Mortal Mist

All your base are belong to us. And a new dream, for those partying it up in the wee hours of the morning (that don't already have lives).

The initial part of the dream is lost, having not been entirely relevant to the events that ensued shortly after the first 5 minutes of the dream.

After the initial, unimportant five minutes, it would be safe to say that zombie apocalypse overtook the area in a sudden burst. No rhyme, no reason, no build-up or coherent plan to why it was a zombie outbreak, but by God it happened!  There was a brief phase of running and screaming until it was all over, and the lull of aftermath had settled in. The dream picked up after the panic with myself, another man (did not recognize distinctly in any way) and a middle-age Asian woman (I believe of Chinese descent). We were weaponless, locationless, and had no plan what so ever. Thankfully, the antagonist of the dream had plans of his own...

We spent some time running through some sort of abandoned building, designed like my old high school without any of the same interior classrooms or landmarks. After a few narrow escapes and couple of easy to get away from attacks, we managed to get to the opposite end of the building and exit, only to run into another small band of survivors, led by Dennis Burkley (Theo, from Son-In-Law) in a red plaid shirt. He had two males with him, both that were unrecognizable as well (for now), and a woman that he at one point introduced as his daughter, played by Kelly Carlson (Kimber, of Nip/Tuck). There are a number of strange things about each of them, and items they carry, but they don't come up until later.

Theo (as he shall now be referred to as) wants nothing to do with the rest of my group, taking out a shotgun he had just acquired from a nearby raid and threatening our lives, going so far as to shoot in our direction to scare us off as we tried to get away from his craziness. As we escape, they head in a different direction and we manage to run into a little girl that has just had her parents get killed by the undead. The kid is hysterical, and the middle-aged Asian woman decides to take the kid along to keep her safe. More in between involving a lot of running around and a few scares of people almost being bitten by zombies that came from seemingly nowhere (these zombies were neither slow, nor fast, a very middle ground when it came to speed). Eventually, we find our way to another small building, and decide we need to do some supply shopping and arm ourselves.

A brief moment of searching the building turns up some so-so results: I manage to find a shotgun with 6 rounds, the other male in the group finds a kitchen knife in good condition, and the Asian woman was unable to find any weapons, but found some medical supplies and decided to stock up on them. As we were about to leave the building, a cat in the building knocked over some pots and pans, causing the little girl to scream loudly and in a shrill voice. As anyone who knows about zombies will tell you, this was not a good thing as it drew a very large crowd of the undead our direction. We make a break for it.

As we are running, with the undead keeping pace slightly, we duck into a building separating one part of the area we are in with another. It is basically a somewhat larger guard shack, with one way in and one way out. Each side of the building has walls coming out of it for some reason, but very useful for everything happening next. We spend the next few minutes doing the classic zombie survival technique of "grab everything heavy and throw it in front of the door to block them from coming in". It works, hands and arms reach through the cracks trying to grab for our faces but can't reach, so we effectively blockade them. We head out the other door and make our way through an empty courtyard until we get to the other side, where I decide to take a look back. And lo and behold, there's Theo and his "family" running across it too.

Theo locks eyes with us, we lock eyes with Theo, and we both know, it's on! The guy in our group decides he wants to have a 1-on-1 throw down with one of Theo's guys. Oh, and guess what? Turns out the guy that he wants to have a throw down with suddenly decides to turn into Benicio del Toro. And the two of them are going to have a knife fight. Awesome. And they go at it, no holds barred, instantly. Theo looks at me, I look at him, and we both raise our shotguns at the same time and engage. But we're at like 30 to 40 feet distance between us, so the shotguns aren't exactly "efficient". I have six rounds, he has an unknown amount of rounds. Asian woman and child take off for safety. Kimber stays near her dad for reasons that will be made clear shortly.

I aim down the sights as Theo does too, but I get the first shot off. It barely grazes him, but the way his clothes tussle and he winces makes it clear I at least grazed him. We are starting to basically make a big circle, both moving clockwise, and I reaim and fire again, hitting him a little better this time and causing him to start bleeding around his hip (I've been aiming for his torso, since it was the biggest target). He fires a round wide and misses. I fire again, hitting him on the opposite side form the last one (so now I've hit basically the left and right side of his hips). We've managed to get a lot closer, and he's fired off a lot of rounds, and has barely got me a few times (mostly in the legs, from the feeling of pin pricks I felt from it) at the distance, mostly because he was firing from the hip instead of aiming down the barrel. Now that we are closer and he's out of ammo, he decides to take a moment and reload, taking rounds from Kimber who's dishing them out like candy. I fire another shot at him, but it goes wide while he's reloading. We've actually narrowed the gap so much that we find it hard to avoid the knife fighters, which becomes a huge problem....right meow.

So I'm down to two shots, and Theo's down to who knows how many. The knife fighters are now completely BETWEEN myself and Theo. I aim down the barrel and go into bullet time, everything slowing down. While slowed, I think clearly to myself that I have to be careful of my shot not to hit the knife fighters. Theo goes from the left side of my field toward the right, just as I start to pull the trigger. There's a click, but the gun doesn't go off as the trigger isn't fully depressed and I was swinging the gun past the knife fighters. When Theo popped out on the other side, I immediately fired, catching him at short range in his lower right side of his stomach, causing a big blood spot to pool right as the shot hits. He stumbles, and I'm cocking the shotgun for the last round, while moving left, which would put me behind the fighters again, since they are backpedaling my direction. Theo looks pissed and raises the shotgun, obviously not thinking the same thing I was about not hitting the knife fighters. Benicio starts to fall backwards and has a look of "OMGWTFuuuuuuu..." and I try to yell out "Don't!" but it's too late. Theo fires, the "screen" (my field of vision) goes temporarily white, and bullet time ends.

Theo drops his shotgun and falls, finally dead. Benicio is on the ground, no visible injuries, but not moving and his eyes are closed. The Asian woman is standing over Kimber, the one that got hit in the process. There's an overhead shot of the Asian woman saying we had to help Kimber, and it fades black as she yells for them to help carry her. The dream fades back in, and we are all inside a small waiting area with a counter and a swinging countertop, separating the back two rooms from the front. Kimber is laying on the countertop and the Asian woman is trying to help her...by sewing her hands back to normal. Oh, yeah, big twist of the dream here is, Kimber apparently has arms and legs made out of some kind of yarn material, and the Asian woman is apparently a seamstress as she crafts Kimber's blown apart hands back to normal. I have claimed Theo's shotgun, but it only has one round left in it (presumably, the one I had in the other shotgun that is now MIA). The shotgun looks weird...like a Lazer Rifle from Fallout 3 (if you've seen it for easy reference) with a gravel road wrap on it for....camoflage? A bit odd.

The Asian woman heals up Kimber (kinda) and suddenly realizes the little girl is missing and wants to run outside to save her. She gets toward the door, when suddenly we hear a bunch of odd noises, like something is climbing on the roof, and completely stop moving. The Asian woman suddenly changes into a long haired blonde girl wearing a pink tank top (WTF?!) and looks terrified. I realize she's standing RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE DOOR and grab her and pull her away just as the door is ripped off it's hinges and flung out into the nothingness outside. Nothing comes in, but I have another realization. Kimber is laying on a counter with her head less than a foot away from a window big enough for her to be dragged out of, and she's immobile. Movie cliche, much? I run over and grab her leg, pulling her away as the window basically explodes inward and a three-clawed hand reaches in and digs into the counter where her head was, leaving three deep gashes. The next minute or so is basically a complete copy of the train scene from Resident Evil 1, walls being almost ripped open, the other guy spouting stupid lines about "what is it?!", me trying to aim at the thing and not waste the ONE round I have left. The woman is still worried about the kid, and we all know we won't be able to just stay in the building forever, so we make the decision...we are going to run out the front door and take our chances. It goes slow-mo as we start to run out, the walls still be ripped apart. It was weirdly epic in its own way, because there was like a blue spotlight coming in from outside, and we were running into it as outlined shadows.

Thusly, the dream ended...

I had a double-down dreamfest last night. Thanks to some unknown force, I woke up and had two separate dreams. I can only remember bits and pieces, but the entirety of the dream was lost thanks to early awakenings, one from unknown origin and the other from  my alarm clock waking me. I'll start with the shorter, and somewhat more "frightening" one (I use frightening lightly because the dream had a lot of sadness and panic in it, but did not carry over once I woke up like it sometimes does):

I was walking down a long, dark road with a friend. The friend was androgenous, in a way. The body of a man, but the face of a woman, quite clearly so. We were both running, as I needed to get to the airport for my flight that was supposed to be leaving pretty much the second I started venturing out to get to it. Halfway to the airport, I realized, I had forgotten my bag back home. In panic, I turned to my friend and asked if they could go back, retrieve the bag, and bring it to the airport while I continued on. I had to explain that I could check in and be at my flight gate and only have to check my bag at the last second. I was nearly in tears, and the friend agreed, disappearing into the darkness behind us. I carried on, quickly finding my way to the airport.

Inside the airport, I began to search for my flight provider, "United America Airlines". I ran through the entire airport, talking to various service counters, knocking over numerous people, blubbering and practically screaming how I needed to get to my flight. I finally found another air service that was close to the name of mine, "US Airlines". I asked them about my provider, and they said it no longer existed, had been absorbed by another airline. I asked who, and they told me (I forget the name of the third airline), and it was on the opposite side of the airport. They also said my flight had already left. I begged them for another flight at the same time, I needed to be back as soon as possible to my destination, it could not wait. The next flight to where I was going was 5 PM the next day.

I was outside, in the darkness. Rain began to fall around me and I ran onto the runway. I found a small commercial plane boarding passengers and dove into it as the door were closing. Fluffing off the water, I plopped down heavily into a leather seat of a rather extravagantly decorated jet, staring out the window. The plane took off, and I saw a large map of a globe and the line my plane was taking. I left from my hometown and flew first to Chicago. A brief stop, and off again heading toward Maryland. As the red line moved across the map to its final destination, I had one final thought: "I wonder if my friend is still waiting at the airport with my bag..."

I feel so bad that I abandoned them there and didn't tell them what was going on. Poor guy/girl...

My second, dream started out on what appeared to be a university campus (later, this was confirmed). I was not myself, instead taking on the role of a different person that I saw from both a 1st and 3rd person perspective depending on the situation (I will refer to it as "The I" since it was not technically me). Three of us stood outside of a building, while a group of girls dressed in lovely dresses told us what we were doing: picking out our dates for the Fraternity/Sorority Formal Ball as part of their philanthropy. The way it was played, a line of about 10 people would all stand on tops of ladders and look around them, and pick a date based on the idea of a clock (the old "bogey at 12 o'clock" concept, if that makes any sense). We were slightly unlucky, however, because we were at the back of the groups, meaning we only had a few people at a distance in front of us to pick from, instead of a complete 360 degree choice like some others had (they could also pick from passing people walking on sidewalks). The three of us ascended. The I would be the last to choose.

Friend A was up first. Looking across the green lawn to the high bushes on the far side, a group had just climbed up. Now, my dreams like to flow and change things on a whim to fit its agenda, so bear with me in this next part... From the back, a group of 10 girls stared forward, only able to make out their general shapes and clothing choices. Friend A spoke up, saying he thought the girl at his 3 o'clock was looking quite nice, saying he might choose her. As he said this, they all turned, and instantly appeared to be all men. Friend A flipped and the people that were behind us running our ladder section began to burst out laughing. Friend number 2, Ty, wearing a lovely outfit of a blue and green stripped polo, khaki cargo shorts, and flipflops, spoke up suddenly, saying "12 o'clock". He was dead serious, those damn green eyes behind his black hair locked on the guy standing. The guy Ty talked about had blonde hair, slightly spiked, a beard that wrapped around the underside of his chin but didn't connect to a mustache, and a grey tank top on. I must also say, the guy was pretty ripped. Ty's eyes met with 12 O'Clock, and they both smiled at each other. Yay for Ty!

