Satanists and Bacon

My dream began as a friend and I were walking along a wooded path that exists in real life near to where I live and like to spend time with friends. As we were walking along, we came upon a strange man. We greeted him in the friendly manner most people reserve for strangers whom they aren't planning on talking to ever again, and he began to converse with us. He explained that he was a Satanist and began talking about the devil as though with a fascination that he was sure we shared. He explained that it was only a misconception that the devil's number is 616, and that it is actually 696 instead. He also handed us a card with 696 written on it. Then he let us go and we were on our way. Being the agnostic that I am, I didn't feel incredibly intimidated by the satanist, as to me he was just another soul caught up in organized religion. Admittedly, however, I did take a moment to notice that the number that he had claimed to be that of the devil, 696, happened to be the even more misconceived devil's number, 666, with the middle 6 turned upside down. Then my friend and i continued walking without a further thought to it. After a few moments we came across a woman, although we stopped in her tracks when we noticed that her hand was unnaturally disfigured in a way that made it appear as though the world around us was contorting and that she had actually been quite normal not two seconds before. Then as we watched, she began laughing a soul-melting, evil laugh. The bottom of her head (where it would connect to her neck) began to fade into translucency, eventually slipping sideways and falling off completely. It landed on the ground, solid once more, beside her body, and it continued to laugh.



This ended my first dream. The second, and final, dream that I had that night was slightly less disturbing and much more bizarre. I was in some random town which was made much like a fair or an amusement park, except that I was there full time. Every twilight, when the sun set, I would go to this certain restaurant and sit in the booth by the big window and look out at the beautiful scene. This happened three times. The third time, however, the booth seat that I normally used was occupied. In its stead, I took the seat across the table from it, turning around backwards in my seat to look out the window instead. This sunset was unlike the others in that it did not look like the types of sunsets that one sees in real life. Two big, glowing purple blobs lit up the sky almost directly above the restaurant that I was sitting in. These purple blobs took the shape of an amoeba and a protozoa, respectively, and hovered there for quite some time before slowly fading off into the distance. As they got smaller and farther away, night slowly fell, although it refrained from getting completely dark. After there was nothing more to see, I heard voices behind me debating the scientific anomaly of the sunset's shape, and I turned around to see that the seat I normally occupied and now sat across from contained none other than my boyfriend and my best guy friend. I greeted them, and they greeted me in return, and we decided to go off and ride some rides. On one of them, we were all in the car together and we came up over the crest of a hill, and at that exact moment something beautiful, round, and golden-and-hot-pink appeared in our line of vision, looking like a sun from another world or something else breathtakingly beautiful. I tried to call their attention to it, but they only nodded absent-mindedly while they continued discussing the sunset scientifics, and after a moment I understood their disinterest as the car continued on its track and I discovered that my beautiful sun was nothing more than the light discharge from the back of a glowing sign. After that ride was over, we continued, walking along a boardwalk with a section with an appearance similar to a playing card. As I walked across it, it tipped vertically, and I latched onto it before climbing up to where the guys were standing, watching me. At this point my dream gets a little more vague, as all I can really remember is that bad things such as this kept happening and the three of us kept getting hurt. Eventually, I discovered that the source of our misfortune was that my boyfriend kept attempting to cook bacon. Every time he would attempt this, we would get hurt because of it. I don't know why and I don't know how, but this was the reason. The very last time he attempted to cook bacon, we were sent to an old villiage doctor afterwards. This doctor was faced with the task of putting all of our arms and heads back on. He tied them on with mouse tails, and the mice attatched had to sit on our shoulders. This was when I woke up for good.

A Short Introduction To The Blog

I would just like to welcome all my readers. I have always been fascinated with dreams and am now looking forward to sharing some of my more interesting ones with the world. I'm not usually sure what any of them really mean (if anything), but any insight I have on this I will share in the posts as well.

I hope that you all have as much fun reading about my wacky dreams as I do when I hear those of others!