Author: Cee

Not so much a dream. But I worke up thinking I was dead.

Before the dream, there was this: I was laying down on Casey’s mountain, and while I was still awake, a cold, heavy feeling crawled up my body and sat on my head and shoulder, and made strange noises in my ear for probably 30 seconds to a minute. It felt just like when Casey would crawl up on me, only really cold. The noises were quiet and I can’t really describe how they sounded. My eyes were closed when this happened and I kept them closed and tried not to shiver because I wanted the feeling to last as long as possible.

Now the dream. Casey came back like she was able to say goodbye for afew minutes. I rubbed and played with her- I could even smell her. I threw her toy into the hallway, but not far. I didn’t want her to go out of my sight. The folding door to the kitchen was not against the wall, and she ran behind that and was gone. I ran to look in the back yard, and she was hopping around- it looked like the terror dog in Ghostbusters, the way she moved. Then she hopped into a treebranch. I could still make out her face in the end of the branch.

I don’t remember much, considering how detailed a dream it was- just remember the end of it before I woke up.

I was with 3 other men. We were a cross between the monolpoly guy and old explorers. It was either November, or a bit before. It was getting cold, and we were trying to predict how areas would be in the snow. We found some flat land next to the water that one of the men and I started sliding on the icy surface. The other two men started walking along the edge of where we were, and the water. Someone mentioned that Jerry Lewis was taking drugs, and now looked like a married man. I noticed that there were two trees on each enf of what I was sliding on, arms reach apart, and started sliding towards them, grabbing them, flipping over, and slingshotting myself to the other. Regardless of it not being possible.

JoAnn had come over to wake me up so that I could paint the house. It was snowing out, though, so I wasn’t able to paint anyways. She didn’t have much reason for still coming over to wake me.

I was on the way to the beach from the Justins fathers cape house. We walked through an Aztek ruin that I tried taking a picture of. When I tried getting a good exposure in the dim light, there was a voice over an intercom to not take pictures, and then a flash of a camera went off to try and take a picture of me. I grabbed my stuff and ran out the front door.

I’m hoping the second half of the dream comes to me sometime soon.