WARNING: MATURE

Last night I had a dream about my aunt being incestual with my cousin...

I don\'t remember the entire thing anymore, but it had to do with she was sitting on the couch, my cousin (her son) next to her and me next to him. He was talking to me and being nice to me like he never did before. He was saying he had changed and he liked me now. He got really upset and started crying, and I went to hold him a little, but it didn\'t work. The his mom (my aunt Laura) went to hold him a little more then I had (because he was willing to let her a little more), and that worked a little better but still not much. Then she let him lick her in a certian place that can be guessed if you are informed enough to know what I am talking about. While he was doing that, I went to talk to my sister Tara about something emotional, it was related to Nick (cousin), but it wasn\'t about that (I don\'t remember what it was). My sister Tara is never emotional, not in the kind that she would need or want to be talked to about it. (That\'s literally.) We were talking right next to Nick and whispering with pieces of paper in front of our mouths (in our dream, it muffled the sound more for him), and I was always worried about my sister whispering too loud, which she always does do in real life. After that I was talking to my biological mother, I think, who I hate with a passion and would not talk to about anything whatsoever, including my favorite color. Alhtough I get the impression that it wasn\'t her, it was someone else, because I don\'t rememebr who it was, but I know I never got the chance to talk to my aunt. Or maybe it was my aunt... Yes, it was definitely my aunt. My biological mother wasn\'t even in the dream. When I was talking to her we went in the bedroom, and my cousin Nick was standing at the door and overheard. We were talking about the activities she had been allowing him to do to her, she said it was the only way to calm him down and get him to stop crying. I was saying that was probably why he wouldn\'t stop until she did it, because she allowed him to do it in the first place. He was 17. In actuality, I am 19 (almost 20) and he is a year younger then me (a year and a half). He was the same age he is now in the dream, I think, but for some reason the number 17 popped into my head while I was writing this post. By the way, he was crying as a real person, not as a 10-year-old in a store who wants the candy; he was actually upset. Like if someone you cared about had died (and you cared). But in the dream it was as if he was being treated the way you would treat someone who was under 18 if you were their parent/guardian. Although that situation actually never came up. He just seemed to be acting that way. So maybe he was 17. I don\'t know. Anyway, he reacted in some way when he overheard our conversation. I was talking to her the way you would talk to someone who has a problem. She didn\'t enjoy it, but she did come to the conclusion that people generally come to when doing (or allowing) activities like that. She did get \"fun\" out of it in that way. But she didn\'t enjoy it. I don\'t rememebr what his reaction was. Then I woke up. Bitch of a biological mother.

Weirdest. Dream. Ever.

Oh yes. At some point, Tara\'s friend was in the dream. It was not a specific friend, but she was probably black and none of the friends that she currently (or has ever) had.

[Edited on 6/10/2005 by God]

[Edited on 11/14/2005 by God]

Yeah, I kind of had to \"code\" it, or risk being persecuted at this board....

One time I had a dream that I was skateboarding on Rainbow Icecream, and some realy odd looking guy was shooting me with springkles...try to top that. I also had a dream that I was in Resedent Evil, and I got flushed down a tolet. I also had a dream that I was Mega-Man Trigger from MML, and I was on top of the Flutter when it was moving, and my friend Kevin was on top of the flutter with me, I\'m not shoure why, but for some odd reson a box like you would find in runes, was flying about 10feet away from us, and when I tryed to jump to get it I could not jump...odd isn\'t it.

When it was 5 it had a dream where it was Christmas (not around Christmas time IRL). We were at it\'s grandma\'s. IRL, we really did go to it\'s grandma\'s (well, old house now) for Christmas. Everything about the dream was complete reality.

It doesn\'t remember the details so much now as it used to, but the important part was this: It\'s Grandpa Ken was sitting in a chair looking out the window. The red, leather chair he was sitting in didn\'t exist IRL, but that\'s not important, nor is the fact that he was sitting next to the Christmas tree, which was in the corner. He was looking out the window and it was snowing, and there was something in the dream related to sound, or voice... he couldn\'t hear most of us, maybe? It remembered the dream perfectly a year ago. But then it\'s brain cells are being killed by becoming a lesser version of Wind (depression-wise), and whatnot. It\'s grandma asked it to go get the ziploc bag of fake snow off her dresser, so he could throw it outside and make it snow (real snow). Somewhere in the dream (which it remembered a year ago... ), she told it not to touch it, be very careful, it was a high warning. It thinks. It went to get the fake snow, and brought it back to it\'s grandpa. He spilled some on his... oh yes. At one point in the dream, before it\'s grandma asked it to go get the fake snow, he told it to look out the window, at how beautiful the snow was (falling and on-ground). That wasn\'t all there was to the dream; it was an actual-length one rather then just 5 minutes, and stuff happened before this. He spilled the fake snow on his leg, and it started to burn a hole through his leg. Not like burning, but like a chemical or like acid; when something slowly disintegrates and the hole gets bigger to a certian point but then just deeper. Everyone was yelling and looking and pointing, and going \"Ken, Ken, your leg!,\" and he looked down and was like, \"What!? What\'s wrong with my leg?\" He didn\'t see any problem. He knew the hole was there, but he didn\'t find a problem with it, nor was it causing him any pain. The fake snow continued to burn a hole through his leg, and then through the chair. While the snow was sill burning through the chair, it woke up. Weird that it remembers this dream as being while on it\'s daybed (that it used for sleeping) in the house it\'s dad bought when it was in 11th grade-summer. (But it knows the dream was real, as it had recounted it many times before that.) It woke up calm. The dream was not scary.

A few months later, it\'s Grandpa Ken died.

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It used to think it had psychic powers, like the fact that it can a lot of, even most of the time (if it wants to) sing a song it\'s never heard before exactly right lyric-for-lyric including scatting and ahs (since it can do that anyway with songs it DOES know), rhythm-for-rhythm and on correct pitch. But after meeting Wind, it knows that\'s not true. It would be much more obvious.

Well okay not knows, but it has significantly lessened the possibility of thinking things like it had a preemptive dream which related to it\'s grandpa Ken\'s death and can often flawlessly sing songs it\'s never heard before, among other things, mean anything.