SHE CAME BACK. If you haven't read last night's, do that.
Dream 1: Imagine reading a comic book panel by panel. Along the top, you see a girl who works as an RA, or has some sort of job amongst all these people working. I'm not 100% sure if she actually is the exact same person from last night but I want to beliieeeeve! Anyways, I remember her standing on top of a building shouting something, then going to that building and entering from the top where she was. Yeah, it was weird and I don't remember the specifics. Like, I don't remember if we had talked before this moment or how I knew she was perfect for me before this incident. Eventually, she notices me and ducks off into a laundry room. I pop my head in and she jokes about using the PA system and how if we were to do anything it would be broadcast to the whole floor. Yes, this sounds really weird, but believe me, we were in a wonderfully joking manner. AND THEN, she busts into singing The Run and Go. Like, the Twenty One Pilots song. I don't know how she was doing it, but she had the music going on in the background, like, through magic and telekinesis she had a piano and a large mallet and drum playing the music. And we were in the laundry room, dancing, singing, and it turns into a beautiful duet. Like, I ultimately didn't know exactly what she was going for, like, if she didn't quite want us to be in a relationship, or maybe she did. Anyways, it ended and we embraced and kissed and it was wonderfully magical.
Dream 2: Starts off and I'm at work with my work intern colleagues. SOMEHOW, from there, it goes to me being in a gym or something holding a trombone. And there was a marching band playing in there. And I was getting a call from my colleagues on our office communicator thing. I eventually got to answering it, but I had to put a blanket over my head as to block out the music of the band from the call. It was surprisingly effective. Anyways, nothing comes of the call, and I take off the blanket and most of the band is gone. I remember asking a guy what's an appropriate way to set down a trombone, and I end up just sticking it vertically on a chair, the bell working as a stable enough base. From there, Julia S. appears telling me she's ready to go. She was carrying a lot, backpack, sidebag thing, maybe a suitcase too. I grab my things and we head out. We're walking to wherever we were going, talking, having an enjoyable time and then I realize I forgot the trombone. I had to go back and get it, as far as I knew, it wasn't even mine. She said that she'd stay on a bench and wait for me to get back. I said she could keep going and I'd just meet her whenever, but she was nice enough to wait. And I don't exactly remember the specifics on how we got to this, I never actually got around to going back. I think I went to get us drinks, but as I was about to offer one to her, she had presented two wine glasses filled with water. We toasted and I woke up.
Dreams were pretty good. Genuinely unsure if the first dream of this night beat out the one from the night before, they're very close. VERY close.
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Night of 06/26/15
Dream 1:
Starts off as good as any dream can, right? I'm in a building that has a class that begins in like 12 minutes. I don't have any of the materials for that class. Luckily, the house I live in is next door. I see the professor in the hallway and I tell her I'm leaving to get said items and that I'll be back. I run to the house and up the stairs. Open the door and Abi C.'s there not really doing anything. Standin around and such. I'm in a huge hurry, throwin stuff in and out of my bookbag before just coming to the conclusion that my bookbag cannot possibly hold all the things I need, therefore I need a bigger container. I throw all my stuff into a wooden trunk and start hauling it downstairs after checking the clock to notice I'm already a couple minutes late. And worst of all, this was about 3-4 weeks into the semester and I'd only been to this class once or twice, I totally forgot I was even enrolled.
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Jump to much later in the same dream to where my other sister, Rachel C. and I are going to a bank. Due to some random complicated circumstances, I was in a position to be granted a sum of money from a video by Neil Cicierega. Maybe it was a contest, maybe he just liked me. But it was a video about Santa Claus, but filtered through his wonderfully demented mind to where Santa was now called Sotis. Which now that I think of it may be the SCOTUS decision working it's way into my subconscious in a really weird way. We get there and the place looks like an old-timey model house or something. Everything there looks really nice in that roped-off look-don't-touch kinda way. But, it turns out it was a 5/3 bank, so I could use it. I try to find the slip for, like, a money request or whatever is mostly appropriate for the situation. I think I found it next to the withdraw/deposit slips in a high up position on top of a cabinet barely in reach. I also remember having troubles finding a pen. I don't think I ever got around to handing it to a bank teller.
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From there, we go into a side room which I think turned out to be the class I was late for at the beginning of the dream. And it was either the instructor or the teacher's assistant, but she was being a total asshole to people for anything that may have been "out of line." But that comes more into play later. What's more important was that I sat next to my dream girl. Her name was Sarah. This was actually an amazing dream because of this. I sat next to this girl who was wonderfully attractive with long black hair, but more importantly was how quickly we began making quick-witted jokes to each other and having a really good time. We clicked perfectly, but I knew it was perfection a short time later. The teacher/TA started talking about us, trying to shame us or embarrass us for wasting time, or being late, or something dumb. Basically being stupidly uptight. Both of us started retorted saying about how she's taking things way too seriously and should chill out on this. And at the same time, in equally bad Meeseeks impressions from Rick and Morty, we both shouted "You just gotta reLAAAAX." It was the most perfect thing I'd ever seen in a dream. It must've overthrown all structure for the class as we all then got up and left. I couldn't find Rachel anywhere, so I assume she left on her own. Which was actually perfect, cause I was planning on leaving with Sarah anyways. As we left, I woke up.
