| | Apparently last night was a weird dream night for lots of people. Margie dreamt about racially ambiguous strangers and icky tutoring requests, David's roommate flailed and screamed through the night (in an unpleasant way), and I... well my subconscious was creepy for a night.
I dunno. The dream started out cool; I was driving a Porsche (seemed like a boxter maybe to me) and I was with a close friend. The "friend" had a Laura-ish vibe to her, but I'm not really positive who she was. Anyway, we were enjoying ourselves and joyriding through town when we stop by this... giant rain-gutter type thing and I get this out-of-body experience. Suddenly, I am no longer careening through town in my awesome new ride, but I am watching these two, teenage male counselors leading around a day-camp type group of kids. The kids are freaking out and screaming about this "murderer" that's on the loose and the guys, not knowing what to do, pick up a nearby phone. My experience doesn't last much longer than this, though, and I reappear in the car and drive off.
Somehow, I end up driving into an underground parking garage, but it's entirely empty and full of blind turns. As I'm slowly winding around the tight corners, I see people walking past. Then, suddenly it's as if I'm viewing the world in fast forward and I see the same guy walking past with different people, coaxing them to come with him. Each time he passes, he's wearing a different outfit, or something about his appearance has changed-- hairstyles, hair color, glasses, clothing type. Anyway, the last few times he passes, he's with this girl.
Back in normal time. Suddenly, I'm standing outside my car and the "close friend" type presence has evolved. I know that she is still the person with whom I came, but she is no longer familiar, rather a vague acquiantance that I know. Meanwhile, the girl with whom the ever-changing guy kept passing by approaches us. She explains, perfectly calm, that she is being pursued by someone and needs my help to get her out. But I don't trust her.
Everytime she walks to the side of my car, I lock the door. As I'm watching her walk back and forth, I keep trying to convince my companion to get in the damn car so we can leave. Finally, my companion agrees, and we hop in. At this point in time, I discover that I am exhausted and the driver's seat is a really tight, but comfortable fit. I am tired to the point that I can no longer open my eyes and I lie paralyzed while my mind frantically whirs, knowing that I have to get out of here.
Fighting my body the entire way, I force myself up and switch on the car, realizing that the girl is in the car with us. Fine. Disoriented, I ask which way to go and figure that I should reverse in the opposite way of the people walking, all the while screaming out the window for them to turn back. But none of them hear me, all marching on uniformly as if entranced.
The girl is telling me to follow the people and I keep saying no and she gets increasingly frustrated at my refusal. I realize that she's allied with the strange man who is around the darkened corner. I slam on the gas, blindly turning in hopes to find an exit as I ignore her growing threats. In my peripheral vision, I see her draw something out of her pocket and I feel something sharp dig into my side.
And then I wake.
heh after having already told this story to David, I realize it doesn't sound like that big of a deal. But it left with me an eerie sense of being... watched when I woke up and I was thoroughly creeped out as I got ready this morning. Wonderful, neh?
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