I had one of those nights where I kept waking up in a middle of a dream, and being so bothered by it that when I fell back asleep I was having the same dream again. Because I woke up so many times more of it has stuck in my head than normally would, probably because parts of the dream kept repeating.
I dreamed I was in a big city somewhere, in an area where there was a lot of construction, and I met a strangely foreign girl. By ‘strangely foreign’ I mean her appearance and accent did not fit into any real category…she was not hispanic, Middle-Eastern, or East Asian, but had elements of all that. I started talking to her and we had one of those ‘love at first sight’ moments that never really mean what they seem in real life. Then, instead of being one of those dreams, things go wrong.
This is where the dream kept changing each time I had it. The first time the girl moved in with me, but we were living at my old apartment in Greenville. Her boyfriend showed up and killed her, and I got away. He chopped her up into pieces, and framed me for her murder. This lead to a dream of me running around and hiding, worrying that I’m going to get caught and sent to jail, which I eventually wake from.
Then I have the dream again, and somehow the girl is removed from the dream but her boyfriend is still mad at me, and I know he is conspiring against me in some way, and he knows something incriminating about me but I don’t know what. I distinctly remember not feeling threatened physically by him in any way, but still very afraid of what he might do behind my back. I wander around town, not sure if I’m looking for him or hiding from him, but then I meet him, confront him, and wake up before I can say anything.
Then I had the dream again, but this time I’m in a shipyard or dock where there are lots of big ocean-going ships. I’m there with the girl, and I accidentally kill her in some way that I can’t remember (maybe I DID kill her, I honestly don’t remember), only it ends up with her being cut into pieces again. This time I gather up all the pieces and I stick them in a tub with a bunch of slimey, stringy green stuff. The boyfriend finds me, and says that he would kill me but he’d rather see me go to jail, and then a bunch of men with yellow uniforms and cattle prods jump out and attack me, and I wake up.
Then I have a dream where I’m being chased because of the dead girl. I get away from them and run back to the docks, and I see the girl’s boyfriend there. The girl rises from the tub of slimey goo (it was like the algae that grew on the pond I lived near) and is alive again, and I’m happy both that she’s alive and that I proved that I didn’t kill her, and then her boyfriend hits her with something and she falls apart.
I stayed up after the last one. Weird, eh?