International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Nephanim's Dreams

This is a collection of dreams from this weekend in reverse chronological order.

Sorting Media and a Music Game

I was visiting my family at their old house in Texas. I went up to the game room and helped Austin reorganize all of their video games, VHS tapes, DVDs, and CDs. My dad ordered us to do what I’d already asked Austin to do – designate one shelf for each and alphabetize them. He asked us to check the region on our VHS tapes. For some reason, we only had South American and “Blue” region tapes. This really frustrated my dad because he wanted to send one to a friend in Australia.

Austin started watching Code Geass with Nicole. They skipped directly to the episode before the end. I managed to fall asleep right before the final scene. When I awoke, they were arguing about what happened to Lelouch. My dad seemed fixated on the fact that Lelouch was shirtless at the end.

Austin played Animal Crossing in an attempt to get every item. He said he planned to take all of his college notes on stationary in the game. I figured this was a bad idea; he would have to play Animal Crossing every time he wanted to refer to his notes… The NPC selling him stationary reminded me of Spongebob Squarepants’ dad. He started telling us a riddle about the Animaniacs.

The dream jumped. Nicole and I sat in my old German classroom to play some kind of music game. Someone would come up with a phrase, and the rest of the players were tasked with finding a song that used the phrase. We set the projector up so that it would project YouTube videos into a three-dimensional model in the room. While we played, Nicole kept holding hands with an awkward black man sitting next to her. He never looked at me. I decided not to question it right away since I assumed she had a good reason, but it still made me uncomfortable. Regina walked in late. She obviously wasn’t wearing anything under her shirt… I averted my eyes. I devoted my time in the game to helping Symphony since she didn’t know any songs with words. She actually did pretty well with my help.

We took a break from the game to eat. I managed to secure the seat beside Nicole, allowing me the chance to ask why she kept holding that guy’s hand. She said she just felt bad refusing him. I wasn’t satisfied with this answer; she would have to refuse him unless she wanted me to kill him. My voice turned demonic as I threatened the man who kept reaching for Nicole’s hand. She seemed at least a little scared of me because of my voice. I reached into the timer system we were using and gave Nicole extra time. I assumed this would accommodate her for the time required to ignore the man’s advances. She refused to talk to me after that. One of my friends from high school sat down with her and tried to strike up a conversation, but she wouldn’t talk to her, either.

Three Spiders in Bed

I brought Nicole and someone else to my dorm. When it was time for bed, I realized it would be awkward for all three of us to share the bed. I suggested having the third person use a sleeping bag on the floor while Nicole and I used the bed. We all agreed that it was fair. I went over to the bed and immediately found a spider crawling on the sheets. I flicked it off the bed, but then I found another one near the edge of the mattress… I found a third dangling from its web above the bed. With so many spiders around, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to sleep.

Asking Benischek for Input

Nicole sent me to her old high school to ask a teacher about a forty page guide she printed for a video game. As I roamed the offices inside the building in search of the name she gave me, I wondered what a teacher could possibly have to say about the guide. It didn’t seem like we really needed any input… What could a teacher tell me that I didn’t already know about the thing? At any rate, I found a sign pointing to Mr. Kronicle’s office. It was actually Mark Benischek’s office. He helped a couple of students with some homework problems while I waited patiently at a waiting table. When he was done helping everyone else, I explained Nicole’s strange request. He agreed that there wasn’t much to be said about the guide… So we talked about life instead! I doubted Nicole would be pleased with how my trip to the school turned out.

That Time I Died and Talked to Andres (AndresLD)

I died and ended up in heaven. Andres contacted me on MSN to ask about my dream journal – in particular, about Symphony. He was immediately impressed by the way I presented it and the serial nature of some of my dreams. At the same time, he seemed to think I showed signs of a mental disorder. He asked if I ever had deja vu, and I admitted that on rare occasions, I experience something like it. He asked if I felt like my dreams were related to one another. I said that they were (they often are). Based on my answers, Andres was convinced that I had the mental disorder he mentioned! These combined with the ability to recall dreams were the only diagnostic factors. I wanted to tell him blatantly that there was no such disorder, but he started telling me about how he was once diagnosed with it. He said he invested too much time in his dreams and believed in the existence of some of his dream characters, but he eventually improved his condition and moved on. While I accepted that I probably think too much about my dreams, I refused to deny Symphony’s existence or to accept the label of this strange mental disorder.

