It was not exactly a nightmare, and anyway, I did not think to try and add popcorn. But since I was playing the lead, I did not really have time to eat. In my dream, I was a demon looking creature, but there was a weird twist. See that picture I have as my avatar, imagine a female one. That was me. And, my side-kick was a pixie, also female, and a bit of a shape changer. We stormed Hell, literally. I am not sure if our presence there was punishment or a voluntary entrance in order to complete a task. We, mostly me, went around beating up groups of demons and devils and men who happened to be there. I do not know if they were just knocked out, died, or ran off, but I always won. Every once in a while, we (me and the side-kick) would find lipstick (do not ask, I do not know). We would try the new shade, then practice kissing, and get the lipstick worked in right, then move on to the next group of enemies. All in all, it was a great deal of fun. Of course, when that was pretty much finished, and we were done or earned our way out, or whatever, we met with some CIA agents in a van. That was weirder, and there are limits to what even I will say. It must have been the nicotine patch, too much food, and being extra tired. It was certainly a unique dream.
Did I really write that?
geez... I'm lucky if I remember a fleeting second of any of my dreams!
ReplyDeleteBut then, if my dreams are like yours, I might want to pass anyway.
Sounds like a lot of energy, too. Does a dream like this leave you tired?
I'm not enough of a dream analyst to attempt to figure out why you were female with a female sidekick, beating up on males. Course, the end meeting with the CIA...maybe you were just "under cover"???
I do know the psychological meanings. It means... nothing. Ha. I guess in my withdrawals I received the only actual freebie in accord with the 60's notions, only I did not take their junk (and they never got a freebie, or so I have been told). It was not like I was targeting guys, they were the only ones fighting. The women were fighting each other over the last banana or something. *smirk* Actually, I did not see any women, but I know there must be some there. There was probably a big sale on, of course their credit cards and cash would be no good, but they would go anyway. Bah! I've dated a time or two, and almost married a few times, I know these things.
ReplyDeleteOh, I didn't meet up with the CIA until I exited Hell. Really, out through gates and all. The CIA had been monitoring my progress, and doing some standard inter-dimensional intel gathering. Their van was packed with electronics, some of it a bit exotic from what I could tell. They had heard everything, and seen most of it (they thought the electric blue lipstick looked the best with my red skin... if I remember right).
It actually did not tire me out. The fights were easy, no real struggle, I was moving fast but not sprinting, it was odd. Usually this type would wear me out too. And I did not fall asleep until 5:00, what with heartburn. But I swear, that dream was long, and I think split. I am pretty sure the alarm almost got me up at around 8:00. Maybe the extra juice from quitting chewing kept me from being exhausted. Ha! Accidental pun. Hmmm, maybe I was a woman because my mind was distancing itself from chewing... a manly pursuit, if I do say so myself... Who knows.
I sort of wish I had looked like my pic as male. Oh well, I did have a tale with a spade shape on the end, horns, red skin, and I was pretty taut... HeY... watch those thoughts. Ha... What a hoot.