Dream Trek

The dream begins at a CEFCO Gas Station. It's the one I used to work at. I haven't been to the gas station in months, and I'm surprised to see that there are tons of coke machines... So many coke machines that they are overflowing into the parking lot. The inside of the store is loaded with so much merchandise that you can barely see through it to the clerks.

I go to the back of the store and strike up conversation with the employees, expecially the new manager, who appeared to be Jonathan Frakes, or Commander Will Riker from Star Trek: The Next Generation. I was trying to get my job back, but Riker didn't think that was such a good idea... But he told me about a different job that I might be interested in -- Playing a crewman on the new Star Trek series.

A crewman on the new Star Trek series???!
Actor... New... Star Trek... Series?!??!?!
You should have seen the look on my face.


All the potential! I could have a few lines they think are cool, and I might get brought on as a regular, like Chief O'Brien! Hell, even if I don't I can show my trekkie friends my ass when I'm working in engineering in the background. "Check it out! Ensign ME!"... I could say that I was an actor on Star Trek!

So there I was, getting dressed into my uniform. I was in a Yellow shirt and black pants... an original series style uniform... I was greeted by Geordi LaForge and talked for a few minutes, before it was time to move on to the sets...

I noticed other actors were wearing the new style uniforms -- Holy shit, I'm wearing the wrong uniform!!! SHIIIII--- And then I noticed that my uniform had a stain on it.... DOUBLE SHIIIIIIIII

Then I woke up.

I was an undercover cop, a female undercover cop at that. I lived in a house on the side of the highway with some other folks, and my job was to follow people who I was told were trafficking drugs down that strip of highway. I rode a light blue streetbike for speed and maneuverability.

I got a notification that some bikers were taking contraband though, and I sent off on my way... I hauled ass down the highway, but saw them going down the other side of the highway. I tried to turn around but there was a median in the highway, so I attempted to pick up my motorcycle and put it on the other side, when another motorcyclist slowed down and pulled over where I was.

He was riding a motorcycle that was long, with two different seats. I know you can fit two people on most motorcycles, but this one had a full seat, IN FRONT of the original rider. He told me to "Hop On!"
With superhuman strength, I lifted my motorcycle and put it on top of his motorcycle. He was like "Whoah, put it down what are you doin?!"

So I put the bike back on the ground, and hopped on his bike. He took me back to a place a few doors down and introduced me to some female friends he had, saying that I was a "Girl he met"... We began walking to my house, when out of nowhere my mother and one of her friends is in front of us. My new friends began to talk about how good looking she was, and I was like "STFU THATS MY MOM"... And we got back to the house.

I showed them my bicycle, and told them about it, and chatted with my mom and them about how I'm actually a cop... And that's basically the dream.

I was on a website called Tumblr...

But it wasn't Tumblr.

It was a twitter with more advanced photo uploads, in a web 1.0 format..

Some dude needed a cigarette, so I suggested he come to Texas and I'll give him one.
Some chick posted a picture.

The details are lame

Dream #1: Lucid
The first dream I had for the night was my very first true lucid... I was in some strange place that I don't remember very well. I remember that it was a sort of mansion, and I was under the control of some sort of evil mastermind. The situation was very much like that of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Somehow I found out that the situation at hand was impossible to occur, so I determined that it was a dream. I abandoned the entire plot of the original dream and decided to fly away. For fear of falling, I flew over a large pond instead of more dangerous landing sites. I remember, at one point of my lucidity, I walked into a room full of people, and punched one of my dream characters in the nuts.

Dream #2: Party + Nightmare
The lucidity had ended by this point. I remember I was in a large, dimly lit room, with tables all around, including one pool table. I had found a friend who wished to play pool with me, so I made myself a drink and brought my pool cue and some balls. People were already sitting around our pool table like it was a regular table. We kicked them out and made them go to a regular table. After a while of playing pool, some older gentleman came in and proceeded to bitch at me for doing something, which I cannot remember. As soon as he left the building, I shouted "My father, and my friend's father... TWO different things, asshole".

Surely enough, he heard me, came barging into the room and pinned me against my chair. I told him "Look bud, if you want to talk about it this bad, I'll talk... But you'll have to get off me and take a seat."
He told me to begin talking, but didn't move. I told him that he had five seconds to comply, or I would leave without saying a god damned thing. He did not comply, so I broke out of his grip and shoved him to the ground, and then began walking around the house gathering things.

