Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness

Wandering around a busy party at someone's house, my friend and I sit down at a table. Someone brings us both a beer. After just half of it, I feel pretty tipsy and get up to walk around. Upstairs, I find the bathroom, but instead of a toilet, there is a large pond, with urine instead of water, and two people on hover crafts racing around a small island in the center. I relieve myself, and do my best not to pee on the hovercraft racers, even though they nearly splash me with urine as they zoom past.

I go back downstairs and see a strange looking animal outside. It has the body of a vicious wolf, but the legs of a gazelle, and it doesn't know how to use the legs very well. It is quite slow, and looks like it is going to fall over. I watch as it goes from house to house looking for scraps to eat. Touched by its predicament of not being able to find any food, I ask my friend if he has anything I can give it. He gives me a piece of his sandwich. I go outside, and walk right up to the wolf-gazelle (Gazzolf / Wolfzelle?) and poke it in the rear leg to get its attention. I practically shove the food in its face, then put the food down next to it before running back to safety. The Gazzolf beats me to the door, and begs for more food. Out of no where, I pull a massive pile of food out of nothing and give it to the Gazzolf who chows down happily.

Going back inside, I learn that my friend is the target of an assassination. I too am a potential target. He has taken off to safety, leaving me in his room where the assassins are approaching. I am given an optional task of securing files from his MP3 player by uploading them to a public server where everyone can access them, thereby protecting them from being destroyed. I just want to run, but feel that this would be very helpful. Even though I am unfamiliar with the software involved, I make it happen, focusing with all my might so I can get it done before the assassins get here. I notice a few suspicious characters that look like ninjas approaching from the fields outside, sneaking toward the house at a dead sprint.

Running out of the room, I sense someone is just about to break through the window. I close the door and run downstairs to find my friend armed with a gun, pointing it right at me. I tell him I'll help him, and not to shoot me. Walking around the corner, I see a ninja, so I telepathically tell my friend, "There's one around the corner to your right." As the ninja turns the corner, my friend pre-fires him, shooting him immediately. I check out another nearby room and see another ninja, so I again tell my friend telepathically, "Behind you, another one with two swords." My friend again turns and shoots him before the ninja gets a chance to surprise him.

I get dropped off at a mountain resort in the winter. There are people getting barbeque grills ready for a weekend event. Mostly sales people, all wearing red. I have some charcoal in my hand for some reason. I walk through the main sales road and put the briquettes on the last grill with an open flame just as the sales person raised the metal grate to adjust the gas burner. He gives me a weird look after I snuck the charcoal into his grill, but I walk away before he says anything. It felt like the right thing to do anyway.

I reach a hill-top party area, with a few large groups of people. I am shuffled into a circle with an intimidating group of about 20 older men, all giving me mean looks. Terrified, I introduce myself to each of them, doing my best to remember their names and whatever they say about themselves. One in particular is especially scary, wearing camouflage, very tan, and in need of a shave. He's a large guy, looks like he could rip me in half with little effort. I remember he said he fought in Veitnam. I personally don't support fighting and killing, but decided to thank him for fighting for my sake anyway. Even if I don't agree with what he did, he seems proud of it, so I thank him for his reality of what he did and why, not for mine.

The whole group seems to recognize my respect for them, and relaxes, including me in their discussion. Somehow it turns into me leading a chant in regard to the food that we're eating, but it just doesn't work. There's too many words, and the rhythm is way off. I stop chanting, and they are a bit disappointed, urging me to continue. "It isn't a good chant, it doesn't sound right" I tell them.

I start a new chant with all of them, "Cheese please, give us some cheese... cheese please, give us some cheese..." It sounds much better, and has a good rhythm. We all get into it, and to our surprise, a girl comes by with large trays of mostly cheese. I'm not sure what it is, but it has three layers of melted cheese, with maybe some thin tortilla chips separating the layers with a good crunch. It looks absolutely amazing. The girl walks away with an impressively large slice in her hand, nibbling at it with delight. I look back to the tray and it has already been devoured!

Satisfied, everyone leaves and I am left on my own on some small streets in a mountain town. I start double-jumping off walls while trying to throw a pen into a dart board. I get the wall-jumping down, but the pen just isn't sharp enough for the dart board. Frustrated, I throw it hard, and it sticks right in. I roller-blade down a big hill down to where there is a large park and a whole different climate. Now a warm summer day, I walk up to the park and notice some old basket balls and tennis balls, somewhat deteriorated, all mixed in some leaves up against the curb. There is a trash can nearby, so I take it upon myself to throw all these garbage balls away.

Two girls playing catch with one another drop their ball and it rolls into some of the nasty gutter-leaves. I pick it up and toss it back to them before it gets too dirty. "What are you doing? That's gross" one of them tells me. "Well, if I don't pick them up now, they'll probably be even grosser later" The other girl suggests, "Just leave them there in the sun for a while, then they'll be all dried out, and much cleaner to work with" I think that's a good idea, but some of them will indeed be grosser if they're in a shady wet spot. I also feel like it's somehow my job to pick them up. "That's a good idea, but I think I'll just finish getting these ones for now" I tell them.