So, sadly, had a lot of random dream clips last night but only remember three. I got woken up a LOT last night through my attempted sleeping time, and that generally makes it impossible to have long, worthwhile dreams and just leaves me with broken, short pieces.
But here they are!
I was getting ready in front of a mirror. I had long, thick eyelashes and dark eyeliner like a doll and short, curly hair with a mini top hat. What really fascinated me was that I was brushing bangs. Bangs! I have not had those since I was pre-teen.
I was fricken gorgeous, but it was still kinda weird and didn't feel like me. I'll make a new label for dreams where I'm not myself from here on in.
Sitting in a classroom, someone opened up a discussion of, "What is oral sex like for females?"
The person asking it was male. The first person to answer was... TA DA. One of my ex girlfriends. (The most recent one. Previously referred to as the one who was extremely important to me, but childishly blocked me online and went on to rant about me in public forums.)
While she was answering, I interrupted her with the most brilliant definition I could think of.
"It's great, you know, it's warm and all. But not nearly enough friction to get off on! You're better off pleasing your girl some other way!"
Cue silence as this jewel of wisdom sinks in.
Ahahaa....
So, we'll just call this ex by her name, Brianna. Tired of these 'previously referred to' bits.
So, this is her first appearance in my dreams since we stopped talking about a month and a half ago, so it's pretty strange. Also, since I never put my mouth on her junk I think my brain was just filling in the blanks, since I know her current boyfriend has done her the favor by now. And I doubt she feels as 'whatever' about it as I do, so yes. Weirdness.
Probably what made me dream of her now was I just found out yesterday she's been calling Jerry/my live-in love bird constantly over the last week or so (as in, 25 missed calls), which sits even stranger with me. The unease wormed its way into my subconscious.
Oh, oh, wait, one more.
In a place where magic of some kind is possible, a group of people are unknowingly playing a survival game.
Like the Marauder's Map of Harry Potter, some people are given a map of similar nature showing where the opponents and teammates are.
It's a group of humans struggling against another group who want to kill them.
So I have an ability that proves quite useful, although short lived: I can cast invisibility, but it only lasts for half a minute or so and does not mask sounds that I'd make. I find out I can also use it to shield more than myself, but only get to use it on one other person simultaneously.
I do it by putting my hand over my head, revolving it in a circle a couple times, then making a fist. As long as the fist is above us, we should be invisible, but eventually the strength will run out and I'll have to recast.
There was one room on the map that if you entered, for some reason, instead of giving an exact location next to your name, it would say "N/A" or "??"
I figured out that was the safest place to sit and think, because hell, whatever was trying to kill us was mighty powerful.
When these things first started appearing to take us out, my coworker Mark (WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE AGAIN) came up to me crying, saying he could not find his (real life) wife-to-be, Angela, and feared she was probably dead already.
I confided in him that I could not find Jerry, but I hoped for the best.
The dream end with me and one other person holed up in the magic N/A room, shivering in fear. A group of the invaders comes in and I shield us, but they are in there so long talking I have to recast. That split second where we were visible was so frightening I almost couldn't hold my hands steady enough to cast.
I think this was just my brain having a little fun. It does this sometimes, gives me interesting circumstances like straight out of a good novel or movie. Fear is the spice of dreams! Ahahaaa.
My brain likes to decide what is good for plot and implements it. I wonder if all writers have dreams that play out like stories.
So, yes, this is everything that I remember!
I think I slept for... uh... at least eight hours, between all the waking up. I went to bed fairly hungry for once.
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