Cryptidoodles
I doodle things.
Here you'll find the random things I scratch on paper during my classes.
I've also decided to post about my dreams here. Because. Dreams are cool. And bizarre.
I doodle things.
Here you'll find the random things I scratch on paper during my classes.
I've also decided to post about my dreams here. Because. Dreams are cool. And bizarre.
So last night was my final night in my current apartment and just like the first night, I had a really odd dream.
I was scrubbing down the shower (not surprising because I’ve been cleaning so much irl lately) when I noticed something shimmering in the drain. So I reached down in the drain and pulled out a golden doubloon, but instead of having pirate-esque markings on it, there was a leaping salmon on it.
I dried it off with a paper towel and suddenly the toilet started to overflow with silver water and a large salmon emerged from the glimmering depths.
I apparently summoned this fish by rubbing the coin but instead of like granting me wishes or something the fish just sat there.
And that was when I woke up.
I had a dream that was all very normal and mundane until the end when it turned super creepy.
So for most of the dream I was with my family in “our house” which was some random house that actually was not my parents’ house. For a good portion of the dream we were just hanging out and doing family things. Then around 9:30pm we decided to bake a cake as a family activity, but we were out of flour so I volunteered to run out to the store to get some. I went outside and found there was a ton of ice on our cars so I began to scrape off the car I was going to drive.
Suddenly, the dream shifted perspective and instead of being myself I was some non-entity watching myself scrape the ice off the car. And as this non-entity I saw a guy in a gorilla suit randomly dart past a street light a few houses down the street.
The man in the gorilla suit started to creep closer to the me scraping off the car and suddenly another man in a gorilla suit appeared from the shadows of another house across the street. Both seemed to have the intention of mugging and/or raping the me scraping off the car so I tried to warn myself.
I screamed and shouting but no sound could be heard since I was really nothing but a distant, bodiless observer. Luckily, I guess, the porch light flickered which drew the attention of the me scraping off the car and that me spotted the gorilla suited men. That me shouted and ran to the front porch gripping the ice scraper tightly, ready to wield it as a weapon.
The gorilla suited men stopped and the perspective snapped back to first person and I was once again myself. Scared I stood there, bathed in the porch light with the ice scraper held above my head. The porch light flickered again and sputtered out and I couldn’t see a thing.
I screamed as I heard the gorilla suited men advance once more and began to bang on the door, and ring the doorbell but no one answered. The lights shining for the windows in the house suddenly went out and still the gorilla suited men approached and still I screamed until I woke up.
Unfortunately I don’t remember all of the details but I had a dream that was sort of set in the A Song of Ice and Fire / Game of Thrones universe.
Joffrey was king and his wedding with Margaery was fast approaching and instead of the whole poisoning thing that happened in the books (and I assume will be happening in the show) the Tyrells cast a curse upon Joffrey that made him have massive internal bleeding and turned his intestines into an abacus. Why an abacus, I have no idea.
Anyway, so yeah Joffrey was dramatically dying and then this girl named Lucia, who in the dream universe apparently was Joffrey’s cousin, appeared and she took him into a room that had these iron-cast stamp things with the names of the kings of Westeros hanging on a wall. She told him he had to use his before he died for some reason I do not recall.
Lucia then went off somewhere and Joffrey used the iron stamp thing but like, what I really don’t understand in my dream logic was that the stamp didn’t say “Joffrey Baratheon” or even “Joffrey Lannister” but “S Concord”. Also when Joffrey used this iron stamp, he wasn’t like branding anything, or even using wax, but just dipping it in acrylic paint and stamping “S Concord” onto red construction paper.
After Joffrey finished stamping, he started coughing up blood and then just gradually faded into nothingness. Lucia came back and hung the stamp Joffrey had used on wall with the other kings names, and so “S Concord” joined the wall of kings and was forever remembered.
I had a long string of weird dreams last night but the weirdest was this kind of terrifying nightmarish one.
I don’t remember why but I was like some freelance private investigator and got roped into this case that ended up dealing with like this really powerful illuminati group.
I had to go infiltrate some creepy mansion but it was dangerous so I had like some task force team thing which consisted of basically Dean from Supernatural but his name was Grayther and a nameless guy that apparently had superpowers similar to Superman, but instead of Kryptonite, his weakness was this special kind of glass made from volcanic sand.
Anyway, so we stealthily broke into the mansion only to find no one there. We began looking around and found nothing of interest really. The superman guy stayed with me but Grayther went off on his own. The superman guy and I came across this dark room and when we found the lights we found we were in a very pretty room with a chandelier.
The superman guy walked forward and the chandelier fell. He dodged it but lo and behold, it was made of the special volcanic glass that he was vulnerable to. A single chard had pierced him and he was badly wounded.
Terrified I screamed and shouted for Grayther. He quickly found me and the injured superman guy and together we pulled the superman guy to a nearby couch and Grayther (who apparently had some background with medicine) started to tend to him.
While Grayther did that, I gazed at the broken chandelier for a while and then realized there was some sort of writing on it. I went to get a closer look but suddenly froze because out of the corner of my eye I saw the door across the hall close.
The next thing I knew, the walls of the room suddenly were covered with menacing words written in blood and we were doomed.