I can barely remember the first part of my dream, but it had something to do with running physical simulations of people going through a hallway-maze and trying to get them to do things the same way every time, but i was having difficulty doing it.
Next i was jumping (climbing over) fences in these really really narrow backyards. I came to the top of this one wooden fence, and on the other side were two girls playing with these two dogs. the dogs were barking at me and one of the girls, the owner, said that if i asked her nicely i could pass through the yard. then i looked to the next fence i would have to climb and the yard i would have to go through and the yard was even narrower, dead dry grass and dirt, and a really mean rotweiller already barking and snarling at me. I told the girl no thanks and that i would go around.
next I am with the 4 South Park characters. it is lightly raining out, and we are walking into this aisan kid's house. we get in and there are toys everywhere, mainly lego's and action figures. he takes us up to the 2nd floor and there is a giant bag of trash hanging from the ceiling and almost blocking the staircase to the open attic. we go back to the downstairs which is an open kitchen/living room. his parents have these cake houses with scenes. like lego sets and stuff. we needed to move them, but every time we moved them, everyone started taking finger-scoops of the cake and we had to keep throwing them out. We got to this red-brick house cake and decided not to move it. I took a finger full anyway. everyone else went upstairs and all of a sudden, his mom is at the front door and getting her keys out. everyone else grabs the other ruined cakes and brings them upstairs. I have to get the red-brick house one and when i try to move it, the house falls off onto all the toys on the floor. i decide to just take the cardboard that it was on and hope she didn't see the cake in the mess of toys.
his mom comes in and doesn't notice the cake at first. i am relieved so i open this black trash bag full of clothes and i am looking for my brown dress socks, i fidn them and only one is dry, so i put it on. i look through the bag and find a pair of black ones, which aren't as comfortable, but i put one of the dry black cocks on my right foot. then the aisan kid's mother calls the kid down and mildly scolds him about the cake. almost as if she didn't car or expected it. last thing was me leaving the house.
that's it
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Jail Break & Winter Car Ride
I don't remember the first part of the dream, but i was with a bunch of my fraternity brothers, we got rounded up by the police at a bar and put into the station jail over night. in the morning we went before a judge and she automatically found us guilty of something, we didn't know, and we were sent to some prison, like an under-ground prison, the walls made of clay, like a mexican bar. it was lit with torches and the security was minimum. we knew we were in there by mistake, we were falsely accused, so we decided to try to escape. we walked around, and found ourselves in this nicer corner of the prison. we were in the basement of this nice building, wood and old stone walls. there were thick glass windows and we could see outside. Nicely dressed people eating at tables with the table umbrellas.
Somehow we figured a way out, but only one of us could go, and we decided that I was the best one to escape, because I could run the fastest for the longest. So everyone got into position and I made my break when the guard's weren't around. But then a faculty worker saw me and confronted me. She was blonde, thinner, young looking. I was at the mercy of her and I explained my situation to her, and she was still mad but she didn't call the guards. Then, my dad's gf came over and started talking to her and trying to convince her to just let me go and we won't let anyone know that she let me. I saw that she was pretty much gonna let me go, so i took off and made the decision for her. I made it out of the prison property, and headed up the street for some houses, because i needed a change of clothes. 2 cop cars that were pulled over on the side of the road giving someone a ticket, saw me in my navy-blue jump suit, so i ran into the woods to make them think i was headed in a different direction. I turned back towards the houses once i was out of their view. I entered this one house, through the front door, and there was a kid, a few years younger than me that appeared in front of me. I talked to him calmly and asked him if i could have a change of clothes. he said yes, but he wanted the thing that was in my pocket..
It was a round wooden... like a big button, with a lion painted on the front of it. he said he wanted it for his door, and i looked over at his door and saw that there were 2 similar buttons but with sheep or a ram painted on each. I gladly gave it to him and got the change of clothes. I asked him if he minded that i went out his back door. he said no, but that i should make sure that his mom didn't see me. So i got out the back and continued to run up the hill behind his house. I saw the empty police cars in the road from the top of the hill and started to run.
then... I woke up.
My heart was pounding and I was literally out of breath...
The next night I had a dream that I was with a bunch of people, mostly my fraternity brothers. we were in a small house in the woods and there were 2 cars outside. one was a full-cab F-150 truck and the other was a white suburban, or something like that, i feel like it was a GMC. Anyway, we were preparing for the long drive to the mountain and i was excited because i was going to be in the suburban with only a few people so i called "not-shotgun" that way i might even have a whole row to myself to sit in, and I didn't have to drive.
