Category: Sleep

I was making three bowls of icecream for myself to eat while watching a bruce campbell movie. One of the ice ceams was Slimer flavoured, and was a large grey loaf. Just as I finesh making them all, my alarm went off.

I have no clue what it has to do with anything else, but I’ve had Eddie Murphy’s reggae song “Kill the White People” stuck in my head all morning, ever since I woke up.

I took some photos back to be redeveloped at Walmart yesterday, because it looks like the enlarger had dust all over it.

In my dream, it turned out that the dust was stuck to the film. I was told it wasn’t their fault and that it was actually my camera or my film. I got in a huge argument with the girl at the lab, telling her I’ve worked in a lab, explaining to her how film works, pointing out that their area is dusty as hell and that they could indeed fix it with a lot of work. They refused and I had to rewet & clean the film myself to remove the dust. Danielle and I made a huge fit about it after I cleaned off only one or two strips of cut film.

Not sure where I was, although it seemed like the BBB office. Karle & Nikki were both there, which was awesome just hanging out. I remember making a few jokes in front of some people that surprisingly had heart attacks. Don’t remember much else.

I was out in the woods riding a cardboard toube around a big circle of grass next to a pond. There were meusk turtles there that I sometimes was able to avoid, sometimes went over without harming I think. Dirty was there, but I think I was also wwapping dogs arund like in paper mario.

I was reading some giant book in the car while my father, who was an orld chinese man, went into a restaurant to get some food. Before leaving the car, he put a black cloth over his head, and made part of it into a little topknot looking thing. When he came back he knew I had been posessed, even though I was hiding behind the book.

We went to a camping ground and were eating. The noises in the woods alarmed him until he realized that the slimy leaves that were walking around were friendly. We later saw a bunch of roots loking around for food, and tried getting away. Two pick-up trucks were speeding out, and we flagged them down to help us. One truck got entangled by the roots and was eaten. The other truck started driving ofof before we got to it, but we managed to grab on.

Later on, we went back and met up with some other campers. One of the groundskeepers noticed the roots were back and had us all hide in a trench far away. We tried lighting soem water on fire, but I could’nt get any sticks to stay lit. Someone went up to the roots and tried to fight them, sayinhg he wasn’t afraid. When the woods opened up with a bright light and two hands garbbed him by the neck and pulled him in, he said he changed his mind. The groundskeeper and I decided to walk around the area and find out what was going on. There were a bunch of mayan designs sketched noto the walls, and we found one that was a hidden doorway that said ‘bedroom’ on it. We went in and it was just a maze. We accoasionally heard footsteps as we snuck around, but only encountered some young girl that wouldn’t speak. I had visions of a man walking up to a woman with arms like an octopus, but made of roots. He hugged her and then she wrapped him in roots and suffocated him.