The I was up, and the people behind The I were turning into dicks, trying to goad The I into choosing one of the guys to take, saying they were the only options left. Casting a defiant eye backwards, The I noticed that the snootiest of the bitches was right behind The I. So, ever defiant, The I spoke with a sneering term and said "6 o'clock". The guys gave a classic "oooooooh!" and the girl looked like she was a deer standing in front of a speeding car with horn blaring and headlights on high. She was obviously trying to think of a way out of it, but before she could, The I hopped down the ladder and walked past her. The I's true goal was just behind her, a lovely lady in a blue floral dress. The somewhat comical thing was, the choice The I had made was a girl that was another half his body taller than The I. (we're talking probably a 5 foot guy standing next to almost a 7 foot tall woman)

The I took the lady's hand and kissed the back of it, bowing to her as we both walked off. The next part of the event was to unfold: getting a gift for our choice before the Ball. All of us headed off to our destination: the "gift shop". The gift shop was actually a group of small shops inside of a building designed for students to use to buy supplies. The girl and The I were hitting it off already, smiling and laughing and having a good time. Entering the building, we scaled the stairs talking about something regarding The I's thoughts about the girl, but upon seeing her friends, the girl took off like she could not hear The I anymore. Stunned and laughing it off, The I banked into the first shop Ty and Friend A had entered. The clerk gave a nod, and The I found Ty and A in a small back area, searching through cruddy little knick-knacks for something to get. The I asked them right away if they noticed how women instantly became oblivious to everything the second they found their friends and branch off to their destination, much like the guys had done before and making a forking gesture with The I's hands. They laughed it off and went back to picking items. Friend A already had his item picked: a pair of flip flops (what's with this dream and flip flops @_@"). Ty was having a much harder time. He wanted something special for Brad (Mr. Blonde Hair, Grey Tank Top). He was looking at odd little boxes that appeared to have fishing lures in them. The I told told Ty quite bluntly that the gifts were crap, and he would need to get something special for Brad since it was clear how much Ty liked Brad. Ty was for it, but had no idea what to get. So, The I decided to try and help.

The first thing The I asked was what Ty knew Brad liked to do, to see if something was there. Ty looked completely lost and scared, and hesitantly muttered "writing...things". One dreamfuck later, and William Ryker was saying "Okay, good start. What else?" Then Jody LaForge jumped in, saying "Yeah, think deep about what you could get him..." (Star Trek randomness, ftw?! @_@"""") Everyone turned back to who they were before Star Trek invaded, and Ty went on a mini rampage of listing off everything under the sun that Brad liked to do. The I stopped Ty's ranting and told him it was already determined what Ty would get Brad: a notebook for a diary/journal for Brad to write in. The I suggested maybe college ruled paper, but Ty was hesitant. The I told him they should look, because The I knew the perfect thing to get then. On the way out, we were stopped by an older gentleman that must have been a teacher. He asked what we were looking for, and after telling him, he told us he knew exactly what to get (sounds familiar, eh?) He trucked us off toward the art department, where we were headed anyway, talking at great length about how awesome the item was he would show us. It sounded like the one The I had been planning: lots of pages, nice paper, hard black cover to keep it safe. As we entered the art shop, the older man wandered off, talking about how sturdy the cover was. As he trailed off about it, The I talked to Ty and said "it's so strong, you could drop it off Oldfather and it would just bounce and be perfectly fine". (Oldfather is a 14 story building on my old college campus, implying a high drop wouldn't hurt the notebook). The old man returned, item in hand.

It was a notebook, but not the one The I had been talking about. A 5-subject, college ruled paper, black flimsy plastic cover, with the cardboard/paper back. The old man was beaming, saying it was perfect! Ty, half-heartedly, agreed. The I, very bluntly, said "No." The man looked downtrodden and The I went on a mission. I remember at this point, there was a poster that read "Batman vs. Spawn", which was just funny to remember cause it was kind of random. After perusing the wares, The I finally found what was needed: a hard-cover (leather-bound) drawing notebook, with blank pages (no lines to stick between). The I brought it back, telling Ty that it was better because it did not restrict Brad's creative writing and he could do more with it if he was artsy and drew as well. Ty thought it was great. The old man was gone. It ended with a little of a cliche, sort of like the last one, with The I telling Ty "Now, the hard part is, finding a pen that you like..."

So yes, a few random occurrences that changed the dream, then changed it back suddenly. The second dream had kind of a "Greek" feel to it, if that gives you any inkling of how people were talking, clothing style, etc. Probably not, but it's the best I can do to try and have it make sense.

I was in a gigantic hotel's main lobby. There were peopel everywhere, some I recognized, some I could not pick out of a lineup if I ever saw them again. People were rushing from one place to another. Most of the people were younger, early to mid-teens. Pockets of older people, later teens, wandered from one small section to another. I was on my way to the big glass elevator, trying to follow an old friend of mine.

We got in the elevator when it was pretty empty, but people soon began to pile in, wedging themselves into every nook and cranny, but suprisingly giving my friend and I space enough to not be elbow-to-elbow with everyone. Only one person was denied entry. I never looked directly at their face, but my peripheral made out that they were wearing a heavy winter coat, stocking cap, scarf, and jeans. The elevator began to rise, the person closest to the buttons pressing for floors 2, 5, and 6. The elevator stopped on 2. Many got out, some got on.

By the time we got to the 5th floor, the elevator was nearly empty except for my friend and I. The elevator would not move. It would not go to the 6th floor. My friend pressed the button for the 8th floor, while one of the few remaining people shortly after pressed floors 2-4. The elevator went down. Why? Don't know.

We got off on the second floor, tired of dealing with the screwy elevator. I commented on how stupid it was for anyone not crippled to not just use the stairs since they went up to the second floor right next to the elevators anyway. My friend was gone, wandered off. My irl roommate showed up, saying he needed my help. I took out a notepad, he informed me he wanted me to find a video fragment that he was missing. Also told me the best way to find it was to either help with the glass problem the hotel was having, or fix the engines. Apparently, the hotel was an underwater submarine too. Who would have guessed?

As I wandered off to try and solve my quest problems, a girl ran up and began to rattle off her need for my help as well. I told her to slow down and reached for my notepad. She was pissed that I had asked her to wait, questioning my use of the notepad. I told her it was so I could write down information I deemed important. She said nothing of importance. In fact, her problem solved itself about 20 seconds after she stopped talking. Her missing teddy bear was in her hands once more, having been held by a man she already knew standing behind her. "Silly humans..."

I meanedered to the back of the hotel. Somehow, in the process, I flipped a random switch. Engines fixed. Person watching told me they had the video clip. It started to play. Video about a bunch of underwater sea creatures and their spawning habits. Roommate was pleased. Disappeared. It was now time, and I had places to be.

The back of the hotel doubled as an equally enormous church, and it was Halloween. Everyone was dressed up under the age of 10. Those older were dressed in white garbs. Someone told me the time was close, and I needed to get to my spot. I started to walk down the dangerously steep steps as all the children were told to come up to the front of the church where the pastor was. Some stumbled, some dropped their candy collecting devices, some cried. None were hurt.

Halfway down, I realized I was not only in the wrong spot, I was also missing what I needed for the part I was to be involved with. People were starting to line up too. I recognized most of them as former classmates from my high school and grade school years. They were celebrating their graduations by lining up and showing off their diplomas. I had to get in line with my item. I somehow found it quickly in the middle of nowhere, and ran to my place. There was confusion about who should go where, most of the people staring confused and messing up the order of the line. The guy next to me, his name was Brian, had all kinds of papers from the past. Some were grades, some were screenplays (I believe), while another was a series of written responses. They were done in my handwriting. I was about to mention it, but he was called to the pastor.

Everyone was dressed in white robes. Brian tried to constantly show off everything he had with him to the pastor, a cheesy grin on his face the whole time. The pastor was trying to shush him and get him out of the way. I realized, I didn't have any diploma to present since I had graduation from not only high school, but college a number of years ago. I stood next to the pastor, nothing to show for myself, with an entire congregation staring at me and the spotlight on my confused, yet uncaring expression. I shrugged, and walked up the center aisle into the spotlight's beam.

Kooky dreams are kooky.

A two parter today:

I started out in the center of a small town, lots of gingerbread-style structures and a lot of brown shades (beige being the predominant color of this town). It was midday and cloudy out. An older woman came up to me and asked if I was going to be staying around for a while. I told her I was. She stopped and stared at me for a little bit, saying I looked somehow familiar to her. She did not look familiar to me, so I simply nodded and headed off. I passed by one rather dark brown building, and saw my mother come out and greet me. She said she had just come back from the vet's office and was planning to take the dog for a walk. But the dog was already on a walk, so she was going to walk with me instead (thanks for comparing me to a dog, mom :/).

We began our slight trek through the town, and nothing exciting occurred for quite a while. Finally, we reached my dad's house and I told my mom I wanted to stop in and get something I had left last time I visited. He was supposed to be out of town on a trip, so I figured the doors were locked, but I knew where a key was. We both looped around to the back, and found a dog in a small fenced in area slightly set away from the house. It was a brown boxer and very friendly. I fed it a piece of meat (that I apparently had in my pocket) and we kept moving.

We hopped the fence to my dad's backyard and were planning to use the rear entrance to get in. However, we got to a part where the ground sloped dangerously before flattening back out to the basketball courtyard (a small one, mind you) that my dad had. We stopped a moment to try and figure out the best way down, when suddenly a hornet (not a normal hornet, this one was probably about 3 inches long, very thin and stretched out, with huge wings) landed on the ground near my mother and a weird blue notebook. She said we could not move on until she took care of it. She took HER OWN blue notebook and slid it under the hornet and said "This is going to be a little more dangerous than I'd like" before she proceeded to squash the hornet under her bare foot. I looked at her befuddled, pointed to the second blue notebook and asked her "Are you insane? Why didn't you just squish it between the two notebooks and not risk getting stung?" She ignored me. There were more hornets now too.

My mom kept trying to swat them down with her book and crush them under her feet. After a while, I told her just to stop. I informed her that it was because hornets always took up residence in my dad's rock wall in the backyard every year by digging into the structure and creating their nest in the ground behind the wall. After a few more swats, she gave up finally and we descended a stair path nearby (would have been nice to know that was there to start with instead of wasting time trying to "figure out a way down"). When we got to the concrete courtyard, we both looked at the sizable hole in the rock wall, seeing the first of hornets pop out. They kept coming out one at a time in gaps of about 15 seconds between each hornet. Right before we went inside, a hornet popped out and started behaving oddly (the others simply hovered a second before flying off in some direction, while this one came out and kind of weaved in the air like it was drunk). After a couple of seconds of acting odd, the hornet flew straight up in the air a few feet, caught fire and was engulfed by it, quickly dissipated the fire (and was now completely charred black), hovered in the air a moment before spiraling down to the ground and exploding in a ball of ash upon impact. From that point on, a small puff of fire and smoke would precede the hornets coming out of the hole, but none of them caught fire like their now dead friend.

We entered the house, and it appeared empty, as I originally suspected. I remember it being an oddly accurate replica of my dad's actually house, minus the fact that the rooms were about 25% larger than in reality. I did a quick scan of the kitchen, living room, and upstairs bedrooms to confirm no one was home. When I came back downstairs and looped the corner to the stairs to the basement, I suddenly heard the weirdest music ever playing. I quickly started to descend the stairs and noticed one of the lights in the basement was on and what appeared to be a shadow passed through it and disappeared. I got a little nervous, got close to the wall separating me from the light, and heard a voice from around the corner. I called out to my dad, and he responded in a friendly manner.

Coming around the corner, I saw a few of my family members sitting around tables that were wedged between all kinds of boxes and projects my dad was working on. My dad smiled seeing me and told me to come in and join them. It was some kind of family reunion. It was weird though because no one outside of my immediate family (and my step-mom, which I'll get to in a bit) was talking, and many of them were sitting at tables separated from one another, even though many of the tables were large enough to fit them all. My dad told me to grab a plate and dig in. I started to walk the length of each table, looking over all of the delicious food items lined up on each table. I was having a hard time finding a plate, though. Some were under food and most were dirtied by my family (I didn't want to take the ones under the food for some reason). I managed to make it all the way back to a secondary kitchen (that I had no idea my dad had) and still couldn't find a plate. I turned and my stepmom was sitting there and laughed and said something about having a hard time finding a plate. I saw my mom behind her pulling plates from under food like I was unable to do, and waved me over. I grabbed my plate, grabbed some food, and proceeded to eat the delicacies gathered.

