Daymares

Just a recollection.


There was an island, some sort of resort site. But the strangest thing was it was only one building on this mammoth island, and it was about 40 stories up. The building covered the WHOLE island. I walk into "my" room I suppose and see my brother and father. I am filled in that my mother is having her baby. A daughter. Which was surprising, but even more surprising it didn't phase me in dream.

I walked out of the room. There was a stairwell into a sunbathed grotto, about 3 places to swim on different height levels. And as I waded myself through each of the first two pools to get to the lower level, I saw her. Which was not in the least bit strange, but it did confuse me. Seeing as she didn't see me while she was swimming, I walked toward my destination, which was another section of the bigger building. I made my way in.

I met my mother, saw if she were alright or not. The baby was about to be birthed. 9 months pregnant it seemed. I was to have a baby sister. Some feeling of joy rushed over me, I told her to be strong, and I left. Then I fell asleep. Only to wake up on a tanker. And not just any tanker, a capsizing tanker. I run out to the deck of the ship, and I can see the island about 3 miles off. Weirdest thing was I was with my mother at the time as well. The ship broke in half, and we careened toward the island. We eventually crashed into the side of the island, jumped off the side in time, luckily. I took my mother up to the same section she was at before, and began to walk back to my room.

Strange, yes I know. But bear with me. I got a call patched through to my cell phone saying my roommate had a daughter, and I was to report up to my room to see if she were alright. But on my way to the room, wading through the pools again, was her. Still hasn't seen me yet. I waded up to the second pool this time, and her mother and baby brother were playing in the second pool. I waltzed into my room.

With my room devoid of all family, I blonde was laying down exhausted on my futuristic looking couch. She was incredibly stellar. And there was a child laying on the floor. I picked her up, put a diaper on her, set her in her crib, then tried to wake my supposed roommate up. She wasn't having it. Like the anaesthesia hadn't worn out yet. So, I take a shower, and walk out of my room.

I walk down to the third pool, and she spots me. Yells my name in utter joy, and doesn't ask me what we're doing here. Nor fill me in on any information. But it really didn't matter. The embrace, hugs, they felt RIGHT. We kissed, and she backed away. Blah in my opinion. I hate that bullshit play hard to get venue. So, I carried her up to my room, you know how the groom carries the bride? Like that.

To my surprise my room was clear once again, and I walk back into the bedroom. Set her down on the side of the bed and we kiss. She exclaims it was everything she imagined and more. No sex. She finally begins filling in the puzzle, or sorts, and I ask her to walk back downstairs with me. We do, and we wade around in the pools some more. Just... talking.

One more trip back up to my room, to find everyone I aforementioned was in there, including a guest of my brother's. Infuriated, I walk into my bedroom, and my father is cheating on my mom. There is a baby with what seems like a dead mother in the room. And two slothy kids, ages 17-18. So I storm out with a guitar, and suggest me and her go to the beach. We tried.

The building encapsulated the whole area of the island it seemed. SO looking out of the first floor window, it was steep. I began playing the guitar in a way I have never played before, and walked down to what were the remnants of a beach. I told her to take the guitar and keep it safe for me. The "beach" was entirely comprised of jagged rocks, and crashing waves of black. I didn't understand it. I saw someone floating by the shoreline.

I jump in, check to see if they're breathing. They weren't. Then I turn them over to drag them to the nearest rock, and the person is me. I was then dragged with the undertow, and I woke up.


I don't know exactly what the fuck was going on. And I don't believe in dream interpretation. But for all you psychos into that shit, there you go. I left out some details to spare myself from looking anymore mentally unstable, but there you go.

Maybe it was the alcohol.
Maybe I really am becoming crazy.

One.