Galtean Kaldi
2009-07-07 16:51:21 UTC
I remember myself leaving my English Class because the period was over. As I was leaving, my book bag or backpack started tugging me backwards erratically. The tugging became violent to the point it almost dragged me. My backpack was alive, and it pulled me in random directions. Some government-looking agents in gray suits came to my assistance--about three or four helped me out of my book bag's control. I experienced it in first-person, of course. But I also saw myself struggling, and me being assisted in a third-person point-of-view. That is all I remember. I had several odd dreams lately. Not just this one.
My other dream was me, but I was entirely a whole different person--physically. I'm Cambodian, and I have a tan or medium complexion. I have fine, dark-brown hair that ends slightly below the shoulders, and have okay, bovine eyes behind my somewhat thick lenses. In my dream, I had thick, wavy, dirty-blonde hair that was below shoulder-length. I had a fair, ivory complexion, and I had big, blue-green eyes with thick-like lashes. However, I only found out about the difference of my appearance in the middle of my dream at a bathroom mirror. The bathroom mirror was within a house that a group of people and I broke into for no particular reason or a reason I wasn't aware of. When we broke into the house, we encountered an aggressive, blue, stout bulldog. The dog suddenly leaped at me, and bit my right hand. I remember the pain to be intense. Luckily, I was near a bottle of rubbing alcohol on the kitchen table; and I poured the contents into the dog's eyes--blinding the dog. After several seconds, the dog released me because of the pain. I quickly ran into the bathroom, and locked it. I was at the bathroom sink, and realized my hand wasn't bleeding; and then I realized the difference in my appearance. I was wearing a pink, knitted cardigan at hip-length, and I wore a pink, knitted tank top underneath--partially showing my belly skin. I also wore fitted, light-washed, boot-cut jeans. I looked totally prep-like, and I was a size small--probably a two or zero in the US default Sizing Chart. In reality, I'm a size Large somewhere along the scale. After observing my appearance--particularly my face, I heard voices and thumping behind the door. It was the blue bulldog that recovered from his injury that should have rendered the dog blind. I was "profoundly intelligent" enough to open the door, and he immediately bit my right hand again. I dragged the bulldog back to the kitchen, and I negotiated with the dog to let me go. I don't remember what I said, but the dog released my hand and I was free to go. I left the one-floor house alone, and the group of people I broke into the house with vanished. I didn't know what happened to them. A few things happened after wards, I went on a public bus going through an upper-middle class neighborhood. I was dropped off at the house or perhaps a mansion with the most windows built in that were lit. I went into the house with an acquaintance I met in the bus, and met a man of Hispanic ethnicity who owned the house. Then I woke up, some of the locations in my dream were familiar. Like inside of the house with the most windows, had looked like the second floor of my cousin's house on my father's side of the family. The dream's time period was late at night, or after midnight. Also the interior of my school had some obvious differences.
I've interpreted some of it, but it was rather vague--it didn't make sense to me. That is only two of my odd dreams out of more than a handful. I need some assistance, and thanks for reading. c: