Aubrey

Soo I don't really remember this one all that much, but I wrote it down when I first had it a couple of days ago. Here goes:

I was walking down the hallway in my high school (just graduated btw), going between second hour and first hour. For some reason I couldn't remember if it was an A or B day, what class I just had, or where I was going. I got to my locker and remembered that I was going to ApCalc next. I tried to open my locker using 6-12-24, but it didn't work. Then I tried 30-18-40, then 6-37-24, but nothing was working. The bell rang and I managed to sprint to class without being late, but I didn't have any of my stuff. Also, the class was in the front hallway where the library should be instead of where it really is. The teacher told me to sit down so I did, in a desk in the far back middle to the right of a white brick column. The classroom was really weird, the walls were all white and everyone was wearing white, but the desks were tan and so was the tile floor. The whole front wall was a whiteboard and the whole back wall was made of windows, it was like some sort of vista resort or something. Oh, and the desks were really far apart. I guess we started presenting our 'projects', but I don't even know what they were supposed to be or how they had anything to do with calculus. Each student would come up and show a little model they made. They were white and looked like the kids had slapped together random items around their house then covered them with paper mache and plaster. Each one looked different, some were towers, others human figures or geometric shapes, and some were just piles of crap. My turn came to present and I told the teacher I couldn't go because my project was in my locker, which wouldn't open. He got angry for some reason and told me I should have said something when I got into the classroom.

The middle bell rang and people passed through the halls going to split lunch like usual. A chubby female teacher came out of a sliding closet to my right. With her was a little Indian kid (like actually from India, not Native American), about 8 years old and wearing a white collared shirt with a red boy scout scarf and blue shorts. It was like some weird school uniform. My math teacher said, "Mrs. ___ (don't remember her name) is going to escort this kid through the halls, so if anyone needs to go to their lockers go now." I guess I wasn't the only one who was having locker problems, since a lot of kids came and gathered around the teacher. Also I don't know why we needed to be escorted, since normally the teacher just would have let us go without passes or anything. Before our group left the classroom, the teacher said, "For all you guys who complain about getting here too early, this kid gets here before the hamburgers," and pointed at the little kid. I don't know what he meant but I guess that's really early, and a lot of us gasped. We started walking down the front hallway towards the lunchroom and I broke off to go down the side hallway where my locker was. I did my combination, which was 32-18-24, and it worked. (I don't remember what my real combo is(was) anymore.) I got my materials and went back to class but the door was locked, and inside I could hear they were watching a movie. A group of us gathered outside the door and waited for it to be unlocked but it never was. A bell rang, which meant we could go home (completely scratching lunch and fourth hour out of my day I guess).

I walked outside the main doors without going back to my locker for my stuff, and went towards the student lot. On the side of the driveway leading to the student lot there was a short white bus, like one of those transit handicapped buses, except it didn't have any logos on it or anything, and there weren't any panes in the windows. I now was the little Indian kid, and I went on the bus, except there were a ton of other kids on the bus who were exact copies of me. (I was watching myself get on btw, from outside the bus, like a third person view.) There were so many kids on the bus that we filled it up to the roof, so there wasn't any space in it at all. The bus driver told them all (I say them because at this point I'm not one of the kids anymore) to duck down so they wouldn't be seen, and they managed to squish themselves so only their eyes and the tops of their heads popped up from below the windows. I think the bus driver didn't want to be seen having too many kids on a bus. By this time the bus was driving down an empty freeway through a pine forest. I became me again, driving a blue subaru. I passed the bus and looked at all the kids in the windows, and though, 'well, that's weird.'

I got to my apartment building and went inside. (My apartment building has three sets of doors: a locked outside one, an unlocked middle one between the outside and the entrance where the mailboxes are, and the locked door to my apartment.) Everything was normal, but when I opened the door to my actual apartment room, everything was empty. I was on the second floor now too. The whole back wall to every room was made of windows (like the school), and the livingroom had a sliding glass door where you could go out onto a balcony. There was a guy standing in the livingroom, and apparently he was my friend. I was now a guy too, and we were both wearing futuristic silverish armor. There was another guy in my bedroom wearing the same armor, except it was black, and he wanted to kill us. The scene turned into an 8-bit 'side scroller' video game type of thing. My friend and I had short purple health bars in the top left corner and the 'boss' had a big red one along the bottom. We used old style Mortal Kombat attacks to hurt him, but then our health got too low so I had to go into the menu. It was back to normal 2011 type graphics, and had a pink background with items you could select from a list. I highlighted 'max heath', which I had 77 of. The item that gave you 'max health' was a pack of two hot dogs. No buns or anything, just the dogs. I clicked two of the items so I had four hot dogs total, two for each of us, and heard a noise that meant we were all better.