A bit of an oddity in its nothingness, but it was a fun one. The second was just a quick fragment with a lot of unanswered questions:

I was in the town again, only the air had a darker tone to it now, as it was nightfall. Many of the buildings were rebuilt (oh, yeah, I forgot to mention in my last one, a lot of buildings were crumbled ruins, my bad!). There were also a lot of strange markings on buildings that were not there in the first dream. Some of the markings were hieroglyphics (the most prominent and obvious one being the Eye of Ra), while others looked to be middle eastern in origin (arabic, saudia arabian style text). The hieroglyphics were always on brown slabs and gold colored, and the slabs would have some strange kind of "focused vision" whenever I looked at them. The middle eastern text was always on the side of grey slabs of wall, blue text.

I found myself riding a bike quickly to a little u-shaped part of a building. There was a young girl there, but she was not quite normal. She looked like a human/bird hybrid (if you've ever played Wind Waker, she looked very much like a Ruto). She was excited to see me and asked if I was ready to go with her and her friends to the woods today on an adventure for lost treasure. I told her I was and that I'd meet up shortly. I took off on my bike again and rounded a corner of a large building. There was a grey obelisk and a brown slab, both with their respective markings on them, in a small clearing that was still run down (however, in the future, the obelisk and brown slab were both crumbled nothingness). I saw another marking, this time a sign pointing up a series of concrete ramps. On the sign was a picture of a man with eyeglasses on that extended down to his nose. One part of the glasses were orange, the other part a dark, forest green. I gathered some speed and hit the tiered ramps, almost falling a number of times but eventually making it to where the man was. He was hunched over and had a big black backpack on that was almost the size of him and looked like it could be carrying one of the brown square slabs in it. I suddenly had  a far away view of the entire area, and was looking at a "mission" screen like if I was in a game. The top mission was to go to the woods to learn the secret of the markings (the blue text and gold hieroglyphics). I was about to leave to go on that mission when I woke up.

I'm sad I don't get to know the secret of the blue text and hieroglyphics. :(

It was a repeating dream, starting over from point A and ending at a fluctuation point B. I began by walking into some kind of submarine or submersible of some sort. When it was full, the submarine-thing began to submerge. It was...intense, because it had a pressure vacuum to keep it from flooding, because there were parts of the floor there were exposed to the water below that you could see through. Every time the submersible reached the bottom, I could see a quarter on the bottom of "ocean floor" surrounded by algae and other aquatic wildlife. Upon exiting the submersible, everyone would begin walking into a long hallway with a bunch of other people, most of them friends or colleagues. Within the hallway, a few paths branched off. Each path ended in a door leading to a technological advancement that this "underwater facility". Some were ships designed for space travel, considered early pioneers, far more sophisticated and beyond the reach of anything until space travel was finally confirmed much later (the models supposedly dated back to the 1930s, according to one colleague)

After going through the hallway (which I always got confused and lost in repeatedly by taking a wrong turn, or taking the right turn but in this scenario it was not the same ending location as the previous one), we find ourselves standing on a walkway skirting the outer edge of what looks like a business building with a large square opening in the center (the paths wound around the outside edges). Everyone walking around that was not part of the group coming through the submersible was older, wearing black suits with white undershirts and red ties. Some of them even looked like clones of each other. As the rest of the group I arrived with headed off in their own direction, I said my farewell and took a diverging path.

The first 2 or 3 times I only managed to walk down to the first floor, observing numerous empty boxes and garbage laying around and people simply ignoring their existence. I was disappointed because I knew I had to try and clean it up and muttered how pissed I was at the laziness of everyone that worked there that they couldn't even attempt to do it themselves. I usually got the point where I would start to pick some boxes up before it would loop around and start over again. By the fourth time, it finally changed.

I was walking near a group of men talking about business related stuff, and overheard them mention that the garbage was a problem because of those damn terrorist activities against the company. Instant confusion. The distraction caused me to look down a hall with a doorway that led outside (yes, that's right, even though I took a SUBMARINE down into water, it wasn't actually underwater). Outside, I could see a person in a white t-shirt looking in the glass-door in panic, jerking back as soon as they saw I noticed them. I suddenly got extremely pissed and started to run down the hallway at them. The person (now visibly a woman) crouched down one time, picked up a basket full of tools, and slowly backed away looking like she was stringing out some wire that I could not make out with the naked eye.

I ran out the door just in time to see the girl had run off to the left. Some part of me knew it was a trap, so I jumped down/over the steps and landed on the grass below. The girl was standing with two other women, all of them turning and looking at each other in shock. One of them told the first girl to go ahead and set it off. She yanked on the invisible line and the stairs I had just jumped over exploded. They started to run, and I started to chase them, and music began to play that sounded more than a little like this:

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I was running oddly, my left arm cocked back and fingers splayed out. I ducked somewhat low in a running/trot, almost, as I ran after them. They ran around the side of the building into a semi-clearing with a wooden scaffolding structure in the middle. They put themselves with the scaffolding between they and I, and started to talk about many things that were incriminating, like what their names were, and who other members of their "organization" were. I realized I was acting very...evil. My brow furrowed, sense of anger welling up more and more as they taunted and tried to dance around me as I stalked them. They were my prey and I was their predator. I picked up a hammer on the ground as they rounded the scaffolding again. They backed up, producing their own tools as weapons (another hammer, a wrench, and I believe a hack saw). One came close to me and a took a swing, smashing the hammer into the brick wall near me and breaking a pretty big section off. The girl backpeddled and decided getting close as a bad idea, so she threw her hammer at me. I swatted it down, picked it up, and was now dual-wielding hammers. The other girls started to throw whatever they could find, rocks and tools and pieces of wood. Most of them I knocked down with the hammers, some I let fly past because of the bad aim, and some just hit me and did nothing.

I ran at them, the three of them now deciding to duck into the criss-crossing woodwork of the scaffold. They got to the far side right when I started to knock out large pieces of it with the hammers and looked back at me terrified. For some reason at this point, I decided they weren't worth it or that I was acting too crazy. I also noticed that my vision was blurring to the point that I could not make out their faces. I dropped my stance, let the hammers fall, and they ran off. I watched them leave, turned around, and started to head back inside the building to resume my work.

There's parts of it that are more personal that only make sense to me. The way I moved, the cocking my left arm back and splaying out the fingers, all play into my concept of the monster inside. The boxes and garbage were reminiscent of the boxes and garbage I have to take care of at work almost every day, as well as the bitterness I felt toward most of the people I worked with in the dream. That's that!

Might have some parts that are confusing, but hopefully you'll enjoy it none the less.

The journey began as all good journeys should begin: with the quest....for Skittles! I was walking down a busy, brick road in the middle of a town that was a cross between a classical Venician set up and a modern city like you might see in New York or Miami. I was journeying with a man many of you may know as AspirationRealized. He wore his trademark fedora, and a black and white checkered top hoodie. He had a grey shirt with some type of design (may have been a fur de lise) and khaki pants. The actual trip to our desired destination was uneventful, mostly just pushing through crowds of people and sight-seeing. We finally got to the grocery store, or what have you, and went inside. The place was packed, everyone wanting to get on the good deals of candy. We went into a little side alcove of the store and were stopped by a store clerk. He told us that we could grab our stuff and then had to put our names in so we could check out. We got in line, which was surprisingly short considering how packed the rest of the store was. We were behind a few people, the one in front of us being an Asian kid with spiky black hair. People were trying to push ahead of the line, but security kept them in check. And we were next!

But tragedy befell us. The damn Asian kid ahead of us grabbed like two arms full of Skittles bags. We got to it, and the table was sadly empty. As a result, we moved on to another table that had candy on sale: 3 Musketeers and Milky Way, which we were less happy with, but still satisfied with the idea. AspiR was collecting the candy and I decided to head to the counter to tell him our name so we could get through in time. When I got there, he asked my name and I told him. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the Asian kid with arms full of Skittles. Getting annoyed, I asked the clerk if there was a limit to the number of packs someone could buy at a time. He said it was a limit 3, and the Asian kid heard him and tossed the extra bags around a corner. People swarmed, but I managed to grab two bags before they were completely gone. And just in time, cause we were next! So we put the items down, and AspiR said he would cover it, plus a couple of Pepsis (Which, for some reason were in a 6-bottle pack, but only had two in the pack). He put his money down, but was shy by 24 cents. So I paid the last quarter. Success! We had Skittles, 3 Musketeers, Milky Ways, and Pepsi for only $4.53!

We got out of the chaos and back on the street. AspiR went back the way we had come and I somehow got stuck in a car that did not exist before and could not turn around directly. So I drove away for quite a distance until I arrived at a parking lot (for some reason, the road actually went straight into the parking lot without a choice otherwise). I flipped around and went supersonic speed and caught back up to AspiR. We somehow were on an airboat that would take us back to where we started. AspiR was on the far side of this boat, and I could already tell he was trying to entertain a group of drunken idiots. How did I know? He had his deck of cards out. So I watched and made my way closer. He did a classic "pick a card, any card" move with a beligerently drunk moron. The guy showed a 3 of Clubs, put the deck together, and handed it to AspiR. He did a quick shuffle, and produced a card! And it was a King of Clubs/Spades/Diamonds (my dream did not differentiate very well between suits of cards). Everyone gathered said it was wrong. He triedd again, this time a Queen of Clubs. Told him he had the suit right, but not the card. He did about three more pulls but it turned out not to be correct any times. But it was okay, because somewhere in this whole situation, AspiR's face changed to someone completely different, to preserve the memory of someone that wouldn't fail so hard with the cards.

And now, everything changed. No longer was it me and AspiR, but we went to a female that some may know as MsAgro. She was wearing a white night gown and living inside of a huge mansion, old school (I want to say Victorian Era, but my interior decoration time periods aren't up to par). She looked terrified, and soon it was clear why. A man with 80s rocker style blonde hair came bursting in her room. He said his name was Largo and that he wanted her to be his. She was not a fan, having been held their against her will. Largo had two kids: Luigi and Pavi (yeah...Repo! The Genetic Opera going on now! Whoot whoot!) They came in their usual selves (if you don't know, Luigi is a violent psychopath and Pavi wears other people's faces on his own, a pale, porcelain doll looking face). Largo got rid of them, and MsAgro fled in the confusion. He chased her into a library style room, she managed to get to the second floor. The guy was now wearing a see-through purple top...and nothing else (which was horrifying). He started singing something and she freaked out, worried that he was going to keep her there forever (at this point, I remember the dream having a very "Beauty and the Beast" feel to it, because the guy was acting very animalistic). I lose some of the details, but for some reason, the guy's face literally exploded from the inside out and he flew out of the doors through the room. MsAgro went to see what happened.

It got a little creepy, cause she went over to him, knelt down, and looked at what was left of his face. There was a gaping hole where the rest of his skull should have been, and the skin of  his face had peeled upward and was wedged under his forehead. She spent a while picking at th edges of it, clearing away dust and lint, until she started to hum/sing a little tune. About halfway through, she pulled the flap of skin down that would have been his face and covered the hole. The face looked like a really badly done rubber mask, but it got creepy because it hummed back at her at one point in her song, which freaked her out and she screamed. Luigi showed up, broke down, and stabbed himself in a rage. Pavi came out and started weeping over the body. MsAgro backed away as Pavi loaded the body into a wheelbarrow and started to wheel him away while singing. MsAgro followed, since he was heading to the only way out. When they got to a big foyer area with a large staircase to a second floor, Pavi stopped and started singing the alphabet quickly. MsAgro ran past as he got to Z, then started running up the stairs as Pavi began counting even faster. She ran through huge wooden doors and closed them, and the view stayed on the outsie of the doors instead of following her. There was a huge explosion and everything shook, and body parts splattered against the door MsAgro ran through.

Yep....wtf? XD

An actual full-on dream! But it might seem semi-short, or only as long as some fragments, but that's cause it was a secondary dream. But none the less, I sally forth.

Starting off entering a building that looks like a generic high school, no discerning features, but the age of the students and the place I was heading made it clear it was a college building. I checked my watch and mumbled angrily to myself that I was already seriously late, and there were only 40 minutes left in my two hour long class. I was pushing my way through the crowds pf people gathered at their lockers that were lining the hallways (like I said, more like a high school than a college), trying to get to my class. I thought about my other classes that I had been ignoring over the year and semi-freaked out. Thinking over my class schedule, and after doing a quick check of it, I realized I had only been officially going to one class regularly, and the others I had missed probably a month or more solid of classtime. And what was better, finals were rapidly approaching and I needed to pass ALL of the classes to graduate.

