After coming home close to midnight and working together with 2 other designers to print, spray mount on Art Card and collate at least 60 logos along side the several dozen A3 boards, i came home exhausted.
It wasn't long until i had to excuse myself from a MSN conversation because my brain wasn't thinking straight. For some stupid reason, i still kept thinking about the logos and thinking of ways i could have made them better or give other alternatives. I guess that's one of the downfalls of being a Creative person, one tends to over think it and it's forever embedded in the walls of ones brain.
After realising that i needed sleep and the dodgy late night teeny bopper series was of no interest to me, i headed to bed. As i lay there motionless staring into nothingness i could still hear the tv and if only my apartment was equipped with The Clapper i wouldn't have to haul arse out of bed to switch everything off.
Within seconds of switching off my bedside table light i was out cold.
I soon entered a world bursting with colour laced with a multitude of twisted emotions. Often so real that i can't help but think my waking hours are so mundane in comparison.
...
I was standing in my parents kitchen [although out of the past 27 years of existence i have no recollection of them owning such a house with such a design] but as the brain proves that it is able to configure practically anything out of nothing, i didn't feel out of place. With modern fixtures and a common yellow theme throughout the kitchen, the windows seemed to only emphasize the vast amount of space. A space that could easily house an extended family.
Much like MTV Cribs when they show a superstar's fridge as a MUST SEE, i stand before this huge fridge to take a sneak peak at its contents. I am apparently been asked to make soup.
Soup? And as if i'm in some game show i'm only limited to what is in the fridge. I come across a vegetable that looks more like it's been ripped out of the jungle with roots and foliage still attached. I'm told if you strip the leaves the flower inside can be dissected. At which point in my dream i am fascinated that such a plant even exists and want to examine its family tree. When in reality i'm thinking... WHAT THE FUCK? Hurry up and make soup already!
Which is when my dream somehow transforms itself and i'm lying on this day bed. There's a male figure at the foot of the bed who looks familiar with boyish features. It seems as if we know each other and i feel at ease with him.
As if the conversation needed some spicing up because "just talking" is so common, i allow him to do some reflexology on my feet. And like magic our innocent conversation leads him to expose his top half. [At which point i'm thinking... WELL HELLO THERE!] I'm watching his slightly tanned, well defined muscles in his shoulders and chest flex with every movement. I can only assume this male person is in fact my partner and not some paid service!
It continues to get slightly more X-rated... of course.
And i soon find out he has more than a foot fetish and like a crazed beast he tries to literally bite my toes off! Strangely, i don't fight back and as if being toe-less is part of the whole game i let this animal behavior continue. It is as if i am some dominatrix allowing him to devour my feet knowing very well that such actions will have dire consequences and will lead to some serious punishment.
...
And then my eyes spring open the second the Devils' Spawn's bigger-than-rice-grain teeth takes a nibble on my left foot.
It wasn't long until i had to excuse myself from a MSN conversation because my brain wasn't thinking straight. For some stupid reason, i still kept thinking about the logos and thinking of ways i could have made them better or give other alternatives. I guess that's one of the downfalls of being a Creative person, one tends to over think it and it's forever embedded in the walls of ones brain.
After realising that i needed sleep and the dodgy late night teeny bopper series was of no interest to me, i headed to bed. As i lay there motionless staring into nothingness i could still hear the tv and if only my apartment was equipped with The Clapper i wouldn't have to haul arse out of bed to switch everything off.
Within seconds of switching off my bedside table light i was out cold.
I soon entered a world bursting with colour laced with a multitude of twisted emotions. Often so real that i can't help but think my waking hours are so mundane in comparison.
...
I was standing in my parents kitchen [although out of the past 27 years of existence i have no recollection of them owning such a house with such a design] but as the brain proves that it is able to configure practically anything out of nothing, i didn't feel out of place. With modern fixtures and a common yellow theme throughout the kitchen, the windows seemed to only emphasize the vast amount of space. A space that could easily house an extended family.
Much like MTV Cribs when they show a superstar's fridge as a MUST SEE, i stand before this huge fridge to take a sneak peak at its contents. I am apparently been asked to make soup.
Soup? And as if i'm in some game show i'm only limited to what is in the fridge. I come across a vegetable that looks more like it's been ripped out of the jungle with roots and foliage still attached. I'm told if you strip the leaves the flower inside can be dissected. At which point in my dream i am fascinated that such a plant even exists and want to examine its family tree. When in reality i'm thinking... WHAT THE FUCK? Hurry up and make soup already!
Which is when my dream somehow transforms itself and i'm lying on this day bed. There's a male figure at the foot of the bed who looks familiar with boyish features. It seems as if we know each other and i feel at ease with him.
As if the conversation needed some spicing up because "just talking" is so common, i allow him to do some reflexology on my feet. And like magic our innocent conversation leads him to expose his top half. [At which point i'm thinking... WELL HELLO THERE!] I'm watching his slightly tanned, well defined muscles in his shoulders and chest flex with every movement. I can only assume this male person is in fact my partner and not some paid service!
It continues to get slightly more X-rated... of course.
And i soon find out he has more than a foot fetish and like a crazed beast he tries to literally bite my toes off! Strangely, i don't fight back and as if being toe-less is part of the whole game i let this animal behavior continue. It is as if i am some dominatrix allowing him to devour my feet knowing very well that such actions will have dire consequences and will lead to some serious punishment.
...
And then my eyes spring open the second the Devils' Spawn's bigger-than-rice-grain teeth takes a nibble on my left foot.
3 comments:
my dreams always ALWAYS end with me killing a Zombie.
ALWAYS.
Hmmmm... Dreaming of Zombies
I THINK U NEED TO GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!!! You and your cat getting it on is too perverse!hahaha!
by the way according to dreammoods dictionary feet symbolises...Feet
To see your own feet in your dream, symbolizes your foundation, stability and sense of understanding. It signifies your need to be more practical and sensible. Keep both feet on the ground. Alternatively, it represents mobility, independence and freedom. Perhaps you have taken a step in the right direction and are contemplating your goals or your next step. The sole of the foot may be a pun of being or feeling like the only support of some person/situation.
Consider also the pun of "putting your foot in your mouth".
To dream that you are washing your feet, indicates that others can easily take advantage of you.
In particular for the people of India, to dream of the feet may symbolize divine qualities since the feet are considered the holiest part of the body.
to dream bites...To see bites in your dream, forewarns of danger from someone who has wished you harm, either physical or monetary. Be careful of people who surround you.
To dream that you are being bitten, represents your vulnerability regarding your unresolved issues emotions. You may be pestered by a problem or obstacle.
To dream that you are being bitten by a vampire, signifies your need to shut out a person in your life who has been using you. It is time to open your eyes and stand up for your self. Do not let yourself be manipulated and played for a fool.
To dream of biting someone in your dream, signifies the pressure you are putting on some people causing them great distress. You may have unexpressed, perhaps even childish, feelings of anger or resentment that need to be recognized. This dream is a message for you to lighten up and alleviate the stress that you are putting on others.
Basically, lighten up and ur on your way to greatness!
The man in that dream is a just feet freak..eheheh
Miss Feet
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