I'm standing in what was my childhood backyard / driveway and I seem to be high in the sky like the Super Mario level, on a sort of extended leaf-petal. There are a few cars sitting there, and I seem to be alone. I'm attempting to drive one of the cars, apparently trying to go somewhere, but I can't seem to figure out how. I get a phone call and start running towards an undefined location. I look down at the phone and it is garbled, but that is because I changed the name of one of my friends to that garbled name in an early dream (I had a dream about this friends last night as well, though I haven't talked to him or anything in weeks). I begin to be fearful of this friend's calling me, and continue running until I arrive at a house. The house looks like one I rode past today. The front door is open and there are outlines of bodies moving around inside, maybe some faint voices, but it is too dark inside to make out anything specific. The front of the house is like a porch or a green-house. I knock on the door; for what? I don't know. I turn around and see something on the ground. It appears to be two dead animals, maybe moles, but larger. Frightened, I jump over the dead animals and there it is: two cats, rotting and festering flesh drips from the hides of the cats, and they are covered in fleas and ticks. There are distinctly two cats: one black, which simply stays put. The grey one, however, senses the utter horror in me, and starts to stir, resulting in the falling-off of his rotten flesh. The cats are seemingly stuck in a small man-made hole; something for a garden. I sense instantly that though the rotting cats are stuck for now, they can spring out of the hole at any second. I begin to run. I run to the right, seemingly mired in a swampy ground that barely allows me to move. I turn around and regret it immediately: the cat, leaping out of the hole, staring me dead in the eyes with its own yellow eyes, says in the clearest English, the halting command that reverberates throughout my universe: "Stop!" This wasn't simply a command: it was the declaration that that cat was the Devil, that I was trapped in the depths of Hell, and that at any second he could devour my entire being... and indeed, just had.
I woke up because I started hyperventilating at this point and nearly had my second panic attack (ever). I've been having very vivid dreams lately (I am taking veramyst nose spray, clarinex, and an antibiotic for an infection... I don't know if the combination of these three are causing the dreams?).
I'm just realizing now that the dreams are, and always have been, about me attempting to escape from a seemingly unseen negative force, but not being able to move. Usually it is me running around my childhood house, in circles, with some sort of boogy-man chasing me down. He almost always gets me, because I can't move fast enough-- I'm stuck in some ground.
Last night's dream was also bizarre and involved that same friend mentioned above. I was in the subway's of NY, and I had apparently attracted an attractive black girl. We were together, got on the train, then zoomed instantly to some couch in a secluded space of the subway. The only thing in my consciousness at that point was that I started kissing this black girl: it felt insanely real. We made out for a few moments, then I started feeling her leg. It was sort of hairy, but I wrote it off as being some 'natural' movement. Then my friend showed up with some unidentified friends, and he started giving me these vibes of 'why are you with a black girl?' I instantly felt embarrassed for hooking up with a black girl. I left my friend and went back to her, and this time it was in a bed. She wanted to fuck, but I told her I had to leave and couldn't see her anymore. I left before she could argue. Then I woke up.
Totally off-the-wall dream that didn't arouse any emotions in me during the dream. I woke up and felt sort of sad about the actions of my friend, not being able to rationalize that the things he did were only in the dream. The way he acted would be something he'd do in real-life, making the dream all the more revelatory.
It is 5:09 am, and there is no way I can go back to sleep after that cat nightmare.
time to go dream some more.
