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I killed a man!

I had a dream the other day that I killed a man. It was a really weird dream for me because I've never come that close to hurting somebody or WANTING to hurt somebody before.  In dreams, OR real life.

Usually in my dreams I'm being chased but when they come close to catching me I somehow find out or remember that HEY GUESS WHAT, TWINKIE! You have superpowers.

So then I fly off, or disappear, or turn the "bad guy" into a harmless yet oh-sooooo-adorable toad.

OR, I realize I'm dreaming and then make myself wake up.

This time, however not only was I not being chased. We were chasing HIM. For some reason Mr. Twinkie and I were chasing this "bad guy." We scoured the neighborhoods for him and he kept running into people's houses and disappearing into the crowd. There was a party going on in every house he ran in to.

So of course, Mr. Twinkie and I felt obliged to stop and socialize for a bit. Well, I mean, you can't be rude, right? Even when you are fighting crime, it's a crime in itself to NOT have a drink or two if it's offered.

Eventually we caught up with him and the scene changed into a dirty, abandoned building. The hatred in this man's eyes was awfully real. I felt afraid, like I knew he was going to hurt me if I didn't stop him. Mr. Twinkie and him started wrestling to the ground and Mr. Twinkie was able to take his gun away from him.

He started screaming, "GET THE GUN! GET THE GUN BABE. SHOOT HIM!"

I just stood there, panicked, frozen unable to move or breathe, or think.

But then the bad guy started pounding on Mr. Twinkie and then while Mr. Twinkie laid there, helpless, I knew I had to do something. So I grabbed the gun. But the gun was complicated. Like it had too many buttons, and gadgets sticking out of it or something.

At the last minute I figured it out and right before he got to me, I SHOT HIM! Not just shot him... I SPRAYED HIM to death. Yes, SPRAYED HIM.

NO, not with bullets. With bubbles. I killed a man with BUBBLES.

I beamed with pride as Mr. Twinkie looked on in amazement. I mean, how many women do YOU know that can kill a man with BUBBLES? Not too many, right?

Then my alarm went off and I woke up. Still proud of myself. But at the same time just tripping out on the whole dream. It was soooo vivid. It felt so real. I still felt sick to my stomach. I mean, I actually hurt somebody. You know?

I killed a man. I still can't shake it off. I killed a man.

With bubbles.

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posted by twinkie on Sunday, June 22, 2008 at 08:48 PM
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posted by djroch on Jun 22, 2008 at 09:04 PM

here is something you can't understand...

How I Could Just Kill A Man!

B-Real

 

posted by GayinOh8 on Jun 23, 2008 at 08:19 AM

If I had to analyze this one I would suggest this: People often dream about other people (people they know or complete strangers) as a representation of a stresser, hurdle or unfinished project in their waking lives. Often times people will (as in your other dreams) run from those issues as we often do in real life. However in this case it sounds as though you've had enough of whatever was/is needling you so in your dream you decided to "deal with it". The fun thing you chose to do is deal with said issue in a fun, iconic, dare I say bubbly fashion- the visual equivalent of killing someone with kindness. I wonder- have you finally reached a breaking point with some issue in real life that you plan on confronting soon? It need not be a person, but also a project you've let slide or perhaps something as simple as returning a phone call you've been avoiding.

When I dream of people they are rarely people I know.

When I dream of having super powers it's either flying or being able to walk through solid objects, like walls and stuff to avoid being caught by "the bad guy".

 

posted by AnnieLWhite on Jun 23, 2008 at 08:36 AM

i dont belive dreams mean anything really.  You usually dream about things you think about or did or will do. Im not into the meaning if dreams, LOL i think you are just crazy! LOL~! just kidding

 I once had a dream Pam Anderson was (um, well how should i type this) well we were having Oral Sex, out of everyone i wouldnt Do her she is nasty.

<3

posted by an1ok1joe on Jun 23, 2008 at 06:14 PM

Annie maybe that's why you wanted her (nastiness) haha,.. Well I think anyone can kill somone if need be. I just found it interesting how Mr bubble played a part in your dream.  I wonder  if you were lsitening to music, or TV was on. Outside stmulous can trigger it in a weird sublimal way.

posted by Grampsdon on Jun 23, 2008 at 08:17 PM

You need to move to a less violent town like Lindsey.  Have a martini!  Cheers.


posted by twinkie on Jun 23, 2008 at 09:21 PM

I think the bubbles was my defense mechanism kicking in. My subconcious knew that if I'd actually KILLED that man (with bullets, blood, guts, etc) I would still be sick to my stomach today. The bubbles was a fun way of saying, "PSYCHE!" you didn't really kill anyone, see. It's just BUBBLES! LOL

posted by japo on Jun 24, 2008 at 10:24 AM

Thanks Annie, you just gave me a premise for my next dream! Even though it will probably never happen, most of my dreams are dumb. In my dreams, i could be riding a bike with a bear and next thing im in a talking conoe with my dog/co-pilot. Although in one episode i dreamt i was attacked by a dragon who realized you dont mess with me when i am napping. Realizing he made a mistake he tried to get away but i lunged at him but only reached its tail. So i decided to squeeze the hell out of the tail! Then i woke up with an almost broken cell phone i had in my hand, ooops.

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