From what I can remember, I was playing Donkey Kong Country like from the old SNES, but it was 3D and I was Diddy kong. In the game I was trying to lose some creature that was following me by jumping as fast as I could while the land map crumbled away behind my character after stepping on it. the game kept changing views on me so I would have to adjust the way i was pressing on the directional pad button on the controller. I had some kid that was cheering me on, being a "Back-Seat-Video Game Player". I never saw this kid, but I got the sense that it was half Pikachu, half person.
Next, my dream jumped to a scene out of some horror film... I was with 2 other people, and we walked into this big warehouse store, like a home depot or something. there was this bald sickly/evil looking guy sitting on a raised wooden chair with his few chronies surrounding him. Down the wide lane fo the store were these swinging bodies hanging from chains. No blood or anything, just dead bodies. And if we wanted to get anything from the store, he had to get past the bodies without getting hit, or else we would end up like them. We managed to get past them, but we were still afraid he was going to change his mind at any moment. We walked through the rest of the store, and near the other end it was just like a normal home depot with people buying stuff.
Next, I'm apparently the "Babysitter" of Satan's spawn. It's this little pink skinned creature no bigger than a rabbit, with big black eyes. I brought it to satan in this big dark stone gymnasium where he was frustrated because his son wasn't eating. He expressed his frustration about who else could be satan if his son wasn't strong enough. His assistant explained that satan's brother could have, but since he was killed, it wasn't possible. They wren't sure if he was really dead though...
Satan left and i was there with a few others. All of a sudden, Satan's 'child' disappeared, and the assistant said it must have been satan's brother. Satan's brother then appeared in the form of the actor Paul Bettany (A Knight's Tale, Da Vinci Code). We started to fight him with our 'attacks' but he was very strong. These attacks were like these beams of some type of harmful substance, and each person had their own, mine was purple-ish black and was stronger than the other people trying to fight satan's brother. Then satan came back and his brother disappeared because he knew he could not defeat all of us with satan there.
then the scene switched to this restaurant that had dark wood lined walls, dimly lit and off-white walls. I was outside the restaurant/bar, and decided i didn't want to go, and walked back to my fraternity house where a bunch of people had been drinking since 3AM that morning (it was late afternoon that day). I had missed out on the festivities, but i didn't really care, they all looked like idiots.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Terrorist Kill & Escape
I was in this narrow crowded hallway in an obviously foreign country. I do n't know exactly what I was, but I was blending in, no one noticed me. People were yelling in their foreign tongue, protesting and lobbying for their Islamic extremist group. I was there to pick out the terrorists, and kill them. A large group of known terrorists came in and I grabbed an Uzi Submachine Gun, and shot the terrorists standing only feet away from me. I was trying to be careful not to shoot the women and innocent people mixed into the crowd. More terrorists kept coming in, unarmed, and unphased by the dead ones on the ground. The innocent people didn't move.. they just stood there, staring at me.
A new group a terrorists came in wearing robes and turbins with dark blue and red "paint splatters" on them, it was their colors, their uniform. I shot a few of them, and others started pointing at me, so i took one of their uniforms and put it on to blend in. The leader of the guys wearing the red and blue, came in and looked at me and knew i wasn't one of his own, so he started helling and pointing at me. I shot him.
Now more people were noticing me, my gun kept running out of ammo, and every time i needed more ammo, i just cocked it back and more ammo came in. This one black Islamic guy I couldn't shoot, and finally ran out of ammo. He was coming after me, so i ran off down the other end of the hallway, I did something to slow him down.
The door at the end of the hallway led me into a bathroom with fairly high ceilings. the toilets were divided by those office cubicle dividers, except they were covered with a maroon carpet. I decided the best way to escape was through the ceiling tiles. I climbed on top of a divider, and then the bathroom door opened...
I was another american, he was my old company commander from military school when i was a freshman. except he was wearing the same uniform and had the rank on of a batallion commander. he recognized me and said that the ceiling tiles were a good idea, because they were looking for me. As i started moving the tiles the bathroom door opened again...
It was another guy from military school, he was in uniform too and didn't even notice me, he took a piss and left. I climbed through the ceiling tiles and realized that the whole hallway and bathroom were jut a small room inside of a larger office room... I was stuck.