Dream 2: Dream two takes place at Louis H's place. His house. I walked down the street and into someone's garage, took their scooter, and pushed my way bake to his place. There was a party there. I don't know who all was there, but I remember specifically Hannah S. was there. I told people about how I pretty much stole that scooter and had to bring it back, but more pressing, I noticed that Hannah was distracted, appeared bothered by something. She kept checking her phone with an upset look on her face. I wanted to tell her that if she wanted to talk about something, she could talk to me and I'd try to help out. Instead of telling her verbally, I wrote it on the inside of a small cardboard box and put it on her head. She opened the other end of it to where her head popped out the other end. She didn't tell me anything, but she looked at me in a way of mutual understanding. And I think we all won in the end.
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I mean, that first dream was just about the best dream I ever had, and the only one that came close was the one where Rob E. and I were in a gay relationship with each other and acted like an old married couple. That one was pretty great.
Starts off as good as any dream can, right? I'm in a building that has a class that begins in like 12 minutes. I don't have any of the materials for that class. Luckily, the house I live in is next door. I see the professor in the hallway and I tell her I'm leaving to get said items and that I'll be back. I run to the house and up the stairs. Open the door and Abi C.'s there not really doing anything. Standin around and such. I'm in a huge hurry, throwin stuff in and out of my bookbag before just coming to the conclusion that my bookbag cannot possibly hold all the things I need, therefore I need a bigger container. I throw all my stuff into a wooden trunk and start hauling it downstairs after checking the clock to notice I'm already a couple minutes late. And worst of all, this was about 3-4 weeks into the semester and I'd only been to this class once or twice, I totally forgot I was even enrolled.
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Jump to much later in the same dream to where my other sister, Rachel C. and I are going to a bank. Due to some random complicated circumstances, I was in a position to be granted a sum of money from a video by Neil Cicierega. Maybe it was a contest, maybe he just liked me. But it was a video about Santa Claus, but filtered through his wonderfully demented mind to where Santa was now called Sotis. Which now that I think of it may be the SCOTUS decision working it's way into my subconscious in a really weird way. We get there and the place looks like an old-timey model house or something. Everything there looks really nice in that roped-off look-don't-touch kinda way. But, it turns out it was a 5/3 bank, so I could use it. I try to find the slip for, like, a money request or whatever is mostly appropriate for the situation. I think I found it next to the withdraw/deposit slips in a high up position on top of a cabinet barely in reach. I also remember having troubles finding a pen. I don't think I ever got around to handing it to a bank teller.
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From there, we go into a side room which I think turned out to be the class I was late for at the beginning of the dream. And it was either the instructor or the teacher's assistant, but she was being a total asshole to people for anything that may have been "out of line." But that comes more into play later. What's more important was that I sat next to my dream girl. Her name was Sarah. This was actually an amazing dream because of this. I sat next to this girl who was wonderfully attractive with long black hair, but more importantly was how quickly we began making quick-witted jokes to each other and having a really good time. We clicked perfectly, but I knew it was perfection a short time later. The teacher/TA started talking about us, trying to shame us or embarrass us for wasting time, or being late, or something dumb. Basically being stupidly uptight. Both of us started retorted saying about how she's taking things way too seriously and should chill out on this. And at the same time, in equally bad Meeseeks impressions from Rick and Morty, we both shouted "You just gotta reLAAAAX." It was the most perfect thing I'd ever seen in a dream. It must've overthrown all structure for the class as we all then got up and left. I couldn't find Rachel anywhere, so I assume she left on her own. Which was actually perfect, cause I was planning on leaving with Sarah anyways. As we left, I woke up.
Dream 2: Dream two takes place at Louis H's place. His house. I walked down the street and into someone's garage, took their scooter, and pushed my way bake to his place. There was a party there. I don't know who all was there, but I remember specifically Hannah S. was there. I told people about how I pretty much stole that scooter and had to bring it back, but more pressing, I noticed that Hannah was distracted, appeared bothered by something. She kept checking her phone with an upset look on her face. I wanted to tell her that if she wanted to talk about something, she could talk to me and I'd try to help out. Instead of telling her verbally, I wrote it on the inside of a small cardboard box and put it on her head. She opened the other end of it to where her head popped out the other end. She didn't tell me anything, but she looked at me in a way of mutual understanding. And I think we all won in the end.
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I mean, that first dream was just about the best dream I ever had, and the only one that came close was the one where Rob E. and I were in a gay relationship with each other and acted like an old married couple. That one was pretty great.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
night of 05/20/15
Dream 1:
I was at my high school. No idea why, I was just there in a car that was not mine. In fact, it was Matt C.'s. I was parked near an entrance, but on the sidewalk precariously close to slipping onto the grass. Matt was doing modifications, fixing something. I'm not sure what he was trying to accomplish, but he pulled of the driver's side door after unscrewing, like, three screws, which I'm pretty sure isn't accurate. Soon after, I'm shouted for by Christian G. Someone had run over his foot and he needed me to bring him to the ER. I was trying to get Matt to hurry up and put on the door, but he was having none of it. The car is a 2-door, and the back seats were, well, you know how in a van or SUV the back row can put down to hold more stuff? Yeah, that was the case in this two door vehicle. For some reason, we were set on Christian sitting in the back, who, for no reason, was just standing by the car, and we had this weird chair-walker hybrid we were trying to shove into the back. Someone claimed that it's ridiculous, someone with a broken foot would only get worse with that sort of thing. I don't know if we ever got the door back in, ever got Christian in the car, or left, but that's where my memory of it's lost.
