A Snake By My Bed

A Japanese World

I was entering a hotel lobby with one of my cousins; we were attending a seminar conducted by a group of Japanese about preparing Japanese food and beverages. I was wearing a somewhat frilly dress, while my cousin wore a sort of corporate suit. As we stood in the lobby, trying to decide where to go, she told me to leave my bag behind (because it was a little big and heavy, and she felt that it might “get in the way” as we interact with other people in the seminar) and we can just go back for it later on. I hesitated, but thought that it might be better not to be hindered by it later on if I needed to go around and mingle. 

So I left my bag (it’s a brown bag I actually have in real life) under one of the couches. There were many people nearby and we knew it was safe as long as they were there, because no one would take it. So, we went upstairs to the function room. 

There were rows of seats and I was a little surprised that it was a classroom setting, because I was expecting it to be more relaxed. So, we sat at the front row, and right in front of us were mini stoves and cooking counters. There were only a few people since most of them were hanging out at the lobby. 

After a while, a group of Japanese chefs marched in, and they all looked stern and serious, and I suddenly felt afraid of them. They were impatient and expected everyone to understand immediately what they were saying, even if their English was hard to understand. Later on, one of the chefs showed a dessert or soup, and I reacted, suddenly excited, because it looked so nice. He looked at me sharply because he got distracted, then asked me a question in Japanese, which I answered in Japanese too. He seemed to realize that we all do appreciate what they are teaching us, so his face softened a bit. 

After a while, the seminar was finished, and I ran into another Japanese guy who smiled at me, and then I said “Ohayou!” and he replied back, waving at me. I suddenly realized that I could understand all of them even if they spoke in Japanese, but it was more like I understood it on a different level, like I didn’t really understand the actual terms, but I knew what they meant.

Next scenario was a party wherein the food they served were the ones prepared by the chefs during the seminar. I was starting to think about my bag, and was worrying that it might get lost. I told my cousin that we should get it and she said it can wait. I told her my mobile phone and wallet were there, and I can’t afford to lose them. I knew she won’t be convinced, so I decided to go and get it myself. 

I then ran into another Japanese guy, and before I could say hi, he led me outside of the party hall and said we should take a walk. I said sure, but that I should get my bag first. He agreed, and then we went down to the lobby. Oddly, the entire hotel was closed, and the party people were the only ones left in the building. The entire lobby was dark. I worried that my things might be lost, but I found my bag. I carried it and we walked out the door.

Later on as we reached the busier parts of the street, he held my hand and I wanted to break free, but he held tightly and I realized that he has defined the walk as my agreement to be his girlfriend. I was getting confused because I knew I liked another Japanese guy, but his name kept fading and I would almost remember it but my mind wanders as I start to do so. 

In the next scenario, we were walking on a grassy park and he suddenly stopped dead so I did too. As I slowly turned my head towards him beside me, he gently squeezed my hand as if telling me not to move. Then I understood why - out of the corner of my eye, we were surrounded by killer ninjas. They were after him, but they would kill me too for being with him. Once again, he squeezed my hand and “reminded” me that I have powers too, and can get away, and that I will be able to deal with the one or two ninjas who choose to follow me. He assured me that he would deal with the rest surrounding him. So, slowly, I walked forward, and pushed myself off the ground, and started to jump-fly towards a nearby building, as one or two ninjas ran after me. My intention was to get inside the building and blend in with the people in it so that they can’t simply grab me and create a scene. 

Once inside, I found some previous workmates in some kind of party, and I felt so bored being around them that the everything started to fade. 

Trapped

Down a snowy slope, with a group of friends, though I don’t really recognize them from anywhere. Sometimes, a man (whom I shall call Zaraki-sama) would be there, but not quite. 

We came to the edge of a low cliff, and below, a troop of enemies marched. We were not supposed to be seen, so we held on with all our might to keep from falling. 

However, I was in front, and I fell. As I did, I tried to float, and instead I gently flew towards a group of banana trees nearby, near the mouth of the cave to where the troop marched. I tried my best to hide, but eventually, some enemies, who stood by to watch the troop, saw me. I was hoping my friends would come rescue me, but some also fell, and were caught. 

We were all brought through the cave. On the other side, was a dark snowy city. 

It was like a secret world, only to people that are like them. I’m not sure what was strange or different about them. Eveything looked pretty normal. In fact, the city was snowy yet very beautiful and the tiny lights gave life to everything. 