The scene suddenly changes a little - but the story remains similar. The house is mine, the party is at my house... But it's not technically my house. It's my parents house, and I have long since moved out. And I'm not me, but rather, a female figure, for a few minutes in the dream. I remember that I may have been slightly lucid because I said "He tends to forget things all the time", and I was excited to talk about myself from the third person, as a different person, and I'm pretty sure I knew I was dreaming at that point.

I continued to my truck to load my possessions into it, and then walked upstairs to make the final sweep of the area. I looked on the ground to see an old stuffed animal of mine... And walked off to the next room. After a few minutes of searching through my room, The stuffed animal walks into the room, and at his side is a small skeleton figure. I begin to scream, and it runs at me, so I jump onto the bed to evade it. They both become inanimate again, and then awaken again, and send me to screaming...


Dream #3: The Airplane Massacre
The scene changes.. I'm with my family at an airport landing strip. Except it's not MY family. I'm the oldest son in some random family We're directly in front of a wing, inspecting something. I notice a truck driving from my left, slowly. The truck turned its headlights off and began to move slow. For some reason, I got the impression that it was going to try to run us over. But I also noticed that the wing was too low for him to drive through, so it could work as a good obstacle for us. I said "Quick, get on the other side of the wing!" I did, but nobody else complied with my demands. The truck comes flying into my family, a few survive, including my father and my younger sister. We begin to run, and somehow I become separated from them... But I notice the truck behind me, quickly closing on me, and I see a mobile staircase ahead of me, which I can use to get to the plane's deck... I climb the ladder, and the truck misses me. I drive the ladder to the flight deck and hop on right as the truck rams the ladder out from underneath me. This plane is no usual plane... It's got a deck surrounding it, where people can go DURING flight and sit around outside, given they wear the appropriate gear. Anywho, I see my father tending to my injured sister.

I run off and try to put in cheats, but find out that there's no R2 on a N64 controller, and that I couldn't cheat in this version of grand theft auto (Idk where that came from)

Dream #1: Lucid
The first dream I had for the night was my very first true lucid... I was in some strange place that I don't remember very well. I remember that it was a sort of mansion, and I was under the control of some sort of evil mastermind. The situation was very much like that of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Somehow I found out that the situation at hand was impossible to occur, so I determined that it was a dream. I abandoned the entire plot of the original dream and decided to fly away. For fear of falling, I flew over a large pond instead of more dangerous landing sites. I remember, at one point of my lucidity, I walked into a room full of people, and punched one of my dream characters in the nuts.

Dream #2: Party + Nightmare
The lucidity had ended by this point. I remember I was in a large, dimly lit room, with tables all around, including one pool table. I had found a friend who wished to play pool with me, so I made myself a drink and brought my pool cue and some balls. People were already sitting around our pool table like it was a regular table. We kicked them out and made them go to a regular table. After a while of playing pool, some older gentleman came in and proceeded to bitch at me for doing something, which I cannot remember. As soon as he left the building, I shouted "My father, and my friend's father... TWO different things, asshole".

Surely enough, he heard me, came barging into the room and pinned me against my chair. I told him "Look bud, if you want to talk about it this bad, I'll talk... But you'll have to get off me and take a seat."
He told me to begin talking, but didn't move. I told him that he had five seconds to comply, or I would leave without saying a god damned thing. He did not comply, so I broke out of his grip and shoved him to the ground, and then began walking around the house gathering things.

The scene suddenly changes a little - but the story remains similar. The house is mine, the party is at my house... But it's not technically my house. It's my parents house, and I have long since moved out. And I'm not me, but rather, a female figure, for a few minutes in the dream. I remember that I may have been slightly lucid because I said "He tends to forget things all the time", and I was excited to talk about myself from the third person, as a different person, and I'm pretty sure I knew I was dreaming at that point.

I continued to my truck to load my possessions into it, and then walked upstairs to make the final sweep of the area. I looked on the ground to see an old stuffed animal of mine... And walked off to the next room. After a few minutes of searching through my room, The stuffed animal walks into the room, and at his side is a small skeleton figure. I begin to scream, and it runs at me, so I jump onto the bed to evade it. They both become inanimate again, and then awaken again, and send me to screaming...


