Entry 136: Turrets, Dresses, and Crickets

Entry 136: Turrets, Dresses, and Crickets

So last night I had the strangest series of dreams.

My first dream was filled with action and stress; it was just past dawn and the evening sky relit with a barrage of plasma bolts shooting into the sky. Something was in the sky that filled everyone with terror, a threat of unknown origin, but we the people had to defend the land.

I hoped onto a laser turret, which sat on a massive platform about the size of a swimming pool. The gun barrels themselves were rusted and intimidating, but they still packed a punch. As I fired the aqua-colored laser bolts into the night sky, I tried to lead the targets but the controls were heavy and groggy, so I was not able to hit anything.

After this dream, I then drove to a school campus. I saw an old friend from high school who ended things on bad terms, so when I asked if we could start things over as friends, she laughed and skipped away, saying no. I tried to follow her, but I then found myself in a store filled with prom dresses. Most of them were poofy and ugly, so I ended up despising the other girls who picked them.

There was one dress, however, that was salmon and blue, and it was elegant and simple enough to catch my eye. For some reason I was fixated on that beautiful dress, but what surprised me even more was the lady who chose it. She noticed my amazement and I told her that this must mean something, so I bought the dress for her and we started hanging out.

As we walked outside, it began to rain. To protect the dress, I folded it and placed it into my pocket, to which we both laughed at the connivence. We found shade under a tree, and we enjoyed each other's company until I left for the third dream.

I was in a basement, tasked to take care of my brother's cricket, because he had just left for the military. It wasn't long until I became friends with the cricket and able to let it crawl on my finger. One night as I was feeding the cricket, I fell asleep with it still in my hand. As I awoke the next morning, I was panicked to realize that I may have squashed the little insect.

I looked all over the couch I was sleeping on, but thankfully I found the little guy in between the couch cushions. It happily crawled on my finger with joy and excitement, much like the roach in Wall-E. After I placed the cricket back into its home, my night of odd dreams ended...

Entry 137: Clean Up

Entry 137: Clean Up

Entry 135: Tethered

Entry 135: Tethered