How to be an Ass in a Nightmare

I had a long dream that consisted of three nightmares and I'm going to discuss them so if you don't want to be disturbed, move along.



Go on.





Ok, First one I was being driven into this desert there every now and then you would see the remains of someone hanging. Kind of disturbing, yes, but I could not understand why I was being taken there or why my companions where brutish and silent. One I've reached a hill I was told to get out when a woman from my past walks out.

The ultimatum was this. Forced marriage or I will end up hanging from some sort of cactus tree which would puncture me as I slowly strangled to death. Before hand papers would be "signed" to endure I still got married and my possessions would  just be transferred over and that would be that.

Well, good people it seems I'm an asshole in my dreams as well. I've had my share of Nightmares and I know that if I'm not being chased or completely horrified, then I can reason my way out. I started to laugh, and then said that this tree is too short and I wanted something in a curved spike like the one across the way. The thuggish men pulled out rifles and I laughed even harder. It was so sad that "she", and she will only be known as she, tried everything to convince me even kissing some of the brutish men to insight jealousy.

Laughed even harder as I started to fit the noose around the neck and readjust it to just make me strangle and not pop my neck. All the while stating that last time I checked that I'm worth nothing, I'm looking for legitimate work and last time I checked she left for someone like this brutish thug who showed his adoration by pummeling her. At which she threw a tantrum and they all got into a car so that they can just strand me in the desert. I kept laughing as I said that I could not hang myself.

They left with her screaming I ruined everything, this was supposed to be romantic, and I was an ass and she would call me.

Yea.....walk back to civilization from there to arrive at the end of the world. I mean, earthquakes, zombies walking about, Glen Beak leading an army of glue sniffers (hey, I never said my nightmares where not funny). I arrive at a torn down building as certain people wanted me to start planning for graduation. I looked at them and said, um....we been through this. I don't want to and that I think the world has a bit more on it's hands than me planning a dinner, getting photos and getting tons of like on Facebook (boom! Facebook slam). They stared at me wondering what I meant as I was continually bashing in a zombie's head with a shovel. And yet, I get tossed on a gown and cap and they start taking photos of me as I wonder, am I the only one realizing there is a bigger picture. Well, a huge atom bomb drops in the remains of the room as I smile and run off with a mushroom cloud behind me.

Now for some reason I'm in a fancy kitchen being instructed by some huge Asian cook who spoke and automatically had a voice over. I was instructed to take a small suckling piglet and prepare it for a delicious meal. It was already buttered, and stuffed, and with a tiny apple in it's mouth, as I asked why do I need to prep it since it looked done. He was translated into this long speech of ultimate flavor and how life is the ultimate spice as I slowly and horrified realized that it was still alive.

And crying.

I was to slit it's throat and toss it into the oven. This little buttered covered pig was crying and so abused as I was instructed to do this horrible thing. I was ensured that the piglet was already half dead from the forced stuffing and it would be merciful to end it's life now since the people wanted it cooked longer than prescribed. Well, I simply ran off into the distance with a crying buttered piglet in arms as the bombs fell.

Yea.....bloody moon. Don't worry too much. I can see little signs of my day yesterday in these dreams so I doubt that this is the kind of nightmare that is to frighten me, but more of my jerk subconscious trying to tell me things that I am not ready to listen to.

Just wanted to share and get it off my molested chest.