The book of mars

i am in the grocery store shopping with my mom and heather.
we need stuff for a picnic kind of thing.
beside a river, under a hill a ton of people are eating in scattered groups all down the waterside.

i'm in a room with a lot of people. on the wall, there are funny parodies of every movie you can think of.
heather and i look at a harry potter parody. the harry potter actor is really ugly.
off to the "side" of the scene, more like the "side of the dream" (unexplainable), a man beckons me.
i question my surroundings, but fight knowing the truth. this is a dream...but i like this dream.
i know this isn't real. he keeps asking me to come thru, wake up, c'mon.
i disassociate from the dream and the entire scene feels like a veil has been lifted.
a white screen remains where i thought reality was. he pushes the screen away.
now i see "real" reality. i'm in a big lab with a ton of computers.
there's a lady and her daughter (5 yrs old probably) messing around on one.
heather is on one too. i'm told to go play on one.

i have to "log in" with any name. make it up, etc. put your own in, someone elses, it doesn't matter. each name combination will be different.
i don't remember what name i put in. on the screen, a model of the entire universe appears. it's the person's universe, as each person in our "Reality" has his or her own. this is how you can view them.
using the middle scroll thing some mouses have, i zoom all the way in. it's earth, the persons perceived "home" or "center of the universe".
as i scroll out, the seemingly circular planet (rendered 2D because its just a computer) spins and twists clockwise, unraveling and becoming the periodic table of elements. this is represented by a long line of blocks that turns several times, showing thousands of elements. the line keeps going crazy in every direction, in different shapes as it makes molecules, atoms, etc.
supposedly, i am scrolling "out", aka trying to get the larger picture. confusing.

i stop playing this game and go over to the man behind it all, the man who beckoned me.
he looks friendly, just a cool dude maybe 30 or 35.
"can i talk to you about the film you made or are you sensitive about criticism?" i ask.
he laughs and says go for it.
"i hated the part where i was looking at all those movies. it made it seem so real, which sucks because it was a stupid part."
i talk like my entire life was a movie.
he laughs about it and says some movie award organization said that's why he didn't receive some award for it.
we talk about "making movies" and stuff, but all the time we know we mean making "reality".

Horrible recall + staying at other people's houses for a few days = limited dream journal entries

My friend Gabe comes over quite unannounced. He goes on my computer and we look at my computer history one page at a time together. I'm really uncomfortable. I had a false awakening that I wrote this down.


Jamie is in a very surreal version of his apartment with a fuzzy tie dye shirt and matching tie dye sweater. The sleeves are rolled up and held in place with weird little velcro tabs on each arm.


I keep having small Sims things pop up into my dreams since I re-downloaded The Sims 2 A burglar came into the area that I was having my dream. My POV shifted into the usual top-down view when playing, and I saw him creepin around the entire area stealing Sims objects. The view was pretty neat, because I could see myself and where I was dreaming, and then the whole area that I was in.


My mom bleached my hair and then started to dye parts of it bright blue