What in the World

Lately, I’ve been given the strangest dreams of my entire life. They fill my every night, and if we believe in Shakespeare, than something is wrong with Nature. But let’s forget that and concentrate on this dream, which is by far one of the strangest dreams I have ever had. I’ll try and explain it as best I can.

In the beginning, I think I was an eighteen year old girl, though I eventually became myself for awhile and then a ten to twelve year old boy, all of which would be connected as MYSELF when thinking back. You’ll see.

So I start as a girl, who has gone into this small town and stolen some money from who knows where. I get in a car with a strange woman (who might be my mother, but might not.) We discuss I’ve stolen the money and I go and buy things with it, new clothes and stuff. At the same time, my mother (now looking different, but perhaps the same woman who was in the car) also buys me several things. We get into a different car and drive off.

As we’re driving away, there is a strange Southern couple searching for their son. The couple is really old and hysterical, screaming out his name (which I never hear). Anyway, back in the car, I become incredibly suspicious of why my mother bought me new things, but she says she just did it on a whim.

Big jump in time. I wake up as myself, on a two-floor houseboat which is also a hotel, as their are rooms to be let. I go upstairs, while my mother wanders around, talking on the phone. While upstairs, I’m playing videogames and I notice a shadow on the other side of the door, which is actually the cleaning lady I assume. I pretend to be asleep when she actually comes in while we’re still in the room. She wanders around for a few minutes, then disappears. She says something about checking to hear for snoring, then leaves. I get up to see where she went, because my eyes have been half-closed, and I step outside to see a small, portly Asian boy who walks right past me into the room. I stop him, and he informs me that he has just rented this room and is waiting for us to leave, because he has to go to the bathroom.

I let him, trying to get my mother to stop talking on the phone and look around for the maid and help me with this boy so that we can get out of the room, because I don’t want him to take things. I realize he might, rush after him and escort him out of the room, saying he can’t be in there right now. He hasn’t yet gone to the bathroom and secondly, I frisk him to make sure he hasn’t anything. He has a bottle of Head and Shoulders in his pocket, but I seem to know that was his when he came in. I leave him there and go back inside.

If things haven’t been strange enough, here we really go. I find my Mom and some altercation happens in the bedroom and we leave, the Asian boy is gone. Now I’m a young young boy. There is a young blonde girl in the town who meets me and we must either know each other and like each other, or an instantaneous chemistry sparks between us. So we go into a small food store. I buy something and give it to her. And things go very very wrong.

Including the old Southern Couple, the woman who I was originally in the car with, my mother, and most everyone else, people begin to have their heads swell into giant ceran wrapped circles, three times the size of a normal head, bandaged with cellophane, and completely see through. You can see through their heads. They can still talk, but it’s a weird frightening talk and the girl and I start to run away. We don’t know what’s going on. Outside, it’s the same, lots of people are transforming. We run around and try to figure out where to go and we get into the car from the original lady who picked me up and try to drive away. In the process, we see the Southern Couple trying to get their son, who is still human (and looks to be in his fifties with frazzled dull red-grey hair and a white fedora. He rides a rusty bike and screams like a ten year old.) He yells after us to wait and that he doesn’t want any part of his parents’ money. He weaves out of our view and the bubble-head parents go after him.

I then have a flashback of what’s going on. Everyone I’ve seen whose head has changed was spending their money on someone else. I got away because I stole the money in the first place and bought for myself (I think, really, the logic is missing in some ways, but it is a dream)….I have flashbacks of the various earlier scenes, most significantly the stranger/mother balking at my stealing money. Then I realize I spent my actual money on whatever I bought in the store. My head begins to swell and turn into plastic, it’s disgusting and weird as I watch it from the outside. The little blonde girl next to me sees this, is frightened, and desperately tries to give me a tooth she lost and carries with her as her most prized possession. This moment sparks love and gratitude I begin to change back, but I can see she now is changing. (Giving something does it then?) So I kiss her deeply, and we manage to return to our normal selves and I wake up.

We could derive the message that the best gifts are free, that gifts of true love are deeper than gifts just given to appease, or other things. The message I get is that when I go to sleep at night, I better be ready to be freaked out of my mind. Man. What does that all mean? It was really pretty freaky in the dream, too, those heads were not funny or bizarre, they were freaky.

Well, that’s it for now.