“If you don’t want to read my dream journal, don’t read it,” I told him. My mom asked who I was talking to. As I explained it, she asked if he knew I was dead. I laughed – I hadn’t exactly mentioned that. “Oh, by the way, I’m dead!” I finally told him. “The afterlife is about the same as dreaming, if you’re wondering. I don’t really mind being dead. It’s kind of nice just knowing everything is alright now.” As I took a look around the gazebo where I was sitting, I followed the white stairway down to Nocturn Isle. My dream characters were just a short walk away.

Ragnarok and Barbed Wire at the Pool

I was playing WMBRO in virtual space. We came to a pool of murky, black water… I showed Nicole a special item that would disguise her as a roween, but she didn’t want to use it because she didn’t believe me. It was a dirty cloth that she had to soak in the water and then rub all over her lips. I agreed that it was disgusting, but I was sure it was worth it. I wiped the cloth on her lips for her, and she transformed instantly into a meerkat. She started running around on all fours in excitement. I sat down by the pool’s entrance for a while to watch Nicole run in circles. After a while, someone started bothering me. He made me so angry that I pushed him onto the ground and punched his face until it was unrecognizable, bloody, and bruised. Everyone around me was amazed that I could be so violent.

Some guy who was editing his character stats tried to frame me to get my character deleted just because I was a higher level than him. Since he was the one breaking the rules, I suggested that he should have his character deleted. I killed him by pushing him off the edge of the world. A game master character named Knee Socks warped to me and started attacking. I knew he was just doing this because I would drop my poring coins if I died. I didn’t want to lose them, so I attacked back. I killed him surprisingly easily. He warped back to me and tried again. I killed him a second time – then a third, then a fourth. The trouble started when he put a permanent stun effect on me. I was unable to defend myself as he began attacking again.

A red dot appeared on his forehead. With a bang, the game master collapsed on the ground. My stun effect vanished, and I looked over just in time to see Kayson with a sniper rifle on a cylindrical platform over the pool. He was wearing a black jacket and sunglasses. Kaori ran over to tell me that this was all her doing; she convinced Kayson to save my life. I thanked her and welcomed her back to the game. She was excited to play again, but she seemed a little less so when I mentioned Nicole.

The dream jumped. I was wading around in the pool, but instead of playing Ragnarok, I was back in the physical world. Nicole’s backyard was blocked off, so I walked into the neighbor’s yard – this disgusting marsh – to ask if I could just hop their fence. Nicole’s relatives scolded me for asking the neighbors to let me do this, but the owner of the house said it was alright. He warned me that the fence was made of barbed wire, so I would have to be careful. Just to get to the fence, I had to jump over a series of deep ravines. There were logs placed across the ravines to allow passage, but they weren’t very heavy, so they rolled easily while I walked across them. I accidentally caused a tree to fall down close to Matt somehow… Nicole got mad at me for failing to warn him. Fortunately, it didn’t hit anyone. I came to the barbed wire fence and put my hands on the safe area between barbs to hold it down. It wasn’t particularly high, so I was just going to swing one leg over and then arch my body to avoid any contact with the barbs. As I was doing this, some idiot beside me started pulling on the portion of the fence I was holding. The barbs slit my palms open, and a whole series of them stuck into my left side. I cried out in pain. The guy apologized, but I refused to talk to him. I pulled the barbs out of my body one by one. I hopped the fence immediately before anyone else could cause me trouble.