I finally rounded the last corner to my class and slowed down, coming to a dilemma: do I go in the class and make a fool of myself for being more than an hour late, or do I just sit outside and try to catch the lesson from the other side of the door? I chose the latter. The problem was, the room was only accessible through another classroom. I tried to be as casual as possible and walked into the different classroom and stood outside the door to the one I was supposed to go into (if I remember right, my class was English 151). The door to the class I was supposed to be in was already opened up and I could hear the teacher inside giving the lesson. I started to put my backpack down, attempting to not disturb the other class, but did not get a chance as the teacher from my class walked into the classroom I was in and started to ask the teacher about something. At the end of their talk, she turned and said she needed someone as a volunteer in her classroom, and stared right at me. After about a 2 minutes stare down, she told me take my jacket off and get in the class, being late was better than nothing. Reluctantly, I went in.

I was told to take my seat and meandered to the back row of desks (there were only two rows, though). I found an open seat between two guys and set my stuff down to sit. The guy on my right pulled my chair away, took the desk, and slid a new one in place that had two separate seats instead of one. He told me I could use that one. But I never sat down. Instead I started looking into the desks of the other ones, seeing if I could find "my desk". I went through most of the back row with no luck. But the classroom changed suddenly, and I was sitting in a chair staring at the front of the class with a man now sitting at the desk(the first teacher was a woman), and an African-American woman standing nearby.

The woman explained that she was the Dean and that the man was now going to teach the class because the original teacher had quit suddenly. She told us he was there with his own rules, his own ciriculum, and we had to do what he said or we would not pass the class (with literally a week left in the class). The African-American woman left, and the guy spoke, much in line with the way he looked. (The man, for lack of a better description, looked like The Fonz: leather jacket, white undershirt, pompadore haircut) He told us that we had two options: get an A, or fail the class. He went on about how he ran the class, rules, etc. At some point, another woman appeared next to him that looked like a cross between a dirty hippie and a lion (that's the only way I can describe her, honestly). The woman kept saying how awesome the teacher was. In the end, he broke it down for us.

"If you want to get an A in this class, all you have to do is be yourself and no one else. If you act fake, I'll fail you. It won't be easy, though, cause I don't like playing games."

A student stood up and asked the teacher if he could get him anything because he was "so awesome". The Fonz immediately failed him. The kid ran out like nothing happened. The Fonz then told us to go ahead and leave for the day, he had nothing to teach us (after 5 minutes of class). There was no leaving, but just a jumpy transition to a few days later. I was talking to a few other students about how we had no idea of we were passing or not. We got to class and The Fonz was already sitting in his desk. As soon as we came in, he said that he had no idea why we kept showing up, he had nothing to really teach us. Some of us got annoyed and told him we had no idea how to get a passing grade if we never saw him. He got annoyed, but didn't do anything. We were about to leave, and he got up to wash his hands at a sink that was right next to his desk for who knows what reason. He turned it on and it sputtered and spit water. I offered to help since I had nothing better to do.

Opening the cabinet doors under it, I could not see a damn thing: it was pitch black inside there and had a bunch of random items in the way to make seeing the pipe equally as impossible. I said I couldn't see anything but could try to fix it if I had tools. He handed me duct tape, the fix-it-all. I took it, tore off a strand, and went back to trying to see the problem. I still could barely see anything, and kept trying to reposition my head to find the leak, but never saw one. Getting frustrated, I got up to walk around the back of it. The reason I got up to walk around the back (and would actually be able to see the back) was because we were no longer in a classroom and were instead standing next to a baseball field. Not sure when that happened.

Going around to the back, I saw that the sink was just far enough off the ground for me to be able to shimmy under. I started to crawl under, hoping to find the problem. The Fonz got on the other side, goading me further underneath it. It was an EXTREMELY tight fit, me barely able to move more than an inch at a time, and when under it, the sink magically went from about 1 square foot to the size of a bathtub. I finally got about halfway under, right next to where the pipe was, and saw the problem: a loose screw leaking water. The Fonz had crawled under the other side of the sink, and was spouting a lot of words of wisdom and encouragement that I can't remember, but it was all about "achieving greatness" and "being better than I ever thought I could be". I had no tools and told him this, and he told me to "use that thingy right next to me." I did not see anything, so I shimmied out again (taking quite a while with moving at an inch at a time) and finally got out. There was a shishkebab skewer on the ground, and a screwdriver further away. He told me to use the shishkebab skewer. I grabbed both, just in case. After another long shimmy-fest back under, I got to the screw and took out the trusty skewer.

I started to screw it in, The Fonz still talking about self-improvement or what have you. I kept tightening, and it kept seeming like I was close. But suddenly, the screw started to leak much worse and I thought I had broken it or made it worse. The Fonz told me "just believe in yourself and don't give up" so I kept going. It happened a few more times, but finally the leak stopped completely and a heavenly "aaaaaaaawwwwwhhhh" sound came out of nowhere, signaling my success. Still laying under it, The Fonz said "Now you'll pass, because you kept true to yourself and believed you could do it, which is all I really wanted from any of you."

I woke up while I was still laying under the constricting sink. More details got left out, like what was in the desks, some of the conversation in the halls, what my original teacher looked like, etc. but for the most part describing those would have been time-consuming and probably not helped much. I find it funny that I had this dream, cause I've had more like it in the past (ones where I'm panicking about classes), despite the fact that I haven't been in classes for two years now. Maybe my dreams are trying to tell me I'm supposed to get back into it and take classes again. XD

Not sure if I should label it a dream or a fragment. I woke up and had a secondary dream, but it sorta played into the first one. So it both was, and wasn't a dream fragment. Oh well, here it goes!

"No thanks, we're not interested." That's how it began. Me and a few others leaving a KKK meeting where they were trying to recruit us to their "cause" with food and dance. We quickly hopped in our RV, and sped away. After getting only a mile or so, we stopped at an intersection that went onto a freeway/highway. The woman driving asked where we should go. We dilberated, and the driver told us she knew about some major groups they had in Alabama and Tennessee, so we thought we should avoid them. I think we decided to do the north eastern coast, so we were going to bank through Chicago. The driver input Chicago, but for some reason it gave a weird readout and said "California" as the state. Since that was the opposite direction, we said to Hell with it and just started to drive east/north.

We had to stop and get supplies, so of course, the driver decides to stop at the most shady looking place in the world, in hillbilly heaven, population 20. The place was set up like a weird cross between a gas station/car repair shop/construction site. Out came a very shady looking man and woman, but they acted nice enough. They showed us in, and told us about what they had to offer. And their offerings weren't exactly normal for the type of place it looked like. They had games, novelty items, hats, knick knacks, swords, random food items, gas canisters, books and magazines, I think there were some guns, and cigarettes. They went from being a gas station to a pawn shop in a hurry.

I spent the entire time inside the place walking up and down the same aisle, looking at the same items, trying to decide what to get. At one point, I even grabbed a shopping cart like I was going to get a lot of stuff, but I kept passing everything by. On multiple occasions, I told one of the people (one of my managers IRL) that she needed to buy a hat. Not just any hat, a hat that looked like something Sherlock Holmes would wear in a classic novel. Plaid and brown. Horrible looking, really. Someone in the course of talking to her, it went from normal looking to probably double the size of any normal hat a person would even consider seeing. I put it on, and it covered my entire face with room to spare. But putting it on turned out to be a bad idea.

As soon as the hat went on, Hell broke loose. Everyone that had been in the RV panicked and started screaming and running. I saw legs running past me, but had no idea whose or why they were running. I threw off the hat in time to see someone from my group running out the front door, and someone I had not seen before following them out. I started to run out to help them, but stopped thinking I would need something to help defend myself. So I grabbed the nearest weapon I could see...which turned out to be a butter knife/sword. XD

I shoved the item down my pants to conceal it and ran out the door. Once outside, there were spotlights pointed at a clearing near where our RV had been, but no longer was. A bunch of the people from the RV were laying on the ground, while others were being chased and rounded up. I started to run to try and help, but someone hit me from behind and I fell, causing the butter knife/sword to fall out and land in front of me. I grabbed it again and hid it up the sleeves of my shirt while still laying on the ground. Once everyone was rounded up and lined up, I was the only one not put in the line with the others. In fact, everyone that had just hijacked my traveling companions seemed to be ignoring me completely. I stood up, took out the weapon, and started to walk. None of the people with guns and knives gave me a second glance as I casually strolled in an angry gait up a small dirt hill away from everyone. Over the hill, I saw a car lot filled with empty vehicles covered in rust and dirt. And I had a plan.

I could hear the other people (the hijackers) still running around trying to find people, so I acted quick trying to find keys in the car. I went through a van, a completely rushed to death old truck, and finally a dusty Blazer. There were no keys in the Blazer, but turning the spot where a key would be yielded the result. The engine turned over, I got in, and it was time to roll. Except one big problem: the Blazer handled on the dirt like it was a skating rink. I got speed without trouble, in fact, without any trouble. And once I had the speed, I could not turn without fishtailing violently, and the brakes pretty much did nothing. So I spent a few minutes driving out of control until the vehicle flipped over and got completely destroyed. There was kind of like a "reset", because I was standing back in the carlot, and the hijackers weren't spazzing out and coming to get me like they hadn't seen my crazed rampage and downfall.

There was an in between vehicle I hijacked, and had some success, but failed miserably in the end. But the third time, I went with something a little...less conventional. In the lot, there was a gigantic magnet vehicle (those ones they use in scrapyards to pick up all the metal and drop it somewhere else, not the clawed hand). So I decided that was my next choice. I had a nice aerial view of what happened next: I started it, swung the magnet head all over the place, picked up the van from earlier that I could not get in, and threw it at the gathered mass of hijackers. The van crashed, taking out more than a few of them. The people that were traveling with me stayed where they were, which was good cause it would have been hard to identify them. The huge crane finally started to move, and it turned into chaos. Hijackers ran everywhere, I was picking up vehicles and tossing them all over the place, buildings and stone walls collapsed as I ran them over. I think I was stupid and picked up the RV we needed to escape in and destroyed it completely. But in the end, the hijackers fled!

So yeah...rampage with a magnet crane. And a butter knife/sword. Just....good God. XD

Movie time, dream style.

Away at college, a semi-nerdy little white guy with curly, dirty red hair(his name was John) was experiencing the full effect. He was enrolled in the ROTC program at the school, which was situated in one of the buildings on campus that...wasn't doing too well, to say the least. A full size building, I think 4 stories tall, the inside was a horrible horrible place to look at. As the curly haired nerdy guy was wandering through the halls, the man who would be his mentor (though greatly absent in the dream for the most part) was explaining everything to him. The building was nearly bankrupt and only had 4 rooms total. One room was very small, designed only to fit a secretary(Room 1). One room was huge, but packed from wall to wall with desks, papers, and business looking people all typing away furiously on typewriters (yeah, that old school, and this was Room 4, which was right next to Room 1). The next room was up a flight of stairs (which you had to be careful which flight you went up, but that comes into play later), and labeled Room 3, which was the only real classroom in the entire building. Room 2 was non-existent, even though curly man was told me there were 4 rooms that worked. The rest of the "rooms" in the building were either covered in dry wall or boarded up, not allowing anyone in or out. I think one door even led outside, but hopefully there was a fire escape or something on the other side.

When the tour of the building was done, there was a time warp to about 5 days until the end of the semester. John had been working on establishing a name for himself with the people he went to ROTC with, and had met a lovely girl. She had medium length blonde hair, kinda frazzled looking with hints of brown. Oh, and the best part was she was introduced to the dream on what was apparently "Naked Tuesday" for the university (or maybe just the ROTC group, based on not everyone was partaking). She had nipple piercings too, if that's important. Her and John were walking the campus and stopped at a reflecting pool on the outside of the building and started to talk about the crazy officer they had all semester and how they hoped he would not be around the next year. As they talked, the dream panned away from them and went to said officer. He was walking through the halls of the ROTC building (which became a recurring theme in the dream, walking through the halls, but always getting lost because of how the place was set up and the fact so many rooms were barricaded off). He had with him an older, African American military officer in a blue uniform. I believe it was mentioned he was a Colonel, but that might be wrong. Anyway, the ROTC officer pain in the ass was Lieutenant Harris from Police Academy (photos to follow if you don't know who that is). The two officers were talking about how the students were planning something and, in true Harris style, he was going to stop them and punish them severely, hopefully getting them kicked out of the university before they had a chance to complete the semester. As they parted ways, Harris took the wrong set of stairs and the "camera" (visual angle) watched through an opening in a door that the Colonel passed by, and Harris fell from the floor above down through where the door opened up into the hallway (the stairs were destroyed/incomplete, hence why you couldn't walk up the wrong stairs).

