Death of Jeff Jansen
Dear god I need an analyst I'm thinking...
one of the wierdest dreams I have had in a long time
-Dad tells me that I have to be at this such and such church on Sunday (the Sunday of Christmas day). I have never been to this church.
-I go to the church, which has a built in highway exit ramp into it, and find a lot of people already congregating inside. They are all wearing black. Then I see a poster board with some pictures on it. Then I realize that I am at a funeral of Jeff Jansen. Why my father didn’t tell me where I was going confused me, but I went to find a seat anyway.
-I recognize my brother in the front pew sitting next to classmates I didn’t like. But strangely didn’t recognize anybody there except three people, who were not classmates. Yet everyone there, in my dream, was either family of my classmates or the classmates.
-Of the three I recognized, one was Matt, and the other was My Aunt Kay (who I haven’t seen by the way since Christmas so it has to be the tie-in or otherwise I have no idea), who sat right next to me. She wasn’t my aunt of course, but Jeff and my algebra teacher.
-near the end of the ceremony, a red convertible 1970’s mustang crashed through the door, sped down the aisle, and parked in front of the casket. No one was driving, or appeared to be driving. The door mysteriously opened, then shut. Then with white smoke and peeling wheels, the car flew back down the aisle and out of the church. Like everyone was expecting it to happen, they all got up and made ready to leave.
-I walked out the door and down to the parking garage in the basement. In the stairwell, I lied to Joe Morse about having put up drywall in this church when it undergone reconstruction (you know, when they put in the highway exit ramp). He invited me to the reception only for Jeff’s friends, which I really wouldn’t say I was. Hell, before I showed up to the Church, I hadn’t even known Jeff died. I reluctantly agreed to go, even though I promised to meet my family over at my grandmother’s house for Christmas dinner.
Here’s where it gets really weird…
-I show up and I see there is a progression of people heading up the stairs to a crummy apartment complex. I don’t recognize a soul, but for some reason I accept these foreign substitutes as replacements for my classmates. I decided to not go in. I turn around to get back in my car and I see Isaac behind me. He had obviously decided the same thing, though why on earth he did not go in seemed completely off to me.
-I call out to Isaac and he walks over to my car. I learn that he’s already been in there with others who were Jeff’s real friends, and it was they who rigged the mustang with remote controls and drove it into the church.
-I ask him, because he looked a little tipsy, to catch a ride home with me. He agrees and we set off back down the road.
-On the way back home I decide it’s a good idea to go fly a kite. Isaac wants to come along, so we stop at a park. And he and I get a huge ass kite out of the trunk and get ready to fly it. Except this kite is different, the kite is so big that it can lift a person in the air if they are holding onto the string next to it. So Isaac and I take turns, one running, and one person flying up in the air, swishing around like the tail of the kite.
-When we finally tire of our new found game, we head back to the car. This is where we see a skinny girl get into a yellow, beat-up, old Volkswagen bug. Isaac explains to me that it was Jeff’s girlfriend. Sitting in the driver’s seat, she starts dumping gasoline all over her and the interior of the car. Before I can even think of what’s to follow, she ignites in flames. Her screams carry loudly over to us and I start to cringe. I look over to Isaac and see him staring at her with admiration, like it was a perfectly acceptable pyre right for any grieving woman.
-As we started to get into my car, the flaming woman started her engine and started to speed right for us. I started to run away from the car with the kite, and when I looked back, I saw Isaac climb into the passenger seat nonchalantly, and just sit there, like he was waiting for the enviable. Right before her car reaches mine, I see Isaac turn my way, wave, and flash me a chilling smile.
-Her car strikes mine, and both explode upon impact.
-I start to run again with the kite. The wind is blowing especially violently (probably from the explosion I thought), and soon the kite takes off the ground with such force that it carries me with it.
-I am soaring through the air when all of a sudden I am thrown from the string and I fall toward the earth. I remember looking back to what caused me to lose my grip, and I saw my kite being eaten by the “kite-eating-tree.”
That’s it… weird, eh? and I didn't even get into the weirdest details...
my analyst (if I had one) would ask me then, "What do you think it means?"
and my answer would be...
"Well, it's obvious that it has something to do with death. I mean, there's the death of Jeff Jansen (he's not really dead to the best of my knowledge), Joe Morris (he is dead), the mustang might represent Tom J. (I know he didn't drive a mustang, but Joe, a friend of ours did), the "suttee" (look it up bitches, it's a Brahmin outlawed tradition) pysco-bitch in the volkswagon, Isaac, and finally the Kite-Eating Tree eating my kite all delt with the issue of death. And they all deal with deaths of relatively young people (though where the kite fits in I haven't the foggiest... maybe it was a new kite). So I dunno, maybe I am afraid of dying too soon?"
and he would just nod and say perhaps...
then I would get angry because I was paying him big bucks/hour for him to only tell me "perhaps" and "maybe..."
and then he would just nod and tell me to continue...
jerk-off...
Why the fuck did I go to an analyst anyway?
