A lot happened in this dream, I'm trying to remember as much as I can. So..
In my dream, I was watching how to make ice cream on youtube. Then I made vanilla ice cream cones dipped in chocolate with M&Ms, fuckyeah, and gave them to my mom, dad and brother. So then my mom says that we all have to leave and get my dad's truck, because it had been hit in an accident. And for some reason that meant we were all sleeping at a hotel.
My parents checked themselves and my brother into the most expensive hotel there, then got me a room at the cheaper one (wtf man). I also brought Payette and Curly there with me. After my parents and brother left, I was bored, so I decided to look around the place. I went downstairs and saw a flyer for a new store that sold a bunch of science stuff. So, I walked over to the hotel where my parents were at and begged my dad to take me to the science store.
When we got there, it was a huge store sectioned off by different areas of science. Biology, astronomy, geology, etc. Books and DVDs and equipment, everything you'd need to learn more about SCIENCE.~ I spent about an hour in there, to my dad's dismay, because I didn't know what I wanted to get the most out of all of the stuff there. I eventually settled on some books and DVDs on astrobiology.
As we were leaving, for some reason I was in a wheelchair. Now that I think about it, I hadn't been before; but in the dream, it transitioned as if I had always been. So... my dad wheeled me out of the store. As we were walking back to the hotel (I guess i was within walking distance), I saw Payette had gotten out. I asked my dad to go get her for me; he went and got her, put her on my lap, and I held onto her tightly because she was squirming around.
There was some sort of party happening on the entire block that the hotels were on. It was scaring Payette and it was getting harder to hold onto her. She eventually slipped out of my grasp, and I didn't even know it until I saw her sitting on the sidewalk in front of me after a while. For some reason my dad wasn't there anymore, so I had to get her myself, which wasn't easy (it's never easy, even in real life). But I eventually got her, again.
I rolled into the hotel and looked at a group of people surrounding the board where flyers were posted. There was a flyer about some scientist giving a lecture the following morning on crystal formation, and I noticed the scientist's name was that of a teacher I had had in school. I made a note to be present for the lecture. I rolled myself over to the elevator, clutching that damn cat still. Of course the elevator was taking forever and Payette was squirming like a 'tard. I eventually got out, went to my room, dropped off my science-y stuff and the cat, and decided to go look around the hotel some more.
And then for some reason, I was the Animaniacs. I think. I think I was all of them or something? Or maybe I was just Dot. Either way, we went to some room in the hotel where there was a bunch of food and couches and stuff. We were being insane and making a mess and eating delicious foods, like the Animaniacs do. Then this fitness instructor lady in her silly leotard and sweatbands stood up and started yelling at us, so we ran around the room like psychos and threw food at her before making a run for it.
I remember thinking "Wait, what did I do with Payette?"
And then I woke up.
...wtf.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
A Nightmare to Remember
...because it was a nightmare, and I remember it. Get it, hur hur hur
And it went like this:
So I had some new boyfriend. He was basically sort of a sissy, and also he loved WoW, like a fucking lot. He got me a subscription and we played WoW together. Everything was great, we seemed to be pretty compatible. Then he came to visit me. We'd cuddle and make-out and all that fun stuff, and even snuggle while playing WoW. But he seemed to be acting a bit more distant, like he had something to say. And, eventually, he admitted to me that he didn't think he could love me because I was ugly to him. I remember being severely hurt, but moreso angry, saying, "Fucking great, not this shit again..."He was stuck here a few days longer though, and effectively spent the rest of the time basically ignoring me when possible and playing WoW.
Time, or my attention, skipped to the next day. For some reason I was in a pizza restaurant with two of my female friends (friends that don't even exist, never seen these people before), and tactless-WoW-guy. The restaurant was, also, the Round Table Pizza place in Felton (Santa Cruz county), CA, that I liked as a kid. We saw some people suddenly grabbing others and chowing down on them like zombies--because they were zombies. The TVs suddenly flashed from sports shit to an emergency news broadcast; yep, zombie apocalypse was here.
My two friends and my now ex-boyfriend rushed to some place that was familiar to us, but I honestly don't know what it was, now that I think about it. It was like some sort of house where a lot of gamers lived, with a den and then separate rooms. Everyone in there seemed to be safe and uninfected so far. We all barricaded the doors and windows, and grabbed as many weapons as we could. I had a sawn-off shotgun. I turned on the TV to watch the news, and they were saying that infected roaches were spreading the zombie virus, and of course infected people who bit others weren't helping. The ex-boyfriend-guy was actually still playing WoW across the room. My other two friends and I started seeing people acting strange in there... they were infected. Some of the other non-infected took care of them with their weapons, though.