Dream 2:
I think I was playing/in a game of Nazi Zombies. In my mind, Jacob D. and I were walking around call of dead if it looked like a Hyperion building from Borderlands 2. Not important. I remember Kanye West playing in the background. Before I knew it, it was a dance. The layout gets really funky, as it took place mostly on this boat, but I think couples were mostly wandering around trying to find a place where they can shag. The boat was entirely wooden, that old wood where sticking your hand anywhere comes with the risk of getting a splinter. I wasn't wearing a tux or suit, but I did have a dress shirt and slacks that looked to be 5 sizes too big. They were held up by 4 belts and something else around my waist, I'm not sure. I go to the bathroom to fix them, turn them around, but also to take a poop. On the way there, I see Scout T-i making out with some dude. The bathroom's incredibly small, like outhouse-sized, barely larger than a bathroom stall. The door was poorly secured. Someone almost came in, but I held the door shut while yelling that it's occupied. Not much longer later, Andrew S. opens the door. He must've known I was in there and didn't care at all what I was doing. He told me about how awful and boring it was to come to the dance alone. I remember thinking that I didn't come alone, but I was dateless throughout the entire dance. Shortly after, he leaves, and I see out in the hallways, Patrick Z, Greg S, and maybe someone else, but I'm not sure. They were watching a video on the preview display of a large copy machine and looked to be having just a wonderful time.
I was at my high school. No idea why, I was just there in a car that was not mine. In fact, it was Matt C.'s. I was parked near an entrance, but on the sidewalk precariously close to slipping onto the grass. Matt was doing modifications, fixing something. I'm not sure what he was trying to accomplish, but he pulled of the driver's side door after unscrewing, like, three screws, which I'm pretty sure isn't accurate. Soon after, I'm shouted for by Christian G. Someone had run over his foot and he needed me to bring him to the ER. I was trying to get Matt to hurry up and put on the door, but he was having none of it. The car is a 2-door, and the back seats were, well, you know how in a van or SUV the back row can put down to hold more stuff? Yeah, that was the case in this two door vehicle. For some reason, we were set on Christian sitting in the back, who, for no reason, was just standing by the car, and we had this weird chair-walker hybrid we were trying to shove into the back. Someone claimed that it's ridiculous, someone with a broken foot would only get worse with that sort of thing. I don't know if we ever got the door back in, ever got Christian in the car, or left, but that's where my memory of it's lost.
Dream 2:
I think I was playing/in a game of Nazi Zombies. In my mind, Jacob D. and I were walking around call of dead if it looked like a Hyperion building from Borderlands 2. Not important. I remember Kanye West playing in the background. Before I knew it, it was a dance. The layout gets really funky, as it took place mostly on this boat, but I think couples were mostly wandering around trying to find a place where they can shag. The boat was entirely wooden, that old wood where sticking your hand anywhere comes with the risk of getting a splinter. I wasn't wearing a tux or suit, but I did have a dress shirt and slacks that looked to be 5 sizes too big. They were held up by 4 belts and something else around my waist, I'm not sure. I go to the bathroom to fix them, turn them around, but also to take a poop. On the way there, I see Scout T-i making out with some dude. The bathroom's incredibly small, like outhouse-sized, barely larger than a bathroom stall. The door was poorly secured. Someone almost came in, but I held the door shut while yelling that it's occupied. Not much longer later, Andrew S. opens the door. He must've known I was in there and didn't care at all what I was doing. He told me about how awful and boring it was to come to the dance alone. I remember thinking that I didn't come alone, but I was dateless throughout the entire dance. Shortly after, he leaves, and I see out in the hallways, Patrick Z, Greg S, and maybe someone else, but I'm not sure. They were watching a video on the preview display of a large copy machine and looked to be having just a wonderful time.
Friday, April 10, 2015
Night of 04/09/15
One dream. It's The Office. Like, actually just The Office. I don't know how many months it's been since I've last seen a full episode of the office.
It begins with Dwight and I walking to the street, as we're gonna go somewhere. I remember being barefoot and walking through muddy grass. I was planning on driving, but my car was at the high school. Still stuck on taking my car, I tell Dwight that he'll drive us to the high school, to which we'll take my car the rest of the way. I get in, he's driving. The car is real small, like a Fiat, or a smartcar, or something. Still had four doors though. Anyways. he's instantly revealed to be an insane driver.First turn he takes is way too fast. We're about to collide into parked cars on the left side of the road to which his solution is driving to the left of them onto the grass and sidewalk. During this constant drift through mud, grass, and a large gravel driveway, I manage to put on my seatbelt and comment about how, well, I guess he knows what he's doing. He replies by saying that this is how he got into his first accident. Lovely.
