lizard girl's summer camp nightmares/goldfish cracker cats

Date: 11/29/2016

what an old writeup. yeesh The earliest bit I remember from my dream didn't even have me in it, but it started with Homura Akemi from Madoka Magica (who was casually in her magical girl outfit) and some other thing just casually chatting at some sort of summer camp at dusk. I can't remember what they were chatting about. The thing talking to Homura looked like some sort of emaciated little girl with a long, shiny blue-grey metal beak-shaped mask covering her face. Near the top of the mask were large - almost bulging out of the mask - dark ocean blue eyes, with cyan pupils which were like rings with a single dot in the center. She was wearing a knee-length off-white dress with a faded orange and pink floral pattern and nothing else. Even though they were happy hanging out with each other, they had a kind of troubled look about them that neither would reveal to the other. Finally, they said goodnight and while Homura went over to her sleeping bag, the other thing went to a little shack. The shack was connected to a currently inactive racetrack, and had a simple little bed with a fuzzy grey blanket. The bed was apparently there for any camper if they felt like using it. When the girl went to sleep, she had a nightmare (how meta), or maybe a flashback. She was in a grungy city late at night, with the city lights blocking out the clouds. In the distance she heard screaming, and ran over to find a reptile monster tearing two people apart. The reptile monster looked kind of like a "Jurassic Park" raptor, but with elongated arms that it used as legs instead in an awkward and painful looking quadrupedal stance. Despite that, it could walk just fine. Also, its face was mostly a very long mouth, with incredibly large teeth. It had eyes similar to the girl, but they were amber. Its coloration was hard to see in the dark, but it was something like mottled tabby-cat yellow. The girl recognized the reptile monster as her father, and knew the now eviscerated people to be Homura's parents. She hid around a corner, trembling in panic. She also took her mask off for a second, showing she had a weird lizard-mouth-face just like her father. Then, Homura ran over, crying and screaming. The girl looked away, and because it was her point of view, I didn't see what happened but heard several gunshots. The girl woke up before she could look over. It turned out that Homura had been trying really hard to wake the girl up, and had even resorted to throwing the blanket out onto the racetrack. It turns out they were late for the camp's morning rollcall. The girl apologized, saying she had a nightmare, and then Homura looked lost in thought for a moment. The bell rung and the two ran outside for the rollcall. (There weren't any other interesting campers, but nobody questioned the presence of Homura and the other girl.) After some sort of morning pledge which I unfortunately don't remember, the two ran down to a swing-set and sat beside the bars to talk to one another. Homura said that she had always consistently got nightmares when she slept in that cabin, except for nights when the blanket fell off or she brought her own blanket. The girl said she had never slept in that cabin before. Then, some other kid who was eavesdropping said he consistently had nightmares in there too, and went into detail about one where he got his "unmentionables" fried in a toaster (subconcious why). Homura said that the nightmares had something to do with the blanket, as when the blanket wasn't used, the nightmares didn't come. The girl agreed that was a solid theory, and that's where that dream cuts off. My second dream actually had me in it, but I can't remember if it was from my perspective or if the dream was in third person. I was in the kitchen in my house with my sister and mother, about to open a bag of cheddar goldfish crackers. (Oddly enough, we had actually purchased goldfish crackers the night before.) We opened the bag and poured them out onto the counter, only for them to mush together and turn into a plain yellow longhair cat. I complained to my mom about how she bought the cat-forming bag instead of a bag we could actually eat, and then she admitted all the bags she got were cat-forming bags. So, we dumped a few bags out - some of them included such flavors as "red velvet" which created a white-and-velvet red striped cat, or "siamese" which obviously created a siamese cat. My sister decided to feed a red velvet bag to an already-formed brown-and-white "smore" cat, who changed colors to that of a red velvet cat upon finishing the bag. Excited at the thought of hybrid cats, she fed the cat half of a goldfish "colors" (that's actually a real thing unlike the others) bag, which made the fur on his back, tail, and top of his face turn into a messy neon rainbow. While we were all adoring the cats, suddenly my mom mentioned that I needed to find a partner. She didn't specify what she meant by partner, but I seemed to understand. I complained that I was not willing to take Mewtwo (who was now in the room, and looking a little bored) as a partner, and then she joked that I might as well just take the family cat (we don't have a family cat) as one instead. We looked around to see where said family cat was, and then we looked up at the ceiling to see a smoky brown cat laying down there. She wasn't upside-down or anything, so it was more like she was floating right below the ceiling, but we seemed to acknowledge that as being "on the ceiling". I said that the "ceiling men" must have taught her, and almost as if it was on cue, a "ceiling man" scrambled in, clinging to the ceiling upside-down. It looked like a lumpy, misshapen glob of flesh vaguely in the shape of a human head and torso, with ordinary human arms and legs where they roughly should be and a long sickly green tongue sticking out of the top of its "head". It made a sound that was like a cross between a yelp a dog makes if you step on its paws and a human scream, and everybody else in the room (including Mewtwo but not including the cats) just shared a laugh together. I'm pretty sure I heard a sitcom laugh track too. Then everything faded to black and I didn't have any more dreams until I woke up.