Saturday, 10 September 2016

09.10.16: Cause fucked up wasn't fucked up enough

Exactly, the nights of dreaming keep coming. But fucked up wasn't fucked up enough, so I reached the next level... 
All I can remember starts with a concert, though it was more like a sing-along. Well, an intermediate thing, let's say. A couple of famous guys that I can't really remember had released an album together, as though it were the mix of two counterparts (day vs night, alpha vs omega, you know). One of them was someone from Fleetwood Mac (only the name, cause that couldn´t be Fleetwood Mac actually), and the other one, I don't know. They were playing a lot of different stuff. And there weren't too many people, even if it was a big outdoor venue... I can remember only a short row of people amongst which my boyfriend, David, was. I had a camera and a microphone in hand, so I was invited to join the sing-along moment. It was weird, in that moment they were playing somthing between slipknot, Avenged Sevenfold or something like that. I know I knew the song, but I can't remember which one it was either. When I started singing, I just couldn't do it well, my voice was as if I had been crying or I had got up a few minutes ago... What a pity.
Now there was a scenario change. It didn't seem to be important, but I remember something futuristic, with lots of gadgets. And there was a plate for vinyls in which a record was playing and it was the "white part" of the album being played in the concert. The part by the guy from Fleetwood Mac. He had a nice, soft voice. However, what comes next I can't decide in which order it came, let's talk about it like this:
My boyfriend wrote to me in a very different way. He uses short expressions and abbreviations, but never ortographical mistakes like the ones I was reading. And he wrote in a WhatsApp group and did it differently to the individual chat. I started worrying that something creepy could be going on.
Then something happens to me, or mom has the intuition that something is going on. And I get to know, as if I was a third person, omniscient narrator, that she's asked David if he's going to talk to me about what's happening as a father or something else (this is, from the position of a father or someone else...). Then I think, I must tell her finally about my relationship to him... (In the dream this seems confusing, but actually, sounds a bit creepy when you think of it, if he was my dad in the dream :S )
The last part is the one that is a bit strange but far from being that crazy. At several times, we go to a shoping mall, hoping to find a candy shop open, but it's never open. There stands a sign that says "Rights over the sweets can be demanded". That was a strange text to read. We ask an employee in the shopping mall about it, and she says that what's open at that time in the evening is the dark room in a secret basement that keeps and produces contraband sweets... (REALLY??)
Now that's really some stuff from The Deranged Dark Vortex.

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