so, we all went out to the cars, and I had my firearm with me (S&W 0.38 Special) and i took it out of my holster and put it in the middle of the 2nd row of seats to reserve my row while i organized the random ski poles, skis and put in people's bags into the trunk. when I turned around from organizing the trunk, there was an indian couple and my fraternity brother casey (with his headphones in) sitting in MY ROW! and on top of my GUN! didn't they see the fucking loaded gun? Idiots, so i was destined to sit in the 3rd row of seats. but then my friend Jacqueline was sitting squished next to me, an d two other people to the right of her. Sitting next to her made things slightly better, and i was next to a window, but so much for a nice empty car.
that's it
Somehow we figured a way out, but only one of us could go, and we decided that I was the best one to escape, because I could run the fastest for the longest. So everyone got into position and I made my break when the guard's weren't around. But then a faculty worker saw me and confronted me. She was blonde, thinner, young looking. I was at the mercy of her and I explained my situation to her, and she was still mad but she didn't call the guards. Then, my dad's gf came over and started talking to her and trying to convince her to just let me go and we won't let anyone know that she let me. I saw that she was pretty much gonna let me go, so i took off and made the decision for her. I made it out of the prison property, and headed up the street for some houses, because i needed a change of clothes. 2 cop cars that were pulled over on the side of the road giving someone a ticket, saw me in my navy-blue jump suit, so i ran into the woods to make them think i was headed in a different direction. I turned back towards the houses once i was out of their view. I entered this one house, through the front door, and there was a kid, a few years younger than me that appeared in front of me. I talked to him calmly and asked him if i could have a change of clothes. he said yes, but he wanted the thing that was in my pocket..
It was a round wooden... like a big button, with a lion painted on the front of it. he said he wanted it for his door, and i looked over at his door and saw that there were 2 similar buttons but with sheep or a ram painted on each. I gladly gave it to him and got the change of clothes. I asked him if he minded that i went out his back door. he said no, but that i should make sure that his mom didn't see me. So i got out the back and continued to run up the hill behind his house. I saw the empty police cars in the road from the top of the hill and started to run.
then... I woke up.
My heart was pounding and I was literally out of breath...
The next night I had a dream that I was with a bunch of people, mostly my fraternity brothers. we were in a small house in the woods and there were 2 cars outside. one was a full-cab F-150 truck and the other was a white suburban, or something like that, i feel like it was a GMC. Anyway, we were preparing for the long drive to the mountain and i was excited because i was going to be in the suburban with only a few people so i called "not-shotgun" that way i might even have a whole row to myself to sit in, and I didn't have to drive.
so, we all went out to the cars, and I had my firearm with me (S&W 0.38 Special) and i took it out of my holster and put it in the middle of the 2nd row of seats to reserve my row while i organized the random ski poles, skis and put in people's bags into the trunk. when I turned around from organizing the trunk, there was an indian couple and my fraternity brother casey (with his headphones in) sitting in MY ROW! and on top of my GUN! didn't they see the fucking loaded gun? Idiots, so i was destined to sit in the 3rd row of seats. but then my friend Jacqueline was sitting squished next to me, an d two other people to the right of her. Sitting next to her made things slightly better, and i was next to a window, but so much for a nice empty car.
that's it
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Military School / Avalanche
Two nights ago i had a dream that i was back at my high school (Valley Forge Military Academy), but i was the same age as i am now, and wearing my old uniform posing as a current student. A few months prior, a kid from a different company, that i used to be on the wrestling team with, nick, had gotten sick. He was getting worse and no one would call the ambulance so I took him to the hospital and saved his life. People didn't realize how sick he really was, and I saved him because I did.
2 months later I got a tip from one of the tactical faculty that I was going to get an award for my heroism. I was almost offended because I did nothing heroic. All i did was realize how sick the kid was and the ignorance of everyone else. I declined the award and just said that everyone should stop being retards, just deal with things as they come, don't assume that he's pretending to be more sick jsut to get out of stuff.
the dream was wierd tho because I could feel and even smell my school uniform with the rigidity of my pressed white shirt and tight dress gray pants.
LAST NIGHT
I had a dream I was traveling through mountainous country with a bunch of people. We were walking across a mountain range when an avalanche erupted. When it came down on me, I knew i was in deep. I could feel the pressure of the snow around me and the cold of the snow. There was someone buried next to me. The pressure of the snow rendered my legs and lower body useless. I knew there were people outside that had not been buried but i didnt think they would get to me in time. I had just accepted the nearing fate of death when i heard voices from the outside. A hand burst through the small cavern i dug for my head/upper body. It was a transformer. He spoke to me about how we weren't buried that deep and that it was just a small avalanche. I told him about how i had prepared for death. He gave me some advise about never giving in. I helped dig other people out after.
2 months later I got a tip from one of the tactical faculty that I was going to get an award for my heroism. I was almost offended because I did nothing heroic. All i did was realize how sick the kid was and the ignorance of everyone else. I declined the award and just said that everyone should stop being retards, just deal with things as they come, don't assume that he's pretending to be more sick jsut to get out of stuff.
the dream was wierd tho because I could feel and even smell my school uniform with the rigidity of my pressed white shirt and tight dress gray pants.