Back to John, who was now clothed and in a locker room with some of his fellow ROTC companions, his locker buddy next to him was conversing about how John was becoming a big name for the ridiculous things he was doing and soon to reach legendary status and join the ranks of the one man who was greatest on campus. He pointed above a doorway leading out of the locker room that had a name carved into it (I can't quite remember the name, though). It was usually covered by a poster so that no one would try to get rid of it, but for now it was uncovered. John and his locker buddy just closed their locker doors when Harris burst into the room and claimed it was time for a locker inspection. He started to casually hover around John's locker buddy, acting like he knew the guy had something in there (which he did, which included alcohol and drugs). John tried to stand up for him, saying that Harris had no place doing the search without grounds. So, Harris chose John's upper locker to be the first inspected. John entered his combination: 8-18-25. The locker popped open, and inside were all the makings for beer pong (cups, a few shot glasses, and the ball to shoot with). John was about to say something since Harris was threatening to expel him, but the locker buddy spoke up first, telling Harris that John would have no idea that it was there because it was his. John, then countered saying that the stuff was in fact his, but Harris would be doing a great injustice by punishing him for it. John then took out the cup with the ball in it and told Harris how it was a special ball. It was, in fact, a BINGO ball that had been taken as a sacred memento from a nursing home that had burned down, and it was a time honored tradition. He kept going on, giving some sort of epically inspirational speech, which my dream actually started to play patriotic-style music lightly in the background for emphasis. He took the ball out to explain how important it was, because it was the "B" of BINGO and had all the numbers in it on the one ball. Actually, when he looked closer, he noticed that it had far more, the highest number seen being 95 (so this was a 95 sided die, basically).

Harris was moved by the end of it, and told John he was truly a great kid. So great, in fact, that he deserved to have his name next to the greatest man the campus had known, and he led John over to the name carved above the door. John wasn't sure he deserved the honor, but both Harris and the locker buddy gave approving nods. Harris asked if John had a wood-burning tool (the thing used to burn in lines/images on wood), and he just so happened to have one. Another small time jump, and John was finishing up carving his name under the other man's: John Tazzelhorn. Everyone else was gone, and the names were quickly covered by a tie-dye poster to preserve the legacy. John's woman showed up and was shocked and excited that his name was up there. It was not the last day, suddenly (apparently it took 4 days for him to carve his name into the wall).

John and his girl had passed, but Harris was on the rampage. A weird chase sequence began with them running through all the empty halls and past rooms one could not enter. For some reason, John had giant cheese graters in the shape of what could only be described as oversized shoe insoles(inserts? whatever they are called, the padded part your foot rests on in a shoe). He was handing them out to the very few, scattered people he would see as they tried to escape Harris. Eventually they had a few moments of peace, and found themselves(John, his girl, his locker buddy, and someone that was along for the ride) in a huge room with a large stage for theater productions. A teacher was giving his last lecture, and John saw his mentor. The problem was, John's mentor now looked like he hadn't slept in years: pale as a ghost; large, dark brown circles around both eyes; looked dirty; thinner than he started and acted like he could barely stand. The teacher ended the lecture and John's mentor tried to follow him. The teacher walked to the stage and said "Eric, you failed your challenge, now get off the stage." John's mentor called out a challenge, and did not wait for approval from the teacher before jumping on the stage and starting.

John's mentor started to do a ballet-style dance, prancing around and leaping all over, eventually winning over the unimpressed teacher when he started to spin in the very tip of his toe, with his other leg pulled up next to his head and pointing straight up with his toes. After his epic spinning, he took a cheese grater and started to rub his feet over it in front of the teacher, who was oddly impressed by that as well. About this time, Harris showed back up and gave chase again, now with John's mentor also in tow. They ran through the locker room, stopping briefly to admire John's name on the wall, before going through the door under the names and down a long flight of stairs. They ended up in a shower room, but it was a female shower room. Luckily, it was steamy, so they managed to dodge Harris a bit. Harris ran into a large woman showering (probably 8 feet tall, curly, fiery red hair, and built like a linebacker for the NFL. He was terrified and tried to run, but she followed him and snatched him just as he got out of the locker room and was dragged back in, to the amused laughter of the students.

It was naked time outside again, and everyone was gathered by the reflecting pool. Stories were shared about the year, everyone was laughing and having a good time, passing students almost fell over seeing 5 naked people talking like nothing special was up. John eventually mused about the year, and wondered if they would even be back next year since the money was running dry for the school. The "camera" pulled away, looking up at the sky in some cheesy, hopefully scene. Then, it was back in the building, going through the hall and entering into Room 4. Moving past all the typing people, the "camera" focused on one man set apart from the rest, looking far more stressed than everyone else. A woman in a '50s style red dress walked up and set a document down, saying it was the numbers on the school and they would be shutting down very soon. The guy looked at the woman, and told her he had a plan. As he began to explain, there was a major scene change and they were both standing in a crowd of people overlooking a track as the man's voiceover explained what was happening. He heard of a man that once put all of the money a college was worth on a single horse race (it was a failing college, so it was only worth a total of $10,000 at the time). That was his plan, and he wanted luck to be a lady, so he brought her with to help him pick the horse.

They were watching as the race began. The woman told him that she was excited about number 12 being the pick, since he had 10:1 odds and they bet everything on it. She was not even paying attention as she said she should have picked number 10, because it had 12:1 odds. As she stated this, number 6 won the race with number 4 coming in second. She heard the announcement and looked at the man distraught, but the man was excited. He told her that he did two separate bets: half on number 6 winning, and the other half on number 12 getting last place (cause he thought she would pick the worst possible horse). Basically he insulted her right to her face, but she was okay with it because they won! Around $9.7 million dollars, if I remember correctly. As they made out, the camera watched in the background as the announcer talked about "Stuntman Stu" doing his final stunt to get the Hell out of the race tracks. He was trying to slingshot himself OVER a wall that would lead out of the track. Stu released, and failed miserably, splatting against the wall hard, and tumbling the almost two stories down onto a terra cotta roof. It was angled weirdly ans Stu kept bouncing and falling down it, breaking up the roof and most likely injuring himself horribly. It was okay, though, the guy and the woman in the red dress were both laughing at his misfortune.

That was were it ended. There were a few other parts that weren't important, and somewhat disturbing. One was a very hefty woman (probably pushing 500 pounds) laying on her stomach on desk, completely naked. Another was a brief classroom scene of Harris scaring the students. Another was of the locker buddy at a party, which really had nothing to do with anything. And now, for your viewing pleasure, some of the characters from my dream!

Kinda what John looked like(Jonathan Bennett):

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Lieutenant Harris:

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Locker Buddy!(Steve Talley):

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The Mentor(Cappie from "Greek"):

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Stressed Man at the Race Track(Tim Matheson):

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Despite being a dream, very little actually happened in this one until it got to the very end. Which was saddening, because I didn't get a chance to actually finish it because of an early wake up that I wasn't wanting.

The entire first part of the dream, for what could be about an hour in normal time, was nothing more than a group of people running from one building to another, spending an uneventful night hiding in a bedroom that was too cramped, no one saying a word to anyone else. The only person of noting right off the bat was, yet again, the main guy from Walking Dead (I can never remember his name). There was also a woman that was a family member, but not associated in the dream, a curly haired ginger, a heavier woman with curly black hair, a mother (found out later) with blond curls, and myself. We gained more, but not until after things picked up.

So, after an insane amount of time of absolutely f*cking nothing happening (and the main premise of why these people were running from building to building and cowering every night in a huddled mass), the actual point (or, at least, exciting part) of the dream came up! And if it wasn't obvious enough, I'll explain it in easy terms: we finally ran into some damn zombies! And boy were they on us. They weren't the classic slow shamblers (some were, but not the majority) nor were they the sprinters of 28 days later. They were middle ground, kind of like walking fast. They had some "runners" but it was more like they stumbled forward and were keeping themselves from falling over, which caused them to move faster. Some....not lucky enough to keep themselves from falling over. <.<" Which was comical to see a zombie tumble forward for no reason.

Anyway, our group saw a bar with sturdy doors and boarded up windows, so we thought it would be a safe place. And it was attached to another place that was fenced in, so double win! But the problem was, as soon as our group started for it, the zombies came out of the woodwork. Walking Dead Guy got to the front door and tried to break it open, but it would not budge. Ginger saw a path around the side to a backdoor, so we all ran to follow it. Problem was, the path led down into a little sunken backyard. And the zombies had already pretty much surrounded it as well as coming down the path we were running. Walking Dead Guy was again on the door, and everyone else was working to either run away from or attempt to kill the zombies. The undead ignored me for the most part, and went for everyone else. I watched as Ginger got pounced on by a zombie and bitten in the neck, falling and writhing in pain and stunned at all the blood coming out. I knew what I had to do. Everyone else was running into the building, but I had a job.

I found the most reasonable rock near the house I could muster (not too big, not too small) and turned to Ginger. He stared up at me, and I sort of thought/spoke to him if he wanted me to do it, and he gave me "the look". I nodded and raised the rock, bringing it down on his head. Now, it's hard to explain what happened accurately, but the best way I can think to say it is that the rock crushed his head, blood and brain matter splattering, but when I pulled the rock away his head was completely normal minus the blood now coming out of open wounds on his head. He actually gave me almost an appreciative look after I did it, and then collapsed (as if he had to give the okay before he could die). So, I ran inside with the rest of the group (for some odd reason, the zombies all departed after they attacked Ginger).

Inside the "bar", which is a loose term to describe it, the lighting was much more of a pale green with no distinguishable cause. Walking Dead Guy was panting and surprised we were alive, and the door was soon barricaded. Time warp from me walking to the door into the kitchen. When in there, our group had expanded to many more people (probably 5 more) and they were all in good spirits. Everyone was relieved they had a strong hold against the undead for more than a day, so much so that they were cooking bacon and eggs. I walked past them and out a different door that led to an area previously unreachable. It was a cross between an amusement park and a outside museum. The predominant features were: a high wall that could not be seen over, a railroad system with railroad cars on it, a tank, a helicopter (weird because you were suspended in the cockpit instead of sitting in it when flying), a few cars, a ferris wheel, a rollercoaster in the distance, and a cemented clearing for the heck of it. There were also houses in the distance, residential, most of them horribly run down.

I saw a lot of opportunities, and so did everyone else, apparently. I tried to mention that we could use this stuff for transporting goods in and out to give us a longer survival time. They all basically said "der, that's what the helicopter is for". I was going to explain that the railroad system was a better choice because it could plow down zombies in the way, and could run on steam (it was a very old train). But it was clear they had their own plan, as everyone was gathered around the helicopter that was trying to take off. The pilots were ill-trained, almost took out the innocent bystanders watching, but managed to get it up. They increased altitude and hovered about 40 feet off the ground, everyone staring up at the suspended cockpit. They were attempting to work a crane system to pick up and offload goods in other places. My attention was drawn to the houses up a steep hill by Walking Dead Guy calling me over. He asked me to take a look up the hill and notice something strange. I did a quick survey, and saw what he was talking about: one of the houses had a burning barrel in front of it. No one was supposed to be in the houses, nor use open flames. The two of us set off to investigate.

Right when we got to the front of the house, I was woken up early by tragically unforseen events. I hate when that happens. I wanted to know what was going on in the damn house! >.<

Happened a night ago, but a very interesting one. It was during a 29-minute power dreamscape. It was actually pretty fun and I'm thinking of expanding on it and converting it into a story. Got a few things planned for it, but meh, maybe it's too lame. Love to hear what anyone that reads this thinks as a dream and/or if it were a story (sorta kinda ish).