We went to another side of the house, leaving WoW-guy to play his vidya games in the other room. We saw one of the roaches come over and tried to smash it, but it seemed to be smarter and much quicker. It hid under some bricks that made up a fireplace mantle, so one of my friends took my gun and over-killed it by shooting it, since we were freaked the fuck out and didn't want to waste time. When we went to sit down, we saw WoW-guy running in with his laptop looking scared. He said he'd been bit.
He looked at me and pleaded that he was sorry, but it was pretty apparent that he was only saying this now that he was going to die. I told him that I had to shoot him so he didn't infect us. And he replied with telling me that I was good enough with chemistry to pursue making an antidote, and that I could save him with it. I remarked that it was a good notion about an antidote, but in the mean time, there was no hope for him. So I shot him in the face, feeling pretty bad about it since I still had feelings to sort out. Oh well, he was dead now, and there was something more pressing at hand.
Everyone else who had been in the building started approaching us slowly, now. They were hungry. We had no choice but to start shooting them in the head. But there was still those roaches to look out for, too. And speak of the devil, they all began to crawl out of the walls while the zombies closed in on us. Just as everything looked lost... I managed to wake up.
And it went like this:
So I had some new boyfriend. He was basically sort of a sissy, and also he loved WoW, like a fucking lot. He got me a subscription and we played WoW together. Everything was great, we seemed to be pretty compatible. Then he came to visit me. We'd cuddle and make-out and all that fun stuff, and even snuggle while playing WoW. But he seemed to be acting a bit more distant, like he had something to say. And, eventually, he admitted to me that he didn't think he could love me because I was ugly to him. I remember being severely hurt, but moreso angry, saying, "Fucking great, not this shit again..."He was stuck here a few days longer though, and effectively spent the rest of the time basically ignoring me when possible and playing WoW.
Time, or my attention, skipped to the next day. For some reason I was in a pizza restaurant with two of my female friends (friends that don't even exist, never seen these people before), and tactless-WoW-guy. The restaurant was, also, the Round Table Pizza place in Felton (Santa Cruz county), CA, that I liked as a kid. We saw some people suddenly grabbing others and chowing down on them like zombies--because they were zombies. The TVs suddenly flashed from sports shit to an emergency news broadcast; yep, zombie apocalypse was here.
My two friends and my now ex-boyfriend rushed to some place that was familiar to us, but I honestly don't know what it was, now that I think about it. It was like some sort of house where a lot of gamers lived, with a den and then separate rooms. Everyone in there seemed to be safe and uninfected so far. We all barricaded the doors and windows, and grabbed as many weapons as we could. I had a sawn-off shotgun. I turned on the TV to watch the news, and they were saying that infected roaches were spreading the zombie virus, and of course infected people who bit others weren't helping. The ex-boyfriend-guy was actually still playing WoW across the room. My other two friends and I started seeing people acting strange in there... they were infected. Some of the other non-infected took care of them with their weapons, though.
We went to another side of the house, leaving WoW-guy to play his vidya games in the other room. We saw one of the roaches come over and tried to smash it, but it seemed to be smarter and much quicker. It hid under some bricks that made up a fireplace mantle, so one of my friends took my gun and over-killed it by shooting it, since we were freaked the fuck out and didn't want to waste time. When we went to sit down, we saw WoW-guy running in with his laptop looking scared. He said he'd been bit.
He looked at me and pleaded that he was sorry, but it was pretty apparent that he was only saying this now that he was going to die. I told him that I had to shoot him so he didn't infect us. And he replied with telling me that I was good enough with chemistry to pursue making an antidote, and that I could save him with it. I remarked that it was a good notion about an antidote, but in the mean time, there was no hope for him. So I shot him in the face, feeling pretty bad about it since I still had feelings to sort out. Oh well, he was dead now, and there was something more pressing at hand.
Everyone else who had been in the building started approaching us slowly, now. They were hungry. We had no choice but to start shooting them in the head. But there was still those roaches to look out for, too. And speak of the devil, they all began to crawl out of the walls while the zombies closed in on us. Just as everything looked lost... I managed to wake up.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Kill the Princess
And the first entry isn't even following the rules.