Everything went dark, like in a movie, and i ended up outside the building. I was behind some bushes and needed to get as far away as possible. It looked like i was on an old ivy league campus, or old french village. stone brick pathways, and tan stone buildings with decorative architecture. It was a sunny clear day. My old company commander that i met in the bathroom was walking on a path in the same direction i was going, he was givin me tips on where to move to next.
That's all i remember.
A new group a terrorists came in wearing robes and turbins with dark blue and red "paint splatters" on them, it was their colors, their uniform. I shot a few of them, and others started pointing at me, so i took one of their uniforms and put it on to blend in. The leader of the guys wearing the red and blue, came in and looked at me and knew i wasn't one of his own, so he started helling and pointing at me. I shot him.
Now more people were noticing me, my gun kept running out of ammo, and every time i needed more ammo, i just cocked it back and more ammo came in. This one black Islamic guy I couldn't shoot, and finally ran out of ammo. He was coming after me, so i ran off down the other end of the hallway, I did something to slow him down.
The door at the end of the hallway led me into a bathroom with fairly high ceilings. the toilets were divided by those office cubicle dividers, except they were covered with a maroon carpet. I decided the best way to escape was through the ceiling tiles. I climbed on top of a divider, and then the bathroom door opened...
I was another american, he was my old company commander from military school when i was a freshman. except he was wearing the same uniform and had the rank on of a batallion commander. he recognized me and said that the ceiling tiles were a good idea, because they were looking for me. As i started moving the tiles the bathroom door opened again...
It was another guy from military school, he was in uniform too and didn't even notice me, he took a piss and left. I climbed through the ceiling tiles and realized that the whole hallway and bathroom were jut a small room inside of a larger office room... I was stuck.
Everything went dark, like in a movie, and i ended up outside the building. I was behind some bushes and needed to get as far away as possible. It looked like i was on an old ivy league campus, or old french village. stone brick pathways, and tan stone buildings with decorative architecture. It was a sunny clear day. My old company commander that i met in the bathroom was walking on a path in the same direction i was going, he was givin me tips on where to move to next.
That's all i remember.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Camp Escape
Ok, I really can't remember too much from this dream, I wish I could because it was pretty intense.
There was a whole camp of us. I'm not sure what "we" had in common but we were at this oppressing camp that everyone hated. Out parents sent us there. And every year the campers planned, or at least tried to escape. This year was different. The geography of the location only gave us a few routes to escape, and this year they set traps at many of the ways out. I was with my friend Taylor and we tried one route, only to see a group ahead of us get destroyed. We tried another route, and we got past the initial ambush by the good graces of the "ambush-ees" only to find that the path up ahead had been demolished and was nothing but a cliff into the river that supplied the lake. We decided that we had no other options but to swim across the lake and try to scale the vertical cliffs. We knew that we had only one chance, because falling would mean certain death.
There was a whole camp of us. I'm not sure what "we" had in common but we were at this oppressing camp that everyone hated. Out parents sent us there. And every year the campers planned, or at least tried to escape. This year was different. The geography of the location only gave us a few routes to escape, and this year they set traps at many of the ways out. I was with my friend Taylor and we tried one route, only to see a group ahead of us get destroyed. We tried another route, and we got past the initial ambush by the good graces of the "ambush-ees" only to find that the path up ahead had been demolished and was nothing but a cliff into the river that supplied the lake. We decided that we had no other options but to swim across the lake and try to scale the vertical cliffs. We knew that we had only one chance, because falling would mean certain death.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Fishing / Key Quest
My dream starts out down the Jersey Shore. I'm with my friend Dave and Darrin, and some other unidentified people. We're at Dave'e Aunt and Uncle's beach house and we want to go fishing. Dave says we can take his uncle's boat out. I tell him i need to get a now rod because the one i have is too flimsy for open ocean. We walk into a fishing shop and Darring hands me a good rod and we walk out to go to the boat. We're on the boat casting out, we have plenty of bait but the wrong tackle, we don't catch anything and turn back. We go to this rocky beach where there are a bunch of older people sitting around a campfire talking, it's not completely dark out yet, Dave starts casting his rod down these dark sandy holes in between the rocks. He says there are large crabs down there. And he starts reeling in his rod and these large red-orage crabs come out and start crawling everywhere. We start trying to spear them with sticks because we want them to cook. We keep casting down these holes and they keep coming out. Then this old hag behind us keep telling us to be quiet, and that we're too loud, even though the other people around her are even louder. Then the older people leave and some lady on the 4th story of her apartment complex yells at us because we're keeping her baby awake. The End.
