Abyzou

Last night I dreamed that one of my housemates sold me to an older Japanese man, a very clean-cut businessman maybe in his 50s, basically to be a prostitute. I fled the house barefoot into a nice suburb and continued running until I reached a mall, where I hid in a shop that sold pewter miniatures run by a girl named "Jenny". This Jenny was a young woman, maybe in her mid-20s, a little chubby and very pretty with short, shaggy blonde hair, wearing a turquoise empire-waisted top with a black zip-up hoodie, black leggings and flats. She also wore very bright red lipstick. I do not recall ever having seen this girl in the waking world but I saw her so vividly in this dream... anyway, she came over, and complimented me on my eyebrows, saying they look perfect, and I told her they're drawn on but she said she could hardly tell.

Suddenly I turned around and the housemate that sold me was there, and he was FURIOUS, shrieking at me that I owe him $250. What for, I don't know. I don't owe him any money in real life, so I dunno. The moment he laid a hand on me, I pushed him off and ran because, well, he had no fucking right to lay a hand on me. I was suddenly in a completely different suburb, this one was prettier than the last, with willow trees lining the streets.

I ended up running into a forest, and when I came out the other side of the forest, there was a field full of middle school aged children playing football at recess or something (even though there was no school in sight). One of the girls on the field was a girl I went to sleepaway camp with when I was 10 named Aliza, only she hadn't aged a day. She had purple streaks in her red hair, though.

I walked over the field and through their game, until I came to yet ANOTHER village; this time they were a bunch of quaint cottage-ish houses surrounding a lake. I've seen this village in my dreams many times, but also never in the waking world (at least I don't think-- maybe it's a long-forgotten memory?). Suddenly, I sensed that somebody incredibly dear to me was nearby, so I called him-- I woke up when he answered the phone with a "hello?"

One of the strangest dreams I've had to date, in my opinion. It involved two of my friends, one of whom I only know online (who I will call Laura), and the other I've only ever met once in my life (who I will call Amy).

So.

Amy, Laura and I were taking a trip to a small cottage in the middle of a meadow because we "wanted to see deer" (whatever that means!). The cottage was beautiful and the scene looked like something out of a painting. While the other two were out in the nearby forest, I stayed inside and decided to explore the house. I went into the basement, but there were no lights, so I couldn't see, and so I felt my way around. The walls were some kind of organic substance that felt like raw chicken. Disgusted, I ran back up the stairs and decided to find my friends.

Suddenly, I was inside a food cart, but it was also a room (I don't know how else to explain it-- on the outside it was a food cart, but when I stepped inside, it was what appeared to be a hotel room). On a couch was my friend Will, but he didn't see me at all, no matter how many times I called out to him.

Out of nowhere, I was back at the stone house. It was on fire. Somehow knowing my friends were inside, I ran in to go find them. I found Laura by a burning staircase, and at the top of the stairs was a man. He was very small and thin, much like Laura herself, with markings that looked as though somebody had taken a ballpoint pen to his body. Amy stood nearby, watching, looking terrified. I couldn't really make out the man's facial features or hair, because the top of the staircase was extremely dark, as though he just emerged from some dark void.

He kept shouting at Laura to come join him, but she wouldn't go. Eventually, his requests became more and more frantic, but Laura kept declining. He told her that "they didn't have much time", but still, she declined his offer. Suddenly, the man fell apart. Literally fell to pieces; his limbs fell off and he melted into a pile of black plasma that began dripping down the stairs. The fire suddenly ceased and the house was in flawless condition. The dark ooze crawled up the walls in a vine-like fashion, and it was at that point Laura, Amy and I ran from the house.

I then woke up and immediately recorded the dream into a journal, which I'm now using to type this entry. There are probably things in there that I don't remember, though.

I told Laura about this later that day, and we discussed it for a long time. She was completely shocked and believes it to be a psychic dream, because my description of the man's stature/markings fit the exact description of her ex-boyfriend of 4 1/2 years, who she recently broke all contact with and was having doubts about her actions. There were a great many more things that made it all very eerie and more than just coincidence, but that's not my business to write on a public journal entry.

I had a dream last night in which a giant, ibex-like horn grew from the left side of my skull. Whenever I tugged at it, my nose would start bleeding. Gratuitously. I was standing in a bathtub, and the last thing I recall before I woke up was that I was ankle-deep in my own blood, and that the torrent showed no signs of stopping. I can't remember if anything else happened, but I feel as though this is only a piece of the whole dream.

I'm sure this has something to do with the sudden loss of a friend a few days ago. She didn't die, she just violently decided to end our friendship for reasons I've yet to learn. Hmm.