I didn't just wake up. I'm actually about to sleep, soon. (At this time? ...Don't ask. :b)
Last time I slept, though, some parts of the dream were oddly vivid. I was a princess in a green gown, on the balcony-rooftop of some building somewhere. It was wooden, a bit shambly, and it was night time. I had a huge dagger in my hand, and standing across from me was another princess in a pink gown. We were facing off; we had come up here to fight to the death. I don't even know why. There was a knight there, I can't remember what he looked like, but I remember he gave off the air that... he was on my side, but he was a complete and total pussy and would be useless.
That other princess and I dove at each other, screaming, wrestling around and yanking each others' hair, stabbing each other wherever we could. We wanted to kill one another so badly, like it was the most important thing in the world. I remember pinning her down, trying with all my strength to keep her hand with the dagger away from me, while at the same time trying to make a kill-strike at her. I wanted to stab it into her throat. She was giving me this look that was oddly clear to me.
It was a feral glare, a sort of I'll-fucking-kill-you-no-matter-what-it-takes look. But I managed to somehow stab that dagger into her neck and rip her throat out. She was screaming and I could feel how hot the blood was on my hands, but all I felt was victory. Like an epic viking or something, except... a dainty princess who just committed murder. The sissyboy knight finally came over to lend me a hand up. I remember thinking, "useless fucker could have helped me in the fight."
There isn't much else I remember. Something about an underwater city, underwater passageways... second time I've had that in my dreams this week, though. Huh.
I didn't just wake up. I'm actually about to sleep, soon. (At this time? ...Don't ask. :b)
Last time I slept, though, some parts of the dream were oddly vivid. I was a princess in a green gown, on the balcony-rooftop of some building somewhere. It was wooden, a bit shambly, and it was night time. I had a huge dagger in my hand, and standing across from me was another princess in a pink gown. We were facing off; we had come up here to fight to the death. I don't even know why. There was a knight there, I can't remember what he looked like, but I remember he gave off the air that... he was on my side, but he was a complete and total pussy and would be useless.
That other princess and I dove at each other, screaming, wrestling around and yanking each others' hair, stabbing each other wherever we could. We wanted to kill one another so badly, like it was the most important thing in the world. I remember pinning her down, trying with all my strength to keep her hand with the dagger away from me, while at the same time trying to make a kill-strike at her. I wanted to stab it into her throat. She was giving me this look that was oddly clear to me.
It was a feral glare, a sort of I'll-fucking-kill-you-no-matter-what-it-takes look. But I managed to somehow stab that dagger into her neck and rip her throat out. She was screaming and I could feel how hot the blood was on my hands, but all I felt was victory. Like an epic viking or something, except... a dainty princess who just committed murder. The sissyboy knight finally came over to lend me a hand up. I remember thinking, "useless fucker could have helped me in the fight."
There isn't much else I remember. Something about an underwater city, underwater passageways... second time I've had that in my dreams this week, though. Huh.
What's the Point of This Faggotry?
Call me a weirdo, but it seems the best source of quirkiness I can come across these days is in my dreams. Days just melt into one another, the same as the one before it. So if I have to lay there passed out for ~8 hours to regain energy, why not make the most of it?
I can already lucid dream somewhat well. The best way to improve lucidity is keeping a dream log; that is: sleep, dream shit, wake up, immediately write down dream.
No one is obligated to read this. I'm just short on paper (all I have is drawing paper, too expensive to write on) and I particularly dislike hand cramps. Besides, keeping this online means I can probably add to this wherever I am.
If I don't post one day, it either means I:
- Didn't sleep in the past 24-or-so-hours
- Didn't dream, or couldn't remember
- Had something important to do and ended up forgetting
- Someone is using the computer and I forgot the dream
So, that's that, then~
I can already lucid dream somewhat well. The best way to improve lucidity is keeping a dream log; that is: sleep, dream shit, wake up, immediately write down dream.
No one is obligated to read this. I'm just short on paper (all I have is drawing paper, too expensive to write on) and I particularly dislike hand cramps. Besides, keeping this online means I can probably add to this wherever I am.
If I don't post one day, it either means I:
- Didn't sleep in the past 24-or-so-hours
- Didn't dream, or couldn't remember
- Had something important to do and ended up forgetting
- Someone is using the computer and I forgot the dream
So, that's that, then~
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