This would be my closet. It has been the catch all for shit that has no place since moving in over a month ago. Just knowing this clutter has been there has been bothering me, even though it has been hidden behind a door. So I have chosen to use tonight to try and tackle it.
"You Me At Six (which you may not like. They are more pop punk.)" i just now noticed this from the message haha. i like some pop punk lol. xD i have heard of that group but idk if i've actually heard them, it might have been a while. ;p btw, this is so unrelated haha but do you have nick carter's latest solo record? i only have one song from it so far but by the samples it sounds pretty good. :]
I just for some reason thought you were out of that pop punk phase because you are always listening and talking about the synthy stuff. My bad. haha.
Nope, I don’t have Nick’s solo album but I saw him perform on Lopez Tonight a few months back and swooooned! lol. I searched for it on it-leaked just now and the link was broken on it =/
The first one was odd. I was in Washington for some reason and running with two random girls to catch a bus. (When I lived there I felt like all I did every day was run to catch buses. Must of stuck with me.) We made it to the bus stop before the bus had gotten there, so I set my bags down in the covered part of the stop and sat on the bench. Well as I sat down I noticed that there was a mini person sitting on the ground. Not like a little person, but like a “Honey I Shrunk the Kids” mini person. Puzzled and curious I bent down and asked them what they were doing. She looked so sad and asked me very politely if she could come home with me. Without even giving it a thought I scooped her up in my hand just as the bus was arriving and we got on. The two other girls had vanished at this point, which I didn’t notice until waking up. So I get on the bus and put in 50 cents, which was the pay for persons 17 and under. I am no longer 17 and under, but thankfully they still thought I was. But the driver saw the mini girl in my hand and was all “You have to pay for her to.” Which pissed me off because HELLO she was no bigger than a pencil. If babies could ride free, surly a pencil girl could ride free. He just HAD to argue the point though and pushed me far enough that I eventually just threw all the change I had in my pocket in his face and went to find a seat. He then shouted after me that he would be calling my Mom. I laughed and said “Good luck with that.” At the moment it was amusing to me, but I didn’t actually know why yet.
So I get to my stop, which was these weird apartment complexes and got off the bus. It was of course raining. Gah, not even dream Seattle is lacking the damn rain! Anyways, the apartments. In my dream I could tell that it was the first time that I had been there. So I make sure that the mini girl was safe but instead of her being tiny and in my hand, she was now a normal sized like 4 year old and was holding my hand. Also didn’t dawn on me until after I woke up that there had been a change. The place looked somewhat sketchy. So much so that I made sure I squeezed the little girls hand a little tighter and pulled her closer to my side.
Everything sort of had that eerie grey tint to it that Seattle tends to have in a highly overcast day. We walked to the closest building to us, which was on our right and went into the door. It was one of those apartment complexes that you have to enter the main building to see the apartment doors. I guess that it is for extra security, but those to me has always annoyed me. I’ve lived in one once, and they just seemed claustrophobic. ANYWAYS we walked down a long hallway that had doors on both sides of us. I was looking for number 12. I was so worried that it would be upstairs. The little girl already looked tired enough as it was and I myself was highly exhausted for some reason. Luckily it was the last apartment on the right.
I knocked on the door and my sister Shauna answered. We greeted each other with big hugs and then she bent down to pick up the little girl, whose name was apparently Hadley since that is what my sister called her when she have her a hug. (Odd name. I read the first True Blood book yesterday though, so I assume my subconscious liked the name enough to put it in my dream.)
"Did you and your mommy find the new apartment alright?" she asked her. Hadley just smiled and nodded then wiggled to be put down. The moment she hit the floor she tore into the apartment like a typical four year old would. We laughed and followed her in.
When I walked inside it was the same apartment I remember my sister living in when I visited her a few years back in Florida. Didn’t even occur to me that it had been transplanted into Washington. The furniture were way different though. Very old. Not like… vintage.. but ugly old. Tattered. Probably found in a thrift store.. or maybe even behind a thrift store. Ignoring the decor, I sat down on one of the couches. I noticed that someone else was asleep on another of the couches. I couldn’t see who they were, but I could tell it was a guy because his build under the sheet was more manly than a woman was meant to look, and there were muddy work boots at the end of the couch. Probably her boyfriend. I didn’t even ask about it.
