dream journal – The Paradox Machine

I would like to sincerely thank my brain from the depths of my soul for letting me dream about Maxine Gray being my surrogate mom and rescuing her from an abusive father who knocked her out and left her to drown in the complex swimming pool instead of..you know…the nasty surprise I found on my bookshelf last night.

theparadoxmachine:

Me @my brain last night: What. The. Hell. Was. That?!?!?!

Ok buckle in because this shit was weird even for me.

First of all there was this evil sorceress named Demelza. And she decided to take over and possess Rasputin. Yes. That Rasputin. Only he was a marionette.

Then Lord Zedd showed up. Or maybe he and Raspumelza were the same person? And he was growing all the Power Rangers monsters using the purple ooze Ivan Ooze had from the first movie. And he was making the ooze in my bathroom and growing the monsters by pouring it onto my bedroom floor. Like my actual floor in my actual apartment. Which are genuine hardwood so i was genuinely worried they were going to stain my floor and ruin my deposit.

Then Sherlock Holmes showed up and he had blond curly hair and he was a warrior king? And his lady assistant (a wife maybe idk?) Stripped him and put him in armor but then he ripped his helmet off and broke it with his bare hands.

Also literally everyone was puppets. Literally everyone was a puppet.

What the hell was that?

So I had another unsettling dream last night.

I had this boyfriend who was this rich older guy (so…I had a sugar daddy in the dream I guess?) And he had this submarine and we were going to go underwater and explore. Cool right? But we were in the arctic so it was cold. And he took us down kind of fast at a steep angle and in the dream I could feel it. It was also super dark. Like 3 seconds underwater we’re in the depths.

So I’m immediately regretting my decision to go.

And the sub has a light on it and he’s shining it around and like, the entire time I’m terrified of like…a real life jumpscare. Like he’s doing to turn that light around and suddenly a fucking megalodon will be there ready to eat us.

That never happened but the anxiety was killing me.

Then we start seeing critters. And they’re all translucent white. We look down and there’s these massive squids. I don’t know if they were giant squids but they were freaking huge. They were white and floating beneath us about a few feet apart from each other. All told there were at least a dozen. And they were napping. Idk how or if squids sleep but they were napping. In a group together, like a squiddy cuddle pile. Which is kind of cute I guess but it looked creepy af. And my stupid ass looks down at them and goes “Oh look! Sheep!”

Dream Me is a moron apparently. Even Sugar Daddy side-eyed me.

Idk something about it was super creepy but I don’t know why. Like a liminal space manifested inside my brain. It didn’t help that Arthur startled me awake doing his Mufasa bark at someone or something in the wee hours of the morning.

I woke up this morning genuinely afraid I was going to be fired for something I did in a dream last night.

I finally got fed up with my coworker and told him to go fuck himself and flipped him off.

Tbh I shouldn’t have been afraid anyway because I wouldn’t be the first.

I was having this Crimson Peak themed nightmare that was super gorey and bloody then suddenly Stefan Karl appeared and he was wearing jeans and a purple sweater over a grey button down and he just looked so lovely and good and idk that was nice and it’s carrying me through today.

I had this really vivid dream last night that was set in this futuristic facility. It had wide open spaces and labs, like if Fringe took place in the Star Wars universe. There was this young boy (I think. It was a child anyway) who the facility had either created in a lab, was performing experiments on, or both. There was an older man who was helping him evade the authorities after he escaped. Then something happened to him and suddenly I was an active player in the dream.

I think I was a bit older than I am now, late 30s maybe. I came across the guy in charge who was trying to get the boy back. He was a lot like the bad guy in the Shape of Water only kind of uglier. I shot him a couple times. What I now realize was a bit odd given the setting, is that our guns had real bullets.

He got in a torso shot on me. I knew others were coming and like, I knew it was a wound I wasn’t likely to survive but I also suddenly sort of knew I was in a Story and I was thinking “oh OK so this is my character arc. I’m going to get this boy to safety but die in the process. Well. Okay. At least I get a good death scene.”

Note, I wasn’t an actor in a movie. Like if a character in a novel or a movie suddenly realized they were a character in a story. Like if Sirius Black was falling through the arch and suddenly realized he was about to bite it for Harry’s character development and was like

I had the weirdest dream last night and I am so sad about it.

To understand this dream we have to talk about tortoises. I have been wanting one for years now but I haven’t been in able to afford one plus they don’t travel internationally well and I have long considered trying to live abroad. One day though. The problem with tortoises is they live so long and a lot of people get them as babies that a lot of tortoises outlive their owners. (I want to try rescuing one.) This is all relevant to the dream.

So i went to this thriftstore and in the front by the entrance they had shelves that had a bunch of tortoises on them. They were old too and about a food and a half long. They had no food or water or lights. They just sat on these shelves. They didn’t even have tanks.

And each of the turtles had their shells painted and decorated – which I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to do that – but they were painted and had decor on them that said things like 101st Bombing Unit or TANK SQUADRON.

And i recognized these as WWII era insignias.

So basically what had happened was people who served in WWII had these turtles as their companions, like service dogs only turtles, but then they passed away and their relatives just dumped the turtles at the thrift store.

These turtles served their country and were just tossed out like old clothes. It was so sad. I was planning on going back and adopting one, and I’d figure it out and take care of it, but then I woke up.

Or did I?!

Nope I woke up into another dream. My mom was there – and she was in the first dream – so I asked her, hey did you dream about turtles last night. And sure enough, she had. We had a shared dream within a dream. It was so weird. Weird and sad.