Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 10/2/2016
By porkhole
At one point was def in my house but in a different "timeline." The kitchen roof had leaked again... Everywhere, even into the double wide kitchen sick which is not the case in reality. There was even a man that I didn't recognize that left Ian's room. It was at this point I said something out loud about this not being my time line. Went outside in on socks but it was super muddy. Also, the sun was in a position I had never seen it before. Super bright and high contrasted. I think this was in reference to the episode of Stranger Things I had seen last night. I apparently had three cats. Jackson, Ollie, and a third I can't remember. It was almost as if I were playing DND and the dream DM was like, "nope, the third cat totally makes sense to your character," but doesn't tell you why. I was overwhelmed with this sense of missing Ollie cuz I thought hadnt seen her in so long. She was just as skinny as I remembered. Jackson also kept fucking with her as animals often do I kept trying to intervene. Dream kinda cuts to xhav and I on a corner. Xhav's looks for more masculine and Latino. Almost like Henry from work. We hear some crazy party across the street even though it is only afternoon. At some point the people hosting said party are standing on the corner with us even taking up seats on the sidewalk with chairs. Very Ave rat seeming. Soon, it seems that xhav is going to be putting on some sort of puppet show with cucci with these really tacky figurines they made. It somehow seems like some sort of shitty live MTV show at this point. it's all the crusties partying around us in wait. At some point I am in a bathroom trying to put on makeup but I can tell I am doing it badly. I'm also not using a mirror. I only attempt mascara. I ended up back at "party" to see the makeup I put on was light pink mascara and it some how reminds me of foreskin. I can't remember a lot after this point. I don't think they do the performance. But, at one point i end up in either my back yard or one very similar where I realize that I only have one cat and the Ollie had died. I remember my mom speculating on how she had escaped outside so she could die on her own. I start contemplating this and start to feel very strongly about how personal and mysterious this is as no one would now exactly how Ollies death would have occured. Painful, hidden away... Etc. The emotionally charge stayed with me even until I awoke.