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The plot around here is that Dwight was in love with Erin, who now worked at a CVS, but there was some restraining order or something. He had a leg brace or some other device that beeped not only when he was near her, but also when he was near a high school. So we didn't end up swapping cars. I think when we first got into the car, Dwight took... something. Like, some medicine, or some solution, or... Something. He began to act like he did in the episode where he got a concussion. Just slower, without reason, he began to act childish. This is while he was driving, while we were in transit. Before I knew it, we were both in the backseat, and he was in a child's carseat. He was still on the driver's side, just now in the backseat. He still had all the knobs, pedals, things of the driver though. I had to get him to stop, I was telling him how great it'd be if we stopped, how we needed to stop. I reached over in front of him and starting messing with levers and knobs, eventually getting this vehicle to stop moving. I get out of my seat and walk around to the driver's seat. We were right around the corner from our destination, I could see the CVS. I think about how Dwight might be able to affect my driving from the back and that I'll just work on not letting anything bad happen. I get a call from my dad about how he's canceling dinner with me tonight and pushing it to tomorrow. I keep shouting that that's fine, I'm kinda busy getting these two back together or something. He eventually puts me on pause. We reach our destination, and I just hang up.
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The CVS is layout like a large stapler. Like, the big ones with handle? Yeah, imagine walking in at the handle to a large wall which you walk around and see the rest of the store, which is about as big as a post office or a UPS or something. Anyways, to my understanding, Dwight's silliness was caused by him losing blood. At this point, he lost enough to be normal again. He walks in ahead of me. I trail and hear his leg-thing start beeping. Erin, who was at the other end of this small room tells him that he shouldn't be here. We can hear the sound of scraping, and looking at the floor, we see a trail of a cart's wheels that had been scraping up the floor. Dwight points to the trail, then points to me to stop them as he reconciles their love. I walk around for a bit to the person who gets really mad at CVS in general or something. She flips the cart over and begins to complain at Erin. Another guy or two start complaining to Erin. I think one complains about something CVS related, the other just says once Erin showed up, The Office began its decline. Which was really weird and meta. Telling the character that her character ruined the show? Anyways, they're all discussing, arguing, complaining, and I look to my left to see Meredith and someone else. Meredith compliments me on my winter jacket, that I guess I was wearing then. Then she squeezes my head with her hands. Then I wake up.
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As a bonus, there was a dream where I was playing a bonus level of, like, a Donkey Kong game. The level design was set up like if a level designer from Spyro the Dragon was content on putting out absolute shit. It was a bonus level for the game in which you control Useless Kong, or something. I spent most of the time falling down large rifts into lava at the bottom. The rest of it was jumping across tiny platforms and picking up gems.
It begins with Dwight and I walking to the street, as we're gonna go somewhere. I remember being barefoot and walking through muddy grass. I was planning on driving, but my car was at the high school. Still stuck on taking my car, I tell Dwight that he'll drive us to the high school, to which we'll take my car the rest of the way. I get in, he's driving. The car is real small, like a Fiat, or a smartcar, or something. Still had four doors though. Anyways. he's instantly revealed to be an insane driver.First turn he takes is way too fast. We're about to collide into parked cars on the left side of the road to which his solution is driving to the left of them onto the grass and sidewalk. During this constant drift through mud, grass, and a large gravel driveway, I manage to put on my seatbelt and comment about how, well, I guess he knows what he's doing. He replies by saying that this is how he got into his first accident. Lovely.
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The plot around here is that Dwight was in love with Erin, who now worked at a CVS, but there was some restraining order or something. He had a leg brace or some other device that beeped not only when he was near her, but also when he was near a high school. So we didn't end up swapping cars. I think when we first got into the car, Dwight took... something. Like, some medicine, or some solution, or... Something. He began to act like he did in the episode where he got a concussion. Just slower, without reason, he began to act childish. This is while he was driving, while we were in transit. Before I knew it, we were both in the backseat, and he was in a child's carseat. He was still on the driver's side, just now in the backseat. He still had all the knobs, pedals, things of the driver though. I had to get him to stop, I was telling him how great it'd be if we stopped, how we needed to stop. I reached over in front of him and starting messing with levers and knobs, eventually getting this vehicle to stop moving. I get out of my seat and walk around to the driver's seat. We were right around the corner from our destination, I could see the CVS. I think about how Dwight might be able to affect my driving from the back and that I'll just work on not letting anything bad happen. I get a call from my dad about how he's canceling dinner with me tonight and pushing it to tomorrow. I keep shouting that that's fine, I'm kinda busy getting these two back together or something. He eventually puts me on pause. We reach our destination, and I just hang up.
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The CVS is layout like a large stapler. Like, the big ones with handle? Yeah, imagine walking in at the handle to a large wall which you walk around and see the rest of the store, which is about as big as a post office or a UPS or something. Anyways, to my understanding, Dwight's silliness was caused by him losing blood. At this point, he lost enough to be normal again. He walks in ahead of me. I trail and hear his leg-thing start beeping. Erin, who was at the other end of this small room tells him that he shouldn't be here. We can hear the sound of scraping, and looking at the floor, we see a trail of a cart's wheels that had been scraping up the floor. Dwight points to the trail, then points to me to stop them as he reconciles their love. I walk around for a bit to the person who gets really mad at CVS in general or something. She flips the cart over and begins to complain at Erin. Another guy or two start complaining to Erin. I think one complains about something CVS related, the other just says once Erin showed up, The Office began its decline. Which was really weird and meta. Telling the character that her character ruined the show? Anyways, they're all discussing, arguing, complaining, and I look to my left to see Meredith and someone else. Meredith compliments me on my winter jacket, that I guess I was wearing then. Then she squeezes my head with her hands. Then I wake up.
