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    Dreams of a Hooded Figure (and his trusty sidekick 8)

    I tend to have very cinematic dreams, so I do my best to write them as a story...........
    I commonly have short, random dreams, and every once in a while I'll have epic stories with battles, romance, good vs evil, all the nesecities of a good fantasy. 8 is a girl who commonly appears in my dreams, first appearing in Dream Academy (which is an old dream which was recently posted) She has brown hair and is apparently really good looking, but I can never remember her face, it gets blurred a lot...

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    (Before I begin); (Notes); Story

    1. Endless Halls and a Memorable Report

      by , 11-03-2011 at 02:30 AM (Dreams of a Hooded Figure (and his trusty sidekick 8))
      (This dream was interesting...)
      (For some reason I remember there being a random sandwich on the floor somewhere in the dream, I just can't remember where)

      I don't remember how it started, but I was in an alley with my dad and my friend Brett. We were looking for a store, but we were lost. I started to run ahead and I came to an intersecting alleyway. I took a right, another intersection. This went on for a while and I gradualy got closer, I could feel it. (Also, when you turn around, the way back changes) Brett caught up, my dad didn't. I kept going with Brett behind me, I eventually found the store. I walked in with Brett. The walls went up a good twenty feet or so and everything was made of light, polished wood. We kept going around, the whole place was a giant hallway with intersections all over. (the place reminded me of Home Depot but it looked nothing like it) I went ahead of Brett, he kept behind. I took multiple turns, ending up in identical spots. I had a hunch, but I wasn't sure about it. I kept going, testing my theory, I was sure I was right when Brett walked through a wall. Everything was an illusion. I kept on, trying to find the exit, I figured that since I was on to it that I'd be able to tell which way to go. I ended up in a room where long, wooden rods were stored, verticly up to the ceiling.

      "Brett," I yelled, "Get over here!"

      He came over, walking around invisible walls (We each saw it differently). I looked over to a wall and concentrated, I had some control. I saw the exit on the wall infront of me. I grabbed Brett's arm and ran at the exit.

      "Why are we running at a wall?" he screamed as we flew at it.

      I went completely through the wall, but Brett was stuck (I figured that we felt what we saw, so he actually ran into a wall...). I was in a Wall Mart and my dad was beside me.

      "Oh, there you are!" he exclaimed, "Which socks are better?"

      He heald up two pairs of socks, blue and black. I pointed at the blue one, "Looks like it would make a good hand puppet!" I said, holding my hand up as if I had a sock on my hand. I began to mimic a sining puppet and a ginger girl looked at me from across the shelf like I was insane. I looked at my hand and saw a blue spot on it. I realized I was dreaming (I write "dream" on my hand everyday). I wasn't in the mood for an epic battle or anything so I just waved my hand and an opening appeared in mid-air, leading to the room where Brett was stuck. I let him out and closed the opening, somehow loosing lucidity (is that the right word?). We walked around and found a spot that reminded me of the spot with necklaces and stuff (a red rug and glass cases). People were sitting in rows of chairs. We walked over some chairs up to the front desk/glass case. There was a fat man in a brown suit sitting at the chair. He handed me a paper and told me to sit. The three of us sat in the fifth row (I was suddenly reminded of some honor ceremony for the SATs I went to. I looked at the paper and there was a large chunk cut out of it at the top:

      "A planet of [.....] Really.....(more words)"

      "Oh my god, Brett, look at this!" I said.

      He looked over, "Is that?"

      "Yeah, my extra-credit report for science in severnth grade!" I exclaimed, "Why'd they cut out part?"

      I looked at it again, the hole was smaller and lower on the paper, The missing chunk appeared reading "YouTube," then dissapeared.

      "Why'd they take out where it said youtube?" I said aloud, "Wait, it never said 'youtube'!"

      I immediately became lucid again, then was woken up to: "WAKE UP! You've got school!" (not a false awakening...)

      Updated 11-03-2011 at 02:53 AM by 50764

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