Dream nightmare
September 26 2012
Mall, washing thus little girl, not filling out worksheets for the little girl's parents who want to see if I'm a good babysitter. The child loves me but the parents ask ridiculous things like empirical formula of the shampoo THEY gave me to use. Washing scene transforms into a cult guild meeting, Jen in corner wearing a pink wig. Me and friends who magically appeared (little girl and parents gone now) go up to her, friendly conversation. Jen Ip and tricking us (me and two friends, I think Sijia and someone else) to join the laughing coffin guild, the attempted murder. They told us to sleep in these beds as it was a sleepover, we get into "bed", bed starts opening up into hole and they start packing us with dirt. They tried to bury me and four other people alive; I save two friends and stare at Jen horrified from the descending coffin with live people inside, and she looks disappointed that we didn't die. Then went home, doing the paintings for homework in my dream, return to school. School is a mall and we are temporarily distracted by Halloween and Barbie doll goods; we follow a preteen girl with olive skin and bushy, curly brown hair in costume deep into mall. I run into Jen and break off from group, wanting to confront her. Talking with Jen about why she's doing this; she smiles and looks beautiful and feigns innocence.
Her guild infiltrated my highschool orchestra. I knew what they were going to do so I told people they needed to go home and do my music project to leave me with the conversion of ppl into the murder cult. Managed to save Josen and Angel with good, light-hearted acting, and cult ppl don't suspect me of knowing what they're about to do. I pretend to go to bathroom to try and escape but Jen follows me, and I confront her. She smokes in the bathroom and her beauty is withering, and I earnestly feel heartbroken that she's changed to be so malicious. I tell her so and she cracks me a tense, maniacal smile.
Time comes for conversion. Music room changes to cathedral like space, high windows with white and gold walls. I hide in bathroom and grab heavy plunger. They convert people into murderers the same way Amon from Korra takes bending away. My heart leaps to my throat as I watch people get brainwashed willingly. A woman comes into bathroom, tries to drag me out, and I slam the plunger into her head repeatedly to knock her out.
When I sneak outside, Jen stands in front of me. There is a storm brewing ahead. I scream at my friends to hit them in head to return to normal. Soon Jen corners me and I can't hit her, I love her too much to dare. I ask her why in a breaking voice. She smiles coldly and explains its for taking Aaron. I knew this Jen was fake, a figment of my insecure imagination, and I wanted to fix her no matter what. But she said something like "You knew I wanted him so you took him, then you guys practically disappeared and then broke up. So you fooled around. I liked him but you got in my way. Now he's just some stupid boy who couldn't make the right decision in my opinion, choosing you." she then said something about wanting to be the first one to play him, that stupid boy. I felt enraged. I fight her with the plunger and she looks terrified, no longer smug. I shout, " how dare you? How dare you treat Aaron like he's just another boy? You never liked him at all!" and my heart breaks.
I hit her hard with the plunger. She crumbles. The cult flees, everything in chaos, but I sit with her until she wakes up. She is back to normal, with her pink wig on, confused and happy to see me with no recollection of cult brainwashing. We walk home together and I feel sorrowful relief.
In the dream Jen was not herself. She's not that petty, and she's more graceful, not conniving. I understand myI sparkle-eyed envy of her probably made her the antagonist of my dream but the whole time in the dream I felt sick to my stomach with how she was warped and changed, attributed to the cult. In the end my love for her put things back to normal. I must miss her a lot, I think.
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