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As a bonus, there was a dream where I was playing a bonus level of, like, a Donkey Kong game. The level design was set up like if a level designer from Spyro the Dragon was content on putting out absolute shit. It was a bonus level for the game in which you control Useless Kong, or something. I spent most of the time falling down large rifts into lava at the bottom. The rest of it was jumping across tiny platforms and picking up gems.
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Night of 04/07/15
Dream 1: I was back at marching band. More of a nightmare. But rather than being in high school in marching band, I was still in college and just playing with the band. We weren't actually doing a show, we were just playing random music from the benches. As is normal. I go into the trailer to get my instrument, find a baritone, and set it up. I play a bit to make sure I still know how and notice a slide is missing. I took it out of it's case like that, missing slide in hand as well. Anyways, most of the people there were unrecognizable dream people, save one individual. Somebody I used to know was there being an absolute asshole to everyone while simultaneously wondering why nobody liked them. There was also a kid there who wanted to look cool and show off his high school smarts to me, the college kid, but he was just so pretentious and awful the I couldn't be bothered.
Dream 2: Although this might actually be an extension of dream 1. I step out of my dad's classroom to find Stephen T. We're there waiting for Rob E, Matt C, or both. There's a presentation going on in the gym that everyone's required to go to. I'd rather not, but if I had to go, I'd like to sit by my friends. I spend a bit of time walking around, go to where I think my locker should be before realizing the key I have in my hand does not actually go to a locker and that I'd need a combination. Which I didn't have. I'm overcome with the need to poop, so I got to the bathroom. There's a guy in the first stall, so I go the second, the handicapped stall. It had both a urinal and a regular toilet in it. I remember being worried that the guy in the other stall would toss shit at me or something. The seat part of the toilet is so skewed that I have to awkwardly arrange myself as to make sure everything makes it in. I remember when I left, I had wanted to not run into the guy in the other stall, so I waited a bit as he left. When I got out, I fiddled with the stall lock. The stall lock also adjusted the lights. This happened just as another guy walked in. I washed my hands and left quickly as to not strike conversation was. I go back to where Stephen was waiting to find someone else there. I ask if they knew where Stephen was, and they said he was already in the gym with Matt and/or Rob. They knew because they could hear the laughter of one of them.
Dream 3: If you do not understand League of Legends, this may be a difficult dream for you to follow. This was the final game of LCS, a League championship. I was in it, or rather, the match occurred around me. I was Ashe, which meant I walked around with a bow. I get into my lane and did what I do. At some point, I noticed some opponents behind me and went to recall. I ended up reappearing someplace else. In confusion, I asked Stephen and Rob, who were on my team. They casually respond something like, "Oh yeah, they placed recall traps." Oh great, now I'm gonna die here, wonderful. Which I did. Then eventually spawned back in. I never thought I was doing too poorly, but eventually we all had to return to protect our base. From lane, I had to parkour my way back, jump from wooden structure to wooden structure, and run up an extended rope leading to our base. The base itself was a large building, kinda looked like a hotel, kinda looked like a convention center or something.
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From here on out, it was us defending the building, or anticipating defending. The building was actually like a ground zero thing at the location of, well, where 9/11 happened, but looking out, it appeared to be where my elementary school was located. A couple teammates and I looked out over a balcony to see swarms of tourists. A massive line of people who were planning on coming through. The enemy team devised to getting the building swamped with people and then somehow having them bring defeat to us. At the other end of the hall we were at was the base, or the nexus, or whatever. Eric, the SIO intern, was placing all sorts of traps along the hallway that I had to make sure I didn't hit when transiting between the base and the balcony. Spikes in the floor, tripwire, all sorts of stuff. Anyways, the people flooded in not triggering any traps, or even really doing much. Once, when I had to get from the base to the balcony, I used a series of staircases to avoid the traps. I left the stairwell and locked the doors to impede movement. Looking back over the balcony, I see the enemy team destroying an inhibitor. Most of my team is down there, mostly getting killed. I shoot my bow, doing some damage to some. Ultimately, it's futile. After a near 2-hour match, they opposing team are declared victors, even if they hadn't actually destroyed our nexus yet. Whatever. They begin to parade into the building to our base. With my bow around my arm, I clap and congratulate them cause I'm a nice guy and shit. The team goes through, and one of them has a huge bag of what looks to be French Toast Crunch. I say how much I love it, and they tell me it's a bag a frozen chicken. Whatever. After the players, the crew of the team or whatever begins to go through. First person I see is V. In shock, I shout their name, express how I had no idea they were coaching or strategizing for the other team. Give them a big hug, and I wake up.