I ended up with one or two other friends (sometimes one, other time there’s two of them), and we were brought to a mall. It was past mall hours so one of the malls becomes some kind of headquarters where prisoners are looked after. 

I knew we were never going to get out. That even if we managed to leave the building, we would always be in the city. And the daylight was ages away. In the city, the nights were much, much longer. 

All the doors of the mall were automatic sliding doors. However, they won’t open for us. It only detects people from the city. I think they had something in them or wore a small gadget that made them detectable by the machine. But I knew it was one of the things that made them different. They are all part of this system and they live on it and feed on it, and are protected by it. I felt so alienated. 

After a while, I and my friend were allowed to be on our own, but still within the mall. We came to a door which won’t open for us, of course. I was starting to panic because I felt that we could be used for experiments, given that they are contiually developing their city by every means possible. 

Then we came to a series of sliding doors. Near each of them was an old lady who was either standing by or passing by. The first old lady looked at us and walked past the door, causing it to open, so we went through. Nobody noticed, so we realized we just might be able to escape, look for the cave, run through it, and come back to our own world. 

I looked back and saw that the old lady went back to the spot where she stood. It was like she just passed by to make the doors open for us, but she didn’t say anything so she would not be blamed. Then came a next door. Another woman, who looked pretty much the first one, was on her way out, so as the door opened, we followed her immediately. Just one more door and we were out in the streets. 

Another lady was standing nearby and we quickly apologized while gently dragging her towards the door, then running out as it opened. 

We couldn’t find the cave and were not sure where to look. The whole city is their world, and we have nowhere to go. Even the trees were not safe hiding places. They had detectors which can identify life forms hiding in trees. 

Then there was a huge black brick building. It was like the city hall, and there were people in front of it celebrating something. In a while, there would be fireworks.

We stood at the corner of the building. We realized that a tree stood right at the corner of it. We climbed. At the top of the tree, I looked up and saw that we might be able to hide ON TOP of the building, on its roof. I knew that people won’t look at the top of the building, and if we crouched low, no one would notice us. We can travel safely from there.

Suddenly, children were down below, playing. One of the girls, a skinny girl in a pink shirt, started climbing the wall. She was telling her friends that she will show off to her family (from among the crowd) that she can stand at the top of the building and not be scared.

My friend and i decided to get up really quickly, before the attention of the crowd was brought to us. Suddenly. I found loops of rope embedded in the bricks, which will make it easier for me to hold on to it as I climbed.

However, the girl was on the way and I had to wait for her to climb up. The children didn’t mind us being there, as long as they didn’t realize we were not one of them.

After she got up, she ran towards the center of the building to wave at her parents. My friend and I managed to quickly get to the roof and crouch. That way, even if they looked up, all they would see is the girl.

On the roof deck, we looked for some place to hide.

I saw a part of the roof, and I knew it was hollow inside, so we can hide in there until the event was over. The roof was made up of the glossy pages of a fashion and makeup magazine. If the wind blew too hard, it would fly off from our heads. 

I sat underneath, and my friend found a hole that lead to the kitchens. He was going to get food for the both of us. I decided to worry about bathroom and clothes later on. 

He was taking so long so I decided to follow. However, he was already seen by someone, and that someone ran to alert the others. He told me to climb up quickly and to stay under the roof no matter what. He will run off to some other place away from me, to distract them. Whether they catch him or not, I should just go on. He will lead them away from me so I can be safe. 

I sat under the magazine page roof and I think I cried. 

Suddenly, I was tired and sleepy. I didn’t know what was going to happen next. If before that, I knew things like people won’t look at the top of buildings and stuff, by that time, I didn’t know anymore. 

Just then, my friend came back, and he held a knife set. He was panting and he showed me the set. It was a cute pink container, and inside it were two knives. He told me that they knew where I was hiding anyway, so he decided to just come to me and we can try to escape, or just get caught together. But he didn’t want me caught. So he offered the knife to me. He said it would be better if we just killed each other at the same time. 

The offer came to me as such a sweet relief. I almost cried because of gratitude at his wonderful idea. I was exhausted, and knew I could no longer go on. 

We held a knife each. He held it towards me - I’m not sure if it was on my leg or my stomach (I was sitting on the floor) - and I held it to his neck. He was going to count. Just before he came to three, our other friend, the one which was vaguely there since the beginning, arrived. He was very calm and asked what we were doing and why. He was trying to say that the city people’s plans for us shouldn’t be so scary and that we should wait and see. 

