Two in One

2011-10-18

I had a few different dreams last night. Well really, there were only two; one was long enough and changed tone to such an extent that I'd almost prefer to think of it as two separate dreams, however.

The first was simple enough. I was standing at the top of the stairs leading from ground level, in front of the closet. The only people present were myself and two women, both similar-looking with fair skin and black hair. Early twenties at most, maybe even late teens. The only real distinguishing characteristic between the two, really, were their personalities: one was bitchy, the other was kind of sweet.

Basically, I was in a position of power and also sort of evil. A dictator almost, I guess, although why I'd be a dictator and just standing in the house I live in now is beyond me. I wanted to make the sweet one mine, but she seemed hesitant to succumb to my whims. Since I didn't want to hurt her (I had plans), I decided to make an example of her sister - the bitchy one - instead. I knew she'd do something 'dumb,' so I grabbed her.

Once I had her in my grasp, I turned her away from me, her back pressed up against my chest. I ran the fingers of my right hand up along the side of her neck and through her hair, clutching a fistful of it to establish an iron grip on her head with which I could manipulate her easily. I leaned my face over her left shoulder and toward her lips, closing my eyes and going in for a kiss. She was trying to resist, but couldn't since I controlled the movement of her head with no difficulty.

I could feel the warmth of her lips, how soft and wet they were, the moisture in her breath which was coming in rapid, panicked gasps. I tried to get a solid, full-on kiss out of her, but she was making things difficult and contorting her face into weird positions in an attempt to thwart my kissing. I could only really get a good grasp on her bottom lip, which was frustrating.

Pretty soon though, I was gaining ground and we both knew it. This was unacceptable to her, and she attempted to bite my tongue. I was somehow too quick, and decided at last to withdraw my face from hers at this latest development. This was, after all, the moment I'd been waiting for. It was when I got to show her sister how vicious I could be to those who didn't obey.

I turned her head away from mine until I was staring at the back of her neck. In my left hand, suddenly, was a dagger that I brought to the front of her neck and drew across to the left, slitting her throat. I could feel her flesh, malleable beneath the blade and hot with the blood pouring from her new wound. I grabbed the back of her head with my left hand, pushing her downward and forward violently like I meant to rape her from behind, though that's not quite what happened. In my right hand was now a stiletto, small and gleaming in the dim light. I took this weapon and stabbed her repeated in her back while she was bent over, piercing through to her lungs and, quite likely, heart as well.

I was really getting into the violence of it, having all but forgotten about her sister, and just kept stabbing and stabbing. All of a sudden, she disappeared and I was holding a rubber chicken in my left hand and pretending to stab it with my right, in effect just... punching a rubber chicken that I held in the air. My mom was there too, giving me a strange look as she asked, "What the hell are you doing?" I couldn't think of a way to answer her.


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The second/third dream was a bit later. I don't remember the specifics of it anymore (I did earlier, but you know how it is with dreams and... forgetting them almost instantly), but I do recall that most of it was spent trying to fit in with a group of people that were all in their sixties and seventies, if not older. One or two of them were WW2 vets. We would drive to family diners located typically outside of city limits (to avoid the crowds) and gather to chat about things.

I had managed to make friends with a good number of them somehow. I recall that I had some type of skill that a lot of them found impressive, though I can't remember what it was. Most of the dream was just me bullshitting with these people, but things did get interesting at one point when we decided to meet at a certain restaurant next week. That's not the interesting part. The interesting part is how, on the way to the restaurant, I somehow lost all of my clothes and was bare-ass naked. Since a lot of my 'fitting in' was through dressing properly (in the dream, I remember I kept saying "I gotta dress sharp!"), this was a problem. I couldn't show up in the shit I wear in real life, let alone naked. This is one of the few dreams where I was exactly like I am in reality; fat, hairy, small dick, you name it. I found some kleenex in the 'change tray' or whatever it's called in the car, and balled it up over and around my junk to hide my shame as I went hunting for clothes.

I don't know why, but at some point I came across a halfway house / prison and thought to myself, "You know, this is probably my best bet for finding something sharp to dress in. Gotta dress sharp!" And even more nonsensically, I was right. I entered the building, waltzed past security in all my nuditude, and entered the bathroom like no big deal. After all, in every movie or sitcom where someone needs to change clothes, that's where they do it, right? They wait in the bathroom and beat up the first dude that comes along. That was my genius plan as well: to stand, naked and primed, in the center of a men's room at a halfway house waiting for the first dude to come along.

Unfortunately, there were already tons of guys in the bathroom. It was a giant bathroom actually, sort of more like a high-school locker room than bathroom. It was larger though, and had a lot of steel cubicle walls and pipes running all over the place. It looked like something out of an eighties action movie. Most of the people in the room were naked or in other various states of undress, since I guess it was... shower time? I dunno. I did find two fellows, though, who were dressed quite snazzy in tuxedos. They were talking to each other away from the crowd, and I knew I had to move. I walked up to the first guy, the larger of the two who was distracted by his friend, and grabbed him around the neck from behind. His friend sprung into action, and turned into a steak knife. Yeah. I grabbed the knife - just in case - and started dragging my new, well-dressed friend to an even more remote corner of the bathroom to murder him in. Oh, by the way, that was my new plan.

I got him to a secluded section of the giant restroom and began my work. I couldn't use the blade since I didn't want to ruin the clothes, so I pretty much just started strangling him with the arm that was wrapped around his neck. Well, I was using both arms since he was struggling, but you know what I mean. Unfortunately, I guess this isn't a particularly effective way to strangle a man since he was taking FUCKING FOREVER to pass out. I was there for five minutes before he started showing any signs of fatigue at all.

Luckily for me, my friend Matt walked into the bathroom (I guess he knew what was going on, somehow) to lend me a hand. He grabbed me from behind in sort of a bear-hug and lifted me up, shouting, "UUUUUSE ME, SNAKE! UUUUUUSE MEEEEEE!" It was supposed to be a Metal Gear Solid joke, but I'm fairly sure nothing like that was in any of the games.

This didn't help much, though. The only difference I could see was that there was now a 'strangle meter' in the bottom of my vision, like a video game. I guess that's better than nothing. I continued strangling the unfortunate stranger for some time longer, both of my arms having long since gone numb. Eventually he went limp, but I continued strangling for an extra five or six minutes just to make sure.

When we were done, Matt left the bathroom laughing and I went to work stripping the man and taking his clothes. They didn't really fit me, but it was better than being naked. His friend had also turned back into human form, and was also dead now. Don't ask me why. On his person was a pretty kickass knife in a shoulder holster, which I took for myself with no hesitation. I removed his clothes as well, in an attempt to hide both of their corpses under a makeshift blanket of tuxedo. It didn't work, but it was good enough and I left.

On my way out, I ran into one of my elderly friends who I was going to meet. I was so goddamn embarrassed, but he was good-natured about the situation and told me he'd meet me with everyone else at the diner. He mentioned that Matt had filled him in. On my way out, I asked if he knew why Matt was laughing so hard, and he responded that he figured it was because I immediately resorted to murder instead of asking someone for $20. Meh.