From the Drowsy Mind of a Mouse

"If you had a million Shakespeares, could they write like a monkey?"
Stephen Wright

This journal is late. So are the next few I'll be making. I've been busy.
First of all, start playing this. This was the tune in my dream.

Yeah, I was in China! My girlfriend and I were on a big tall tower, with crossed pieces of wood. It was like this:

only much, much higher. I estimated about 200, 300 feet high. It was high. A stereotypical little Chinese house was on top.
I was up there with my lovely girlfriend, and there was a porch-like area above the ground, and a cannon on it. I peered in the cannon, unsure of its purpose. When I pulled my head away, it shot out a little cube on a stick. The stick was about a foot long, the cube the volume of one segment of my thumb. As it fell, a parachute came out and it wafted to the ground below.
"What was that?" I asked.
She giggled and bumped me. I lost balance for a moment, and when I became sturdy, I noted that there were no railings on the tower. I almost fell.
"Hey, Tanya [name changed], be careful! I don't want to fall!"

Time skip.

I was in school. Tanya was late to her math class (the room we were going to was my science room during my freshman year of high school, and the teacher was her present Health teacher. I brought her there, and I also put a note on the door for the teacher. He had been bothered lately by kids skipping class and going to see him, so the note said: "I know you're important and stuff, but don't interrupt my goddamn class!"
He laughed and told me that it was an excellent note.

Time skip.

I was checking my Facebook page at home, and everyone was messaging me about how the note was awesome. Some kid I didn't know posted, "Awesome note. Give me your student ID and next bonfire [an annual school event], you'll have alcohol privileges! Oh wait, you're underage..."
It's true. I am.

Time skip.

I was back in China, on that same tower with Tanya. I looked over the edge. It was a long way down. Tanya bumped me again and grabbed me with a hug.
"Really," I began, "don't do that-" but I was cut off as I fell over the edge.
Time was not in slow motion, but the falling was. The feeling of weightlessness was euphoric. Down, down I went, but I panicked not and I worried not. A minor inconvenience, yes, but I knew this falling wouldn't kill me. I just kept falling down. I was light as air. I spun as I descended to the Earth and I saw the plaza below me. There were little red shops on the street corners and many happy people meandering about. It was so peaceful, and I felt removed from the world as I got closer to the ground.
At last, we landed with a thud.
I wasn't hurt, just really sore from the fall. "You ok?" Tanya asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied.
"Ok," and she got up and walked away.
I remained on the ground. I was pretty sore. I finally stood up, but Tanya was long gone. I looked around, and there was the Anüki (pronounced "An'OO'key). The Anüki was a white monkey, about three feet tall. There is an image below, drawn by me.
The Anüki looked at me with a stern glare, and then silently walked over and gave me a big, warm, soft hug. It was a powerful hug, with the ever-necessary pat on the back as well. This thing is so darn awesome. When I LD, I'm going to make sure he is in my dream again. I like the Anüki.

Yeah, this angry thing gave me a hug. It smelled nice, too, and it looked clean. Just an overall nice fellow.

"Each time we face our fear, we gain strength, courage, and confidence in the doing."
Anonymous

I was at my school, and I was carrying my baby cousin. She was having a fit and completely freaking out, so I put her in her stroller.
Time skip.
I was in a hallway at the school, and my mother was there. She told me to go outside to the car to assist my father with carrying some things. I had my sweater on, so I knew I'd be warm enough. I walked over to the doors and was about to go outside to the parking lot, when I realized that I didn't have my shoes. I went back to where my mother was to get them, but she began to scold me for not helping, claiming that everything had been brought inside already. I angrily put on my shoes and went outside. I jumped on the ground and slid on the ice on my belly. It was jolly good fun, but I stopped because I didn't want to dirty my sweater.
I walked over to the car where my father was working on his computer. I began talking to him though the window.
"Can I help carry anything?" I asked. I noticed some gross-looking bugs on the outside of the car.
"Everything has been brought in except a couple things that Ill get."
"I'll carry them."
"Why?"
"Well, because I didn't help out earlier and I desired to make reparations for my lack of assistance, and THAT BUG IS CREEPING ME OUT!"
On the car was an ant and a "tomato spider," as I called it (see image below). They both had a bunch of little white grub-like things attached to them, parasites I expected. The ant was big, but worse was the tomato spider. It had a gross red body and long legs, and a fuzzy tail. It fell off the car and I jumped back. I began to stomp on it, but every time I tried to kill it, it didn't die. I stomped again and again, but it still lived.
I went into panic mode. I was freaking out. I hate bugs, and they are one of my biggest fears. I began to flail, and I almost hit a nice young lady in my panic. My father kept telling me to calm down, but I just couldn't. Now while that damn spider still lived. I stomped again, and again, and again. Finally, I threw a napkin on it and stomped again. Finally, I woke up.
This one scared the feces out of me. I am so afraid of bugs, for no reason. I think this one counted as more of a nightmare than the last one, because while roaches are just gross, big red spiders are frightening.

This thing is awful. Actual size.

