WOW were last night's dreams zany.
Dream 1: Don't ask me how I got here, but I was with a large group of people and I arrived at a house. This house was apparently so big that the first thing that we decided to do was play a game of indoor football. Like, American football. There was a room in this house big enough for that. And pads and equipment. So we did. And it was the dumbest thing ever. Like, I guess I was set to watch the wide receiver or something, but for whatever reason, I decided I shouldn't be the farthest to the side. What happened was the play started and the guy next to me started blocking me, preventing me from getting to the guy running. Didn't matter. The other team was balls stupid. Most of the dream we had the ball, but there was a time where we kicked it off to them, which just a punt for whatever reason, and they fumbled it around. I was the person to finally dive on it. Even when I did, nobody touched me, so I just got up and kept running. I guess our team was really stupid. Some of our kickoffs, which were also punts went about 10 yards forward and 30 yards to the left. They did a kickoff and one of our players grabbed it and just threw it against the wall behind our endzone. I have no idea what he was going for. It all culminated in one final drive. SOMEHOW, it got to 4th and 1. I have no idea where we were in terms of yardline, but we were against a wall. Like, if we were to go one yard, we would have run straight into a wall. It actually felt like my sister's bedroom; I felt like there was a loft ahead of me and the only way to run would be to the right where here closet was. I guess it was an opening. I get the ball and run, jump, totally make it a yard, but it doesn't count or something, so we all stop. I should say Patrick Z and Greg S were on my team for that final charge. Not sure who else was there. I think Connor G did one of those pathetic punt kickoffs.
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The game ended, and I walked up to some girl. Don't know why, but she was scared and was calling her mom to pick her up and go home. I don't know if I encouraged her to go, told her she should stay or what, but eventually she left. THEN the dream took a crazy turn. It started focusing on these graves where supernatural babies died or something. Along with the date of birth and death, there was another series of numbers. All of them were constantly changing. I think each one lead into some sort of tomb that people were supposed to go into and kill stuff. I have NO idea what that was all about.
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THEN, same dream, I recap what happened to Robert E, and maybe someone else, I don't remember. But my recap contained really well drawn cartoon descriptions of the football court. Then, it started to have Calvin, from Calvin and Hobbes, dressed as Stupendous Man flying through a staircase and through a layer of drywall. He breaks into the room on the other side, and, as a way to look natural, starts describing this person's sandwich that they're eating. Turns out it was two identical sandwiches stacked on top of each other.
Dream 2: I was in a Zaring class with 5 other people. I think I hated most of them because they were stupid, but I was sat a table with Rob. I was happy because I knew I wouldn't be dicked if picked for some sort of group work. Zaring hands out this test with about 45 minutes left for class. I don't know if he expected us to finish it or what, but I had absolutely NO idea what any of it was. In that time, I managed to bullshit my way through the first page. I handed it back asking if he expected us to be able to complete it. I don't think so. I left, and walked into my middle school auditorium, which was right there. I THINK I remember seeing a bunch of middle schoolers with guitars, then think to myself, "Shit, where's mine?" I turn around and walk into the nearest classroom. Inside, there are like 50 guitars on guitar stands, all facing away. I try to find one that shaped mine, but none were, they were all very strangely shaped. I step outside through a different doorway. McKenna B is out there asking about something, probably that thing for her little. I'm too preoccupied with the location of my guitar and just keep walking around. She follows me. As I'm about to enter into the same classroom through a different door, Calvin L appears, probably saying something, though the purpose of his presence is thoroughly unknown. I walk in again and see a kid about to walk out with mine when I shout at them to stop. I get it back and see Calvin again, standing at a different door again asking to be let in, saying he can only enter through that door, even though a foot to his right around the corner was another door perfectly wide open.
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I think I leave here with Louis H and we get in a car to go somewhere but I honestly don't remember. I remember Louis being in my dream, but that's about it.
And to think I was worried about losing my ability to have crazy dreams!
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