Dream: Documented.

I had this crazy dream last night, and it feels right to document it, like perhaps I'll miss it later.

It started out on an old street, very Harry Potter-esque, with brick roads and shady shops. One of the shops, I believe, was a fishing supply store, and a sign on the door said "Criminals may enter, but only if you seduce the door keeper in your worst possible fashion." In any case, I think there was no door keeper, but I dressed in chains and walked in - it seemed logical in the dream. Once I got inside, I noticed that they sold only nets, and one side of the fishing supply store was a bar, where old fishermen were drinking beers in silence.

I walked through the store, and at the back was a brightly lit tan-colored room with a woman and her son in it. The son was about my age, and I was far too shy to speak to him, so I opted for talking to the woman, who was in her mid-thirties, instead. She had a large aquarium with no water in it, but several varying sizes of conch shells, as if she were about to buy a pet hermit crab.

Instead, she brought out a muscular human-creature with wings and scales that was blue-tinted all over and about one foot in height. She told me this was a dragon as she put him into the aquarium.

"What do dragons eat?" I asked, and she laughed. She told me some imaginary word that made perfect sense - "goobers", maybe? - and held out her hand to expose a clump of neon green and neon blue mushy worm-looking substances.

"But," she added, "They were out of those." The "goobers" in her hand instantly turned to dried, dark maroon strings, which she told me was "Poop, actually!" in an amused tone.

I watched the dragon for several more minutes and, as I got bored, the scene began to change. I was in a room shared with my little brother, where our mattresses sat on the floor and the entire room was actually a garage. (Apparently, we were very poor?) He noticed behind the mattress that was my bed that a large, large spider was crawling up the wall. It was yellow and purple, the size of a fucking hand, and looked like something to stay away from, but I immediately grabbed a can of hairspray and sprayed it. It didn't fall from the wall; instead, it scurried out of my reach and out of my line of vision.

I pushed the mattress back against the wall, only for another one to crawl up the wall and another to scurry across the floor. (This entire sequence may have stemmed from the real-life occurrence that we once saw a spider in the kitchen, and I smushed it, only for it to errupt into thousands of baby spiders. Very terrifying. Never smush a pregnant bug.) We spent what seemed like close to thirty minutes putting towels in the crack of the door, moving furniture, and spraying hairspray in a vain attempt to kill them all.

Finally, one got out of the room somehow, and I ran after it (the little fuckers were fast!), chasing it down the hall and into a room of which the layout mirrored that of my dad's room in my old house. I kept my eye on the spider and, as I did, it began to morph into something else the same size but furry, and only after reaching the closet, where it curled up against an old keyboard and some clothes, did I realize that it was now a baby kitten. I sprayed it once with hairspray, thinking it was a trick, and immediately felt bad, picking it up and cradling it. As I ran from the room with it, I noticed one of the cats we have now, Tiger, curled up by the door with another baby kitten.

My mom was in the kitchen, and I asked her if the cat had somehow had babies. She didn't answer my question, but she did yell at me for spraying hairspray on the cat and told me it could die if I did that too much. As she took the cat, I asked her if Tiger had somehow had kittens. She said "No, but --- did." The --- blurs out of my memory of the dream, but it was the name of some other animal we had, a ferret or something, that couldn't have had kittens.

I then returned to my room, where there was a futon-bed, which had several people on it now. One 0f them was Matt, an old friend whom I no longer speak to. (On the phone two nights ago, I had a conversation with my friend Chris, who talked about his broken futon-bed and Matt - How strangely reality morphs with dreams!) He tried to kill one of the spiders, but instead ripped a Pokémon poster off of the wall (I don't even have a Pokémon poster, but I did about five years ago. Also, Eddie broke my shelf yesterday; this may have effected the dream.)

He apologized, grudgingly, and as the poster was beyond repair, I crumpled it up. We did, eventually, kill all of the spiders. However, someone thought it a good idea to open the garage door, and the futon went up with it, falling and breaking once it hit the ground. I think my mother, Matt (the old friend, not my brother), my grandma (Meemaw), one of Matt's friends, my little brother, and I were all there, but the people seem nearly interchangeable at this point.

When the garage door was open, we all left. Somehow, we came to a train track. It was a circular train-track, though, the kind you see in toys, but the train and tracks were proportional to the real thing, so it wasn't a toy. This was in the outside corner of some building, or perhaps just next to a building. At some point in our journey, the people changed - I know near the end, two of them were Ryan Ross and Brendon Urie - and my brother was not with us at this point.

We all jumped onto the train, near the front, and took up sitting in different box cars. I, however, knew something was wrong. From this point on, the dream seems very much like déjà vu. The train was powered by some power force - magnets or nuclear power, perhaps - and the power source was on one side of the tracks, and something was very wrong. Not only that, but unknowingly, several boxcars near the back of the train were on fire, and something had gotten between the wheel of the train and the track to cause all of this. (Perhaps it threw off the magnetic energy? I really don't know. It's one of those things that makes perfect sense in a dream, though.)

In my dreams, I am often one person (one entity), and I walk into another room, and upon seeing another person, I take their consciousness instead, and the previous person (entity) is objective again.

I walked into another box car, and a woman was there, probably in her early twenties, with blonde hair and pale skin. I took her consciousness, and knew I had to get everyone off of the train. I couldn't stay on the train, though. I felt like it would blow up and kill us all at any instant. I jumped off and ran to the middle of the track, yelling "Get off of the train! Everyone! You're going to die!"

Two girls jumped off first, landing on the tracks. The train was coming back around towards them by the time I pulled them off of the tracks, going faster, and I told them to stand in the middle, frantically running after the train and screaming for everyone to jump off. The fire was spreading, and urgency was high. I told them "Don't get anything on the tracks - even one morsel of food could kill your friends. Brush all the food morsels off of your clothes!" (Hah! It made sense in the dream, okay?)

Eventually, I got everyone off of the train. At one point, one of them brought computer cords, scarves, and miscellaneous objects onto the track, and I had to pick them up as the train rushed to me. I yelled at everyone to go around the corner, and, once they did, the train slowed and stopped, the fire went out, and my consciousness shifted back into being one of the group, rather than being the heroine.

She remained in the middle of the tracks as we hid around the corner of the building, afraid of being hurt by the malfunctioning power source. She was full of adrenaline, laughing and yelling at Ryan and Brendon to "twitter something to show me that the Ryden picture from earlier isn't real!" No clue about that one...

The front of the train had stopped right next to the power source, which was roughly on the other side of the tracks from us, and she walked over to it. For some reason, there were dumbbells on the front of the train (or perhaps something that looked a lot like dumbbells), and she leaned against them, posing with victory.

As she did, the dumbbells slipped, shifting something, falling, and the power source released white-hot steam all over her. I hid and covered my eyes, but I could still see her even then, enveloped in steam, screaming. The steam stopped, and her skin was dripping off of her body. She was dead, but her brain still functioned well enough for her to robotically walk over to us and pat each of us. She then began to pat herself as her skin came off in large chunks, revealing patches of deep red and purple.

I woke up, then, terrified to move, scared of the imagery of a person's skin melting off, and it took me a while to fully calm down. I played Portal before I went to sleep, and I don't remember having a dream when I woke up at noon for about five minutes. it was only after I went back to sleep and slept for about two more hours that I had this dream.

Certainly something to think about, at the least.