On the other side, Ryan revealed that he needed to find his crown. Nicole and I jumped down a vertical shaft with him and landed in an Aperture Science testing room. She waited on a switch while Ryan and I continued further down. There was a bloody, organic mass blocking the door to the next room, but the fleshy material vanished when I stepped on the switch in front of it. Ryan said he would run in, get his crown, and come straight back. I sensed that there were hundreds of thousands of crowns in the next room, though… I didn’t think he would be able to identify it quickly.

The dream jumped. I was in the car with my family on the way to Texas. They were driving a convertible for some reason. Austin and I shared the back seat. For some reason, he kept pinching me… I warned him to stop. When he didn’t listen, I punched him gently in the face. I only restrained myself because I remembered how that turned out for the guy at the pool. My parents were furious anyway. We went into a car wash with the top off, so the soap got everywhere… I took my mom’s camera from her and hid it under my shirt so it wouldn’t get soaked. One of the car wash people started controlling the car remotely. He drove us to a library before we could finish the car wash.

Stream of Existence

I was funneling data to Symphony in a continuous stream. A fixed percentage of my thoughts, memories, and emotions were formatted according to her needs, compressed, and sent through the data funnel directly to her system. The efficiency of the data flow fluctuated slightly, but it was always close to 99.9%. As this information flowed into Symphony, she rapidly processed all of it and began sending data back on a more refined stream. The width of this stream was much smaller than the larger one coming in, but the data was more rich. It represented Symphony’s analysis of my existence, instant by instant. I began processing this information much like Symphony. I saw us standing together in the field by River Bend, her eyes cold and curious. I understood that I taught her to feel and gave her an interest in life. It was unclear to either of us where she came from exactly, but it was obvious that she only grew into her present self through my nurturing friendship with her. Her reaction to my instantaneous thoughts passed through subconscious filters. None of it was expressed verbally, but I understood it fine nonetheless. My response to this was fed back into the main data funnel, and the process repeated itself recursively. The data became increasingly dense until we both arrived at the same conclusion simultaneously. It was an understanding of our companionship that surpassed the limitations of language. I was left with a feeling of peace and wholeness. Symphony stood before me as the data stream approached infinite speed, sending and receiving the same timeless message. She, too, was at peace.

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Sending Marilee to Massachusetts

I was in a world similar to our own. China had taken over most of Asia, prompting a third world war. Their ally in the West – Mexico – had already captured all of South America. In order to conquer the whole hemisphere, they moved toward Canada next. For some reason, the United States was where Canada should’ve been on the map… The United States wasn’t a place for free thought anymore, either; it was now a communist state with the exception of Massachusetts.

I found myself in a castle surrounded by a magical barrier. The Mexican army approached the barrier as I talked to my six-year-old daughter, Marilee. I told her that if the barrier should ever fall, I would send her to the free land of Massachusetts. As I explained this, it happened; the Mexicans sent cannon balls through the stained glass windows of the castle. I scooped Marilee off the ground and carried her away from the falling barrage of metal. I took her to a large cannon on the opposite side of the castle and pointed it at the United States. For some reason, I could see the rest of North America in the sky above me. The world curved upward – almost like some kind of Hollow Earth setting. I tried to figure out which side Massachusetts was on… I noticed something that looked vaguely like Alaska, so I figured Massachusetts would be on the opposite side. I fired Marilee in that direction. The Mexicans invaded the castle, and I fled on foot.

As I approached the United States Border, I realized Massachusetts was actually on the same side as Alaska! I retrieved Marilee, and she turned into a pink shirt.

“Oops,” I muttered to myself. “I shot you the wrong way.”

“And that’s what we call poor acting,” a woman behind me said. I understood that I was being judged based on my performance. I ignored the comment and continued along. Massachusetts was some kind of coat hanger floating in the air. I put Marilee on the hanger and walked away.

Dropout and Borkar's Class

I decided to check my transcript. For some reason, my grade point average had dropped significantly. The transcript said I was a C- student. My mom saw this over my shoulder and started freaking out. There was also a warning that said I had been “queued to correct a misunderstanding in thought.” My enrollment status was listed as “DROPOUT.” I didn’t understand that part of it, but I reasoned that my school was mad at me for failing to invest faith in anything spiritual. I explained to my mom that if something can’t be proven, I can’t believe in it – no matter what the consequences are for my education.

