MYSTIC

I just had the weirdest dream.
I would have gotten so angry if I didn't write it all down before I forgot.

It was probably one of those dream that could be interpreted into a short film or something.

It began in a supermarket.
but it wasn't a supermarket I have ever been in before, it was semi familiar and i had a feeling it was part of another dream I had in a really large supermarket, ahha I think It was my dream supermarket.

well my mom was shopping like she does, slowly and through every isle I was following her at first but then caught my eye on the isle across, a mother was showing her son a bag of cookies.
so I walk across to see it , instead I walk past it and I look at the produce and fridges.
now it really reminded me of the "dream supermarket"

then I see my mother walking in and quickly out of an isle, I walk into the isle it was a bum-ish looking black man sitting on the floor.
i follow my mother into the pasta isle,
as we look at the bags and boxes of spaghetti i see the bum talking to a black couple, asking why they had just walked past him without saying anything, at first I though the man was just angry but then I had a feeling it was personal , that the man knew the couple before.
the couple walk away.

then I softly whbeginningispered "my mother didn't say hi because she doesn't speak english , and I am too shy."
the pasta bag we were looking at began to look better and happier in a way.
until my mother slowly said something bad to the man like, "I didn't want to speak to that creepy man that was sitting in the corner"
then the bag began to flash, like demonic/evil photos or something..
It scared me, so my mother picked another bag instead.

We go to the line and then as I was waiting i had put down my own basket, just for a bit.
Once we got up to the cashier to pay I couldn't find my basket of things.
So I start saying "FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKK" while looking at everyone waiting in line as well as to the cashier's face.
we pay.
but i look for the basket and it was in the line where I left it. so i say "you better let me pay for this now" her response was no.

something weird was in the basket though it was a paper, i guess for some item or a recipe that had a small questioner about me.

the weird thing about it was that I wasn't me, like the person I was in the dream is not how I AM but it was a different character, she had no name, but I was her. this is where my dream started feeling like a movie and not like a dream anymore.
It was as if I was watching it, but living through one of the main characters.

at first I LOOKED AT THE PAPER AND WAS LIKE "Ohh i'll just erase this and turn in the paper"
but some guy told me to check the answers to see if someone who knows me answered them.

I laughed and said who would car about me.. seriously
I am not important who would want to know about me anyway .
I am normal.



a clear image of the long receipt looking paper completely filled my "screen"

it was being "looked at" beginning to end over and over again.

and I saw the name and what the item i was getting was which was filled out by "me"
but then questions like:

"what is your favorite items in nordstrom are..."
-a leotard and a cardigan

"what is your favorite food.."
(exactly written)
-1. sushi-but .........extra things about it ....

"What is your favorite cupcake.."
-dark black goth cupcake

and these things appeared on "screen"

it was weird because the answers where true, but not for me but for the person I was being.

then a flash went to ME AND THESE GUYS HANGING OUT.

I am rich
they are
king of spain
train mystic
they are
playing around

running to attack. alien ships or space towers.
nope never mind
running toward cadets and attacking them
RUN! RUNN! DRIVE QUICKLY!

I feel like I am part of a movie.
I am watching it think something bad is gonna happen.

but in the movie i say "I feel like something bad is going to happen"
which means something bad really is going to happen.

green
green
grass
and
mountains
and
trees

everything looks green
everything is scratchy-looking
like if I was looking through the viewfinder of a vintage camera.


a large hole
dirt is a thick bloody red color

he goes down and begins to carve
and slice

barely alive
they make a human-like grunt

animals
deer
or
horse

they slice with ease
like butter
so soft

mystic sign
hotel

cross between mystic or mystery
monk clothing
need to kill the girl
need to kill "me"