The menu scene went away, and so did the side scroller view. I was now myself and watching things in a first person point of view. Everyone was taking a break or something, my friend was standing in the living room. We started talking, and he said, "I hope he doesn't do an orange lazer I can never avoid those." I said, "Yeah, same here, except I can't avoid the blue cannons." Suddenly I heard the evil guy giggling from my bedroom, which was his base of operations. I walked over to see what he was doing, which was typing furiously on a computer. He said to me, "You just told me your weaknesses! I'm aiming all lazers at him and all cannons at you!" I said, "Oh, shit," and ran into the living room to tell my friend to hide. The cannon/lazer beams popped out of the walls and starting hissing and steaming while glowing their respective colors as they charged up. I tried to hide by ducking down in my kitchen but the things in the walls were like locked on, and they followed me around everywhere, and I knew they could cut through walls. I ran outside (through all three doors) and just as I closed the last door the cannons fired. Luckily at the right moment I did a handstand on the doorknob and avoided it. (**I remember going lucid for a second here, thinking, "this is bullshit, this guy's cheating, screw this," etc, so I slowed down the 'blue cannon' which was like a really big blue lazer and made myself flip up and do the doorknob handstand. But then I lost it and went right back to dreaming normally.) I went back to standing and looked at the door wondering A) why the cannon didn't leave a hole and B) how the hell was I going to get inside without my keys? But I guess the cannon had 'weakened' the door, so I kicked it in, ran through the unlocked second door, and through my door which I had bolted out of without locking (cause really, who has time to lock their door when they're gonna be blasted with a giant blue lazer?) My friend was lying on my livingroom floor, dead. I could see part of the evil guy's body on my bedroom floor from where I was standing, he was dead too. As I ran over to check out my friend my phone rang and I woke up. (thanks, Laura! XP)

Despite the weird theme going on here, and the fact that I couldn't control what I was doing very well, I thought this was a pretty cool dream.

At first in my dream i was driving a car around some strange southern type town. It looked like something out of The Dukes of Hazzard (the old show, not the movie). I passed by like three cop cars that were parked on the side of the road. I thought this was weird because the cars were exactly the same, old looking and completely white. Then I noticed they were parked all over the place (the sidewalk, the middle of the street, etc.) and all the cops leaning against their cars looked exactly like Sheriff Roscoe. That was when i realized i was dreaming, and decided to see what would happen if i pissed the Roscoes off. I turned my car sharply to the left through traffic, ran over a couple of people, drove on the sidewalk, smashed into a couple of cars parked next to parking meters, and rolled my car over (I hadn't meant to do all that damage, but I couldn't control my driving too well so I just went with it).

I got out of my car and saw twenty Roscoes running at me from all sides, with police sirens sounding. I told myself I'd make all the Roscoes disappear when I snapped my fingers. I tried snapping them but I couldn't, and I realized it was because I don't know how to in real life (cuz I'm super cool like that). The Roscoes were almost on me, so I did like a weird rewind thing and made them go back to where they were when I first noticed them coming at me, then told myself to make them run in slow motion. (It's strange how I could do this, but I couldn't do what I really wanted to. I also don't understand why I didn't just try to make them disappear with something i CAN do in real life, like a clap, but whatever.) I stood there trying to snap my fingers while they slowly ran towards me. I never could snap my fingers and totally make them disappear, but I noticed with each sad attempt they faded away a little. I decided instead of trying to make them go away all at once I'd just keep half-snapping really fast so that they'd eventually fade away. This actually worked, and soon they were all gone. I stood there for a while trying to think of something fun I could do while I was lucid, until I thought to myself, 'Wait, what time is it, shouldn't my alarm be going off?" I woke up and found that my alarm had been going off for ten minutes, but I must have bumped the volume while setting it because it was all the way down.