Evil Geniuses in a Nutshell

I am trying to pull details out of my mind because it was so vivid.

I've been having these dreams recently where six or eight tornados completely wipe out a town - sometimes I recognize it as Ottawa, sometimes it seems to be Timmins, sometimes it's a city completely foreign to me. This one began that way... with people I know dying but never me. Then it switched to me at some formal function in a hotel with some friends of mine. I remember something about thinking how I had screwed up my life and then looking out the window only to see a tornado form in front of me. Somehow I was knocked unconcious and I remember having a conversation with a friend of mine who I don't remember but I knew he was not who he appeared to be. This friend told me I could go back if I wanted to, with the knowledge and experiences I had now and fix the mistakes I had made. I must have accepted, because the next thing I remember is waking up at the age of 12, somewhere while in a hotel. I was on a school trip and we were taking the train out of there that morning... and this had happened in my past with no relation to my present. I remembered I had overslept and missed the train that morning as well... because everyone forgot about me there at the hotel. My parents had come and picked me up and that is exactly what they did here. I remember walking down the street of a city that I know was european and telling my dad "thanks for coming to pick me up again, dad" and when he gave me this odd look, I told him how this was the second time I was experiencing this and how I had all of my memories... or maybe I just thought that. Somehow from there I ended up in an airport or bus depot with my mother who knew everything, I was going somewhere and I had a very vivid image of a short, thin,black haired which was very fine (so fine she couldn't do anything with it), woman who looked exactly like Kat, except a younger Kat. (Note: The actual Kat is about 24-25 I believe making this Kat, in my dream if it really is her, about 18-19I would say). I remember telling my mom she must have been on her way to Quebec City... and I was somewhere else. I was at a party and I can't remember much of what went on there except I was spanking somebody and there was lots of drinking. Then I was at a large formal party. I saw, from another persons perspective, Jaz (who looked nothing like the real Jaz, she was a bit taller, face was completely different and I don't remember exactly what she looked like only that she didn't look like Jaz) talking with another person somewhere and then he went into the ballroom and Jaz went into the lounge. I came in and started talking to a friend at the door to the ballroom when Jaz came out and we sat and talked. And all I remember from that conversation is "you know someone will come grab you for a dance right?" which I thought to be incredibly odd. But then somebody did come and ask me to dance, the friend I had been talking with earlier gave me a nudge (as Jaz and I were sitting in front of the door and he had remained there) and said "Rob, somebody's asking for you" and I got up and saw a short beautiful woman with fine glasses wearing a green (light shade but not too light) dress who asked me to dance. She smiled at me all through out this and will continue smiling at me throughout the next while. I walked over to her (I knew her obviously), hugged her while putting our heads together, looking into her eyes; then we started to dancewalk over to the ballroom floor - the beat was something in six (you know, one two three four fix six, except it was slightly off... more like... six one two three four five; six one two three four five - you know with the emphasize on the sixth beat) it was waltzy and somehow I managed to dance quite well in my dream (especially for somebody who gets very little practice) and I remember thinking I never wanted this to stop - some guy behind me said "you know Rob you can enjoy yourself too" and I thought that incredibly odd as I was enjoying myself. Next thought, we're sitting behind a table, clapping and she's bending over to fix her shoe and comes up with this huge smile on her face... and then... I wake up with the tune of "You raise me up" playing in my head and it won't get out!

I, personally, remember very few of my dreams - and the few I do are very odd. This one has to take the prize of oddest dreams of all time however. And I fear I have done it injustice, because I know I have forgotten some parts... this however all seemed to flow together. There are other parts... I really can't remember them. I have a feeling they were important, but I can't remember... the feeling I got from them was like the feeling when I was 'unconcious' and talking with that friend of mine who was not what he seemed... something I remember very little about except I know something happened.

In any case... you have my dream.

// posted by Dep @ 9:12:00 a.m.