Musings of a night dreamer #1

I have very strange dreams.

It’s anything from throwing my ex-best friend into a lake to Fox Mulder (from X-Files) finding a fairy mermaid in an oasis.

Last night was extremely odd, it was mixed between Pretty Little Liars and some Sci-fi natural disaster. It was set in a seaside resort where there were tables on the beach. At these tables were these old people and next to them was another bench. These old people just kept getting pelted with sea water and jellyfish (I read an article on an increase of jellyfish found on the shore of somewhere in England) but these jellyfish only felt like you were being stung by stinging nettles.

Then these jellyfish had a function of octopus tentacles and they could latch on to people. I looked away for a moment, and an old guy was being felt up by a jellyfish turned octopus tentacle. Β After this strange occurance, my dream took a slightly sinister turn. The old people were getting taken away by the waves.

The weather reflected the atmosphere at that moment. It was all dark and stormy and the waves were so high and these old people for some reason liked being in the waves but when they were being taken away one by one, I decided that it was a good idea to roll and belly-flop onto the next bench.

I then went somewhere else (that part is a little fuzzy), and I went back to the beach only to find that the old people were back. They were back with a new temporary edition to their bodies. They had markings that looked like those pen marks that you get when you have plastic surgery done but these were in different colours and had weird symbols everywhere. Somehow I figured out that it had something to do with a pirate gang? (Nice one Jess, a pirate gang.)

They lost a few parts of their bodies but those parts where a toe was meant to be, was a black mark not a colourful one. Later we were all happy that the old people were back and for some reason the old females were wearing lingerie. Suddenly the power went off and it was as if the beach resort never existed, it was all generated like in the Hunger Games.

We (some random young people and I) found an exit but the old people were gone again. “Strange,” I thought. We were going through a hall when i found a storage cupboard. It was filled with fake Mac lipsticks. The Pretty Little Liars cast were following me and they got enraged that people would make fake Mac lipsticks (they were devotees to Mac). I saw these cans lying around and decided to open them. Inside these cans were the lost body parts of the old people.

Eventually, after the PLL cast re-stuffing Mac lipsticks, we were able to leave and behind the storage room’s gate were all the old people but they were zombies.

That’s kind of how my strange dream ended, not very conclusive like a normal stories because this was a dream and they don’t just decide that there’s going to be a start, middle and end.

Till next time my dear daisies,

Jess xx

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