Wake up in a huge mansion-style building in my own bed alone. The walls and accents around are very fancy: hardwood floors that are lacquered and stained, silk sheets and a velvet comforter on a very fancy bed, huge windows, crème colored walls. I got up and walked out of the room, and into an even more spacious living room type area: fancy ass rug, maroon couch that had an elbow joint connecting two sections, an wall lined entirely with books of various natures (ones that look expensive, thick with leather binding and covers), a TV that was probably around 48 inches on top of an entertainment stand that probably cost as much as the TV, and again huge windows letting in lots of light. It was early, probably seven in the morning (time kept shifting in the dream so hard to know exactly what time), and I was myself to start with. I walked into a lovely bathroom, not overly fancy, but different. Wooden trim around the medicine cabinet, a stone bowl sink, basic toilet, strange little fluorescent lights that gave a little of a sea foam green tint to everything, older model tub with a red/maroon curtain and gold accents. The showerhead was something special, but I cannot really explain it very well. I showered quickly, got out, and walked to my room. Once back inside, monitors and various other electronic equipment hummed to life, the bed was made, and I for some reason had a cup of coffee in my hand. And was fully dressed.

As the monitors came on, they showed many different parts of the house: living room, bathroom, bedroom 1, bedroom 2, kitchen, back door, front door, etc., cycling through them constantly. On one of them, I saw my girlfriend, in the living room, reading a book. I went out to talk to her. On the way, I stopped at our phone that had a message and listened. It was my employer telling me about my new job I had. At this point, I was no longer me, but turned into someone else: a Middle-Eastern looking man with a very bushy beard and black hair slicked back, wearing a white button up shirt and black pants (I went from being in 1st person view to 3rd person view when the shift in character took place). My girlfriend was also gone now too, as if it was a different world in a way. There was a time transition moment (basically, watching the sun move across the sky and clouds dart like you would see in a movie) and I was back home. Night fell and I took another shower, this time staying in the bathroom and wiping the steam from the mirror. I took something from the cabinet (I think it was some kind of medication) and left with a sigh. Heading to my bed, I crawled in and fell asleep.

Morning came quickly again, and this time I was seeing inside of my girlfriend’s room (she had a separate room in the dream than my own). She was tossing and turning, but woke up quickly when our cats climbed on her bed. She smiled at them and hopped up, heading to her closet. And it was a huge closet, filled with an insane amount of clothes on the racks and the floor was littered with stuffed animals of all variety. She actually jumped in the closet and laid on the stuffed animals for a while before it went back to me. I was heading for the bathroom yet again, but already had a message, so I listened to it right away. It was from a man saying he wanted to have a special meeting about a new job that I would be needing to bring my team in on. I was annoyed and continued into the bathroom. Once inside, I began showering and had a monitor in the shower that ran through the same cycle as the ones in the bedroom. I stopped on the one in the gf’s bedroom, seeing she was in her bed, the blinds closed with it very dark in there, and her writhing around on the bed with the cats watching in confusion. I got…interested and was going to “take care of some business” but got distracted by a doorbell ringing.

Upon leaving the bathroom, it was in 3rd person again and viewing the Middle Eastern man, yet again all dressed somehow. A person that looked suspiciously like Liam Neeson was sitting on the red velvet couch. Middle Eastern Man sat down on the far end, and it got srs. Liam began explaining the purpose of the mission, handing over a folder that had more information than he would explain. He wanted MEM to do an assassination mission of a man at a ball that would be happening that night. He wanted MEM to use a new kind of bullet that would require him to get right up next to him and shoot it into his body. The bullet was supposed to be so small and powerful, that the man would not feel it enter his body or even notice it bouncing through his system as it slowly released a highly potent poison that would kill him in less than 5 minutes. He asked MEM what he thought, and MEM looked at him sternly before explaining the situation.

MEM explained to Liam that he only hunted the undead creatures of the world (more specifically, vampires) and that he did not take on jobs that involved hunting down people. He also explained that the job was too risky, the bullet concept was flawed and unnecessary, and he would not be a fan working with a team that he did not know. Liam explained that he didn‘t have a choice, MEM‘s normal boss/contact had given the info directly to Liam and would not have a choice. MEM was pretty pissed, but he reluctantly complied.

My roommate IRL came out of nowhere when Liam left and gave a stupid description of how he was going to check out some sororities to see if he could move into one…

Instead of there being any kind of like meet’n’greet with the team, a lead up of a plan, or anything even close to that, the dream went straight into shit hitting the fan. The dream showed the MEM standing next to the lower part of a bridge, near the beginning of an arch under it at the waterfront. It was slow motion and MEM was turning with a very concerned look on his face, lifted his gun, and fired just as a man came into view. I could only see the back of his head, but he had reddish-blonde hair and was rather pale. The bullet hit the pale man in the throat and he dropped like a rock. Still in slow mo, the view got close up to the MEM’s face and he turned to his right, looking very concerned. The dream jumped away form him to a man with red hair trying to wade through some shallow water near the shoreline with the wooden posts that stick out of the water (no clue what they are called) being used both to hide behind and use to pull himself quickly through the water. He got to the middle of the wooden poles and was suddenly jumped from all sides by what appeared to be vampires. One caught him by the throat and took a huge bite out, causing him to sputter blood and start bleeding out but he kept fighting (apparently his name was Aaron as a thought/voiceover said while he was being attacked).

The dream went to a new place again, this time to two women, twins to be precise (although one was a blonde-haired woman and the other was a brunette, thankfully differentiating them), that were moving through some kind of underground sewer system or underground aqueduct. The brunette was dressed in a policewoman’s outfit, and the blonde had on a black dress. From a small entrance behind them, something that could be described as tentacles the size of wooden beams with grayish-pebbled flesh and ends having sharp points. Many tentacles shot out all at once, effectively trapping the twins in the underground aqueduct, and they were afraid to move because occasionally a tentacle would shoot through, searching for them and trying to hit them. Any movement they made or noise that came from them resulted in a new tentacle. The dream jumped back to Aaron, who was still fighting like crazy, but he was bleeding more profusely and had more parts of his throat bitten out. Eventually, a group of like 20 pounced on him all at once and he let out a scream as he was pulled underwater and they disappeared. Quickly it jumped back to the girls underground. The girls were still pinned, tentacles still occasionally shooting past them and barely missing a killing strike. From the side, something began to slide down across the screen, as if one of the tentacles was draped or maybe a rat of some sort had been skewered and was slipping. Just as the black mass covered the face of the blond, a tentacle shot out and there was wet, loud crunch sound. The end of the tentacle was covered in blood and the arms of the blonde that were still visible dropped. The brunette looked at her and started to hyperventilate as if she was about to scream.

Back at the mansion suddenly, I woke up to my annoying ass roommate shaking me and telling me how I just had to see this awesome bathroom. “Like, I know you think you have a good one, but this one is like…wow.” I told him there was no time, I had shit to do. His girlfriend was with him and said I probably would have to leave in 2 minutes anyway, so I would not be able to. I looked at the time and it said it was 4 PM, and that I was supposed to leave fifteen minutes earlier. I got up to leave, and woke up.

It took me forever to remember, but I finally figured out who the Middle-Eastern looking man from my dream was. He was...

This gentleman:

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I'd post a photo of Liam Neeson for people, but since he's not that hardcore difficult to find an image of, I'll leave it for the wayward searcher. The others were of no easily relatable consequence.

Dis one's gonna be a two-fer! :F Had a dream, woke up, back to sleep, had a fragment. Both were noteworthy, but annoying because they kept conflicting. And there was some weird in between dream where I was trying to recall/write down the first dream on a piece of paper, but the second one started and got in the way of it. So...blargh.

I almost saw this dream in reverse order. I had the ending happen first, then it went back and did all of the explaining/filler for what led to the situation. But I’ll explain it chronologically so that it maybe makes more sense, but not really.

Another dream I was watching almost like it was a movie. Nicholas Cage was working for a business in downtown New York City, giving a presentation to a bunch of higher ups for a breakthrough in technology. He explained the cost effectiveness, benefits, useful applications in society, etc. When he was done with the fluff, he broke down exactly what he was talking about: a shrinking machine. The higher ups were impressed, saying that he had some good ideas, but they had one question for him: did he have an “unshrinking machine” so that they could reexpand whatever they shrank. He told them he did not have one, but it was unnecessary because the shrinking process reversed itself after a certain point in time. The higher ups weren’t happy with this news and kicked him out.

There was a little bit of a time jump and Nicholas Cage was now talking to a woman about his project. A woman that looked exactly like Michelle Rodriguez. He gave a few short explanations, hit on her, yadda yadda, and she liked it. There was a montage of scenes about Michelle and Cage hanging out, getting to know each other, and then there was a key scene where Cage actually used his shrink machine on himself to show how it actually worked and the applications of it. Shortly after he realized that he was staying shrunk for much longer than anything else they had shrank in trial runs. Eventually they settled on the fact that he would probably stay that way forever, so they wanted to live their lives regardless (this just sounds like Cage’s next Oscar winning movie, amarai? )

So after settling into their strange situation, they decided one day to go to the beach. Michelle dressed in a black bikini set and had one of those really see through sashes around her waist (cause really, why wouldn’t she?). Cage was dressed in a beach bum outfit: unbuttoned white shirt, red, Hawaiian-style swim trunks, and flip flops (curious question as to where he got this outfit. Probably a Ken doll). They were walking through the crowds of people, Cage having to practically run to keep up and avoid being trampled by everyone not paying attention and flying beach balls and towels. Eventually they walked over to a cliffside leading down to a ravine (yeah, not sure how a ravine ended up in the middle of a beach). The dropoff to the rather narrow looking water below was easily 1000 feet. A lot of people were gathered and looked down the walls in awe, took photos, joked about what it was like down there. An Asian gentleman with blue swim trunks and medium length black hair came up next to Michelle and Cage and told them how it was what all the cool kids did to do the cliff dive into the water below. And, just to emphasize that he was obviously a “cool kid”, he jumped off the edge and did a bunch of fancy dive moves before hitting the water all the way below.

After the Asian guy did it, a few other people got the guts to try and and dove off as well. Cage carefully peered over the edge, gave a quick little speech about why he would  never even consider doing something like that, looked over to Michelle, and watched her walk off the edge. His eyes went wide and he almost freaked just seeing her go off the edge. He tried yelling down that she didn’t know how to do it right so she might not make it. The view changed to down by the water and got to see her hit it hard, go under, and spread her body out to slow her descent as quickly as possible. Back at the top, Cage waited for her to surface but he did not see her do so. Eventually, someone called out from the ravine to call for an ambulance and get help, someone was injured. Cage panicked and immediately began looking for a way down. Problem was, there was no safe way down the cliff without doing the same jump Michelle had just done, and there was no way he was about to do that. So, he started running the opposite direcction, trying to find a spot where the beach got close enough to the ocean that he could just skirt it all the way back to the ravine.

A short time jump later, Cage was across a body of water, looking at the beach where he could see the ravine and the cliffs and such. He was also standing on the top floor of some kind of an office building in the middle of New York City, and seemed to be back to full size (as will make sense later when he meets the Australians). Pissed that he found no easier way to it, he told himself he was going to get there from the building if it killed him. He ran through many of the offices, until he came across a business meeting of a bunch of Australian men talking about their Outback adventure. Cage somehow knew they had what he needed and rounded a corner, finding a cluster of parachute packs laying on the ground. He snatched one up, telling the protesting gentlemen that he was taking it no matter what they said. As he fidgeted with the pack, the men told him he couldn’t take it cause he wasn’t properly trained to use a parachute. Cage held it up, grabbed the two loopholes with strings attached and asked “This one is the main chute, this one is the back-up chute, right?” The guys gave a half-hearted “yeah” as Cage accidentally pulled the back-up chute cord. It just flopped out on the ground, and he was pissed. Shortly after, he managed to break the cord to the main chute, not having it come out. He cut the back-up chute, knowing it was too small and not designed for what he would need to do, yanked out the main chute, and jumped out the window.

However, it turns out he wasn’t outside. Somehow, the building he was in was inside ANOTHER building. The air conditioner breeze was propelling him and he was working on maneuvering himself from stacks of papers and boxes to the other, like they were building tops. He eventually made it to a big window and jumped out, doing the same pattern of jumping from building to building with his chute, and very quickly made his way to the ravine.

At the ravine, he started to call out for Michelle, looking for her desperately. As he waded up the water, he caught glimpse of a body pop up from the water and get stuck on the rocks on the side. Running over to it, he saw it was the Asian guy that had jumped first. His body was immobile and his mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water, and it appeared something vital had been broken (like his neck or back perhaps). Michelle popped out of the water nearby and ran over too, the two of them trying to comfort the Asian man as they waited for paramedics to show up.