Key Quest
It's me and a bunch of my fraternity brothers and some random other people. We're under the jurisdiction of this guy who give each of us knowledge for the next task at hand. After completing each task we are transferred to another parallel world, where we have to find eachother and complete a similar task again. Every time we transfer to a new world, we think we're back home again until we keep seeing eachother and realize that the previous tasks we're just a dream.
The task is to find eachother & meet up at a special location that only one of us knows. We have to fina the "key" which is a person. The key could be one of us or a random person on the street. the person who has this knowledge will only know when they see that person. We must then bring back that person to the location of the "lock". the lock is normally this golden frames contraption that this person must get into, so we can get unlock our freedom, or the next task.
I'm walking down a busy city street, when I pass an indian guy that looks familiar. I can see it in his face that he recognizes me. We run away from eachother because we dont want to face the reality that we are in another task. As i'm running, i run into 2 other guys that I know, so we stop and face reality. We catch up with the indian kid and he gives in too. One of them points to this white, tall relatively thin building on a street corner. he says the lock is in there. We get in and there's a windy staircase about 9 floors up. There's this little basket that you can ride to the top, and i jump in and it takes me straight up. We get into the top room and there are already 2 others from our crew in there. I see the lock, the golden metal frame that some random person has to lay in.
We sitting around for a while pondering what to do, because we have to figure out the best strategy to find the key. We're playing with these little transforming hotwheels cars that shoot things at eachother. Oleks, finally says that we are wasting time sitting around and should just go around and start looking. 3 or 4 of us start walking around. We stop at this street corner and are talking. Oleks looks up and sees a middle aged woman shaking a towel out her 4th story apartment window, she's slightly over weight and her black hair is graying. Oleks points and shouts "That's her!"and i have this overwhelming feeling that I must be the one to catch her. We run into the building and look for a set of stairs for me to run up, while the others guard the elevators. I can't find a staircase up. So, my logic is to break into one fo the 1st floor apt's because a staircase is probably in there. I'm running around this one apartment, very modern, lots of closets,and i can hear a woman getting ready in the bathroom. This apartment is very confusing, hallways and closets. I don't want to be seen by the owner, but i need to find these stairs. I come out of the apartment, and i tell them that there are no stairs, they tell me to go back in and look again, and as i'm running down one of the hallways of the apt, i realize that there is this dressing/styling room full of about 8 women. One of them sees me so i keep running toward them and call out some random girls' name as if i'm looking for her (to cover my ass). I get to the door and see the women, attractive, but looks like they're ready form some striptease or go-go dance. I say "oop, my mistake" and run away. I hear them giggle in the background. I come back out fo the apartment and say there is no stairs. so we somehow get into this mall area. I see this strip club sign in the mall and realize that's what the dancers were going to.
We're frantically running around looking for this woman, and now the mall cops are interested and we all run into this big open space with a round glass wall with some fort of Expo behind it. There is one staircase and I start to run up it.
The End.
Key Quest
It's me and a bunch of my fraternity brothers and some random other people. We're under the jurisdiction of this guy who give each of us knowledge for the next task at hand. After completing each task we are transferred to another parallel world, where we have to find eachother and complete a similar task again. Every time we transfer to a new world, we think we're back home again until we keep seeing eachother and realize that the previous tasks we're just a dream.
The task is to find eachother & meet up at a special location that only one of us knows. We have to fina the "key" which is a person. The key could be one of us or a random person on the street. the person who has this knowledge will only know when they see that person. We must then bring back that person to the location of the "lock". the lock is normally this golden frames contraption that this person must get into, so we can get unlock our freedom, or the next task.
I'm walking down a busy city street, when I pass an indian guy that looks familiar. I can see it in his face that he recognizes me. We run away from eachother because we dont want to face the reality that we are in another task. As i'm running, i run into 2 other guys that I know, so we stop and face reality. We catch up with the indian kid and he gives in too. One of them points to this white, tall relatively thin building on a street corner. he says the lock is in there. We get in and there's a windy staircase about 9 floors up. There's this little basket that you can ride to the top, and i jump in and it takes me straight up. We get into the top room and there are already 2 others from our crew in there. I see the lock, the golden metal frame that some random person has to lay in.