So we settled in and started talking. I have no idea now what most of the conversation was about but hen it turned to our Mother. I was telling Shauna how Mom had come by our house about a week ago to visit with us. Shauna looked at me like I was crazy and said “Honey, Mom has been dead for three years.” I just laughed and played it off like she was joking. Then she really got a look of concern on her face. I ignored it and yelled for Hadley to come to me because I had to get her a snack out of my bag. My sister then was all “Casey, who is Hadley?” At that point I started getting really pissed off at her. I very nastily said that she knew who Hadley was and that this game was no longer funny. I took major offense to her acting as if my daughter didn’t exist. I had not any point previously even thought of Hadley as my daughter, but at that moment she was and I was angry. She shook her head and then asked me if I had been taking my medication. Hadley then walked up to me and jumped on my lap. She was a cute kid. Only just then in the dream had I gotten a proper look at her. Definitely a mini me, but with really long dark brown hair that was curly. She smiled at me and took the thing of crackers from my hand. I asked my sister what medication she was talking about and she was all “for your… episodes.”
Just then I got the feeling that something was wrong. The light in the room dimmed like it does when a cloud goes in front of the sun for a few seconds. Hadley was no longer sitting on my lap, and the bag where I kept her belongings was gone to. I stood up in a panic thinking she must have hopped off my lap when I wasn’t looking and went outside with the bag. Shauna stood up to and asked me again if I had taken my medication. I was losing it. I just had to find Hadley. Finally Shauna got frustrated and grabbed me by my shoulders and shook me telling me that Hadley did not exist, I started crying and turned my head towards the sliding glass door that lead outside. It was blue skies and no longer raining. I went to ask Shauna what she was playing at, only to not see her anymore. She had disappeared. I was still in her apartment, but she was gone. The only other person in the room was the guy snoozing on the couch. For some reason though he really creeped me out now. His body had shifted into a weird contorted position under the sheet. It was unnerving. All I was thinking to myself was that I needed to get out of there. So I backed up towards the sliding door trying my hardest to make no noise. Slowly the sheet started coming off of the man on its own. No one was pulling it and he was not moving at all. Before I could properly see who was under it I ran for the door. I made it out and was running through the courtyard when I woke up.
The second one was less odd but still pretty weird. Shawnie, Stephanie, some random girl who I knew in the dream but can’t place now, and myself went to a Rejects show together. We were all super stoked because it had been years since we had been to one. We got there a little bit late because of traffic and missed the meet n greet. Annoying. So we had to wait in line with everyone else and pretty much had no chance at getting barrier since the line was super long. If anyone knows me, one of my biggest pet peves is waiting anywhere but the front of the line for a general admission show.
So we finally get inside and see the the floor was filled with people. We ended up standing on the right side and planned to push to barrier bit by bit between all the opening bands. The first opener was some Asian group. They were weird. Instead of playing instraments, they drummed with pens and pencils. I actually found myself getting into it for a second. Then they were gone and the floor and practically cleared. This was exciting so we ran for barrier and managed to score a good place right in front. The next act they announced as being the Plain White T’s. I was SO stoked! I didn’t even know they were playing. So I began freaking out only be be disappointed when a group of guys came out wearing whit T-shirts. They were just standing there. I was livid.
Next it was supposed to be the headliners. The Rejects. I felt that usual buzz in the air. Everyone was anticipating the moment the lights dimmed. The people who had left had now crowded around us. Then the music started. I didn’t recognize it so assumed it was a new song. Everyone screamed then everything got weird.
Instead of the Rejects being on stage, it turned into a fast food restaurant and everyone was putting in their orders. I was so mad and just said fuck it and headed to the doors to get out. I figured that my friends were right behind me so when I got outside I turned around to ask them what the fuck that was about but they weren’t there. So I found someone who had a cell phone so I could call Shawnie. The phone I borrowed was hilarious. It was big and red and had HUGE numbers. But of course this being one of MY dreams I couldn’t get the number right each time I tried to dial it. This happens in many of my dreams. In fact, I don’t think I have ever had one where I got through to who I needed to call. Usually its my Dad. So the lady I borrowed the phone from got frustrated and took it back and walked away.
So I stood out front for a little while and waited for my friends to come out. They didn’t. I headed towards the door to the venue and it was now a full on restaurant. A Chinese restaurant at that. So I peak through the windows and my friends were inside WORKING behind the counter. I went inside asking them what the fuck they were doing and this old Chinese lady comes out with a baby bottled filled with mashed potatoes that I was meant to feed someone with. Uh no thank you. I refused it and went to leave but there were no longer any doors in the place. I ran around searching for one only to find none. Then I woke up because I had to pee.