My friend with the knife knew, and I knew because I read his mind, that this vague friend wanted to stop us because he wanted to give up my knife friend to the people, but was planning to save me and compromise with them so that they don’t take me and him, and instead just take my knife friend. 

Before he could take steps to come closer, my knife friend stabbed me on the leg. I knew instantly I was going to die of blood loss. I immediately started feeling weak. He gave me a look that said I should stab him on the neck already, and that I shouldn’t look if it pains me. 

As I pushed at the knife blade through his neck, I woke up. 

Tantrums

We were living in a HUGE house. Shiny wooden floors, big, spacious rooms, wide staircases, walk-in closets, and long hallways. 

I was in one of the bedrooms, I think I was either napping or watching TV then falling asleep. Beside my bed is another bed. It was somebody else’s bedroom, but it was still our home. I think it was a spare bedroom for visiting relatives. At the far end of the room is another bed, and on it slept this tall curly-haired perfect-looking pretty girl. Across the bed where I was on was the door going to the bathroom. 

After a while, a guy I used date whom we shall call Mr. Crow came in. He said he wanted to take a nap and went beside me. In my head I was thinking that after all this time we have never kissed, at all. And then suddenly we kissed, very briefly. As we did so, I was thinking, isn’t it supposed to feel like something? Why don’t I feel anything at all? Then I decided it must be due to the fact that I’ve totally gone over him ages ago. So I said that must be it. I think he felt it and turned away, then gently tapped my chin or my lips with his finger and said something like I’m starting to kill with my tongue or with my words or something, but I don’t fully remember. Then he got up and said he had to go to the bathroom. Around the same time, the pretty girl woke up and was about to go to the bathroom as well. Mr. Crow went in, then asked her to come in as well, and she giggled and went in, and then he slammed the door. I could hear her laughing inside, and then I stormed out of the room. I was surprised to find myself feeling crushed and devastated. I decided to leave the house and shop and not come back for a long time. 

I stepped out, and realized I was in my jimjams, so I went back in. I went up the stairs, to my parents’ bedroom. Apparently they were not at home, doing rich-people stuff. I went to my mom’s closet or dresser and took out a spare wallet or purse and took her extra credit card. It was owned by both of them but I think it was named to one of them. I took it and changed into more proper clothes, and started going out. However, I suddenly had the feeling that I shouldn’t be caught by my parents that I’m running away, because it will fail to scare them. It was like briefly, it was them I was feeling hurt about instead of Mr. Crow. So I went back up and decided I should bring more stuff than just the credit card. 

So I sneaked back downstairs and the staircase became the one we had in our old home. I whispered to our helper to get me my wallet and my bag which is in the living room, then I mentioned I also needed a towel or a bathrobe, but I need my wallet and my bag first. Later on she came up and gave me a bathrobe or towel, and then I said she should just get me my bag and wallet, and to hurry. She finally gave them to me and I went back inside my parents’ room, which has now turned into the old bedroom in our old home. I was frantically stufifng things into my bag so I could leave. 

Then I heard the helper coming up, and she said someone came to see me. She said it was my sister, and that she assumed it’s okay if my sister found out about my plans, because I can tell her about them. But it was Pancakes (a charming girl friend I used to have, who turned out to be loony and so we’re not friends anymore) but she was my sister at the same time. I told her I was broken hearted or something and had to run away. But then my sister was also there suddenly and she was asking Pancakes how she is, and I could see that Pancakes was lying through her teeth about something (she does that on a regular basis). So anyway it was time for me to leave, and I sneaked out through the front gate, and I noticed that everything is its filthy rich environment again and the gate was so huge it was like the gates of some heaven. However, suddenly, my sister is joining me and she has invited our “samurai” friends so we can all go out of town and I can rant all I want and they can comfort me. When I stepped out into the wet (it had been raining) and wide and empty street, there were three silvery Porsche-like cars waiting, and I crouched behind them in case my parents arrived. The most convenient car to get into belonged to Toshirou, so I climbed in, and realized I was close to tears because I was reminded of my experience. 

My sister and rode in another car, I think she was with her boyfriend, and then other friends were in the other car. As we drove forward, Toshirou asked me what happened and told me to tell him everything because it was going to be a long ride. As it turns out, we were going to his rest house somewhere in the south. 

