The Strange Girl (and Her Dreams)

[imood mood at time of entry: weird]

From: PrvMnky Date Posted: 22 Dec 2003

you will get over him and may even realize you might be better off. Go back to school, change your major like you where thinking about if you want. Just don’t give up on life because the rug got tugged on that you where standing on. You can always count on friends to catch you.

{from the comments of MissOhMy on the Hamster entry}

I wanted to start today’s entry off with that quote because it exploded inside of me. Mostly triggered by the intense dream that I had this morning. I had a hard time pulling myself away from it, physically. I can usually wake myself up from inside of a dream. I felt like I was strongheld and pulled into the dream state by gripping hands with steeled fingers without a way out.

One of the dreams that did this to me was one of my me nearly dying. The other was a Nazis dream.

Dream # 1

I walked into a fancy hotel with two girlfriends (friends that are girls). One on each arm. Our glamourous heels clacked on the marble floor to the flash of our personal media storm. We were famously fabulous. We posed and were adored. Then we got on the elevator. I tried to press the Open Door button to make sure that one of my girlfriends got in and the door struggled against me and closed. She made it in some how without going through the door. One of my girlfriends (the one who made it in without going through the door) who I thought was so dear, disappeared. Then I tried pressing the buttons as a prank even though the floor 34 button had been pushed by an unseen hand. I pressed what I believed to be the 9 and 10 buttons. For some reason they were the 90 and 114 buttons. I have no idea why they were that close to each other. The 114 over the 90. All of the buttons were strange. No arrangement in any particular order and they definitely did not count from 1 to 114, which was the highest floor. The elevator excelorated to 90 and then went to 114 in a blink.

As the elevator reached 114 it began to drop. My stomach turned and I looked to my remaining girlfriend in desparation. She gave me a look of apology and fading out of my life too. I was alone and abandoned by my friends. I was going to die.

I started screaming for help. I had enough sense about me to press the Stop Elevator button. This helped briefly. The elevator zoomed right through it. I picked up the Emergency phone and screamed. I could see the guy that picked up the receiving end in my dream mind’s eye. The phone had been sitting in the Lobby downstairs that also had tables set up. After a lot of screaming (I screamed at him that I was going to die and that I wanted him to do something. He also knew my name. I hadn’t told him my name.) and being terrified, the elevator made it back down to the bottom. It slowed at about floor 5 or so. I landed gently and unharmed in the Lobby from where I started.

I would like to think that my friends would remain by me if trying events took place in my life. That comment about friends stickng by me just sort of did me in. I knew I had to write right then.

Also, the part about not needing the back-and-forth boyfriend-ish guy that is/was in MissOhMy’s life struck a heart cord too.

The other dream was sort of strange too.

Dream # 2

I was in this hotel room that was sort of like a home. Almost like a Penthouse Suite. I went in and out of the room as I would a regular bedroom at home even though I did have the wall of mirrors across from the bed. I laid on the bed and rolled around. I had a big remote that controlled the television, DVD player and VCR. I kept turning the station to see what was on. I also bounced between the DVD player and regular television at one point.

There were Nazis standing by the side of my bed where I lay rolling around looking all sexy and whatnot swinging my long weaved out hair trying hard to impress everyone. They wanted to grab hold of me and torture me. They wanted to put me in chains and make me and the rest of the Black people in America the next Holocaust victims. It was just too much.

This is the second dream that I have had about about a Nazi take over of sorts. In the last one I was on the inside. Hmmm. . .

Anyway, it’s hot in here and I can go to my Aunt Percious’ house and watch tv or something else equally entertaining like writing in my offline journal or writing letters to my penpal or playing with my brother Brandon, or reading a book or playing a video game. Lots of things really.

Hmmm. . . Strange dreams for a strange girl. . .

~Danielle