Another time jump and now the view was slowly creeping in through a door frame into the bathroom. There was a large, glass, standing shower (one the rich people have) with a naked woman showering in it. She had on the most atrocious red shower cap you’ll ever imagine in your life. Oh, and despite the dream making it clear that the woman was the same person as Michelle Rodriguez, she was now, in fact, Rihanna. She was talking to someone not entirely visible cause of the steam. Then, a man stood up behind her in a way that made it look like he had been sitting down, and as he was standing up, his was growing back to his normal size (having been shrunk and now returning to normal). The man was supposed to be Nicholas Cage, but now he actually looked like Jeff Daniels. The view panned away from them as he embraced Rihanna from behind and started to kiss her neck and talk about something that was lost in the sounds of the water running.

The second dream involved pigmies and a cake! Well...not really.

I was being transported by a government team in armored cars through the countryside to an unknown location for unknown reasons. They were deathly silent, each one of them staring at me as if I was some kind of psycho killer about to snap and rip their faces off. Turns out, I wasn’t the one to be worried about. There was an explosion ahead of us, the lead car disappearing in a ball of fire and shrapnel. Then the car behind us was gone. In no time, the front middle car was pounced on by four shadowy figures, the men torn out of it, and then they all disappeared again. The guys in the armored car with me all jumped out and ran in various directions, trying to seek and destroy whatever had just attacked them. I heard many screams and cries for help before silence completely overtook the area.

Before I could even blink, I was being thrown in the back of the front middle car (somewhat a cross between a truck and an SUV, kind of like an Avalanche. Sitting in the cab were two men dressed in denim jackets and just had that “mercenary look” about them. The third man in the car (whose knee I was halfway sitting on because of the lack of space) was very pale, had long hair, and wore a black overcoat. Okay, I have to just come out and say it; he looked exactly like the vampire Lestat. The fourth person was missing for a moment but then she jumped on the back of the truck/SUV cab and we drove off. I got a good look at her….a VERY good look at her. She was only wearing very short shorts, and wore no top of any kind, but had white body paint in a cat-like design across her torso. Her breasts were exposed and unpainted, but she had nipple piercings with diamonds. She also had shimmery blue hair. So she was all kinds of weird.

As we rode off, Lestat actually ended up telling me what the point of the abduction was without any prompting. He told me that I was going to help him. He was, in fact, a vampire. However, unlike most vampires, he was able to absorb the abilities of the people he drank blood from, and was using it to try to turn himself into an ultimate being. He only had a few types of people he needed to consume to achieve his “ultimate form”. I was supposedly a wonderful tracker and he would use my tracking skills to help him find the next person he needed. Before he explained what kind of person he needed, two important events occurred: a police car began following us as we entered into some kind of desert terrain, and the two mercenary men were torn out of the side of the car and replaced by another topless, nipple pierced woman like the first (however this one had red and yellow body pain and red hair).

After the change in people and police starting to chase, the woman in blue hair turned and started to jump on the police car. Lestat explained that he needed a human that had incredible speed/reflexes as his next target. As he began to speak, my hand instinctively shot out and covered his mouth, soliciting a look of amazement and absolute joy. He grabbed my arm and pulled it away painfully; laughing loudly and staring at me as he told me he was surprised that I was the one he was looking for. As he continued to laugh, the view changed to an outside one and showed the blue-haired woman on the police car tearing it apart. When enough damage was done, she punched through the window and jerked the wheel, then back flipped back onto the truck/SUV. The police car burst into flames, careened off the road and down a steep sand dune like it was a cliff, and smashed into the side of another dune. The car flipped, turned, kicked up sand, and crashed epically before finally slowing on the side of the dune. The officer inside fell out while covered in flames, screaming as he tumbled down the side of the dune and tried to roll to put out the fire, but the car was now rolling after him. He made it to the bottom of the dune, the fire put out, only to have the car tumble and land right on top of him.


Fun times, yes? And for your visual enjoyment, a cast of characters from my dreams:

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I was an Observer this time, watching the events unfold from the 3rd person perspective. It began as a group of 3 girls walking across an industrial platform (a large, metallic grating you couldn't see through because of pipes and duct work underneath, metal rails that had barbed wire wrapped around them, and a very long fall if someone did happen to take a tumble over the edge). The air was dark and gloomy, almost like there was a storm going on around the place in a 360 degree sphere. The two girls that would be non-focused on both had school-girl navy blue outfits, white blouses, and long, black hair. They looked mildly of Asian descent, probably Japanese or Chinese. The girl that would be the main focus was slightly taller than the other two girls, had blonde hair, and wore a outfit that was a bit more form fitting: a tight pink top with long sleeves that exposed her midrift, shorts that went halfway down her thighs and clung to her body with obviously ripped hemline, and black shoes (may have been combat boots but never got a great look at them). She also wore a pair of aviation goggles on top of her head.

When they got to a platform clearing, the two Asian girls explained that the blond girl had been brought on board to join their secret society of ninja arts because of the prowess she showed (what prowess she showed was never talked about). They told her about their master as he was walking by, how he had personally selected her and wanted to see if she could bring the school to greatness like it had been in the past. They also explained a little about the place, that it was a military compound built many years ago and abandoned after the crew just took off. I could not figure out in the dream exactly what kind of place it was. It was either a sea-going vessel, with a single carrier-style base and somehow a gigantic upper part attached with all kinds of oddly connected buildings and pathways, or if it was some kind of airship flying through the sky keeping it gravitationally and only slightly more reality bound. The Asian girls also explained that there were many relics left over from the military and everyone wanted to get them, but they were extremely hard to get. The blonde girl decided she wanted to show off a little and asked where one of them was. When she did, some of the stuff began to pulsate/glow with a bright orange light, highlighting what she would be after.

The things that lit up immediately were conveyer belts made out of tank tread material. There were two separate areas: one directly in front of her with two conveyer belts side-by-side and one to her left that had what looked like a fire-hose box attached to it. She opted for straight ahead, ran, and jumped up on it. The moving belt propelled her toward the edge, which ended with a slight ramp from the belt. Below, a...very very very very long drop into the blackish/purple abyss. She hit the ramp and launched off it. Ahead, there were two options and she had to "aim" herself while in the air. To the left was a steep platform floating in the air with a belt and ramp ending very, very quickly. To the right was a circular pool that had a purple/black liquid in it with what looked like a very bright light in the center that quickly dissipated as it got closer to the sides of the "pool". She aimed herself for the steep platform with the ramp and managed to hit it, but she stumbled a little and didn't fly off the second ramp correctly. The second leg had a similar set up, the pool closer than the platform on the left. However, since she didn't hit it right, she knew there was no way she could make the next platform and aimed for the pool. She landed dead center in it, went under, and disappeared.

Back on the platform with the Asian girls, the blonde suddenly popped up out from the side of the railing like she had been shot out of a tube and landed on her feet (apparently the "pools" were kinda like wormholes that put her back at the start. She was determined to get something, so she went for the path to the left. She had to turn a wheel crank to start the conveyer belt and set up what she needed to try for her next jump (the belt ended in open space, so she would have been diving into nothing otherwise). She hopped up as soon as the belt began to move and launched herself into the open space. About halfway to her destination, a platform extended in front of and below her. She aimed for it and landed, just as the far end of it began to explode in sections. There was a box next to her that she broke open, and three big jewels popped out. She grabbed all three, did some kind of weird move I can't even remember, and managed to be back on the platform with the Asian girls, now with a smug look on her face and twirling the jewels on her fingertip like a basketball.

There was kind of a montage moment where it showed her in classes, talking to other girls, being impressive with her skills, and the master watching over her. It was like some bad Karate Kid stuff going on, but it got the story moving. Eventually the master talked to her and told her about the rival ninjas that hated them. Yep, that's right, obvious plotfiller.

So yeah, it was night time(even though it was perpetually dark) and everyone was going to sleep. It was starting to storm out. Started to watch another girl that wasn't from any time before. She was sleeping in bed on a roll on the floor, and had her weapon right over her head (apparently they slept with their katanas on the floor over their heads). Lightening struck and a shadow appeared over the head of her bed. It reached down and silently picked up her sword. Another flash of lightening, and the sword went to the girls neck. There was a classic movie noise of metal being rubbed against as the view went away from her and to another room. This time it was back focusing on the blonde haired girl and someone else that slept at a 90 degree angle to her. A shadow appeared in the lightening just like before and reached for her weapon. However, the blonde girl woke up as he neared. There was a cool moment where you saw her lift her hand and bring it down in a stabbing motion, but couldn't see what she stabbed (even though it was obvious). She was holding the hilt of a weapon. The view panned up and showed her penetrating the back of the hand of the ninja in black garbs. They both stayed silent, but the noise of the stab woke the second girl up, and she took her small blade and slit the throat of the pinned ninja. They both got up and grabbed their weapons, noting that the one they killed didn't have a weapon of his own (which they surmised meant they wanted a "fair fight" and would get their weapons only from those they earned them from by taking them in their sleep).

They both ran out of their room into a hallway. The roommate took off outside, but the blonde girl stayed inside and wanted to get to the master. She ran up the steps that were to her left. At the top, there were two doors on either side. Anticipating the attack, she slowed and sneaked to the top step. Then she stuck out her weapon, and the two doors exploded open with people jumping out. She took care of both of them and dove into the door to her left. Just in time to see an Asian woman in a lovely little kimono walking out of a door on the far side. The Asian Kimono woman was yelling out orders to some people, and threatening other students that had shown up. The blonde girl sneaked up to the door, but there was nowhere to effectively hide, so she made herself known. The Asian Kimono woman saw her and ignored her a moment. On the floor in a closet where the Kimono woman came from were two items that she tossed away (they were mini-versions, but became full sized when she picked them up): another katana, and something that looked like a squid tentacle on a stick. The blonde girl took both and readied herself to attack the Kimono woman.

The tentacle thing did what any good tentacle would do...it was like a whip/grabber. The blonde girl got in a fight with the Kimono girl, and they had a decent fight but nothing special of note (other than it was in a hallway, which made it more difficult to actually attack). The Kimono girl was eventually defeated (but not killed) when the blonde used the tentacle to disarm the Kimono girl. Then the blonde gave the tentacle thing to another girl she knew didn't like using lethal force and told her about how effective it was at disarming. She then ran off up some more stairs to the next level.

At the top, there was a bulky Asian man that ID himself as the main bad guy attacking. Blondey wanted a piece, but the big guy wanted to test just how good she was, pitting her against one of his best. Out of nowhere, a smaller Asian girl jumped on the back of the big guy. He told the blonde that the little girl would try to stop the blonde from making any marks on him (the blonde was supposed to use a blue permanent marker). So, she complied. And proceeded to pwn both of them by getting marks all over him: his neck, chest, back, head, arms, legs, everywhere, while the little girl desperately scrambled to try and stop the blonde. The guy was extremely pissed from the get-go that she even got one mark, so his rage only amplified the more she marked him. Eventually the blonde and some other girls had to escape, cause the guy was getting dangerously pissed and flailing with a bunch of weapons that he could grab.

They got back to the original platform at the start, and the guy now transformed into a walking skeleton with the girl now "stuck" on him and trying to escape. The blonde attacked but her sword either didn't cut the bones and just pushed them around OR the bones almost instantly fused back together from her cutting. She ran past him and used the conveyer belts again, following the same pattern as before (hit the steep platform floating, land in the pool on the second jump). When she popped back up, the guy looked almost ghostly, but was no longer skeletal. He looked at her ominously and she ran off to climb some stairs. She got to the top without thinking and realized it was a bad move. Right away, the doors opened and two round balls (about the size of a botche ball) rolled out and started to tumble down the steps. Two very creepy looking Asian twins walked out like zombies and started chanting in unison that the blonde girl was going to die. The blonde took out some kind of heavy cloth and twirled it a little, threw it on top of the heads of the girls blocking her path, and pulled herself up and over them while simultaneously pulling them down the stairs. They tumbled and fell, landing on the balls going down the stairs, and the balls exploded, taking the two girls out. The blonde found the master just beyond where the girls had been, and the big scary bad guy caught up to them, preparing for a final showdown.

And then I woke up! XD God, I hate when that happens. But my dream was fading pretty fast with the twins, so it made sense I wouldn't get to see the end. Too bad, cause it could have been epic.