We stopped over at a coffee shop which he apparently owns. We decided to wait there because the other 2 cars were left behind. As the car slowed down, a woman was suddenly with us, and she was this annoying dense person who just decided to tag along and she kept talking to Toshirou, totally oblivious of the reason why we all went out of town and what Toshirou wanted me to talk about. I was patient and let her butt in because I was too tired to argue.

Inside the coffee shop, Toshirou sat across me and told me to continue with my story. However, the girl suddenly sat beside him and started talking to him. We let her be and then when she stopped, Toshirou asked me to continue. However. she tried getting his attention again because she didn’t like it when Toshirou ignored her. Finally, Toshirou shushed her because he was getting impatient and wanted to hear my story. The girl wouldn’t stop and tugged at his sleeve. Then I got so annoyed and stood up and banged on the table with my hands and stepped out. Toshirou ran after me and said I shouldnt be upset, and he knows she’s really annoying. The girl followed us and was watching if the show has been stolen from her. I think Toshirou asked her to leave us or get back inside because she just became insignificant. Toshirou was telling me he owns the place anyway so he can tell the people not to let her in or something. 

When my mood got better, we stayed outside, sitting by the door. I noticed a black dog nearby, and Toshirou started playing with him by pushing the door a little, hence pushing the dog who’s on the other side of it. He laughed a little then picked on something small and black from the dog’s face. It was dried skin coming off from the dog’s recovering wound. Then he gave it to the dog and told me to watch its reaction. The dog licked the small black skin, then realized it was his own, coming from his own wound, and then he began to wail, so loudly that my skin crawled. Apparently, it was a very bad thing for dogs to lick their own skin / scab because it was just as bad as a person eating his own intestines or something. I don’t remember much but it was like an abomination in dog-culture or something. I slightly reproached Toshirou and asked him never to do it again. 

Later on we stood by the side of the road, still in front of the cafe, and waited for the others. I asked him about me storming out of the cafe, and if I did any damage and he said I shouldn’t worry because he took care of everything. I asked if what he did is really allowed, and he said it’s something he does as extra service for friends he cares for. Then I hugged him and said he’s so nice and sweet, and I felt like he was almost my brother. He didn’t hug back and was a little embarassed because it turns out the people from the cafe were watching us. I felt their eyes on my back.

A Strange Family

It was a long series of events, and I remember feeling like I’ve lost all hope about finding happiness in any possible or dreamed of relationship. Then I found two women, and one of them said she can give me to a family who lives in seclusion, and they are looking for a partner for their son, and she said she is sure I will not have anything to worry about anymore. She told me though, that if I get it, I should never try to get out or change my mind because they will hunt me down and kill me, for the son and his mom are very possessive people. For a moment I was scared, but then I decided that I’m not going anywhere anyway so might as well disappear into their secluded house. 

So, one of the women led me inside a normal looking house, then we came into a room with a big wooden dresser. She asked me to climb up and when I get to the top of it, I should push open the ceiling right above it, and I’ll be able to enter the home of the strange family. 

I had a hard time climbing up, because I only slightly opened each drawer and used them as steps. They were very easily broken though, and I kept falling back to the floor. I eventually managed to get up though, and I would myself in a dark place with several steps leading to different rooms. 

Next thing I remember, I was lead to some kind of receiving room which was connected to a dirty kitchen, and a lady assistant told me to wait. There were several other people waiting, but I realized they were there for “screening” if they would be good for anything. Later on, I discovered that those who have no use for the family were killed, and some body parts were preserved and piled horribly in one of the rooms. I remember seeing piles of lower jaws and pelvises and male private organs and gums and lungs and hearts, all dried up and still very red and shiny. I knew I was not going to be harmed in that way though, because there was an air of excitement which announced that there is finally a partner for the son. Suddenly, the woman who lead me inside told me not to mind if the son is a short man, and that I am slightly taller than he is. I thought of a midget, though I said to myself it can’t be that bad. Besides, I can always choose to die, or try to escape and die.

