Dreams Are Gay But I HAVE to Share This One
I'll just write it as well as I remember it.
The dream started off with me trying to steal a raft to go rescue Jas from an island. The raft was on the deck of a yacht inside a large floating house which was attached to land only by cable wires. People could only enter the house by army crawling the cable wires. The house had many floors made of wooden planks and there was a cocktail party going on. I was in a tuxedo but I knew I needed this raft. I could see her on the sand bar screaming and crying. I took the raft from the yacht and set out for her. However, on my way there it became dark and the raft hit a reef. I went into the water and the raft seemingly sunk beneath me. I cried out for her but got no response. I treaded water screaming her name but heard nothing. Just then a boat showed up and took me back to the house.
The party was a high-school reunion bull roast. A man named Mr Totor asked to see me when I returned. "Where is my raft?". "Fuck you and your raft. I'll sink your house if you don't go find her." "She has gone. She left you this note. And when she saw you were coming to rescue her. She left."
~~~Then it gets kind of blurry~~
I remember having to go fish out the raft and people I knew kept asking me if I wanted a ride home. I was moving very slow in comparison to other people.
~~This happens a lot in my dreams. For some reason in the middle of situations my body feels like quicksand and then I wake up. But this time I stayed asleep~~
Scott came in with his son and sat down next to me. I played hand clapping games with his little boy and Scott kept throwing all the whiskey and beer from the bar in the house into the trash. He kept saying "Die! Die! Die!" As if he were a child throwing rocks at his army men the way he threw the bottles into the trash.
Then Scott and I were in a car and a man asked for money. I explained to him that I cant give him money because that doesn't help him. He proceeds to stab me. In the middle of the stabbing i grab the knife by the blade and rip it out of his hand. He gets scared and runs away. The knife was like a pen knife. I’m bleeding and Scott takes me home. Apparently we both lived there because he had keys. I called 911 to send an ambulance. On the phone the woman was breaking up saying - "we need your card. Where is your card?" I would just scream back and say "Send a fucking ambulance." I would look at the wounds and wish they were worse as they were just minor cuts. The woman on the phone for 911 kept saying "Is this Bret? We need your card".
When they arrived at the house the woman on the phone showed up. It was my elementary school art teacher Mrs. sun. She had all these old people with her and they were carrying cameras. They bowled in over me and started looking around the house. I was furious that there was no ambulance. And slammed the door behind them and demanded that they tell me what was going on. They scattered through the house as if they were looking for something. The house I was in was all doors and levels. There were no hallways but just doors and steps up to new levels. Everything in the house was made out of old white wood.
Somehow we ended up outside on the patio with a huge open lawn behind us. There were sparse trees as far as the eye could see and people were darting back and forth between the trees. People that were wearing red shirts and black pants were darting from tree to tree but not getting closer. I fired a gun at the tree line. The mob of old people and my art teacher came out and tackled me. "You will wake them and anger them." They said. At that moment a film projector that was on the ground started rolling and playing something against the wall of the house. "ITS THEM!!!" All the people shouted. And then they all fell to their knees as if they were praying.
The wall showed two silhouettes of a couple. The woman had flowing garments streaming from her body and her face was pushed towards the man as if they were on two boats coming close together and would only have seconds to kiss. The man was stalwart and stood with his arms crossed staring at me. "You have my card." He said to me from the wall. "YOU HAVE MY CARD!". "What the fuck are you talking about?" Then I kicked the projector and the figures jumped from the screen and whooshed around our bodies like the scene in Indiana Jones.
Then the men in red from the trees ran out and down the hill. They weren't men though. They were adolescent black males yelling "We're the bloods". And then from the other side of the house the same demographic of people with blue shirts came running.
I didn't run. I was watching the ghostly form in front of me after it had stopped flying around. "CARD!". I tripped backwards and fell. "I WANT MY CARD!". I was panicked now, and blurted out "What card?" and tried to scurry away. Then one of the kids in blue grabbed me and hugged. And a red shirt came down and shot him in the head. "He was gonna suck you dry. Let's go!" He grabbed my hand and was dragging me along and hiding me behind hedges and small walls as if we were in the middle of a war. Then he shot me in the leg and called an ambulance for me. He said "It's better this way. You'll live longer if you die now."
~~~~~~~It was just the most vivid I dream I ever had. I felt like it was almost a religious experience. I was so at peace when it finished.