Dream #3: The Airplane Massacre
The scene changes.. I'm with my family at an airport landing strip. Except it's not MY family. I'm the oldest son in some random family We're directly in front of a wing, inspecting something. I notice a truck driving from my left, slowly. The truck turned its headlights off and began to move slow. For some reason, I got the impression that it was going to try to run us over. But I also noticed that the wing was too low for him to drive through, so it could work as a good obstacle for us. I said "Quick, get on the other side of the wing!" I did, but nobody else complied with my demands. The truck comes flying into my family, a few survive, including my father and my younger sister. We begin to run, and somehow I become separated from them... But I notice the truck behind me, quickly closing on me, and I see a mobile staircase ahead of me, which I can use to get to the plane's deck... I climb the ladder, and the truck misses me. I drive the ladder to the flight deck and hop on right as the truck rams the ladder out from underneath me. This plane is no usual plane... It's got a deck surrounding it, where people can go DURING flight and sit around outside, given they wear the appropriate gear. Anywho, I see my father tending to my injured sister.

I run off and try to put in cheats, but find out that there's no R2 on a N64 controller, and that I couldn't cheat in this version of grand theft auto (Idk where that came from)

Dream #1: Lucid
The first dream I had for the night was my very first true lucid... I was in some strange place that I don't remember very well. I remember that it was a sort of mansion, and I was under the control of some sort of evil mastermind. The situation was very much like that of the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Somehow I found out that the situation at hand was impossible to occur, so I determined that it was a dream. I abandoned the entire plot of the original dream and decided to fly away. For fear of falling, I flew over a large pond instead of more dangerous landing sites. I remember, at one point of my lucidity, I walked into a room full of people, and punched one of my dream characters in the nuts.

Dream #2: Party + Nightmare
The lucidity had ended by this point. I remember I was in a large, dimly lit room, with tables all around, including one pool table. I had found a friend who wished to play pool with me, so I made myself a drink and brought my pool cue and some balls. People were already sitting around our pool table like it was a regular table. We kicked them out and made them go to a regular table. After a while of playing pool, some older gentleman came in and proceeded to bitch at me for doing something, which I cannot remember. As soon as he left the building, I shouted "My father, and my friend's father... TWO different things, asshole".

Surely enough, he heard me, came barging into the room and pinned me against my chair. I told him "Look bud, if you want to talk about it this bad, I'll talk... But you'll have to get off me and take a seat."
He told me to begin talking, but didn't move. I told him that he had five seconds to comply, or I would leave without saying a god damned thing. He did not comply, so I broke out of his grip and shoved him to the ground, and then began walking around the house gathering things.

The scene suddenly changes a little - but the story remains similar. The house is mine, the party is at my house... But it's not technically my house. It's my parents house, and I have long since moved out. And I'm not me, but rather, a female figure, for a few minutes in the dream. I remember that I may have been slightly lucid because I said "He tends to forget things all the time", and I was excited to talk about myself from the third person, as a different person, and I'm pretty sure I knew I was dreaming at that point.

I continued to my truck to load my possessions into it, and then walked upstairs to make the final sweep of the area. I looked on the ground to see an old stuffed animal of mine... And walked off to the next room. After a few minutes of searching through my room, The stuffed animal walks into the room, and at his side is a small skeleton figure. I begin to scream, and it runs at me, so I jump onto the bed to evade it. They both become inanimate again, and then awaken again, and send me to screaming...


Dream #3: The Airplane Massacre
The scene changes.. I'm with my family at an airport landing strip. Except it's not MY family. I'm the oldest son in some random family We're directly in front of a wing, inspecting something. I notice a truck driving from my left, slowly. The truck turned its headlights off and began to move slow. For some reason, I got the impression that it was going to try to run us over. But I also noticed that the wing was too low for him to drive through, so it could work as a good obstacle for us. I said "Quick, get on the other side of the wing!" I did, but nobody else complied with my demands. The truck comes flying into my family, a few survive, including my father and my younger sister. We begin to run, and somehow I become separated from them... But I notice the truck behind me, quickly closing on me, and I see a mobile staircase ahead of me, which I can use to get to the plane's deck... I climb the ladder, and the truck misses me. I drive the ladder to the flight deck and hop on right as the truck rams the ladder out from underneath me. This plane is no usual plane... It's got a deck surrounding it, where people can go DURING flight and sit around outside, given they wear the appropriate gear. Anywho, I see my father tending to my injured sister.

I run off and try to put in cheats, but find out that there's no R2 on a N64 controller, and that I couldn't cheat in this version of grand theft auto (Idk where that came from)