Memorycemetery

Have you ever thought about how weird our dreams are altogether? They are like stories without beginning or end. Dreams I remember make me think: what was that? Once when I was a kid I found a book in my grandmother’s basement. Over first hundred pages was missing, and the last (how many?) too. It was a war story. It’s hero was in trouble, completely surrounded by enemies, with no food and very scarce ammunition… he was hiding in the basement. I will never know how did he get into the trouble and if he managed to get out there: it went for few hundreds pages about him being stuck. A real suspense. Everything what held this story together in my eyes was his will to live and hope.

I also had such a feeling sometimes… like, once I saw a movie by Jean Luc Godard, from the middle until I had to go. I still wonder what did happen to the main character? So in our dreams we are such a character ourselves, often  stuck in somebody’s else story.

Today in my dream I found myself in an airport lounge. A strange man, looking like one of those detectives from odd black and white movies, his image complete with raincoat, hat and dark glasses came to me and said: you can leave all of this behind.
The deal was: he will give me a new name and passport and I can go with it through the customs, and fly somewhere (where? I do not know), but I can not return to this place again. I accepted it, because I was curious, what kind of passport he will give me, and where I could possibly go? But the man didn’t give it to me. He went through the customs with me instead. When we came to the officers, he took out my new passport and gave it to them, they checked it, looked at my face and inside it (at my photo there apparently), returned the passport to that stranger and let us in. We stood at the long escalator, going up, and up, and up. Me and that spy looking guy. I couldn’t even figure out his face. The escalator was endless, and completely empty. We didn’t say a word to each other, just stood on it.

And that was it. I do not know there did I arrive in the end or my new name, and if I arrived at all. I woke up. My first thought was: what a fucking weird dream! As I couldn’t sleep, I went to my laptop, entered those words: fucking weird dream in Google search, and clicked the top result, as supposedly most relevant. I wanted to see what are other fucking weird dreams like. To your reference, if you are also curious as I am, I’ll publish them as they are, without adding or deleting anything.

Here’s the link http://www.kuro5hin.org/story/2007/6/24/183633/859 and text, published by Del Griffith in his diary:

… For some reason me & the model were not only together but we were engaged, and she wanted to throw some party, and invite her family.

Except that we were using someone else’s house… and it was a MESS.  We were running around trying to clean stuff, then her family shows up.  They kept on asking for some kind of drink, but I kept on fucking it up… It was getting embarrassing, and after every iteration of fucking up the drinks, the bottles kept on getting smaller and smaller…..

Her brother was enlisted in the Swedish navy (what?! huh? I don’t get it either) and was going on that it was such an impressive fighting force….  Yeah I don’t get it.

And there were these annoying kids running around screaming & breaking stuff…  But for some reason I didn’t care.  But the whole time I felt unnerved that whoever owned the house could return at any moment.

I can remember running to get something from the master bedroom, when I opened the door, and there was psycho in the bed, just wearing stalking & a garter…

She was telling me that her needs weren’t being met, and that I should take her shopping for new lingerie, a new laptop and more things for her ‘candy box’…

I ask her, what the fuck is a ‘candy box’, and she opens up this heart shaped chocolate box, but it’s got all kinds of narcotics in it.  She pulls out a syringe, and says that she’s been dying to inject me with some good stuff she scored.  We kiss at first, then she injects the stuff into her arm, and reminisce of her having an orgasm, she falls on her back, and is convulsing, twitching like, but she’s got this grin on her face like the joker -wild almost.  After a while, she sits up, and says it’s my turn.

I can remember telling her that I’ll be back I have to do something, I walk out of the room, and the hallway is a black void… the door closes and it’s just empty.  I don’t recall anything like wind, or a falling sensation, just black.  But I could see my arms legs etc; it was a bright, black void…

I felt eerily at peace in there though.

Then I woke up, feeling very dizzy, dehydrated, nauseated & my eyes were totally bugged out, to where I couldn’t read.  It kind of reminded me of being on X & cocaine… Except that I didn’t even drink last night, let alone do drugs….