"The first rule of Zombieland: Cardio. When the zombie outbreak first hit, the first to go, for obvious reasons... were the fatties."
Columbus, from Zombieland

Zombies were everywhere! Actually, no. The zombie apocalypse was actually kind of sad. There were only like, what, 7 or 8 that I saw? Total? What a gyp. Nonetheless, there were zombies.
I walked (of course I didn't run. Can zombies run? I think not!) to my grandfather's house from slightly down the street. I tried to enter the front door, but it was locked. Figures. So I went to the back and broke in through an unlocked window. Then I locked the window.
I went to my grandfather's living room to spy my brother and my Gramps.
"What?" Gramps yelled. "When did you get here?"
"I snuck in through the back. The front door was locked," I said.
"You should have knocked!" he shouted.
He had a point. I went to the front door to keep watch. A couple zombies walked by, and one bumped against the door, but then continued on its way.
I went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and returned to see my classmate Carolyn outside.
"Hey! Let me in!" she asked.
I don't really like her, so I said, "No," and made sure that the door was locked tight.
I went back to the kitchen to get some more food, then returned to the door. A zombie walked up to it and pushed it open. I began to shove on the door to try and close the zombie out. I wasn't scared, just more annoyed at the entire thing. Then I woke up.This dream was dull. I don't even like zombies. And these zombies weren't even the exciting type, they just strolled along like a bunch of idiots. Only one opened the door, and I was able to shove it out and make it go away. Idiot zombies.

These zombies are so darn annoying.

"What are you, president of his fan club?"
"Hehehe... no. That would be your mother!"
~ Conversation between the Scout and the Spy, from Team Fortress 2's Meet the Spy

My friend Dylan loves FPS games. I also enjoy them, especially online multiplayer games like Team Fortress 2. Anyway, I was at Dylan's house playing his Xbox 360 together. I turned to him and asked him if I could borrow his The Orange Box video game set so I could get the games as well. He was reluctant at first, but then he gave in. Victory! Then, my mother came into Dylan's house and began to bicker with me about going home.

So close... soooo close...

"Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies,
Saint Michael the Archangel,
defend us in 'our battle against principalities and powers,
against the rulers of this world of darkness,
against the spirits of wickedness in the high places' [Ephesians 6:12]"
~ Catholic exorcism

I was in a dark, Hogwarts-like place. The surroundings were old and wooden, but sturdy-looking. There was a giant crowd of people around. I was on a second-floor platform, but you could look over the railing to see the first floor if you wanted. I looking for my friends, Caitlin (my pseudo-sister IRL) and Ken (a somewhat large lesbian, and one of my best friends IRL). I saw Caitlin and Ken run by me up the stairs, so I immediately turned around. I caught up to Ken, but Caitlin had gotten away. Ken informed me that Cait was possessed by The Demon.
In its natural form, The Demon looked like a small black cloud, but it could possess people and have them do its bidding. Ken and I had to get it out of Caitlin, so we were going to have to perform an exorcism.
I got Ken and we went to the dorm area of the hall. Some girl, with slight reluctance, let us set up a base in her room. It was a small, but cozy room with pale yellow walls. Once inside, we shut the door, lit a candle near the door and one near the bed, and I sprinkled a circle of Holy Water from the container that I had with me.

Layout of the room:
[].....~~...[.]
[]..~......~[.]
|......~~...[.]
|____'_'___|
The []'s make up a bed.
The ~ represent a circle of Holy Water.
The [.]'s are a desk with a TV on it and some papers that were on the ground.

There, we waited. I got prepared to say some exorcism. Suddenly, we heard a knock on the door. Ken went over to open it, but I stopped her.
"Who is it?" I asked.
No answer.
"Who are you?"
No answer.
"Should I turn out the lights?" Ken asked, about to suffocate the candles with her fingers. I nodded. The room got dark, and I kept the door locked. The Demon wouldn't be getting into this room.
I woke up.

This dream was quite frightening, but I don't know if it really was a nightmare. It had many nightmare qualities, like an unseen enemy, my friends are victims, and I'm not completely sure what to do, but during the dream, I was acting very calm, cool, and collected, although I really was quite nervous. I knew the precautions I had to take to stay safe. I'll just put it as a nightmare.
I should have noticed it was a dream because I don't believe in demons. I think crowds may be a growing dreamsign for me.

"Oh I get by with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends,
Mmm, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends."
~ The Beatles, With a Little Help from My Friends

The guys (and some girls) and I were at Papa Gino's, but it seems like it looked, well, GOOD in there. Nice wooden feel to it. Anyway, I was there with my friends Dylan, Bridget, and Justin, although Justin isn't really my friend. I find nothing likable in him. NO MATTER! We, and some other guys, were all eating foods, and I got a hot dog. My dog, Arte, was supposed to get bacon with his meal and give it to me, but he didn't get any bacon.
We were all supposed to bring our own lunches as well. I don't know why. That makes no sense. However, some people, in that typical fashion of other people being unreliable, forgot their lunches. However, some did bring empty gift bags, so that was ok.

"lol sure, you can have my bacon. This makes perfect sense."