Cynical

October 26, 2011

No idea what I dreamed about.*

October 27, 2011

I almost remember what I dreamed.*

I had a short dry spell with remembering my dreams.

October 28, 2011

I think I'm slowly regaining the*
ability to remember my dreams.*

Some random fragments:

I was playing Assassin's Creed, and something crazy happened.*

I was playing Call of Duty Zombies, and there was this hidden room in the map Ascension that led to a giant underground casino, but I was alone in it, and it was creepy.*

I was in a car in my family, just sitting in the back with my mom and sister. We might have been in an RV. I was telling them about a dream my dream self had (I actually saw the dream, but I can't remember what it was. Thinking about it makes me shiver uncontrollably. It was probably the scariest dream I ever had, and I can't remember the goddamn thing.) They said it was like some movie I never hears of, and I countered it with saying it was more like Poltergeist. I don't think the dream was anything like Poltergeist. They called me an idiot, as if they saw my dream, and then I woke up. *

My sister and mother weren't in the house.*


October 29, 2011

My favorite dream keeps changing. This truly feels like the best dream I ever had.*

I was going to my sister's house in Virginia, normally a trip I hate with every fiber in my being. But this time I was going with TK, Brianna and Kait. I forget the car ride there, but a lot of time was spent at the house itself, and I actually think we were there for a month or two.*

We did a bunch of cool things. There was a basement which isn't there in real life, and we played some kind of awesome game down there, either pool or poker. Brianna never really hung out with us because she was grounded while she was there.*

Eventually, we went to an amusement park, the four of us. The first thing I approached was a type of ferris wheel. I jumped on one of the carts, and kind of sat on it for about 20 minutes. Then the cart fell apart.*

As we were walking back, we saw people from youth group on the bench (absolutely no sense at all.). I just kept walking.*

Me and TK ended up getting seperated, and it was 5 PM but it was extremely dark for no reason. We ran back to MY house, because my sister's house had turned into the hotel i staued at on my summer vacation, and once we reached my house, Brianna, Kait and Kevin were playing Bioshock 2 on my new tv. It was in the Rec room for some reason, and I was pissed because I thought Bri was using my old tv as a chair. I yelled at her to get up, but apparently, we got new chairs that say "Insignia" on them.*

Crystal, Taylor and Barry knocked for us. We went outside, to Crystal's house, and sat on her porch. She then told me I owe her $14 for the slice of pizza I ate at her sister's birthday party (which I never went to.). I reached into my pocket, and there was a $14 bill. I needed this for Skyrim. Suddenly, my mother and father came around in the RV from yesterday's dream, and told me to come with them.*

I can't remember where we were going, but they wouldn't answer. They just gave me a box covered with tin foil, and a recipe I couldn't understand for the life of me. I think it was some kind of lasagna. I took off the foil, and there was a giant yellow square. I just pulled out a knife and cut it into pieces.*

My mother looked back and shrieked, telling me not to cut it up, because it was already made. I never understood why she gave me the fucking recipe, but I had to remake the lasagna. I looked back down at the box, and suddenly it was five times bigger, and full of noodles. She told me I had to line them all up starting by putting them against the wall of the box standing up, and that I had to make them all stand up.*

This task proved impossible, because no matter what I did, they wouldn't stand up. I started to cry.*

While all of this was going on, my dad kept talking about the old days, and he was either talking about how he was a Nazi, or how my brother and I fought over Nazi toys. While he was talking about Nazi things, I kept pulling these weird toys. Instead of those green plastic army soldier toys, there was a green plastic surgeon with two little twins next to him. I think this car ride was fucking hilarious because it made no sense.*

The last thing I want to mention: somewhere in this dream, I was at my school doing more work regarding the book "Finding Fish". I was answering the questions about the book, when I came across a question: "Aunt Cassy knitted a new ____ for Tim". My dreamself had received a knitted hat after his old one broke. After reading this question, I looked at the cover of my book, entitled "Finding Shit: The Life Story of Timothy R B Clark." I opened it and there it was, my entire dream life story, chronicling every single dream I ever had. I screamed pretty damn loudly, and ran away from the school.*