Gravy Boat
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I almost never remember my dreams but recently I've been having really vivid ones that stick with me. A couple of nights ago I dreamt that me and my girlfriend were trying to fly away in a hot air balloon, but kept having problems like the balloon collapsing, it being too windy and what not. Nothing too weird there.
But last night I had a crazy dream that actually left me feeling distraught when I woke up. For context, I have a daughter who is 6 months old at the moment.
It started off with me in work. Every month, the engineers here have what's called a Code Smash day, where they take a break from their regular work and spend the day working on projects of their own that they'd like to see integrated into the app that we sell. I'm not an engineer so I'm not involved with this, but in my dream they approached me saying they were really under pressure and needed help coming up with a new idea. For some reason, I thought a self-playing violin would be exactly what they needed (even though this has nothing to do with what our business does), and decided that I would approach my parents for advice on how to make this a reality.
When I asked them, they started to get really angry and telling me that I couldn't go forward with this, that it was against the laws of nature and that it would release evil upon the world if I did. That freaked me out a bit, but I had already promised the engineers that I'd do this, so I had to find away. I went home and began sketching up ideas but nothing was working. The deadline grew closer and in my panic, I decided that the best thing to do would be to cut off my daughters arms, and attach them to a violin so that it could play itself.
So, that's what I did. There was no blood, my daughter wasn't in pain, but I cut off her arms with a saw and sewed them onto the violin. I remember looking at my daughter afterwards and freaking out at what I'd done. Again, she wasn't in pain or anything, it was very much dream surgery, but I couldn't believe that I'd done something like that.
Then there was a knock at the door, my parents had come round to visit their grand daughter. I hid the violin under her bed, and wrapped her in a blanket so that they wouldn't notice that her arms were missing. This worked for a short while, but they eventually noticed and immediately asked me if I'd cut them off to make a self playing violin. I broke down into tears, asking for forgiveness but they just freaked out and took my daughter away, I don't know where. I thought I could fix what had happened by destroying the violin so I went to get it, to find the engineers in my bedroom standing around it in a circle. They all turned to look at me when I came into the room and just silent stared at me. I explained to them that I needed to destroy the violin to get my daughter back but they said it was too late.
I looked down at the floor at the violin and it was alive. It's hard to explain, but it kind of looted like the
in PT, except it was a violin with arms. It was coughing up blood and slowly crawling towards me. I turned and ran out of the room and back to our office,but when I got there it was empty, like all the desks and shit had been moved out, just an empty room. I began barricading the door with some bricks that were sitting in a pile beside it and started to hear a loud rumbling. Everything began shaking and I turned around to look out the window and the sky was literally on fire. I got closer to it and looked down onto the street and saw my parents running while carrying my daughter. They were running away what looked like a small, black tornado. It was pure chaos outside, like real apocalypse shit. I called down to them and my mother, (who was carrying my daughter) looked up at me, and in doing so tripped and fell. My dad tried to help her up but the tornado caught up with them and launched them into the sky. I stood and watched as my parents and my daughter plummeted from the sky into the pavement below, waking up just as they hit the ground.
I woke up feeling really distraught, I was maybe even crying, I don't know. What does it mean, psychology GAF?
But last night I had a crazy dream that actually left me feeling distraught when I woke up. For context, I have a daughter who is 6 months old at the moment.
It started off with me in work. Every month, the engineers here have what's called a Code Smash day, where they take a break from their regular work and spend the day working on projects of their own that they'd like to see integrated into the app that we sell. I'm not an engineer so I'm not involved with this, but in my dream they approached me saying they were really under pressure and needed help coming up with a new idea. For some reason, I thought a self-playing violin would be exactly what they needed (even though this has nothing to do with what our business does), and decided that I would approach my parents for advice on how to make this a reality.
When I asked them, they started to get really angry and telling me that I couldn't go forward with this, that it was against the laws of nature and that it would release evil upon the world if I did. That freaked me out a bit, but I had already promised the engineers that I'd do this, so I had to find away. I went home and began sketching up ideas but nothing was working. The deadline grew closer and in my panic, I decided that the best thing to do would be to cut off my daughters arms, and attach them to a violin so that it could play itself.
So, that's what I did. There was no blood, my daughter wasn't in pain, but I cut off her arms with a saw and sewed them onto the violin. I remember looking at my daughter afterwards and freaking out at what I'd done. Again, she wasn't in pain or anything, it was very much dream surgery, but I couldn't believe that I'd done something like that.
Then there was a knock at the door, my parents had come round to visit their grand daughter. I hid the violin under her bed, and wrapped her in a blanket so that they wouldn't notice that her arms were missing. This worked for a short while, but they eventually noticed and immediately asked me if I'd cut them off to make a self playing violin. I broke down into tears, asking for forgiveness but they just freaked out and took my daughter away, I don't know where. I thought I could fix what had happened by destroying the violin so I went to get it, to find the engineers in my bedroom standing around it in a circle. They all turned to look at me when I came into the room and just silent stared at me. I explained to them that I needed to destroy the violin to get my daughter back but they said it was too late.
I looked down at the floor at the violin and it was alive. It's hard to explain, but it kind of looted like the
foetus
I woke up feeling really distraught, I was maybe even crying, I don't know. What does it mean, psychology GAF?
