Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 2/20/2019
By Fitful
I was excited and nervous. I was going to call Laura at 6am. Or maybe it was 5:59. I was going to ask her something. ~ I was me in a crowded subway but my hair had changed. It was now short and textured like black hair. I didn't know how to take care of it and, remembering I had been struggling with dandruff, self consciously I went into a restroom and washed my hair in the sink leaving it wet. I thought maybe it would dry as it was supposed to look. People in the crowd saw me washing my hair, the sink was out in the open. ~ I was telling a group of Werewolf children about a couple of Doctors. Dr Protocol was a superhero and I was trying to tell them something important, or maybe glean important information. ~ I'm part of a group. I was somewhere, in a hospital or something, which processed me I to this house. It was like a halfway house, I wouldn't get to stay. I realized quickly on I didn't have anywhere to go after here. I would be homeless. I'm not sure what happened to my apartment, or how I had ended up without it, but I think I had a mental breakdown and spent some time in a pscyh ward. But the people in this group had their won plans, plans they talked about often, and quickly won many to their side. A plan to start a new life, a new organization, one which thumbed their noses to authority. I was so angry I agreed with them, and suddenly losing my morals didn't seem bad at all. I was ready to steal and kill. I was ready to give up all my stuff for a while. So I began to. I joined them and began to pack up all my stuff, and other people's stuff. We had all the collective belongings of everyone in the group. It was a lot to pack. I was very Gung ho about it. But as I managed to get it all done, even going so far as to give them my money for cataloging, I began to get more and more scared. I had to give up my bunny for a year, until I was ready to have him, to give him a home. It hurt the most. It scared me the most. Then I kept trying to get together all my belongings I wanted to keep, but everything had been catalogued with its own smiliar items. I looked for my computer, because I needed internet and entertainment. I looked for my clothes, I needed my black Gothic clothes they were part of my identity. I looked for my money. But everything was so packed up, and I didn't even have a backpack to put it all in so I could go my own way. While this all was happening there was an ocean and it grew as more and more people joined this group. The ocean reflected below what their congregating was on land. Also, people began changing, some grew darker, some caught this evil darkness edge to them. There was rumors of lucifer worshipers and symbols being painted. I thought throughout the dream that that's not what lucifer symbolized, he was actually good, but these people felt evil, well the movement did. Like a vein of black oil running through the organization. And key members began to act squirrely. A female I had known from the beginning began to dodge and shift focus whenever I asked for my things. The Klingon, one modeled after the DS9 incarnation of Klingons, began to talk of his inspiration for becoming a warrior and I had a sneaking suspicion he had done something morally wrong which led him here. I felt upset as Klingons were honorable first and foremost. Finally the building had moved all the stuff into storage. Someone told me I could take whatever of my stuff signaled my identity but I was confused as my entire black wardrobe did, but was much to large to fit into a single backpack. Then some dude, who I had confided my worries about my bunny in, I caught him yammering on about how I couldn't hack it having a bunny and gave him away after a year. I was so mad. There was food everywhere. I checked to see what was began but it was hard to tell, it was laid out like a buffet at a restaurant. Crystal, a girl I knew, tried to talk me into eating a smores candy bard which was huge easily the size of a formal dictionary. I refused it as I didn't have any money to pay yet. I went to find my money. But I ended up handing them more money instead and it took a moment to realize they had digitalized my money, and logged what was mine. They had their own bank. And I now had credit, anything I wanted I could buy, it did tmatter what I had put in, now I was on their side it was all acceptable to support the cause. Whatever I wanted I could have. I was mad though, still. I wanted my stuff. I wanted to buy a backpack and leave finally. And I wanted my bunny back. But I arranged with someone down the street who owned a restaurant to keep him for a year and I'd be back to get him then. It hurt but it'd safer, I was going to be meandering around with a backpack, that wasn't safe for a bunny. Finally at the end of the dream I marched to take my place at the beginning of the crowd facing the growing ocean. I was among the first to join so I was right near the front to the right. It was a dark ocean but also light, and the depths could be felt standing on its shore. I was, we were, connected to its darkness. It's abyss. Later, much later, the organization had molten lava as an entity over take it but I reached deep and found the darkness and cold and estinguished it.