So finally, I was brought into a room, and it was the son’s room. It had thick floral rugs a polished walls, but the furniture inside were broken like the drawers I stepped on to get there, though apparently the son was using them as they are. Beds, couches, tables, and chairs all had shaky and almost destroyed legs, huge splinters sticking out of them. Suddenly, the son came, and he was really short, like he only reached up to my shoulders, but he looked scary as hell. He was pale and had slightly long straigh hair, with a mad look in his eyes. I wanted to run away immediately, but I was way inside the secluded home already, and told myself I want to see how things would go. As he closed the door behind him, I heard murmurs outside of excitement of how the son and I will get along. When we sat down to talk, his mother came in - she was a huge, fat, dressed up woman with short wavy blond hair, in a tight long floral dress. She looked at me and sized me up, then told the son to leave so that she and I can talk instead. Then we were suddenly in a huge study room with big dark shelves and big musty couches. She gave me some bags because she said she likes me for her son. She warned me though, not to want to get away, because I might have to pay for it in ways I can’t imagine, and I thought about the body parts. I learned somehow that they cut up the person alive and just let him or her bleed to death or die in pain. 

Later on she said she has to go somewhere and shop, and that she will buy me more things if I want them. I told her I didn’t anything as of the moment so she set off and said she will bring me back something I might like. Then I went to the bathroom which was a very huge but plain one, full of small green tiles, and I went to one side where the shower, a faucet, and a small basin was. Suddenly it became a public shower room for girls, and Ururu-chan was there, in a shirt and shorts, carrying some clothes for changing. She was so excited to see me and said that Hollow, Toshirou, and my sister were waiting outside. After we take a shower, we should go see them outside so we can go to dinner. 

I immediately found a way to get out, by going with them and acting like I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to leave.I decided to just see how things will turn out, because I realized I didn’t want to stay with the family because I felt trapped and like I would never see the outside world again, and the son was too scary, and the mom was too overpowering. And somehow, I knew that Toshirou would fight them off as best as he can, though it wasn’t anything romantic in nature. I just knew he’d fight because it was the right thing to do. So, later on, Ururu-chan I were stepping out, and then the mom came back. She saw us leaving the room, and she told me or us to come back again and visit often. It was like suddenly, I was free to go, though I know I was still being carefully watched, and I can’t even think about totally cutting off my ties from them. I could feel the tension growing in the house already as we stepped out, because the mom has given me bags which means I’m tied to them in some way, yet they will have to tell the son that I have chosen to live a free life, though not totally free. It was like, I was still tied to them, yet I was given the opportunity to step out with my friends, which totally makes the role of the son insignificant, as my supposed partner. So anyway, as I carefully stepped out with them, Ururu-chan found an object of some sort which she found very cute, and I whispered to her to put it back. I wanted to warn her because I knew that if they gave it to her, she would be tied to the family in some way too. However, she seemed not to hear me and expressed to the mom how cute the object was, then the mom said she can have it. She exclaimed her delight then continued to walk on, while I worried that someday we will both have to “pay our dues” to the family in the secluded house. I had so much in my mind. I wanted to talk to all of them about what was happening. but I knew there would be no time or opportunity for a long conversation as that, and that I might have to be back soon.I want to tell Toshirou so he can at least talk to them when I or we (Ururu chan and I) are back in the house, or he can plan how to get us out. My fear was quickly growing, and I woke up, my relief beyond words. 

In A Glittery Gown, with A False Prince?

I was in a long glittery gown, though I was so uncomfortable in it because it just didn’t feel right on me. Then I was in a huge house, and a guy I will call Toushiro was saying something about my dress, and he was laughing. It was a good-natured laugh though, but it still didn’t help me feel any less uncomfortable.

It turned out it was his house, and it was late, and I stepped out of the room to leave, and then when I came to another big room, I heard someone opening the door and I froze on the spot. I realized it was his mom on the other side of the door, and I panicked because I didn’t want her to find me in there so late in the night, with her son. 

Toushiro came up behind me and whispered to me, laughing, that perhaps I should just go into another room so I don’t need to be seen by anyone if I didn’t feel like it. He was laughing because he knew how panicked I was, and again it was a good-natured laughter. 