We sitting around for a while pondering what to do, because we have to figure out the best strategy to find the key. We're playing with these little transforming hotwheels cars that shoot things at eachother. Oleks, finally says that we are wasting time sitting around and should just go around and start looking. 3 or 4 of us start walking around. We stop at this street corner and are talking. Oleks looks up and sees a middle aged woman shaking a towel out her 4th story apartment window, she's slightly over weight and her black hair is graying. Oleks points and shouts "That's her!"and i have this overwhelming feeling that I must be the one to catch her. We run into the building and look for a set of stairs for me to run up, while the others guard the elevators. I can't find a staircase up. So, my logic is to break into one fo the 1st floor apt's because a staircase is probably in there. I'm running around this one apartment, very modern, lots of closets,and i can hear a woman getting ready in the bathroom. This apartment is very confusing, hallways and closets. I don't want to be seen by the owner, but i need to find these stairs. I come out of the apartment, and i tell them that there are no stairs, they tell me to go back in and look again, and as i'm running down one of the hallways of the apt, i realize that there is this dressing/styling room full of about 8 women. One of them sees me so i keep running toward them and call out some random girls' name as if i'm looking for her (to cover my ass). I get to the door and see the women, attractive, but looks like they're ready form some striptease or go-go dance. I say "oop, my mistake" and run away. I hear them giggle in the background. I come back out fo the apartment and say there is no stairs. so we somehow get into this mall area. I see this strip club sign in the mall and realize that's what the dancers were going to.
We're frantically running around looking for this woman, and now the mall cops are interested and we all run into this big open space with a round glass wall with some fort of Expo behind it. There is one staircase and I start to run up it.
The End.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Laser Tag/Skiing
No Zombie dreams last night.
I'm on my college campus (Drexel) in Philly. I'm playing a game of laser tag, it's guys vs. girls. We have a boundary from 34th st over to 32nd st. It's night time,and the objective is to steal the other team's flag. Me and one of my teammates decide to go up 34th st and creep along the walls, using the darkness as cover. The guns we have are water guns, but with no water. One of the other teammates is creeping down the other side fo 34th st, so my teammate and I stay still until he is close enough to shoot. We go him. we move further up the block and come to a parking lot (where a Kelly Hall) should be. It's surrounded by a low, black metal fence. I step over it and see a kid a went to grade school with talking to a NFL player outside of his car. I converse with them for a minute and then the kid that we shot just minutes ago is at the corner trying to shoot me. I see him and turn to shoot and he starts running. My gun starts to malfunction and the hand pump and nozel shoot off down the block. I go and pick up the pieces and fix my gun.
Next, I am skiing down a mountain, nothing too steep, wide trail with a few trees. In the middle there is a pile of what looks like transport containers (the big shipping ones)packed together with snow, but they all line up to form a store. I literally ski into the store and look around at the ski gear. My mother enters and asks what i'm looking for. Nothing in particular, but I was checking out the ski socks. I don't buy anything and leave the store and continue skiing.
I'm on my college campus (Drexel) in Philly. I'm playing a game of laser tag, it's guys vs. girls. We have a boundary from 34th st over to 32nd st. It's night time,and the objective is to steal the other team's flag. Me and one of my teammates decide to go up 34th st and creep along the walls, using the darkness as cover. The guns we have are water guns, but with no water. One of the other teammates is creeping down the other side fo 34th st, so my teammate and I stay still until he is close enough to shoot. We go him. we move further up the block and come to a parking lot (where a Kelly Hall) should be. It's surrounded by a low, black metal fence. I step over it and see a kid a went to grade school with talking to a NFL player outside of his car. I converse with them for a minute and then the kid that we shot just minutes ago is at the corner trying to shoot me. I see him and turn to shoot and he starts running. My gun starts to malfunction and the hand pump and nozel shoot off down the block. I go and pick up the pieces and fix my gun.
Next, I am skiing down a mountain, nothing too steep, wide trail with a few trees. In the middle there is a pile of what looks like transport containers (the big shipping ones)packed together with snow, but they all line up to form a store. I literally ski into the store and look around at the ski gear. My mother enters and asks what i'm looking for. Nothing in particular, but I was checking out the ski socks. I don't buy anything and leave the store and continue skiing.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Zombie Dream #2
Consistent with my last Zombie dream, I read some passages from the book "World War Z" thus inspiring another Zombie dream last night.
