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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. Flying from the Police with Old Cartoons

      by , 10-29-2011 at 05:05 PM (Dreams of a Hooded Figure (and his trusty sidekick 8))
      (The following includes referances to many games and shows)


      I don't remember the crime, but I was on the run, I just knew the cops were after me and they had a reason. I was running down the road, it was one of those feelings where you're trying to move, but you move like you're underwater. I had the will to do it fast enought though. The cops weren't anywhere to be seen, but I was still running. There were houses all around, I recognized most of them, but they were in the wrong places. I was on the left side of the road and cars were passing all around, some parked on the side of the street. I looked to the right, on the other side of the street two cops were exiting a house, they clearly noticed me. They pulled out their guns and I ran faster, but it took more strength to move. I ran in zigzags, hoping it would throw them off, I would occasionally jump behind a tree. We ran for a while when I came across a house I suspected to be mine, but it looked nothing like my house. It had a huge backyard and thick woods all around it. I ran to the back yard, it was still getting harder to move. I reached the edge of the woods and I pushed through the leaves and trees, but I ended up back at my house.

      Right around then I thought about it, the cops were getting closer, I was in a loop, that doesn't happen in real life. Then I realized I was dreaming. I made their guns dissappear and flew up, I was about halfway to the top of the tree line. I wasn't focused enough, I accidentally made Carl from Jimmy Neutron appear. I tried what I did in older dreams. I flapped my arms and legs as if I were making a snow angel. It worked, I rose into the air slowly, then I gained more concentration and I was able to control myself easier. I no longer had the underwater feeling. I flew higher and higher.

      I could hear Carl yelling, "Sheen! don't go!" I suspected he was talking to me, but I knew I wasn't sheen, "Cops! He's up there in the sky!"

      As I started paying attention more I realized the clouds were square and there was a lot of fog. It remined me of MineCraft, wait, this is MineCraft! The cops were flying too. I started to believe it was Minecraft subconsiouly and I started to loose control. I lost the ability to fly and fell down. Double tap space, I thought, do it, double tap. It worked for a second as I saw a flash of myself hit the spacebar twice. But it didn't last, I kept falling. A fire ball shot from above, most likely from the cops. Double tap! Do it! SPACE, SPACE! then I started flying again. I looked down, I was about ten feet from the ground, good timing.

      I looked around, the setting changed, I was in the graveyard I commonly go to IRL. I convinced my self I was dreaming again, I pinched myself, I gealt no pain, good. It wasn't MinCraft, I can do more now. The cops were gone. I hovered for a few seconds when suddenly, a mix of Kirby and King Boo appeared from a grave. I looked around and saw 8 (from the dream academy dream) sitting on a log. I moved to the crypt beside the field where she sat. It was still sunny, I decided it was time for a fight scene. King Kirby and I had a battle I did everything I wanted, I shot fire, shurakins, controlled the air, etc. King Kirby would do his thing changing form and shooting stars at me, he occasionally sucked in something I threw at him and gained that power. I summoned the Hand (the white glove from Super Smash Bros) and started beating him with it. I flew up and erased the hand, I dove down at Kirby and shot him with fire. Kirby stated summoning things himself, my memories. I had my mind stuck on cartoons and video games so he reminded me of old favorites, Foster's Home for imaginary friends, Kirby, Mario,etc. We eventually got bored and sat and talked with 8 for the rest of the dream.
    2. Apple Ogres from Space

      by , 10-29-2011 at 01:21 AM (Dreams of a Hooded Figure (and his trusty sidekick 8))
      (This is an old dream, I just thought this would be a nice start)
      (Oh, and I'm going to write these as stories rather than descriptions)



      It was just an average day in school, except, it wasn't. It was an average night, but at school. So it was just another night at school. I was hanging with my friends, talking about random stuff, then there came a noise. Outside was about a thousand aliens, like the jakals from Halo's covenant all covered in purple armor. I ran out, for no reason, I just thought it would be fun to fight som aliens, so I did. I even started flying, even though it was a normal dream. I eventually got bored and flew back inside. Everyone was cowering in the cafeteria, lying down, shaking and whispering to eachother.

      "Oh, come on!" I complained, only a few bothered to turn their heads.

      The girl I liked at the time (as in I like someone else), let's call her: "W" (her name doesn't even have a W in it), anyways, she was lying with some random guy. He gave her his hat and they started kissing. Suddenly, an ogre with an apple for a head and a cape knocked down the door and everyone went running, except W and the random guy, they were still kissing (I don't think they ever stopped) The ogre shot fire and I got up to fight him. A rather....well, large, person ran by scraming on fire, throwing paper everywhere.

      "Why?" said the ogre.

      I simply shrugged and threw paper at him, which caught on fire as it left my hands. (unfortunately paper has a lot of air resistance, so it barely made it a foot away).

      I ran out the cafeteria and into the basement, except it was the basement of my dad's house. I found Brett (my best friend) and we waited. It was only a few seconds before the ogre ran through the door. We went into the safe room, a white, finished room alone in the corner of my basement. The ogre followed. I found a container of apple juice and somehow figured it was flamable, so I threw it at the ogre and he errupted into flames.

      After that, I'm pretty sure I went back upstairs and W was still kissing the random guy....but his hat was gone.

      Updated 10-29-2011 at 04:20 PM by 50764

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