Dream 2: Although this might actually be an extension of dream 1. I step out of my dad's classroom to find Stephen T. We're there waiting for Rob E, Matt C, or both. There's a presentation going on in the gym that everyone's required to go to. I'd rather not, but if I had to go, I'd like to sit by my friends. I spend a bit of time walking around, go to where I think my locker should be before realizing the key I have in my hand does not actually go to a locker and that I'd need a combination. Which I didn't have. I'm overcome with the need to poop, so I got to the bathroom. There's a guy in the first stall, so I go the second, the handicapped stall. It had both a urinal and a regular toilet in it. I remember being worried that the guy in the other stall would toss shit at me or something. The seat part of the toilet is so skewed that I have to awkwardly arrange myself as to make sure everything makes it in. I remember when I left, I had wanted to not run into the guy in the other stall, so I waited a bit as he left. When I got out, I fiddled with the stall lock. The stall lock also adjusted the lights. This happened just as another guy walked in. I washed my hands and left quickly as to not strike conversation was. I go back to where Stephen was waiting to find someone else there. I ask if they knew where Stephen was, and they said he was already in the gym with Matt and/or Rob. They knew because they could hear the laughter of one of them.
Dream 3: If you do not understand League of Legends, this may be a difficult dream for you to follow. This was the final game of LCS, a League championship. I was in it, or rather, the match occurred around me. I was Ashe, which meant I walked around with a bow. I get into my lane and did what I do. At some point, I noticed some opponents behind me and went to recall. I ended up reappearing someplace else. In confusion, I asked Stephen and Rob, who were on my team. They casually respond something like, "Oh yeah, they placed recall traps." Oh great, now I'm gonna die here, wonderful. Which I did. Then eventually spawned back in. I never thought I was doing too poorly, but eventually we all had to return to protect our base. From lane, I had to parkour my way back, jump from wooden structure to wooden structure, and run up an extended rope leading to our base. The base itself was a large building, kinda looked like a hotel, kinda looked like a convention center or something.
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From here on out, it was us defending the building, or anticipating defending. The building was actually like a ground zero thing at the location of, well, where 9/11 happened, but looking out, it appeared to be where my elementary school was located. A couple teammates and I looked out over a balcony to see swarms of tourists. A massive line of people who were planning on coming through. The enemy team devised to getting the building swamped with people and then somehow having them bring defeat to us. At the other end of the hall we were at was the base, or the nexus, or whatever. Eric, the SIO intern, was placing all sorts of traps along the hallway that I had to make sure I didn't hit when transiting between the base and the balcony. Spikes in the floor, tripwire, all sorts of stuff. Anyways, the people flooded in not triggering any traps, or even really doing much. Once, when I had to get from the base to the balcony, I used a series of staircases to avoid the traps. I left the stairwell and locked the doors to impede movement. Looking back over the balcony, I see the enemy team destroying an inhibitor. Most of my team is down there, mostly getting killed. I shoot my bow, doing some damage to some. Ultimately, it's futile. After a near 2-hour match, they opposing team are declared victors, even if they hadn't actually destroyed our nexus yet. Whatever. They begin to parade into the building to our base. With my bow around my arm, I clap and congratulate them cause I'm a nice guy and shit. The team goes through, and one of them has a huge bag of what looks to be French Toast Crunch. I say how much I love it, and they tell me it's a bag a frozen chicken. Whatever. After the players, the crew of the team or whatever begins to go through. First person I see is V. In shock, I shout their name, express how I had no idea they were coaching or strategizing for the other team. Give them a big hug, and I wake up.
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
night of 03/22/15
Dream 0: This is a short but that I'm not sure where it fits into anything, but I remember I was driving on a reeaaally icy road. Like, there were ruts and slush tire marks that had frozen into ice and made for a very weird drive. I don't think I was the driver, and we were driving on some really middle-of-nowhere road to a small house in the distance. We see Sarah L walking alongside the road. We don't pick her up, but when we reach the house, I suggest the driver goes back to pick her up. With reluctance, we eventually drive back to pick Sarah up, but by then, we were close enough to the house for it to be trivial.
Dream 1: I was in a building with the weirdest collection of people and friends from my childhood that I hadn't talked to or thought about in years, which is why I'm not gonna put who they are. Anyways, we were playing some sort of game, or rather, we were in some sort of game where we had to shoot things in rapid succession. Like, we were all standing at the edge of a table or something shooting cardboard cutouts flying around. We were doing pretty well, and if we did incredibly well, we wouldn't have to go through all this again. We almost walk into the next room, then stop, step back and look into the current room we were in. Something has our attention and stops us from going into the next room. Eventually whatever it was passes, and we begin moving into the next room. I can see through the doorway something big, something drippy. Somebody walks into it aaaaand it's a tank. Like, from Left 4 Dead tank. We all just start running away. For some reason, I'm pulling on a computer mouse, as if it's keeping me in this game or something. After running and pulling, the mouse gets harder to pull, and I have to stop. The tank charges towards me and I accept my fate knowing that we've completed our objective. Then I wake up.
