non-lucid

December 1, 2011

A dream influenced by god knows what.*

It starts with me getting out of a white car with four other people. They were a family. Mom, dad, son and daughter. We were in the middle of a forest. There was a giant lake nearby, and there was a cabin right next to us.*

The dad spent most of his time locked in a room. There was a funny smell coming from outside. *The next thing I remember is that there was a giant white truck outside. The father gave the driver (my brother in law) a giant box, and the driver gave him a few DVDs of Breaking Bad. There were a lot of games in the truck, and when the driver was preoccupied with the dad, I stole them all. As we walked away, the father patted my head, saying "Just like I raised you."

It turned out I wasn't human, but an alien child he found on his door step. Him and I were a duo of thieves, but he didn't say what his goal was. I asked him what was in the box. "All in good time, son."*

I'm missing some pretty awesome details from my dream, but I know this part very well. The five of us started to go into a restaurant near the cabin, but we saw a bear. We went back to our car, which was now a golf cart. The dad told the son to get in the back of the cart, and the mother to drive as fast as she could. The son pulled out a Tommy Gun, and the cart sped off. The bear was keeping pace pretty well.*

The dad and I walked into the restaurant. The host looked at the father, and they both high-fived and laughed. Then a police officer walks up, and hands the dad a napkin. The napkin says:

You are under arrest for*
Murder
Drug Dealing
Drug Possession
Petty theft
Grand theft*
Kidnapping
Loitering

*I look around at everyone. The father has his hands in his pockets, the host is reaching under his podium and the officer is picking his nose. The dad yells at me to run. He pulls out two assault rifles, and then he rips his shirt, roaring. He runs around on a shooting rampage. One minute later, we're the only two left in the restaurant. "Check please," he says to no one in particular.*

We walk out, and the bear appears to be dead. The family hugged each other in a happy moment. Then the bear got up, walked over to the family and blew itself up. The forest became a giant wasteland, and only the father and I remained. He told me to continue the mission, and then he died.*

I just shrugged and walked away.*

The second dream I had wasn't as fun. I went to my first school, *and decided to say hi to all my old teachers. They told me to fuck off.

October 14, 2011

I'm forgetting some pretty important pieces from the dream I had last night. I'll start from what I believe is the beginning.*

I'm on the school bus, but there's a different bus driver. He looks to be in his twenties. Everyone is talking to him and laughing, while I sit in the back of the bus. He drives us to a Wawa-like store. My dad is there.*

He gives me a $50 bill ( would've been a great reality check) and I end up spending all of it, save for $10. I see a $50 gamestop gift card, and almost cry. Then I notice it's ten dollars. I buy it immediately, and tell the bus driver to hold on to it.*

Eventually I'm the last drop-off, but I ask the driver to take me to the mall.*

"Hey, Mr. Jean, where's my gift card?" I ask.*

He replies, "I threw it out."

"What?! Why?! What the hell is your problem?"

He then assaulted me with a barrage of words that weren't in the English dictionary, all big words that began with "in".*

That's all I remember from that dream. I think there was a zombie apocalypse one, but it escapes me.*

I figure I might recall old dreams I had as a side thing.*

I was shopping at Giant with Brianna and her dad. Somehow, I got lost in the store, and could not find them anywhere. I came across this door, pitch black darkness behind it. I opened it, and wandered down the long hallway. Eventually, I reached a giant room. It was black, but there were glowing patterns everywhere. There were kids all over the place, playing video games on giant tvs, and watching movies on other tvs. There was a collection of DVDs and video games next to each TV.*

This was a hideout or something, and there were bouncers looking at me. There was a giant square made of sofas for people who wanted to talk, and I found Brianna watching some dumb movie with other people.*

Then it burned up.*

October 13, 2011

Some of my friends and I were watching movies on my basement tv. These weren't movies I could make out.

Eventually, we decided to order out for two pizzas. But everyone had to eat dinner. So, they all gave me money, totaling $20, and told me to order two large pizzas. I dial up Pizza Hut, and call them, ordering three larges because there's a special.

Once the pizza gets here, a kid from my Boy Scout troop is knocking on my door with them. Apparently they're using child labor now. (Should've realized this was a damn dream!) He opens my door without my permission, but he has pizza so it's all good.

He starts wandering around asking stupid questions and breaking everything. I take the pizza upstairs and wait for everyone to come back.

I hear chewing upstairs, and have this sinking feeling. I run upstairs, and see my father and brother finishing up the last box of Pizza Hut Pizza. We have a civil discussion.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I ask politely.

"Eating the pizza you bought for us," my father replies.

"Why on earth would I buy you pizza?!"

"It's Father's Day or my birthday or something."

"No, it's not. Even if it was, I'd just buy you a damn special occasion card from the dollar store."

"Hah! You can't even afford a dollar. I ate 17 pizza slices to show you how it feels."

"How what feels? And who ate the other 7 slices? There were 7 people! ..I think."

My brother pipes in, "I ate them."

"Ok, look. My friends gave me $20 to buy these damn pizzas. Once they find out what's happened, I'm toast, you jackass."

My father snickers, "Oh well. I think I hear knocking downstairs. You better go check!"

Indeed, there was loud knocking, a telltale sign of when Jane is knocking for you.

"Have fun," my dad says in a fatherly way.

"You too, guys."

I run to the basement, and open the door. The gang is there, waiting to come in.

"Hey, I'm hungry!"

Everyone says this simultaneously. I look at each of them, with their endearing expressions. I take a deep breath, but almost choke.

"Guys. My dad ate them all."

These words hung in the air, literally. Everyone looks at them in dead silence. I fear for my life. Then, they line up side to side. They each say a number at a time. I realize they are counting down. I start laughing, thinking that they can't hurt me because I'm dreaming. As they close in, my mother skips down the steps somehow, telling me my brother and father had heart attacks.