I had this dream that I had a next door neighbor that was a stalker. He could morph into innocent things to gain entry to my house and he would come in at night watch me sleep. One night I caught him in his human form and be bodly admitted what he was doing and then turned into a little black dog, I grabbed a gun and was going to shoot the dog, but couldn't and realized that I would only have killed a dog and he would have came back into something else, so I guess he didn't morph, he stole bodies. I couldn't call the police on him for obvious reasons and I couldn't escape him. I had an idea to change the car of what my 'ideal man' would drive and I looked in his garage and saw that he couldn't get his car started! I tricked him, so I changed it again (in a drop down menu selection in my head) and he kept changing cars but couldn't get them started, so he couldn't come over (?) eventually, I ran out of cars and he was pissed and somehow I was in a parking garage with my car parked next to his and he was backing out beside me and he hit the wall and I was thinking "what a shitty driver" then I realized that he was actually just getting closer and closer to my car and grinding and grinding into the side. So I take it to the same place where he was morphing his cars (?) and ask if anyone knows him there and this guy does and I tell him what he did to my car and the guy said he would take care of it. Stalker shows up and I see that the guy just sent him a text. Stalker guy is pissed and then starts bragging about all of the fucked up stuff he has done to me when I was sleeping or drugged. Said he had me so scared once that I pissed myself and he had to change my pants and I had this flashback that I had woken up one morning in different clothes and it was such a terrible feeling. Worst dream I've had in a while. I can distinctly remember this guy's face. If I saw him on the street, I would shit my pants. I remember he wore Jeffrey Dahmer glasses. He looked a lot like this guy: And this guy:
Last night I had a dream that I was PM-ing Bigmama from an isle at CVS while she was looking at toilet paper and then it dawned on me that I could just turn and talk to her, but I finished my PM instead.
I wish I could remember mine. I have had some I thought would make a killer movie. Along the line of a movie like "Butterfly Effect" its in the morning hours like 0400 to early to get up and write it down but I'll think "Damn wat a killer dream! Could make a movie from that plot" Then later about 0600 I wake up again thinking. "WTH was that dream I had?"
