| 12:48p |
A Movie or a Dream?
Last nite I had many strange dreams, but there was one core one that I kept going back to. Spoon and I, somehow, had this large amount of money that we were trying to use to pay off these huge debts he had. We kept getting in trouble and ppl. Kept trying to kill us. We would shack up in these run-down old apartments (one was a whorehouse) but we always ended up running for our lives. One of the other dreams I had involved an old plantation and an old lady walking up huge stairs calling for "Amy". Amy was in her room, dead. I saw this girl, and at the same time heard someone in the background telling me her story. I'm unsure why she killed herself...she was pregnant or didn't want to marry her betrothed, I'm not sure. She hung herself in her bedroom, I watched as her eyes grew big and she choked. Then "I let go" I heard her say, and as her body continued to hang there, her spirit dropped from it...looking just like her, only transparent. She and I could immediately feel the change in the air. Though she still stood in her bedroom, she was no longer on that plane, or part of it. You could feel the difference. She looked at her body hanging there, and begin to wonder if she'd made a mistake. She wasn't scared, just unsure. Then, this strange-looking half caterpillar/half man thing started talking to her and smoking a pipe...he walked out of the mirror. Very Alice-in-Wonderland. Amy begin to wonder what she had gotten herself into, but she accepted it. The story went on to explain how Amy still haunts that room today. She is the only resident ghost of the plantation, but mainly haunts the bedroom she killed herself in. She had brown hair, in small rolls down her neck, ending at her shoulders. Large, brown eyes..she was pretty, not exceptionally beautiful. She had on a brown period dress with a white collar...not flowing bottoms, but very long. I knew her from somewhere. When her story was going on, it was if I was Amy, experiencing her self-demise and awakening in the other realm myself. I remember walking around with Spoon a lot. We even tried to have sex, and he was on top, I kept trying to run my hands over his bare chest, but he said it hurt. His whole body hurt. I wish I could remember more of these dreams. They are too piecy to try and write out here, though. I remember us sitting in one hotel place, and some ppl. In uniform came up and made us come outside. We were shitting, thinking they were cops. But they were fire marshal's. I got us out of trouble by telling them I worked for the Fire Marshal's office and knew V.J. We only had to pay a fine for smoking in our room (they saw smoke coming from the window). Another guy came up and told Spoon the check he'd wrote to pay off a debt at this store was bad. We promised to send a money order. We had a lot of money, but we didn't want ppl to know this. In a later dream, we were staying in a room in this rundown whorehouse in a big city, like NY. We saw someone get killed, or one of us shot this guy..don't remember. Ppl. were trying to kill us over this, so one of the whores (we were friends with everyone in the place, they'd come hang out in our room), showed us out a back way, and we were running through the streets, trying to find a place to hide.
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