The dream starts out as me and 2 other people walking through the industrial complex building where my father's company is located. We're looking for a safe place to hold up for a while. We're constantly on edge because we don't know if the building is free of zombies, or capable of keeping them out. We're looking for a way to connect hoses from the lower lvl to deliver water to where we want to stay.
After a while, the building kind of changes to my father's house, and me, my friends Matt and Darrin are all living in my room at my father's house. It's safe, no windows, and 3 doors, one steel door to the outside. We've been in there a few weeks, we are running low on water, so we have to go down this large hill that the house is now on, to the stream below to get water. We fear the water is contaminated with Zombie "blood" but we have no choice, we are too scared to go out to a grocery store and look for water. We are also afraid that if 1 zombie sees us, his moans will trigger other zombies to follow us back into the house.
Now the dream changes even more, the house changes to a mix between my father's house now, and the house I used to live in when I was very young. Me, Matt and Darrin are living in the upstairs now, and we hear people's voices coming from the room where we were staying before. We go down to check it out, and it's another guy from our fraternity, Alex H. He's with a bunch of other random people. So, now that we have this manpower, and this is ultimately my house, we decided to secure the first floor from zombies. We simply nail flat, but thick wooden boards to the windows at ground lvl, both inside and outside, out fear is that the zombies will hear us banging the hammer and nails or see us from a distance and start coming. But after we get this done, we feel pretty safe.
Now there's a new problem: food & water. Me matt and darrin had enough food for a while, but now we have about 7 other mouths to feed. And down the road about a mile is an area where I have to go, to get food. I don't have to carry anything, I jut have to make it to this purple marker on the ground to have food appear in the house.
When i get there, it's right next to a gasoline pump, i successfully make it a few times, but one time there's this floating robot machine, an it's launching these other smaller floating robots with one small red eye and 2 small mechanical hands. If i get hit by their little green lazers 3 or more times, I die and spawn somewhere else. I made it the first time, but the second time i went out there, I got hit too many times and spawned as a flat white jelly fish in a little ocean pool, i had these blue spots on me that i had to rip off and then i had to find the purple spot in the pool to make it back home.
The End.
The dream starts out as me and 2 other people walking through the industrial complex building where my father's company is located. We're looking for a safe place to hold up for a while. We're constantly on edge because we don't know if the building is free of zombies, or capable of keeping them out. We're looking for a way to connect hoses from the lower lvl to deliver water to where we want to stay.
After a while, the building kind of changes to my father's house, and me, my friends Matt and Darrin are all living in my room at my father's house. It's safe, no windows, and 3 doors, one steel door to the outside. We've been in there a few weeks, we are running low on water, so we have to go down this large hill that the house is now on, to the stream below to get water. We fear the water is contaminated with Zombie "blood" but we have no choice, we are too scared to go out to a grocery store and look for water. We are also afraid that if 1 zombie sees us, his moans will trigger other zombies to follow us back into the house.
Now the dream changes even more, the house changes to a mix between my father's house now, and the house I used to live in when I was very young. Me, Matt and Darrin are living in the upstairs now, and we hear people's voices coming from the room where we were staying before. We go down to check it out, and it's another guy from our fraternity, Alex H. He's with a bunch of other random people. So, now that we have this manpower, and this is ultimately my house, we decided to secure the first floor from zombies. We simply nail flat, but thick wooden boards to the windows at ground lvl, both inside and outside, out fear is that the zombies will hear us banging the hammer and nails or see us from a distance and start coming. But after we get this done, we feel pretty safe.
Now there's a new problem: food & water. Me matt and darrin had enough food for a while, but now we have about 7 other mouths to feed. And down the road about a mile is an area where I have to go, to get food. I don't have to carry anything, I jut have to make it to this purple marker on the ground to have food appear in the house.
When i get there, it's right next to a gasoline pump, i successfully make it a few times, but one time there's this floating robot machine, an it's launching these other smaller floating robots with one small red eye and 2 small mechanical hands. If i get hit by their little green lazers 3 or more times, I die and spawn somewhere else. I made it the first time, but the second time i went out there, I got hit too many times and spawned as a flat white jelly fish in a little ocean pool, i had these blue spots on me that i had to rip off and then i had to find the purple spot in the pool to make it back home.