-sib-
one of the wierdest dreams I have had in a long time
-Dad tells me that I have to be at this such and such church on Sunday (the Sunday of Christmas day). I have never been to this church.
-I go to the church, which has a built in highway exit ramp into it, and find a lot of people already congregating inside. They are all wearing black. Then I see a poster board with some pictures on it. Then I realize that I am at a funeral of Jeff Jansen. Why my father didn’t tell me where I was going confused me, but I went to find a seat anyway.
-I recognize my brother in the front pew sitting next to classmates I didn’t like. But strangely didn’t recognize anybody there except three people, who were not classmates. Yet everyone there, in my dream, was either family of my classmates or the classmates.
-Of the three I recognized, one was Matt, and the other was My Aunt Kay (who I haven’t seen by the way since Christmas so it has to be the tie-in or otherwise I have no idea), who sat right next to me. She wasn’t my aunt of course, but Jeff and my algebra teacher.
-near the end of the ceremony, a red convertible 1970’s mustang crashed through the door, sped down the aisle, and parked in front of the casket. No one was driving, or appeared to be driving. The door mysteriously opened, then shut. Then with white smoke and peeling wheels, the car flew back down the aisle and out of the church. Like everyone was expecting it to happen, they all got up and made ready to leave.
-I walked out the door and down to the parking garage in the basement. In the stairwell, I lied to Joe Morse about having put up drywall in this church when it undergone reconstruction (you know, when they put in the highway exit ramp). He invited me to the reception only for Jeff’s friends, which I really wouldn’t say I was. Hell, before I showed up to the Church, I hadn’t even known Jeff died. I reluctantly agreed to go, even though I promised to meet my family over at my grandmother’s house for Christmas dinner.
Here’s where it gets really weird…
-I show up and I see there is a progression of people heading up the stairs to a crummy apartment complex. I don’t recognize a soul, but for some reason I accept these foreign substitutes as replacements for my classmates. I decided to not go in. I turn around to get back in my car and I see Isaac behind me. He had obviously decided the same thing, though why on earth he did not go in seemed completely off to me.
-I call out to Isaac and he walks over to my car. I learn that he’s already been in there with others who were Jeff’s real friends, and it was they who rigged the mustang with remote controls and drove it into the church.
-I ask him, because he looked a little tipsy, to catch a ride home with me. He agrees and we set off back down the road.
-On the way back home I decide it’s a good idea to go fly a kite. Isaac wants to come along, so we stop at a park. And he and I get a huge ass kite out of the trunk and get ready to fly it. Except this kite is different, the kite is so big that it can lift a person in the air if they are holding onto the string next to it. So Isaac and I take turns, one running, and one person flying up in the air, swishing around like the tail of the kite.
-When we finally tire of our new found game, we head back to the car. This is where we see a skinny girl get into a yellow, beat-up, old Volkswagen bug. Isaac explains to me that it was Jeff’s girlfriend. Sitting in the driver’s seat, she starts dumping gasoline all over her and the interior of the car. Before I can even think of what’s to follow, she ignites in flames. Her screams carry loudly over to us and I start to cringe. I look over to Isaac and see him staring at her with admiration, like it was a perfectly acceptable pyre right for any grieving woman.
-As we started to get into my car, the flaming woman started her engine and started to speed right for us. I started to run away from the car with the kite, and when I looked back, I saw Isaac climb into the passenger seat nonchalantly, and just sit there, like he was waiting for the enviable. Right before her car reaches mine, I see Isaac turn my way, wave, and flash me a chilling smile.
-Her car strikes mine, and both explode upon impact.
-I start to run again with the kite. The wind is blowing especially violently (probably from the explosion I thought), and soon the kite takes off the ground with such force that it carries me with it.
-I am soaring through the air when all of a sudden I am thrown from the string and I fall toward the earth. I remember looking back to what caused me to lose my grip, and I saw my kite being eaten by the “kite-eating-tree.”
That’s it… weird, eh? and I didn't even get into the weirdest details...
my analyst (if I had one) would ask me then, "What do you think it means?"
and my answer would be...
"Well, it's obvious that it has something to do with death. I mean, there's the death of Jeff Jansen (he's not really dead to the best of my knowledge), Joe Morris (he is dead), the mustang might represent Tom J. (I know he didn't drive a mustang, but Joe, a friend of ours did), the "suttee" (look it up bitches, it's a Brahmin outlawed tradition) pysco-bitch in the volkswagon, Isaac, and finally the Kite-Eating Tree eating my kite all delt with the issue of death. And they all deal with deaths of relatively young people (though where the kite fits in I haven't the foggiest... maybe it was a new kite). So I dunno, maybe I am afraid of dying too soon?"
and he would just nod and say perhaps...
then I would get angry because I was paying him big bucks/hour for him to only tell me "perhaps" and "maybe..."
and then he would just nod and tell me to continue...
jerk-off...
Why the fuck did I go to an analyst anyway?
-sib-
the Omnipotent... Everybody loves SuperInsignificantBoy wrote this at 9:39 PM
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