 It is weird indeed, but what could I expect else as I entered words fucking and  weird? Definitely not an innocent kid’s story about 3 piglets… So, OK, let’s repeat our search, this time I put things blankly: strange dream. Top result in Google search was:

http://www.dreamwv.com/dialog/messages/764.html, returned (by the way, have a look at the date it posted, I made it bold below ;) ):

Posted by Teri on June 17, 19100 at 15:16:12:

Last night, I had a fairly strange dream. Strange in two ways: One, I remembered it, which I haven’t been doing lately; and, two, I’ve had it before.

In my dream, the main person wasn’t really me, at least not at the start. I mean, I could see from that person’s point of view, but I also watched everything at the same time. This made perfect sense during the dream.

The dream-person was, for whatever reason, researching this…thing that lived in a lake. They called it a whale, but it really wasn’t, because it was more like a dog/jellyfish/frog combination. Mobile like a jellyfish but with strong legs like a frog. It looked like a dog. It wasn’t even as big as a whale- only about the size of a van or two. It was that wet-rainbowy color you see when jellyfish are close to the surface in the sun, but this thing was very deep in the water. According to other information that my dream-person knew, it could physically not get to the surface. It wouldn’t explode or anything like real fishes that live deep in the water, but there was supposedly a depth that it couldn’t get past going up. No explanation on that detail.

So my little dream-person swam down, under the water, a couple feet above the floor of this lake. It wasn’t salt water, just the regular stuff you’d find in a lake. The whole time, it seemed the same level, but the colors changed, finally ending up a murky brown-green. It felt like they were swimming on their back, underwater, but the floor colors could still be seen. Apparently, this looked like the film the dream-person had seen before they went off to find this creature.

The whole time, no oxygen tanks were needed. The person didn’t even seem to be breathing, though I really didn’t think to check. I guess that, even though they obviously lived on land, the water was just as fine.

In the murky area, this…thing…came into view. It looked almost like one of those dogs with stringy fur, only it was water-rainbow colored. And big. Strong and heavy also. My dream-person swam under this thing, still a few feet from the bottom. That position was never left, even when entering and exiting the water.

The dream-person took pictures of this creature, but without a camera. I just knew that pictures had been taken. Maybe some implant in the person’s eyes or something. This creature was now playing in the water, much like a dolphin, but without leaving. It just stayed right there.

Then, my dream-person tried to leave. Every time they did, this huge creature landed on them, pushing off of them and rocketing through the water again. It would loop back down and press the person further into the murky bottom.

Now this person needed air. Badly. They were getting desperate, hitting and kicking at the beast when it came back to press them down. Eventually, oxygen-deprived and exhausted, the person managed to get away, still only a few feet from the bottom. The beast chased after, but its shape wasn’t designed well for fast movements. The dream-person managed to get out first, coming on to a shore that was a forest. They ran through the trees, trying to get away from the creature that could now somehow get on land. Then, as the dream-person reached the steps of the building (with was kind of like those Greek structures, on top of a hill with columns and everything), the creature went back into the water, looking even more like a large, rainbowy colored, wet dog with strong back legs. The dream-person ran back to the building.

Then, my POV switched over to these people in a room, betting on something. All of them seemed pretty sure that whatever it was wouldn’t work out. The dream-person apparently heard this, and, next I knew, they were back at the top of the steps, looking down into the water and the woods. Somehow, I could see this and the POV with the people betting still. The people betting ended up being in a room facing the water, and started screaming as they noticed things swarming out of it. The dream-person looked down and there were these little aquatic creatures. Water beetles and spiders, starfish, urchins, and various other things that shouldn’t have existed in the lake that they were coming from. It was starting to look like the plague of sea creatures.

The dream-person ran into the woods (the woods kind of went up the hill that the steps were on), trying to get away. At this point, everything was blanked over in black and I started getting choices in grey-white colored text. The first one was something about which way to go because of a river that was filled with something dangerous. The next one was whether I wanted never-dimming light (the trees made it look like it was night) or flying power. I choose the light one, though I knew that flight would be more useful.

Then, the sea creature thing was chasing me (no longer the dream-person, this was now me) and I kept running, dodging around trees, hoping to slow it down or confuse it. I kept screaming for help because I remembered the people up at the building. Then, trying to yell louder because I thought they couldn’t hear me, I ended up saying,

And this is it! An article as it is. It doesn’t have ending. Moreover, it’s finished in the middle of phrase, and  posted like this. Isn’t it fucking weird?

Boris Kislitsin 

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