The End.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Zombie Dream #1
Some people don't like clowns, or little girls (i.e. The Shining), some vampires. Well, I don't like zombies. Zombies have only one objective. You can't reason with them, bribe them, break their will, or make them fear you. There's only one way to kill them and what's worse is the incurable and unstoppable disease of damnation. When they kill you, they don't do it quickly or quietly. They slowly dismember your body while tearing and ripping your flesh with their bare hands and teeth.... Only for you to re-animate as one of them. Not the ideal way to go.
Anyway, I have zombie dreams every once and a while, normally the proceeding nights after I watch a Zombie movie. Well, I have this book called "World War Z", and it's the stories of survivors of a fictional zombie invasion. Well, I read a few stories last night before going to bed, and I had a zombie dream....
From what I can remember, there were a bunch of us in a fairly large house, we didn't leave the upstairs area, which was dark, only lit by a few candles, but one of those old wooden TV's was on. It was supposed to be the house of my fraternity brother Uriah. The only part that I can really remember is sitting on the couch next to my friend Carly, most of the people that were there before had gone downstairs. She was loading her .22 revolver, and I had my .38 revolver ready to go. I was on the right side of the couch when one came around the corner from the right side. I fumbled getting my gun out, so I was forced to shove him away with my bare hands. He almost bit my hand, my knuckles came up against his teeth. I shoved him back and shot him in the head 3 times. I checked my hand... One of my knuckles had been "rug burned" by his teeth and I thought I was infected...
My first thought was "Well, I'm gonna have to kill myself" While trying to determine the way in which I should shoot myself in the head, my friend carly sitting next to me said, "Wait and find out if you're infected, that's not a deep cut, it
s a surface scratch." So I agreed and decided to wait.
There was more to the dream before this but I just can't remember.
Anyway, I have zombie dreams every once and a while, normally the proceeding nights after I watch a Zombie movie. Well, I have this book called "World War Z", and it's the stories of survivors of a fictional zombie invasion. Well, I read a few stories last night before going to bed, and I had a zombie dream....
From what I can remember, there were a bunch of us in a fairly large house, we didn't leave the upstairs area, which was dark, only lit by a few candles, but one of those old wooden TV's was on. It was supposed to be the house of my fraternity brother Uriah. The only part that I can really remember is sitting on the couch next to my friend Carly, most of the people that were there before had gone downstairs. She was loading her .22 revolver, and I had my .38 revolver ready to go. I was on the right side of the couch when one came around the corner from the right side. I fumbled getting my gun out, so I was forced to shove him away with my bare hands. He almost bit my hand, my knuckles came up against his teeth. I shoved him back and shot him in the head 3 times. I checked my hand... One of my knuckles had been "rug burned" by his teeth and I thought I was infected...
My first thought was "Well, I'm gonna have to kill myself" While trying to determine the way in which I should shoot myself in the head, my friend carly sitting next to me said, "Wait and find out if you're infected, that's not a deep cut, it
s a surface scratch." So I agreed and decided to wait.
There was more to the dream before this but I just can't remember.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Winter Mountain House
The first scene in my dream I have had before, except this time it was less dramatic.
I was simply traveling through the snowy woods on a mountainside, the dark blue haze surrounded the edges of everything and gave the snow a bluish tint. My father and I were driving on a snowy narrow road through a dense pine forest in an older pickup truck, a little beat up. We come to a steep, downhill clearing, like the kind you see on a mountain for the big metal power line supports except there were no power line structures. We drove down the clearing and back into the woods. The ground leveled out, and we pulled into a semi-circular driveway that looked like it had recently been cleared with a snow-blower. The house was white, and dirty, like an old country house, normal sized house. My father apparently owned it, but had a middle-aged woman, dry-blond hair with no definitive style, like a typical middle-class housewife. She wasn't anything significant to my father other than someone who kept the house together when he wasn't there. The house was poorly decorated, carpet and furniture was out of date and had a bit of a must smell. There was an undecorated christmas tree in the corner.
Then I jumped to something else. I don't remember most of it, but I do remember getting out of a parked car, and walking to class in a crowded hallway. I saw my friend jacqueline, and I called out to her, she turned around and came over to give me w hug, when we both ralized I wasn't wearing a shirt. I had forgotten my shirt. I started studdering and trying to make up and excuse as to why i forgot my shirt. She had on some type of warmer, outer-wear, and she unnecessarily had a t-shirt underneath it. She said I could borrow hers, so she started to take the t-shirt off, while still wearing the outer-whatever it was. But then I realized my shirt was resting around my neck like a towel, and told her it wasn't necessary for me to borrow her shirt.
