Well ... I got the job at TGIFriday's. Starting tomorrow at 9:00 AM, I officially have my first steady job in over a year - and what a fun job that will be, too! Go me! Plus, I just took the final for Developmental Psych. I feel confident that I have an A in the class. Go me! Anyway ... the good news out of the way, time for some dreams. These dreams might appear choppy in some places ... and that might very well be because I can't remember what happens or some specific details. And it's times like that when I wish I had that Pensieve thing, like in Harry Potter, where I wish I could just pull out my memories and watch them over and over again until I get everything written down just right. Dream One: I'm in this dark room, alone. I feel as though I've been separated from security, but yet, I feel as though that security is just beyond the door. But against the wall in this room is a desk, with a computer on it. It's glowing, the only light in the room is coming from there ... and I go to it. The screen is blue and apparently, it's a link between whoever is normally in this room, and the person on the other end - because it's like this text messaging/instand messaging thing, talking with someone - exchanging information. I go to it; I type something - I don't know what it was, but I think it was something along the lines of "who are you?" I don't remember what was said the next few minutes, chatting with this person on the other end - but I know that it was a man with blond hair for some reason. And he starts to become obsessed with me. He wanted to come there, to meet me. I tell him no. But that doesn't stop him. He wants me - he wants me so badly. I don't know what he wants from me - my power, my life, I don't know ... but it scares me. Soon I had a stalker, and I felt as though someone was watching me. I feel as though I have to get out of there. So I do, I run out of the room. I'm being chased. I run into this car - I start it up ... and I just start driving - and this person is right on my tail. I try to shake him by taking all of these alternate routes and streets around buildings and whatnot - but I just can't get rid of him. That's all I remember. Dream Two: This dream was strange. I've been taken in by this family - harbored, I think ... for safety, temporarily. The mother is a small, skinny, pretty, long-haired blonde woman. And there is a little boy there, maybe 12 years old. A little husky, has dark-brown hair in a Beatles-haircut type of do. This family was big, four or five, but those are the only two I remember clearly. And there is another woman there. Tall, skinny, with a pointy face ... reminds me of that woman from the one Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen movie - It Takes Two, you know? The blond, skinny bitch ... who always gets cast as a blond skinny bitch? Jane Sibbett, I think her name is. She's been on Friends a few times, I think ... The woman in the dream looks just like her. And it's kind of like a Hand that Rocks the Cradle kind of thing - because the family is just oblivious. She's evil. She wants to cause them nothing but suffering - but they're all completely oblivious to this woman. She's trying to destroy this family. And there's something wrong with the boy - well, not really wrong with him, he just can't hear certain words, or see certain images for some reason. But this woman is filming them - you know, like a homevideo thing - and they're going to view it in their family room ... but she kept saying, over and over in the video, and none of the others realized except me, one of the words that the boy couldn't hear. It was a name. "Neve." I don't know what significance this name has to the boy, but I know that it's one of the words that he can't hear - and she's about to show the video to the entire family - and the boy's going to hear it. She starts it, and I finally run to the mother and tell her that we can't let the boy watch it, because the woman says "Neve" - But it's too late and the boy hears it, and I look at him - and he just stands there, with his head down, and his hands in fists ... I can't tell if he's angry or depressed - or what sort of reaction, really that this is. But I wake up from this dream before I find out. Last Dream: I'm on this roof ... it's cloudy out, and it's night, but it's not very dark. The building I'm on ... is very tall. VERY VERY TALL - like skyscraper tall ... and for a moment, I forget why I'm up there, I know that Niveus is waiting for me somewhere - probably inside ... but I don't really know why I'm on the roof? But then I see ... The boy, from the earlier dream, he's standing on the edge, about to jump. And he does. And ... stupid me ... I jump after him. And I do catch him; I wrap my arms around him tightly - and suddenly he realizes what's happened, and he starts apologizing, and says that he wishes that he could be happy, but he can't - and now, that it's his fault that both of us are falling to our deaths. I just stare at him - and raise one of my hands to stroke his hair ... as we keep falling ... and then I wraps both arms around him, even tighter than before ... And suddenly - and painfully - there's a ripping in my back. Like spears from the front going all the way to the back ... wide, painful blades ... four of them. My shirt falls off, ripped off. And everything's heavy and dark - and it's oh so so painful ... and suddenly, we're not falling anymore. We're gliding ... through the air ... and we fly over all of these buildings. It's beautiful - and I might enjoy it more were I not in pain. And I know that I'm being followed, but not chased - because it's someone I know, and trust ... I feel like I'm being followed. We land in this park area, among some trees, and I just let the boy go ... and a second later, I just fall to the ground. Shaking. Cold. Weak. And I know what the pain in my back was ... it was wings. Four black wings. Huge things that somehow came out of me. This is not the first time they've come out ... and I often would rather keep them in. But I'm just so cold, and I'm in so much pain that I feel as though I'm suffocating. And the boy, he grabs my shoulders, he wants me to stay awake. He keeps shouting "Larc! Larc!" over and over at me. Then Cris is there. I don't know where he came from, but he's there. And at first he doesn't do anything, he just stands there and stares at me. Then he steals this blanket from someone in the park and puts it over me. He's saying something, but my head is buzzing ... I can't hear anything. I can't even hear the boy screaming my name anymore. My eyes feel heavy, but as I try to lift my head to look up at Cris - But the next thing I know, I'm laying on this bed in a hotel room ... and it has that soft yellow hotel room glow from the lamp next to the bed. And Cris is sitting at the table in front of the window. I'm on my stomach, under the covers. And my wings ... they're still there - so I try to cover them completely with the blankets. And he hears me moving, so he looks ... and stares at me again ... and I stare back for a minute. Then I try to cover myself again and he stands up. I don't know what I'm feeling - afraid ... ashamed? I pull the covers up over my head and repeat over and over "Don't look at me. Don't look at me." But I feel him grab on to the corner of the covers, like he's going to pull them off of me. But then I wake up. And that's it. That's all I'm writing. Blessed be. You are Jhonen. You create all this fucked up shit.
Which Jhonen Vaquez character are you? By EmReznor.