Dream 2: This one started off as possibly some sort of heist. I go in thinking that if we do all of this correctly, we won't have to do it all over again. Which would be annoying and dumb. We enter this area that'a partially flooded with water. Looking back, I feel like we were in the Chamber of Secrets. We get down and begin to do what we came there for: playing a short concert. I'm not sure if it was just coincidence or if we were actually a Paramore cover band, but we played three Paramore songs. The band consisted of myself on the drums, Rob E on vocals, and either Patrick Z or Travis Barker of Blink-182 fame as the guitarist. I think we do all right, then eventually we leave.
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From there, we get into a car. When I say we, I mean myself, V, and possibly Rob. V's driving, and we're going to Disneyworld or something. Along the way, we approach an attraction of sorts that has us drive on what's essentially a very tame rainbow road. After getting off, a guy charges us £80, which is was waaaay too much for what we experienced. I did it and just told the other two to pay me $30 or something later. We arrive at our destination which looks nothing like Disneyworld, but whatever. We see some people that some people recognize, and I wake up.
Dream 1: I was in a building with the weirdest collection of people and friends from my childhood that I hadn't talked to or thought about in years, which is why I'm not gonna put who they are. Anyways, we were playing some sort of game, or rather, we were in some sort of game where we had to shoot things in rapid succession. Like, we were all standing at the edge of a table or something shooting cardboard cutouts flying around. We were doing pretty well, and if we did incredibly well, we wouldn't have to go through all this again. We almost walk into the next room, then stop, step back and look into the current room we were in. Something has our attention and stops us from going into the next room. Eventually whatever it was passes, and we begin moving into the next room. I can see through the doorway something big, something drippy. Somebody walks into it aaaaand it's a tank. Like, from Left 4 Dead tank. We all just start running away. For some reason, I'm pulling on a computer mouse, as if it's keeping me in this game or something. After running and pulling, the mouse gets harder to pull, and I have to stop. The tank charges towards me and I accept my fate knowing that we've completed our objective. Then I wake up.
Dream 2: This one started off as possibly some sort of heist. I go in thinking that if we do all of this correctly, we won't have to do it all over again. Which would be annoying and dumb. We enter this area that'a partially flooded with water. Looking back, I feel like we were in the Chamber of Secrets. We get down and begin to do what we came there for: playing a short concert. I'm not sure if it was just coincidence or if we were actually a Paramore cover band, but we played three Paramore songs. The band consisted of myself on the drums, Rob E on vocals, and either Patrick Z or Travis Barker of Blink-182 fame as the guitarist. I think we do all right, then eventually we leave.
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From there, we get into a car. When I say we, I mean myself, V, and possibly Rob. V's driving, and we're going to Disneyworld or something. Along the way, we approach an attraction of sorts that has us drive on what's essentially a very tame rainbow road. After getting off, a guy charges us £80, which is was waaaay too much for what we experienced. I did it and just told the other two to pay me $30 or something later. We arrive at our destination which looks nothing like Disneyworld, but whatever. We see some people that some people recognize, and I wake up.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
night of 03/11/15
Dream 1: I'm at work at what I believe to be the Oberlin Inn. It looks nothing like it, it looks like, I don't know, a very old brick house that somebody tossed a kitchen in. An order for room service is made, so a waiter (that I actually work with in real life) and I begin to take it upstairs. It's like, a plate of pancakes, two bunches of bananas (one looking particularly dead), and maybe something else. First step I take out of the kitchen, I fumble the tray and almost drop everything. I barely grasp it all and continue upstairs. We get up there and it's not even a room with a customer but instead my boss and some more workers. I guess I'm given a toilet to take somewhere else, in which I set it down immediately outside the door, close the door and begin to shit right then and there. Someone opens the door and I try to get them to close it again.
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I eventually go downstairs where I guess there's some sort of awards thing. Band kids are there getting awards. I think most of it was a vote in, and to make kids feel better, there was an award for the kid who got the least amount of votes. I don't remember who got it, but I remember it being preeeetty funny. Anyways, I get bored of that and start walking away. I walk to the academic side of campus where I bump into Adam T playing frisbee with some kid. Except it wasn't a frisbee, it was a ceramic dinner plate. I was thoroughly impressed with how well it flew, one time it landed on pavement and didn't break, one time it bounced of some guys forehead harmlessly. It was pretty hilarious. I sit down somewhere that eventually turns into the inside of some building. It was kind of dark. There was a kid to the right of me who was just offering me money for, like, no reason. I remember him saying something about using it to increase viewership on World of Warcraft videos. It was like 300-400 bucks. He also said "from 4000 to 2000" as if maybe he meant two million but just messed up so hard that it didn't make any sense. I continued to refuse it for a while or only take part of it until he said that he was just gonna burn what he couldn't give away. He pulls out a lighter and I snatch the bills away. I look at the bills thoroughly confused and wondering if they're even real. They certainly didn't look real, but they clearly had text on them saying "this is not a fraud" so I ultimately believed it. I look at the kid to the left of me which turned out to be Ibs. He had his phone out and I think just called someone. Then, someone entered from the staircase nearby. She looked authoritative and asked which one of us was the one dabbling in illegal activities. Except that's not how she worded it. I think she asked which one of us was "Bien," like that was our name, or which one of us was a foreign exchange student. At this point, I connect that Ibs called out the exchange as illegal to someone. He says that it was me, I was the one. At this point I'm standing, I look down at the kid who gave me the bills and it's actually Isaque F. I explain he and I were both involved, but I'll go and talk with them. We go downstairs and I remember walking into my own room and putting on the song "Runaway" loud enough to hear in the other room where there was to be the interrogation. I bring in my laptop, ready to show a chat log that was a transcript of the exchange. As I step in, I hear this incredibly loud noise. Imagine the Inception BWOOOMMM but louder, a bit higher pitched, a little rougher, and inside your ears. It's short, and I ignore it. I sit down, pull out my laptop to show her the conversation. The sound happens again, except for a bit, I can see the screen on my computer change. I'm sent to the floor from the pain from the sound. I conclude that I'm being hacked by Isaque so that I don't turn him in. At this point, I figure there's no winning, I better just wake up. So I do.
