tuesday morning dream stuff

do i put these behind a cut?  looks like no.  this one is a bit weird, and i'm probably forgetting details that might make it less weird.  also, it starts off horror, and then turns into romance.  because brain?  anyway:

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i'm in a new town.  i'm wandering down the streets, with all sorts of closed shops and things.  suddenly, a bunch of people come running around a corner.  "don't go that way!"  they continue past me, and i wander into the intersection to see what's going on.  more people are there, but they're dismembered and bleeding, or stuck in the walls and street.

because it's literally a "new town."  it's still being constructed in the dream, and as the buildings and blocks form, they're killing anyone who's trapped in that area.  i turn back to where i came from, and despite there not being enough time for this to happen, one of the streets is now blocked off with cardboard boxes and things that are taped to the walls, and extend up to the tops of the building.  the people who ran past did this to make sure no one went down the bad street.

i find the building i came out of, but there's shouting and stuff coming from inside.  it feels like a bank, maybe, and i'm at the "back alley side door" that banks totally have.  i open the door a crack, and there's a guy inside with a gun who'd taken everyone hostage.  he rushes toward me, but i pull a pen from my pocket and stab him.  like a bunch.  i remember feeling the pen tip hit a rib, and then slide toward a gap to continue in.  that gave me a new target to aim for.

i half wake up, because this is pretty messed up.

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it's later.  the town is finished, although it's always dark here, because it's under a highway intersection.  my house is two blocks away from that bank, and one evening, i decide to go buy a book.  i don't bother putting on shoes, because the book store is next door to my house.

i wander around the book store, when i notice another girl looking at similar books as me.  we start talking, and we have a bunch of things in common.  we leave the book store (and we both had groups of friends there at this point, but we ditch them), and are running around in a park.  it's night time now, way later than it should be if time worked right.

she comes up with a "game" to play.  she picks up a long hard stick, and chases me around and spanks my butt with it.  i grab my own stick, and use it to defend myself, and to spank her.  she's using hers like a baseball bat, kind of.  mine is more flexible, and i'm holding one end, "underhand" if that makes sense, so that when i flex my wrist, it whips out to my side.

we eventually collapse into a pile on the ground, laughing.  i say something about going home, and she says, "no, this is where i live."  i'm confused, but then she kind of melts into the ground, because she's a fairy.  a city park fairy, who lives next to that one bush, i guess.  i'm still confused, but i get up, and walk to the street, where i meet her friends, who are going home to the park (they're fairies too).

i wake up for real here, with the standard sad feeling of loneliness i get after these kind of dreams.