Oh, the master looked like a celebrity I've seen too. He played the Asian business man in Inception...I'll post a picture since I can't think of his name.

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Seeing his name...not sure why I couldn't remember it. >.>"""""

Another dream where so much happened that I both remember and don’t remember that I lose a lot of the details. Maybe someday someone will invent a device that maps the dreams that the person is most consciously attached to and play it out like a movie. Then it’d be so much easier than trying to rememeber and explain everything that happened and losing cool details.

I’ll skip trying to berate you with a bunch of half thoughts and uncertainties and skip right to where I started to remember the dream. I was at my dad’s house, which was more like a mansion now, and had just found two young kittens outside. They were both very fuzzy. One had more of a dark grey coloration, while the other was a lighter grey with leapord printing in a few places. Everyone at the house was enthralled by them and their fuzziness. I was kind of obsessed with trying to take care of them and keep them safe at first. One managed to get away and started to run around the house, so I follwed it.

Eventually we made it into my dad’s bathroom (which was huge) and passed another full grown cat that was black and white (the front half white, the back half black, separated by a diagonal line in the midsection) before finding the run away kitten. I scooped it up and handed it to a person that was apparently right behind me the whole time. They left with it, and I was intrigued by a cupboard door on a wall jutting out in the center of the bathroom. I opened it and saw it was a low ceiling that led into another room, so I crawled in. It led to another bathroom that I surmised was my stepmother’s because of all the pink colors. I was tempted to use the bathroom out of spite, but got distracted by a loud rumbling.

Outside at a group of people far away from the house, they walked through a forest and storm clouds blew in. The storm picked up intensity very quickly and they had to hunker down in a makeshift house of sticks and rocks that already existed. They radioed to the house, trying to warn them. Back at the house, outside of it now (which let me know the location was in some kind of rock wall) a group of people dressed like members of SG-1 got the radio signal about the storm. They wanted to confirm but the radio died. So back in the house, I started to run around trying to find the guy that would know cause he always kept an eye on the weather. He was in a crawlspace that could be gotten to through a small square cutout in the ceiling, but the problem was finding the right one because of how many there were (one per room, and a LOT of rooms).

It took a while to find him, but eventually I did (with the help of the guy actually sticking his head out of the ceiling) and asked him. He said that it was going to be a doosie, and everyone needed to get inside. So, naturally, everyone outside close enough ran inside just as the storm him and it got really intense.

The dream left the people at the hidden rock wall house behind (but took me along) and went to another place. This time it was in a big mall-like complex. And it was now apparently a cross between a game show and a reality TV show (kinda like Big Brother, lots of people together still competing for no real reason). Some people (myself included) were selected to go through the mall area, pick up articles of clothing (basically steal them) and wander to different areas of the mall. The rest of the group had to determine who had stolen the items and catch them before the person returned the item to where they got it from (or simply got out of the area of where the person looking for them was). The people doing the stealing knew who the others were, but the people searching did not know who had taken the items (kinda confusing how it worked out in the dream). I had a tank top and was wandering around an area with a whole bunch of other tank tops. The people I knew were searching for me showed up in the area and started looking around from person to person. I stuck to just outside their peripheral vision and made a big arc around them, eventually making it to the way out. I left, and there was a voiceover that said with one person getting away with it, they could only miss one more person or they would lose the game.

Except the dream now forgot the purpose of the game and changed the dynamics. Now everyone that was still playing (some people I knew IRL and some people just made up) had to find a certain type of person, discover the needed information about them, and then convince said person to have sex with them. Some of the options were normal, like a nymphomaniac wearing a red shirt; and some were a little more odd, like a wife and mother of two with brunette hair and green eyes that liked Salsa dancing. The dream jumped from person to person, sometimes sticking with the lesbian, sometimes to the guy sitting at a table joking around more than actually looking for his conquest, and sometimes to a guy that started out looking like a steroided up version of the lead singer of Nickelback. It kept coming back to him (turns out he was the wife/mother of two guy) and he managed to find such a woman that seemed DTF.

He began his process of trying to woo her, walking around the mall and asking her questions about her life (before this, his method of gaining information was basically to walk up to women and ask if they wanted a blowjob, which did not work out well). They got to the edge of the mall and the woman was saying she was thinking of leaving. Nickelback guy now changed and ended up looking exactly like Sean Bean from “Game of Thrones” (his clothing, hair, all of it) and broke down and told her what was going on. She got disgusted and ran off. He looked distraught and suddenly realized something. He knew he had cheated and broken the rules. This was clear because he ended up muttering it to himself first before screaming it to the sky trying to talk to the ‘gods’. The sky darkened, clouds thickened and darted across the sky, and the coloration went from hazy grey to deep reddish brown.

The dream jumped back to me as I stood outside and a good distance away from the mall. A booming, godly voice came from the sky and said “You shall be punished eternally for what you have done this day.” A bolt of lightening came from the sky and struck the side of the mall, and it began to crumble. People panicked and screamed, running every direction as the building fell away from where I was standing (it was probably 5 stories tall, but really long so it was covering a lot of space). The group of people I was with all piled into a car and sped off without me, the bastards. I started to run after them when the voice of a man behind me caught my attention.

I turned and looked at him: he was older with slicked back pale blonde hair, in a business suit with a red tie. He was screaming “not my buildings!” as lightening came down and struck a building across the street that was a hospital of some sort. The building split in half and began to fall two opposite directions. At this point I realized the godly voice called the buildings by name (I can’t remember exactly what they were, but they were close approximations to Sodom and Gomorrah to represent the somewhat biblical feeling that was overtaking the dream at this point). I began to run again, seeing my friends having got on the interstate and speed off. I had to run across 5 lines of interstate traffic that was in major panic. Everything was shaking and vibrating, making it hard to see straight and run at all. I made it across the first 5 safely and was on the side of traffic moving AWAY from the disaster. As I ran, I got closer to a bridge that was starting to shake violently. One of the people that got in the car was on the side of the road where I was running and they said it was going to get bad.

The dream then jumped from person to person that were the group of people from before (most of them in random places now for some reason). Some were in a subway station that was beginning to collapse, some were outside in a weird desert military outpost where the military people were freaking out. Eventually the catastrophe stopped and everything went quiet.

There was a lot of filler that I lose out on details, but basically once it quieted down I went on a hunting mission to find the rest of my group. Whenever I found someone (at this point as well, the dream had a kind of map that would pop up to tell me where I was at, in the form of a big square around the main center with spots of importance at each of the four corners and the midway point between each), I would send them to the “main section” where everyone else (and survivors that weren’t in our group) were gathering to work together. After getting everyone together and letting them get cleaned up (some were still missing, and actually a part that’s foggy but I somewhat remember about a friend of the group that got hurt and was supposed to be going home, but actually one of the other members of the group kept them around to help them on his own was eventually found and in even worse shape, borederline dying), I began to dish out people to various areas based on their capabilities. As this happened, the dream went away from the group to another place that would add a new member to our group (in a weird way).

At the military outpost (a grouping of military-style tents guarding a gated passageway into a desert of red sand), a red robot showed up from literally nowhere and went on a rampage, using saw blades for hands and feet to cut through the military people one after the other until none were left. The robot then started to head up part of the map that would lead to where the group and survivors were, but stopped short and said it didn’t want to get involved with them just yet. A “pause screen” of sorts came up and showed a clustering of the people in my group, and the red robot faded into the picture on the far left side (sort of like a character select screen in a game). The robot turned back, went to the big metal door to the desert and began burrowing a hole underneath it.

And then…I woke up. It was an incredibly long dream, which doesn’t usually happen to me. I hate leaving out details like the actual look of the buildings (which would be hard to explain, but not impossible) and things like that, but it would likely only bog it down more than I already do. But that was the overal big parts of it, as far as I can remember.

A little league baseball team was in their final game for a division title. It was basically the red team vs. the blue team (the team I was focused on was the red team). There was some smack talk before hand and the red team did a few confidence boosters thanks to the Native American coach. They all ran to the field to start the game.

The dream skipped over the middle parts, instead going straight to the end of the game. It was the final inning and the red team was up at bat and needed two runs to clinch victory. I was watching from just over the pitcher’s shoulder, but was slowly backing away to get a fuller view of the field. The first few pitches were terrible for both the blue team and the red team. A couple of wild pitches, a couple of foul balls. Eventually the red team got a good hit in, a low and fast one, but the shortstop caught it and the kid was out (but for some reason ran all the way to first base before walking off the field).

I was now at the back of the field and noticed that things weren’t exactly normal baseball setups. The field was not a diamon, it was a oblong shape, like a Twinkie. In the back of the shape where second base was (which was ridiculously close to first base), the inner field area went into a steep ditch. The ditch was probably five feet deep and five feet wide at the mouth, caving inward to nearly a point. At the bottom was some collected amounts of water. A mother in a blue polo and white shorts stood in the trench with her very young son (probably 3 years old at the most) wearing a yellow t-shirt laying in the trench taking a nap.

The next batter up was the youngest kid on the team. He managed to get sort of a bunt for a hit and made it to first base. The next pitch came and the guy was struck out pretty quickly. Next up to bat and the kid got another low and fast one right up the middle. The first baseman tried to grab the ball but it bounced off his glove and disappeared. The youngest kid was already at second base (not like he had far to go) and stopped for second thinking the other kid was out, but the first baseman started to yell out that he couldn’t find the ball and looking frantically for it. The youngest kid started to run, but he was pretty slow. I looked down in the trench and saw that the little boy napping had grabbed the ball and was holding on to it. The first baseman said it wasn’t fair that the kid took it, but I told him it was the same as if the ball had ended up there anyway.

The first baseman retrieved the ball and threw it to second base and got the kid that had originally hit the ball out. The second baseman threw the ball to third base just as the slower, younger kid made it there, but the throw was too high. Everything went black as the younger kid took off for home with the entire team screaming and cheering for him to run and hooting and hollering. Everyone was yelling and cheering for him to run as fast as he could and he could make it and yeah! And everything went silent…

The gate to the park burst open and out ran the blue team, hoisting the division cup over their heads and cheering in victory, riding on a huge dune buggie decorated with all their team logos and name and numbers, etc. Not being cocky winners at all, the blue team basically said “suck it” to the red team as they sped off. The red team walked out, downtrodden and defeated, but glad the game was over. Their Native American coach told them it was no big deal. All they needed were three division wins in the future and they’d qualify for the championship game. The kids got mildy excited by it, but weren’t really all that interested. No longer were they normal looking kids after the speech, they had suddenly become an anime version of themselves (anime-style like “Spirited Away”).

Two of the kids turned to look at each other from opposite sides of the group. They started to run to each other. I saw their feet moving, only from about knee level down. They had weird rainboots on with spiral designs. The feet ran, passed each other, spun and skidded in a 180 degree turn after passing each other and faced one another. One of the pairs of boots, the teal colored ones with multicolored spirals, took steps closer to the black pair with pink spirals. Then, when close enough, the teal pair of boots went up on its tip toes. There was an audible gasp.

I could see their faces now. One of the youth was kissing another. The kid being kissed looked very shocked and confused, but stunned into immobility. That was until he snapped out of it and reeled back with the classic “Whaaaa?!” face you might expect in an anime. The kid that did the kissing said he hoped the kissee would forgive him for their past and they could keep being friends and that the game wouldn’t affect their friendship. The kisser then ran off, trying to get away from the rest of his teammates as they called after him not to go.

The kisser eventually got back to the real world (no longer anime-style), and ran into a fenced in lot. At some point in his run, he realized an important truth that was waiting in that fenced in area. It turns out that a large jet that was parked in the lot was in fact a Ninja Turtle…but not only a Ninja Turtle, but also the boy’s brother. The jet slowly changed from a jet into a turtle-like jet (green for the most part, a brown “shell” on the back, the wheels looking like turtle feet), and then into the boy’s brother, who was a taller man with a leather jacket and white undershirt and tight fitting jeans and cowboy boots.

The kid asked his brother why he was disguised as a plane/Ninja Turtle and the brother said it was the perfect cover. No one suspected a jet to be a person AND it helped him stay elevated from the zombies that were approaching (WHY THE HELL WERE THERE NOW ZOMBIES?!) There was a fly over of nearby and a small contingency of the undead were walking through a field behind some trees. It flew back to the boy and his brother, and they both talked about how now was the time to be really damn quiet.