Dream #10

I had this dream last night, it isn't overly narrative. I just remember some interesting random bits.

Summary:
I'm in the arctic with a random girl and two poachers with their guns. We have a captive panda. Somewhere in "Official Authority Figure Land" a television or radio news report insists that the panda be released because they are a protected species. I watch as the men release the panda which runs skidding across the ice before one man shoots his shotgun and part of the panda explodes. Before the rest of the panda comes skidding to a halt a second shot rings out from the other poacher that tears the rest of the panda in half while creating a hole in the ice under it. The head and most of the panda's body sink into the water leaving one chunk of bright red meat on the ice. It was very graphic. One of the poachers then hands me a small piece of the panda which I sample. It has a taste that is a strange mix of watermelon and meat. The poachers divide the rest of the meat into four equal portions and put it into big goblet type cups. He hands me mine and the others start eating. I resolve not to eat mine and offer it to whoever wants it. The girl next to me quickly accepts, but does issue remorse for the death of the panda.

Influences:
All I have for this one is that I have a thing with pandas. I got my girlfriend a stuffed one for Valentines day last year and since we got into quasi fight last night before I went to bed, maybe my brain put some stuff together.

Overall Mood:
Simpathy and Disgust

Dream #9

Note: This dream happened about a week ago. This is what I remember.

Summary:
There is a gathering in my home back in Four Oaks. I am there and presumably so is the rest of my family. I feel like it's a party of some sort. I was chewing a finger food and my jaw suddenly popped painfully out of alignment, sort of like what happens to it because of braces, but worse. I got a little panicky but using my hands I tried to adjust the diagonally hung jaw and pop it back into place. Finally I found a direction I seemed to be able to push it in and thus did so. That is when the left side of my jaw completely detached from my skull and just hung down. At this point, I freaked out a little. It was as if I had bent a lego too far or a tinker toy or something and it had just popped out of socket. Immediately I started looking for my Dad who I saw walking around. He was in a hurry questioning people at the party. I assumed he was alarmed at my current state and so when he rushed out the front door I followed him hoping for medical help. He ran down the road that goes by the side of my house, past my aunt's house, to the last house before the Four Oaks swimming pool parking lot. This building had a trial down one side that led to a sheltered type building. Dad was still walking in a hurry and I was following close behind.
When we turned the corner into the shed it became apparent that it was a dog kennel or groomer of some sort. There, from a "Cops style" perspective I watched my father walk to the cage where my mother was standing and he surprised her and said something along the lines of "I should have known you'd be here." He was obviously very angry and my mother very distressed that she had been found out. My dad picked up the medium sized white fluffy dog from the cage my mother was in by the collar and slapped it in the face, then threw it back in the cage. Mom, I noticed, was raking rigatoni pasta off the floor of the dog's pen and was crying the whole time as my father left.
I followed my dad quickly back out of the shed, still trying to get his attention for my destroyed jaw. He paid me no attention. Then, in a desparate attempt to get his attention I began squeezing a steady stream of ground beef from my mouth into a pile on the ground. Still no luck, instead he got into a car outside the house and drove into a quiet ocean or sea that was suddenly next to the dog place. It wasn't as if he were killing himself, he looked as if he had someplace to go, but I remember seeing the silhouette of him in his car disappear under the water. My mother then came out and followed him soon after. I was left standing with a detached jaw.

Influences:
No clue on this one. The pasta that my mother was raking off the dog's floor was the same type of noodle we have in Wag all the time. Earlier that week I had commented to my old roommate about how everything we get at Wag has that same type of noodle in it.

Overall Mood:
LISTEN TO ME!!!!