I stepped into a room, which was like a home in itself, with a living room, a kitchen, a dining area, a door leading to a bathroom and one or two bedrooms. I realized that each room in their house was that huge, and each room contained one cat and one dog, as the pets assigned to the room. I stood uncomfortably in the middle of the huge place, not sure what to do. I looked around uneasily and thought about sitting on the big comfy couches, but decided against it because I knew I was going to leave as soon as Toushiro comes back and tells me his mom has retired to her own room. So I waited, standing and looking around. Then the pets came, and the cat looked like a Cheshire cat, with its wide toothy grin,and it was playing roughly with the dog. It threw me a glance saying that it also bites like a dog, and I was terrified. I gasped and hoped they just continue playing, when they ran and rolled together towards me, and when they stood, the cat looked at me again. I wanted to pretend I was okay, but then right at the point when I wanted to run and scream, Toushiro came in, and was smiling. He saw how even more terrified I was, and laughed much more loudly, yet with obvious fondness this time. I felt even more uneasy. Then he came forward and hugged me while my arms stayed stiffly on my sides, my hands clutching the sides of my long glittery skirts. My whole body stiffened and I felt so umcomfortable. Then he stepped back and looked at me and said something like, “Were your afraid of the cat? I knew you’d be afraid of them because you’re afraid of dogs and this particular cat behaves like a dog, and bites. But don’t worry because I am here. And you will stay here. You will live here. You won’t ever need to go. You’re staying with me.” I was speechless and wanted to cry out and say I didn’t want to, but I was so afraid to offend him because his face was glowing. I remember staying as stiff as ever and my eyes simply looked away from him, frantically trying to think of something to say that won’t make me commit to anything. At the same time I was trying to think of a way to escape, past all the dogs in the house. I woke up as stiff as a friggin’ board. 

A Rat in A Yellow See-Through Trash Bag

I was in an office building and I knew I had to get away, yet make it NOT look like an escape. I know I was with someone, but I don’t remember who he is. We were like, together, and we had to escape. Then I ended up in one of the rooms, and there was a big wooden drawer, and a rat went in from the back, and I knew that the rat would be in the first drawer because suddenly it was deja vu. The guy tried to shake the drawer to make the rat come out because it’s not supposed to be in it. Next thing I remember, the rat was lured into a trap and it was suddenly inside huge yellow see-through trash bag, placed on the huge wooden table in the room. The trash bag was also filled with crumpled pieces of paper and then a knot was tightly made to make sure the rat doesn’t get out. I looked and saw the rat frantically trying to get out and get some air. I was then suddenly filled with pity and just looked away because I know I can’t let it out because it’s a rat.

Next scenario, my parents were in the room and it no longer seemed like an office building from which I was trying to escape, but I still had to get out, though no longer urgently. I’m not sure if the guy was still there but I had vague memories of him by then. Then my dad saw the trash bag and took it out to some backyard or garage, and he was so excited, because he was going to torment it or something. I wanted to stop him but decided against it because I knew he wasn’t going to listen. I looked away and didn’t want to see the rat being taken away, and I walked out of the room.

Saturday with Seth Green

Yesterday, it was some kind of love story with Seth Green. 

I went with my sister and her boyfriend (who sometimes shifts to her ex-boyfriend) to a culinary school. We were looking for our classrooms and we discovered that we were placed in different classes although the schedules were the same. So I walked them to their classrooms - theirs looked like normal classrooms, with rows of seats and a blackboard at the front. However, when I got to mine, it was much bigger and brighter and there was a wide screen in front instead of a blackboard and the airconditioning was colder. At the front row, in the middle, was a much bigger seat, almost like a mini-throne, with a big sign on it saying my name. I felt embarassed because of the special treatment and I was wondering what I did to deserve anything like that. So, since not all my new classmates knew yet who I am, I sneaked at the back of the room and found a seat in somewhere in the last few rows. 

Afterwards the dream shifted and I was in the same classroom but a strong-faced woman pulled me aside and was telling me that because of something I did or failed to do, which was somewhat connected to my refusal to acknowledge my place in the room, I was going to be expelled. I was horrified but since I felt that it was a final decision, I started thinking that I’ve graduated from college anyway and I have a regular job, and might just need to deal with any school problems when I decide to take any other classes in the future. However, I still felt bad that after all this time, now I get expelled.

Later on I was walking outside a row of classrooms and I left my things in another unoccupied room. I was planning to escape from the school grounds (which is quite enormous) before they formalize my expulsion. I think the expulsion would involve other forms of punishment, I don’t know what. Then I stood outside one of the classrooms and waited for Seth Green to finish his class. (So, suddenly, we’re like super close friends in the dream and we never talked about it but we wanted to be together.) As he walked out of the room he saw me and I was only about to say that I needed to escape soon, when he suddenly took my hand and we ran. He was holding my hand the whole time we were trying to escape and he was fighting off people who figured what we were trying to do and were trying to stop us. In the end, I remember being in a room with strange equipment, and he ashed me to hide behind one of them, while he talked to a scientist to let us out through the ceiling using the strange equipment. I woke up feeling so loved and protected. Despite the expulsion part, it was a very nice dream.