I was simply traveling through the snowy woods on a mountainside, the dark blue haze surrounded the edges of everything and gave the snow a bluish tint. My father and I were driving on a snowy narrow road through a dense pine forest in an older pickup truck, a little beat up. We come to a steep, downhill clearing, like the kind you see on a mountain for the big metal power line supports except there were no power line structures. We drove down the clearing and back into the woods. The ground leveled out, and we pulled into a semi-circular driveway that looked like it had recently been cleared with a snow-blower. The house was white, and dirty, like an old country house, normal sized house. My father apparently owned it, but had a middle-aged woman, dry-blond hair with no definitive style, like a typical middle-class housewife. She wasn't anything significant to my father other than someone who kept the house together when he wasn't there. The house was poorly decorated, carpet and furniture was out of date and had a bit of a must smell. There was an undecorated christmas tree in the corner.
Then I jumped to something else. I don't remember most of it, but I do remember getting out of a parked car, and walking to class in a crowded hallway. I saw my friend jacqueline, and I called out to her, she turned around and came over to give me w hug, when we both ralized I wasn't wearing a shirt. I had forgotten my shirt. I started studdering and trying to make up and excuse as to why i forgot my shirt. She had on some type of warmer, outer-wear, and she unnecessarily had a t-shirt underneath it. She said I could borrow hers, so she started to take the t-shirt off, while still wearing the outer-whatever it was. But then I realized my shirt was resting around my neck like a towel, and told her it wasn't necessary for me to borrow her shirt.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Fighter Pilot Racing
My entrance into this dream isn't clear. I started out walking with a bunch of other fighter pilots across the tarmac to our planes. The planes were all different models, old american phantoms to the French Rafale. And instead of taking off the runway, we all started to do a lap around a large paved trail that went through the woods, almost like a hay ride. We were going through this area and we slowed down to look at the "old-war" rubble. There was charred metal and debris all over, but what stick out the most was a red jeep wrangler on it's side, and one side of it was completely charred. I thought it to be a shame.
We continued on and started to go faster, we were racing, trying to pass each other and avoiding the jetblast from the plane in front. We had our cockpits open tho, and i even stood up at one point to see over the other planes in front of me. It was more of a compeditive practice mission then anything else. At one point we went over a long concrete bridge with a rusty middle supportive structure, it was actually the Platt bridge in Philadelphia, except much much older. we came down the other side and were back in the wilderness on a trail. We stopped by these old trailer houses that looked abandoned. Some of them had bullet and schrapnel holes burned in them. But as we were passing, we saw a navy officer in dress whited discreetly go into one of the buildings. We thought this was wierd. 3 of us jumped out and followed him in there, but before entering, we watched through th open door, the officer put in a passcode into a box on the far wall, and a door slid wide open. Inside were these white robots about 2-3 feet tall, all functiong on their own volition. We went in further. all i can remember is that it was realtively small for a lab, and it was moders with white floors, stainless steel and black walls, and a dark dark wooden ceiling, with a command center over to the right side fo the room.
We figured that this guy was corrupt and a traitor, and stealing money from the government to fund his own projects. So we left.
That's all.
We continued on and started to go faster, we were racing, trying to pass each other and avoiding the jetblast from the plane in front. We had our cockpits open tho, and i even stood up at one point to see over the other planes in front of me. It was more of a compeditive practice mission then anything else. At one point we went over a long concrete bridge with a rusty middle supportive structure, it was actually the Platt bridge in Philadelphia, except much much older. we came down the other side and were back in the wilderness on a trail. We stopped by these old trailer houses that looked abandoned. Some of them had bullet and schrapnel holes burned in them. But as we were passing, we saw a navy officer in dress whited discreetly go into one of the buildings. We thought this was wierd. 3 of us jumped out and followed him in there, but before entering, we watched through th open door, the officer put in a passcode into a box on the far wall, and a door slid wide open. Inside were these white robots about 2-3 feet tall, all functiong on their own volition. We went in further. all i can remember is that it was realtively small for a lab, and it was moders with white floors, stainless steel and black walls, and a dark dark wooden ceiling, with a command center over to the right side fo the room.
We figured that this guy was corrupt and a traitor, and stealing money from the government to fund his own projects. So we left.
That's all.
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