LAST NIGHT
I had a dream I was traveling through mountainous country with a bunch of people. We were walking across a mountain range when an avalanche erupted. When it came down on me, I knew i was in deep. I could feel the pressure of the snow around me and the cold of the snow. There was someone buried next to me. The pressure of the snow rendered my legs and lower body useless. I knew there were people outside that had not been buried but i didnt think they would get to me in time. I had just accepted the nearing fate of death when i heard voices from the outside. A hand burst through the small cavern i dug for my head/upper body. It was a transformer. He spoke to me about how we weren't buried that deep and that it was just a small avalanche. I told him about how i had prepared for death. He gave me some advise about never giving in. I helped dig other people out after.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Catamaran / New People
Last night I had a dream which was almost a continuation of a previous one. The event that took place was an annual event, and my dream last night was the 2nd annual event.
It was all the guys in my fraternity, we had to make this annual trek to the woods and move this giant catamaran through the woods and put it together in the water and sail it to a certain part of the lake. This catamaran was made only from materials found in the woods.
From what I can remember from the 'year before' the catamaran was already built, but to transport it through the woods, we had to take it in pieces. Since it was our first year we had to clear a path for the different pieces. I took charge of clearing the path with some other people. Cutting down brush, moving rocks and fallen trees, all while watching you back for wild animals.
This year I took the same role, since I did a good job the year before, and scouted ahead to see how the trails held up. There was minor growth over the old paths,and some rocks that had either fell back or rain had exposed them from under the dirt.
Last year we had worked on it late into the night, working only by torch light. This year it was early morning and we had these hybrid boar-people (like from the book "The island of Dr. Moreau) to help us move anything heavy. We only needed their help a few times.
So, we got the catamaran down to the water's edge, we assembled the catamaran, and sailed off. We were supposed to sail to a certain location, anchor the raft in place with these long 4x4's and perform some kind of ritual. When we got to the spot, a storm started coming in, and we couldn't do the ritual with the storm coming in. I got up in the crows nest and we pulled anchor and set off.
The End.
Next, I found myself talking with these people. they weren't normal people, I got the sense they were Amish, Mennonite, or something else. There was a plain looking girl, her and other people were making baked goods to sell. I was in this partially boxed in area with these bushes that produced tan and black seeds that were used in making their cookies. I helped pick a bunch for them because I wanted some of their cookies, I didnt feel completely welcome tho, there was this feeling that I was somewhat intruding or bothering them. I had the cookies and they were pretty good.
Next I was in a house with my mother, little brother, and a seeing eye dog. The house was a mix between my mother's house, and my grandparent's old house. I had to walk the dog which looked like a German Shepherd / Rotweiller mix. It was a very vocal dog that would respond to anything you said to him. He would look very sad and make sad noises every time you said "i'm sorrry". that's all i remember
It was all the guys in my fraternity, we had to make this annual trek to the woods and move this giant catamaran through the woods and put it together in the water and sail it to a certain part of the lake. This catamaran was made only from materials found in the woods.
From what I can remember from the 'year before' the catamaran was already built, but to transport it through the woods, we had to take it in pieces. Since it was our first year we had to clear a path for the different pieces. I took charge of clearing the path with some other people. Cutting down brush, moving rocks and fallen trees, all while watching you back for wild animals.
This year I took the same role, since I did a good job the year before, and scouted ahead to see how the trails held up. There was minor growth over the old paths,and some rocks that had either fell back or rain had exposed them from under the dirt.
Last year we had worked on it late into the night, working only by torch light. This year it was early morning and we had these hybrid boar-people (like from the book "The island of Dr. Moreau) to help us move anything heavy. We only needed their help a few times.
So, we got the catamaran down to the water's edge, we assembled the catamaran, and sailed off. We were supposed to sail to a certain location, anchor the raft in place with these long 4x4's and perform some kind of ritual. When we got to the spot, a storm started coming in, and we couldn't do the ritual with the storm coming in. I got up in the crows nest and we pulled anchor and set off.
The End.
Next, I found myself talking with these people. they weren't normal people, I got the sense they were Amish, Mennonite, or something else. There was a plain looking girl, her and other people were making baked goods to sell. I was in this partially boxed in area with these bushes that produced tan and black seeds that were used in making their cookies. I helped pick a bunch for them because I wanted some of their cookies, I didnt feel completely welcome tho, there was this feeling that I was somewhat intruding or bothering them. I had the cookies and they were pretty good.
Next I was in a house with my mother, little brother, and a seeing eye dog. The house was a mix between my mother's house, and my grandparent's old house. I had to walk the dog which looked like a German Shepherd / Rotweiller mix. It was a very vocal dog that would respond to anything you said to him. He would look very sad and make sad noises every time you said "i'm sorrry". that's all i remember
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