Dream 2: This takes place entirely in my dad's classroom. I don't quite remember the order or any logic about any of this. I started taking a quiz, then I wasn't, then I was transferring medals from one band uniform jacket to another, except they were the marching jackets. I think I just had one, and was planning on using it for later. And then I was told I would have the main role in whatever play my dad was doing. Which was weird, seeing that I've never done anything like that nor had any aspirations to do so. People are moving around doing whatever, I guess play practice is about to start. I remember seeing Nathan E feeling insecure about something. Some person and I walk up to him confused about what he has to feel insecure for. Don't remember if he ever said why. I walk up to the sound booth and for whatever reason decide to start playing VCPR. The people in the room really enjoy it, and my dad says that we can only play it for like 5 minutes, then we have to start actually doing stuff. It was great, but then weird things started happening. Like, the radio program started talking about severed hands or something, and then one appeared on the table in the middle of the room. There was blood around it, and I saw it was just dripping from the ceiling. I don't know that anything else of interest happened before I woke up.
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I eventually go downstairs where I guess there's some sort of awards thing. Band kids are there getting awards. I think most of it was a vote in, and to make kids feel better, there was an award for the kid who got the least amount of votes. I don't remember who got it, but I remember it being preeeetty funny. Anyways, I get bored of that and start walking away. I walk to the academic side of campus where I bump into Adam T playing frisbee with some kid. Except it wasn't a frisbee, it was a ceramic dinner plate. I was thoroughly impressed with how well it flew, one time it landed on pavement and didn't break, one time it bounced of some guys forehead harmlessly. It was pretty hilarious. I sit down somewhere that eventually turns into the inside of some building. It was kind of dark. There was a kid to the right of me who was just offering me money for, like, no reason. I remember him saying something about using it to increase viewership on World of Warcraft videos. It was like 300-400 bucks. He also said "from 4000 to 2000" as if maybe he meant two million but just messed up so hard that it didn't make any sense. I continued to refuse it for a while or only take part of it until he said that he was just gonna burn what he couldn't give away. He pulls out a lighter and I snatch the bills away. I look at the bills thoroughly confused and wondering if they're even real. They certainly didn't look real, but they clearly had text on them saying "this is not a fraud" so I ultimately believed it. I look at the kid to the left of me which turned out to be Ibs. He had his phone out and I think just called someone. Then, someone entered from the staircase nearby. She looked authoritative and asked which one of us was the one dabbling in illegal activities. Except that's not how she worded it. I think she asked which one of us was "Bien," like that was our name, or which one of us was a foreign exchange student. At this point, I connect that Ibs called out the exchange as illegal to someone. He says that it was me, I was the one. At this point I'm standing, I look down at the kid who gave me the bills and it's actually Isaque F. I explain he and I were both involved, but I'll go and talk with them. We go downstairs and I remember walking into my own room and putting on the song "Runaway" loud enough to hear in the other room where there was to be the interrogation. I bring in my laptop, ready to show a chat log that was a transcript of the exchange. As I step in, I hear this incredibly loud noise. Imagine the Inception BWOOOMMM but louder, a bit higher pitched, a little rougher, and inside your ears. It's short, and I ignore it. I sit down, pull out my laptop to show her the conversation. The sound happens again, except for a bit, I can see the screen on my computer change. I'm sent to the floor from the pain from the sound. I conclude that I'm being hacked by Isaque so that I don't turn him in. At this point, I figure there's no winning, I better just wake up. So I do.
Dream 2: This takes place entirely in my dad's classroom. I don't quite remember the order or any logic about any of this. I started taking a quiz, then I wasn't, then I was transferring medals from one band uniform jacket to another, except they were the marching jackets. I think I just had one, and was planning on using it for later. And then I was told I would have the main role in whatever play my dad was doing. Which was weird, seeing that I've never done anything like that nor had any aspirations to do so. People are moving around doing whatever, I guess play practice is about to start. I remember seeing Nathan E feeling insecure about something. Some person and I walk up to him confused about what he has to feel insecure for. Don't remember if he ever said why. I walk up to the sound booth and for whatever reason decide to start playing VCPR. The people in the room really enjoy it, and my dad says that we can only play it for like 5 minutes, then we have to start actually doing stuff. It was great, but then weird things started happening. Like, the radio program started talking about severed hands or something, and then one appeared on the table in the middle of the room. There was blood around it, and I saw it was just dripping from the ceiling. I don't know that anything else of interest happened before I woke up.
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