in back rooms!)
It started with someone bugging me to memorize some Chinese lessons out of an easy Chinese reader. I studied, but unfortunately we couldn’t find the reader I wanted when it came time to show what I’d learned. There were more complicated Chinese readers tacked up on the memo boards, in piles of paper on the kitchen table, and overflowing junk piles on the table and floor. We looked, but it was nowhere to be found. Oh well, at least I did retain it. (in the dream, not in waking life)
While others stayed home, some of us then decided to go for a drive somewhere in a white car parked across the street. (since I have almost no idea of car makes in waking life, I wouldn’t know about this dream car) We were almost all set and ready to go, when suddenly BLAM! One of the tires exploded on us! Luckily, nobody was seriously hurt. There were orange projectiles all over the road, though.
Abandoning the idea of a drive in order to investigate further, we found that somebody was deliberately trying to sabotage the car. We warily returned to the house, and found a scared kid with a small knife inside. It took some heavy convincing for him to give up the knife so we could store it above his reach on the wall.
While we were discussing things with the kid in the kitchen, the dream suddenly cut to a shot of the empty hallway. Then it cut to a shot of the place where we had stored the knife, to plainly show no knife in view. Someone asked where the knife was, and the dream again cut to a shot of the hallway. However, the hallway now contained an insane-looking woman who now had the knife. Someone yelled, “Run! She’s got the knife!” We tried to figure out if the kid was perhaps in league with the woman: he said no, and we had no choice but to believe him for now… since we were all on a run for our lives!
Somehow, we all found ourselves in Granville Island Market… or maybe it was Lonsdale Quay. After determining by some means that the woman was no longer after us, we paused to take stock. Nobody was injured, although we discovered that the kid was still with us. We checked him out thoroughly for any other weapons… he had none, and told us that he’d carried the knife to defend himself against the woman. (she was clearly demented, with some very frightening post-apocalyptic messages)
Soon, we began noticing very strange sights in the market. Backpacks where the back flap was in the shape of a breast, people with antennas growing out of their heads, and babies with morphing faces. We discovered some of my RL friends in the market, and hung around with them. Curious about the odd things going on, we decided to consult with one of the market workers. He told us that whoever stepped through the portals of the market would soon exhibit some sign of these phenomena, whether it be physical, emotional, or some other aspect of the mind / body.
We began to notice this for ourselves, when Sean (in his leather jacket) discovered that he could just go through doors much like a ghost does. No more opening doors for Sean or for the rest of us, as we found out. We could just go through the walls and reappear on the other side. Very handy ability, especially if it was really crowded.
Apparently, there was something to see in the food court. Some people there would eat in very strange ways. They would squirt fluid out of their eyes into bowls, then drink that. Emily (in a red ribbed sweater and blue jeans) went one step further: she expelled some partially clear fluids out of her mouth, and then ate that. It kind of looked like congee, and the action reminded me of a mood icon. (yes, thinking of LJ even in a dream state… oh my!)
I remember trying to eat like that… surprisingly, it didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would. We kept a close eye on the kid to make sure he didn’t go postal on us. Basically, we managed to have a somewhat relaxing time at the market…