I died last night. Not literally. But, after a stressful walk up a few icy steps, my nerves were dead, and I needed a drink. And then I fell into the soul sucking depths of my recliner once again – before 7 pm. I don’t know whether it’s the chair, or the ASMR knocking me into next week, but it seems that is when I get good sleep. Until I stumble off to my bed, where the old mattress wrecks my back and my crappy pillow makes my arthritic neck even worse come morning.
I hate long paragraphs.
Last night’s dreams were slightly whacked. But that’s par for the course with me. I had a lot of dreams, most of which I cannot recall. What little I do recall is a variation of other similar dreams I’ve had in the past.
I was at my aunt and uncle’s house in New Jersey. Except they weren’t in New Jersey. They were in some other … land … that could not be found on any map, or via GPS. But, we were there. Except for my aunt, I didn’t know anyone else.
The house was set on a beach, and the back yard was a freaking forest, which nobody was allowed to go into, because you risked your life if you did. So, the women stayed in the house, cooking enough food for an army. I kept asking why so much food, but nobody would answer. My aunt just kept pointing out the window at all the people in the back yard.
Okay. So, it’s a party. Time to get to work.
I couldn’t find a certain dish in the kitchen, so my aunt pointed toward her second kitchen on the other end of her massive house. Just how big is this damn house? Here we go, hunting down some dish in a suddenly quiet mansion, where the furniture had plastic on it, and strange music was playing in the distance. I hate this kind of dream.
It was getting darker outside, and the more I searched for this damn dish, the more the house became creepy. I remember having a strong sense of foreboding as I opened door after door, trying to even find the second kitchen.
Cooking and dish quickly forgotten, I found other rooms and strange cries could be heard. A voice in my head told me not to seek out the source of the cries. Well, shit. Of course I’m going to search! That’s what I do in my dreams. I just want the damn dish, and to find a bathroom all of a sudden.
Most of the time, when I’m searching for bathrooms in my dreams, the stalls almost always have doors that are too high, and everyone can see me peeing. That, and the toilets always fucking over flow. It’s getting ridiculous. Someone isn’t doing their job, and needs to be fired. Why is this always the case? It’s GROSS!
Anyways, after I endured snickers and wolf whistles, I pulled up my pants, and continued searching.
I found a huge winding staircase – which is never good, either – and worked my way into a grand library that overlooked the entire house. The books were on the damn ceiling, and for some reason, I didn’t find it at all strange. What was strange was the fact that there were now some kind of auditions going on below, and I couldn’t get back down to speak to any of the celebrity judges.
Instead, another stairwell appeared in the ceiling. How the hell do I get to THAT?! It wasn’t difficult. I just had to will myself there, and poof! I was opening another fucking door. I hate doors. They bother me tremendously.
Now the crying is even stronger, but with a hint of giggling. WTF????? Who is that? The voice in my head once again tells me to not go in. There’s apparently a tortured soul in there, bound by enchanted chains, and if anyone goes in there, she’ll go all GRUDGE on you, and then you’re dead.
Thankfully she didn’t get me. Instead, I finally found my way back into the first kitchen, where everyone was once again cooking, and pouring drinks. By this point, I was a wreck and needed a beer. But the only beer in the fridge were the gigantic Corona Extra bottles my other uncle had brought with him from out of town. That, and his gin and tonic. YUCK. I’ll take that huge beer, thanks.
And that was it, because now, it was 9:00 a.m., and I slept WAY too long. IT’S ABOUT TIME!!! I may not have liked those dreams, but I really needed that sleep. But now I’m tired from sleeping too much.
Time for a pot of coffee.