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Log #21

Posted on by violeteye in Dream Logs

i was a vampire, running away from my flock for reasons i now can’t remember. i flew and flew above the city’s streets and highways, alarming people along the way. the strange thing was, they frightened me too and i didn’t think i wanted even a drop of their blood. i attempted to fly higher but failed. i wasn’t sure whether it was because of the wind or vampires were never built to fly above a certain altitude.

not long after, i was flying above a small avenue. i tried to hide in a tree but i always slipped and made myself exposed to the passersby below. to protect myself, i put on a threatening face and i could see as well as feel the fear in their faces, even under the helmets of motorcyclists.

while i was struggling with the stupid tree, i saw a military truck drove by on my side of the street. sitting on the back was a handsome officer who could pass for a movie star and he smiled at me. i was so amazed – there was this human being who wasn’t scared of me and i wasn’t scared of him either. i felt almost in love.

i don’t remember what happened next. all i know i was in my room, tears on my face, holding on to the door to defend it from the attack of my fellow vampires. i was losing for its bolts had been disengaged and i could see archaic hands reaching from behind the trembling door.

i jumped again to a different scene. this time i was running on a pedestrian walk with a boy. i think he looked like M but i remember his face kept changing. we carried duffel bags and at some point we dropped the bags and ran without them. but only after a few steps, we fell over on the pavement.

my friend pointed out to me a sign on the shop in front of us that said “scratch to model”, which meant if you wanted to work as a model you have to scratch several panels on the door, which looked like those things you need to scratch on your mobile phone vouchers.  i remembered thinking i needed the money badly so i stood up and began scratching.

then we saw people searching our bags. i stopped scratching and we ran quickly to stop them. i saw my friend’s bag was already empty.

the next thing i knew i was either having sex or had just had sex with my boyfriend. as it is in all my dreams so far, sex is never graphic.

Log #18

Posted on by violeteye in Dream Logs

i was having a vacation in a luxurious resort in papua (although i’ve never been to that part of the country in real life and the resort seemed more like those in bali). there were so many people, mostly families and lots of them were bules. i remember seeing somebody swimming on a horse’s back in the beach.

everything was beautiful except for the bathroom. it was shared, connected to two different rooms but had three doors. the doors were decaying and they were very difficult to close.

i think i was telling a story about the very place to another guest, whose face i cannot recall. it was about a man and a woman, both had been guests in the resort long before i came there, and they fell in love with each other. i remembered telling my listener that the man pursued the woman in very romantic ways.

Log #4

Posted on by violeteye in Dream Logs

i was in quite a spacious room, busy with my laptop. it could be any of all the rooms i had seen before. a queen bed divided the rectangular room and, just like in hotel rooms, a tv set stood exactly opposite the bed. the bathroom was at the far right corner. the entrance door was on my left, opened. the room had a medium-sized window by the door. i don’t remember whether the curtain was drawn or not.

the next thing i knew i was outside, standing in the terrace, panicking. i just got back from somewhere and it seemed like somebody had broken into the room from the ventilation. my friend D was there to help me observe the place. he said, ”it was a witch doctor who came here.” i was so shocked my eyes almost popped out.

then, i went to a church.