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06:43 pm: Oh man did I have a weird dream last night...

I was on a small skiff in very murky and choppy waters; we were on a canal headed toward the sea. On board was a small crew headed by a Haitian voodoo priest and several small children that looked as if the walked out of the Eleventh Hour. It was a vibrantly stormy day; the sky was a brilliant shade of blue that happens just before the storm and makes everything otherworldly and completely electric. The voodoo priest chanted incantations under his breath and the children danced wildly. I could hear a rhythmic and savage drumbeat (that turned out to be the priest's heart).

One of the children jumped suddenly in to the harsh torrents and began to swim toward a rickety fishing pier (which magically appeared out of nowhere as things often do in dreams). There were darkly sinister fishermen casting off the edge of the high wooden pier. Their skin looked like dead flesh; greenish-gray and withered and they wore dark wool overcoats with black wading boots (which really made no sense as they were quite a few feet above water and not likely to wade). It didn't appear as if they had eyes, although there were sockets; there was nothing to see but squinty, black holes where eyeballs should be.

At this point, I was a bit fearful for the little boy who jumped overboard; I looked over the edge trying to spot him in the water, but what I saw instead were enormous, silvery-black eels slithering underwater; tapping into the bottom of the boat. (I always had recurring nightmares about giant eels when I was a kid *shudder*) I caught sight of the boy who surprisingly, had made it half way between the boat and the pier in the rough waters. All I really remember about him is the bright red shorts he wore stood out just below the water's surface. I kept watching the red bob up and down, sinking under the current at times and then popping back up a short distance later. In my mind, if I focused on the red, I wouldn't think about the eels that were swimming underneath us.

The boy finally makes it to the pier and he begins pulling on the fishing lines causing some annoyance to the ghostly fisherman. He manages to pull one line completely out of the water, exposing what the fisherman use for bait. Writhing on the end of the hook was a cat. Dripping wet, its fur clung to its skin and its eyes burned red from the saltwater as the pupils rolled back into its head. (This cat must have only just been cast out, because as the boy pulled others to the surface, not all were as lively).

Right after this, I snapped awake realizing that it was time to get up. There must have been a power surge during the night because the clocks were flickering and the alarm never went off. I was a little later getting up than usual, but, I made it to work on time. Of course I was left with an uneasy feeling all morning...


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Date:February 15th, 2006 03:50 am (UTC)


My dream about helping Kiefer Sutherland save the world while in the middle of Home Depot at least makes a degree of sense, considering the fact that "24" was on just before bedtime. (This was the dream that I was having right before wakey-wakey time)

But, I can assure you that there were no cats in "24" last night... or voodoo priests.

It sounds a bit like you were watching "Angel Heart" on acid.

I'm much better at interpreting dreams that don't sound like Salvador Dali paintings.
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Date:February 15th, 2006 02:48 pm (UTC)
Thats weirder than my "Chuck Norris" dream I had awhile back...
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Date:February 18th, 2006 01:05 am (UTC)
Damn. I hate when songs get stuck in my head. Now, I'm thinking "CHUCK!" Ah-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh" (You know--just take out Flash...)

Date:February 18th, 2006 06:09 am (UTC)
He'll save every one of us!!!!Ah-Ahhhhhhhhhhh!
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Date:February 18th, 2006 06:10 am (UTC)
That was from me...forgot to log in...
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