Corpses, Dolls?

It was a very scattered dream, but I remember being in a narrow passageway where water from the sea flows into, and I remember being with someone, except that I don’t remember who he is. We were trying to escape from something and then when we got into the narrow path, we stopped and looked back to see how far we’ve gone. To our surprise, as the waters flowed in, it brought with it corpses - they were supposed to be corpses of people with us. And as each corpse came in, I called on a name (I don’t remember any specific names I said), and I was telling the person I was with how sad I am that they all died. 

The funny thing is, I recognized who they are even if they all looked like human-size sewn voodoo dolls. 

Deserted Streets

I was brought by a girl to a house in some small neighborhood. I know her in real life though I wouldn’t really waste my time talking to her. In the dream though, I had to go with her because she knows something about the place we’re going to, though I don’t know why we need to go in the first place. Fortunately, she is a much more quiet and reserved person in my dream than how she actually is in real life (loud and never runs out of shallow comments). 

We went into a house and then it all became chaotic. At some point I was back in my former office and I had to sign something. In another point I was in a small living room with a group of tall and beautiful brunettes and the guys we were with turned to stones. 

Afterwards, I was trying to get out of the compound where the house was, and realized that the girl has left me. As I stepped out into the empty streets, I knew I was lost. Anywhere I looked, I couldn’t find any familiar land mark or sign, nor a cab which can take me out of the neighborhood which is starting to become scary. I kept walking and would think I found a familiar corner but ended up in an unfamiliar area. 

At some point, I saw a street that crossed a river and led to a patch of forest. I ran to it because I knew that the other side of the forest would have cabs and city people who can tell me where to go. As I ran towards it I realized that the street itself was way too dark and I sensed danger following me. I looked back and saw no one. I ran forward and looked back, suddenly seeing a guy wearing a dark thick jacket quickly walking towards me and I held out my hand to stop him then I screamed. No voice came out and my chest started to hurt, but I realized that the guy was no longer there. I also realized that my legs have become so heavy that I couldn’t run. I think it was all the panic that woke me up.

Escape Through the Beach at Night

I stood along the shore of a HUGE body of water. I have dreams from before which I categorize as “water dreams” and this is one of them. These are not just dreams with bodies of water in them, but HUGE and overwhelming bodies of water. Just looking at them makes me feel like trying to gasp for air and like everywhere I look, the body of water seems to catch up to me. 

So anyway, this is one of them.

I stood on the shore, looking out at the dark blue water. It was night time and only the moon provided us light. We were trying to escape from something, though I’m not sure what. There were a number of people around, and we realized we can’t swim to the next closest island, which was just a few yards away, because the water was way too deep and the undercurrent might take some of us into the deeper parts and away from the islands. 

I remember seeing one of my female cousins, and an old grade school classmate who used to bully me. I don’t remember the other people there but I think we were all girls. There were some guys who went to look for something which I don’t remember.

Suddenly, the tides lowered and we were able to see a wider part of the shore. Instead of proceeding with the escape, some of them started swimming in their underwear since we really didn’t have time to bring anything with us when we escaped. I joined them I saw some beautiful white rocks under the shallow part of the waters. We all started playing and laughing around until someone warned that “they” were on the way to the beach, meaning those we were trying to escape from. 

Some started to run towards a narrow path between two boulders of rocks, but most of us just started walking quickly because we knew that they didn’t know yet we were there; they were just heading to the beach for something else. So first, I ran to where my clothes are, and picked up a shirt and skirt. As I walked on, I started putting on my clothes. Then I realized that Mr. Perfect Skin was behind me, and I felt so conscious how big my ass must look or how fat I am so I put on my skirt first. As I put on my shirt I realized that I’m not supposed to worry about it because he wouldn’t mind. Apparently we were together, or on our way to being together. 

In connection to this dream, I have had 3 or 4 recurring dreams in the past with this guy picking me up from work, being in our old home, or being together with me. Oddly though, in real life, I never see him in that way at all and we’re not even close friends.