watermelon brains

I'm starting to think that I stopped letting myself get enough sleep because subconsciously I didn't want to deal with the disturbing dreams I'd have if I'd let myself get enough sleep.

Last night I dreamt I was at my parents' house. It kept switching between being inside and outside, but I think mostly it was outside because there was some flying going on. Asshead, my very first "boyfriend" ever (although I hate to even call him a boyfriend after what he put me through), was in it as the aggressor, as he usually is.

Up in front of this cupboard thing that we had to fly to get to, there were hovering plates where holograms of objects would appear and solidify into whatever they were showing. For some reason he and I were "together" in this dream, although I hated and feared him and did not want to have any sort of involvement with him. I think he had "claimed" me or something like that in the dream. It was as if he were a demon--long greasy hair, dressed all in black. We were fighting about who got to keep their own apartment, although I think it would be more accurate to say we were gambling or playing a game of chance because of how these hovering plates worked. I don't know why someone had to lose their apartment in the dream, but that's what was going on. We had to look at the hovering plates and if a cake showed up in one, it meant that whoever touched it got to keep living in their apartment and not have to move. Someone beyond us was controlling the plates, and ultimately my fate.

(At some point during all this, a picture/collage of Jesus showed up next to the plates. Jesus was kind of "alive" in it and could react to what I was saying via facial expressions, almost like the "alive" paintings in Harry Potter. I started yelling at Jesus for allowing this game to happen. His face started to contort into some kind of anger, but I kept yelling at him, basically telling him to shut up and listen and his facial expression calmed down. It's really interesting to me that this part of the dream happened because normally something like that would scare me, but at this point, Asshead was the scarier situation, not that I was yelling furiously at the Son of God.)

I really wanted to keep my apartment because it somehow meant that I wouldn't have to move in with him. I think if I "lost" the deal that I'd be bound to him. Right before a cake was supposed to appear on a hovering plate, I had remembered that he wasn't even living in his own apartment anymore, that he was living with his mom. I tried to reason with him, but he was being incredibly selfish by saying that he was going to touch the cake so he could keep this apartment that he wasn't even living in--an apartment he didn't even own and would have to pay rent for. It made no sense and he was doing it so he could control me. I reminded him that he didn't need it, but he didn't listen. It was a very sneaky move on his part to act like he needed that apartment.

Unfortunately, right after I told Asshead he shouldn't be able to keep it, a plastic cartoonish cake appeared on a plate closer to him, he reached over and touched it as quickly as he could. He had this "too bad for you," attitude when he did it and I was so upset.

Seeing as how he'd just "won," he started coming after me. I could fly, so as in all my flying dreams, I was fighting to fly but could only manage to get about an inch or so above his fingertips, just barely escaping his grasp.

I floated around, trying to get away but it wasn't working and I had to land in this apple tree in my parents' front yard. Apple trees aren't that tall so he started running toward me and almost got me, but something happened and he turned into a watermelon. Quickly, we (I think my sister was there) picked up the watermelon and I remember it sort of had a crack in it so I threw it hard onto the ground from over the railing of the front deck. I knew that the watermelon was his head and that when it broke open on the gravel driveway that he would have to be dead/destroyed because his brains were coming out of his skull.

EXCEPT...

I turned my back, ready to get away from there, relieved he was finally gone, only to hear the scrambling sound of his body morphing back into his human form, completely unharmed. From there, he started chasing me again almost Exorcist crab-walk style and I woke up.