I really wished for a dream last night...
Jun. 24th, 2008 04:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
major_kerinaAnd boy did I get it...
Okay. It wasn't vividly memorable but I was able to get most of the details and reconstruct them.
Basically. The house was a wreck. It was our house but fictionalized and rearranged like the house often is in dreams of mine. Everything else was the same. But the house was wrecked in that there were...holes in the floor. Like in the way of "There was a hole here once...but it's gone now." Not a very nice situation. The bathroom and kitchen were especially trashed and Silent Hill-like ominous. And the especially bad part, the creature responsible for all this was eating the bottom of the fridge. The damn thing looked like a Muppet lobster, only absolutely dark and f-ing evil. It was using its claw to feast on some yellow crumbs and gnaw on the fridge.
There was clearly only one course of action. Run to Home Depot to buy a new fridge. We went there and saw our exterminator and he was a total douche. He treated it like it was our fault the "Cuthrucabra" was eating the "dimensions" in our house. We walked on and, at the corner, I yelled "GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT!!!" as loud as I possible could and kept walking. I kept venting about the fact that the damn thing was eating our floors and leaving those scary holes and no one wanted to help. We went around aimlessly looking for a fridge. And I kept asking and asking and people just kept providing only vague aid to us. One of them called me a "little girl" and offered me a "lolly". That just teared it then. I got back to the front of the store and I talked to a group of people that worked in the store. They kept giving me the runaround till one girl who looked very calm and friendly said, "This is a dream. If it frustrates you, then you can wake up." I felt confused, like "Why would she tell me this is a dream when it isn't?" but I decided to humor her and said, "I want all this to go away, please." She smiled and said, "Then wake up."
And I did.
Okay. It wasn't vividly memorable but I was able to get most of the details and reconstruct them.
Basically. The house was a wreck. It was our house but fictionalized and rearranged like the house often is in dreams of mine. Everything else was the same. But the house was wrecked in that there were...holes in the floor. Like in the way of "There was a hole here once...but it's gone now." Not a very nice situation. The bathroom and kitchen were especially trashed and Silent Hill-like ominous. And the especially bad part, the creature responsible for all this was eating the bottom of the fridge. The damn thing looked like a Muppet lobster, only absolutely dark and f-ing evil. It was using its claw to feast on some yellow crumbs and gnaw on the fridge.
There was clearly only one course of action. Run to Home Depot to buy a new fridge. We went there and saw our exterminator and he was a total douche. He treated it like it was our fault the "Cuthrucabra" was eating the "dimensions" in our house. We walked on and, at the corner, I yelled "GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING BULLSHIT!!!" as loud as I possible could and kept walking. I kept venting about the fact that the damn thing was eating our floors and leaving those scary holes and no one wanted to help. We went around aimlessly looking for a fridge. And I kept asking and asking and people just kept providing only vague aid to us. One of them called me a "little girl" and offered me a "lolly". That just teared it then. I got back to the front of the store and I talked to a group of people that worked in the store. They kept giving me the runaround till one girl who looked very calm and friendly said, "This is a dream. If it frustrates you, then you can wake up." I felt confused, like "Why would she tell me this is a dream when it isn't?" but I decided to humor her and said, "I want all this to go away, please." She smiled and said, "Then wake up."
And I did.
