memorable

August 4th, 2011

I had a dream Jessica and my Aunt Val were living somewhere and I wanted to take Smooches there, although I don't remember why. I had planned to stuff her in my backpack and bring her there. They showed up at my house and I went outside instead. Jess opened the door with this big smile. She stole Smooches from my backpack without me noticing and I called her a little rascal.
When I went outside, I saw Kelsea throwing a football against a wall repeatedly. I screamed "Kelsea!" and ran over to hug her, but she didn't seem all that pleased to see me. She said "Oh, hi," and coldly took the hug without returning it. I said "What's wrong?" and she said "Nothing. I DO have to learn to throw, though." She was talking about the military. I told her that it was good to see her and she had a conniption.
She started crying and being angry, not towards me, but about being in the military. I walked with her while she screamed about it, saying it wasn't her fault, and saying that it wasn't even her choice to go.
We ended up walking down the second parking lot here in the apartments where it led to docks. We sat down and I held her while she cried. I felt very strong attraction to her, it may have even been love. I remember her saying "I'm sick of being in pain from my eyes to my toes!"
Then I was a commando sort of thing, and Kelsea was still Kelsea. We were Japanese warriors and she laid down in a bed. Feeling bold, I laid down with her, and she unstrapped her shirt while we cuddled. She had pierced nipples for some reason. I was pretty proud of myself, and it was nice to be laying down next to her. We were worried about a government official or the police seeing us, so every time we'd hear something suspicious, I'd get out of bed. There were two false alarms and one time when a cop did pass, but he looked like a London 1950s cop.
I ended up in the attic of an old house with some other commandos. There was a sense of camaraderie and I knew them all. The one fresh in my mind was a black guy, a pilot, who looked a little bit like the :O guy on that picture.
Next thing I know, someone was attacking the house and town, so I run outside with them and see hordes of people running to this island submarine. It was far too large to actually submerge. People were afraid and nobody knew who exactly was attacking, and I was swept up in the frenzy. All I knew was that I had to get back to Kelsea no matter what. I started swinging this knife I had around and killed several people. Other people were fighting with each other indiscriminately. When I realized what I had done, I stopped fighting but didn't feel guilty or bad at all. I found Kelsea and saw that she was unconscious, so I picked her up and ran much faster than is humanly possible to the sub.
She woke up when we got there, but I had to go fight the enemy that was coming. I got in this elevator that was a platform sinking into the ground, and Kelsea leaned over the edge to watch me go. She was crying. I blew her a kiss, but she looked away as I did and I don't think she saw it.
I don't remember any of the fighting, but I remember being in a base, the basement of the base, trying to call her. I kept getting static. Eventually I got a message "You've reached 655-somethingsomething and a string of evil fishies!" I was very happy. Next we heard on the radio that the ship had been hit and was going under, and a reactor was going to explode.
The crisis would take several hours, but there was no escape for the people onboard for some reason. I remember getting a sense of deja-vu, that I'd done this before (I think I've dreamed it before) but woke up before anything else happened.
Other things I remember:
Kissing her several times, one of them with me disconnecting early and it being awkward
Her lips felt very strange, almost dry but not unpleasant either
I had much stronger feelings for her in my dream than I do in real life