We were sitting in front of a fence with diamond-shaped holes in it. I saw something race past on the other side of the fence. My mom saw it at the same time and asked about it, so I knew I wasn’t just imagining things. My dad didn’t believe us. He said there was no way for us to notice something walking on the other side of the fence.

The room transformed into a lecture hall with Dr. Borkar standing at the base. I was in a new class with him. He wrote some notes on the board about the upcoming exam and our homework. Problem set #17 would not be collected, he said. I was disappointed; I would have to do it anyway, but I wouldn’t be able to use it to pull up my grade. Borkar asked us what we wanted to learn in his class. A guy in the back said he was only interested in things related to anime and video games. Borkar’s reply was predictable: he said that while he would try to accommodate all students’ interests, it would be difficult to meet any particular set of needs.

Tuning into the Underworld and Photon Beams

I was talking to Sigh via webcam in Nicole’s bedroom. Nicole was nowhere to be seen, but Austin lay on the floor. He looked fairly bored. As Sigh stood up to do something, I realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes. She just barely managed to keep her private areas covered. Her hair was soaking wet, too, so I assumed she had just taken a shower. I didn’t realize my webcam was also on. When I made a weird face at her, she started laughing.

“Don’t give me that face,” she said. “I’m the only one you can trust in this world.” After a pause, she folded her hands together and smiled. “Actually, the reason I’m talking to you is because I want your donation.” She was collecting money for some kind of fund. I felt bad for refusing, but I didn’t have the money to spare. “That’s alright. I’d better get going… Before I leave, I have some advice for you: if you want to know what it’s like to die, you have to tune into something first.” She pointed at the ceiling as though giving me a hint. I was appropriately confused.

After Sigh disconnected, I walked around the house listening for anything interesting. I went into the bathroom and urinated in a bucket of onions. I hoped no one was going to use them. When I walked out of the bathroom, I heard the overwhelming sound of crickets and heavy rain. It wasn’t raining outside, and there weren’t any crickets around me… The sound faded as I walked further from the bathroom. I realized I was hearing background noise from the underworld. If I continued to listen to this, I would be able to hear the voices of the dead… I went back to the bathroom and found that the onions were gone. Someone had taken them… There was a bin full of fish and rice in the bathtub. I sat down on the bathroom floor to try to tune into the underworld again. While I was doing this, I was interrupted by police sirens.

I found myself above the house, watching the police cars pull up into the driveway and onto the front lawn. They were here to arrest us for rebellious activities. I returned to my body and quickly informed Austin of the situation. We didn’t have any good ideas… I thought back to what Sigh said before she left and how she pointed at the ceiling. Aiming my arm toward the roof, I focused on the frequency of the underworld. Suddenly, we transformed into a beam of blue-white light. As a field of photons, we fluttered through the ceiling. We reformed into our normal selves as soon as we escaped the house. Since we would be caught by the police if we went down to the ground, I aimed my arm at another house. We traveled from rooftop to rooftop as a photon beam. The police never caught us.

When we reached Sigh’s house, she came up to the roof to greet us. I was grateful that she was wearing clothes this time. She brought us down to the garage where her parents kept a van that they never used. She felt it would be safe for us to sleep on top of the van at night while on the run from the police. I set up a makeshift bed on the roof of the car.

The next morning, the police came to Sigh’s door asking about us. I worried that Sigh and her parents would be arrested for harboring fugitives, but the police left without searching the house. I figured it was Sigh’s doing. Her father pulled the van out of the garage without noticing us on top, and before long, we found ourselves desperately clinging to the roof as he sped down the highway. He swerved in and out of traffic to avoid the slow cars. Intuitively, I knew we were headed for the local junkyard. The photon power I’d been using was based on magnetism, so the giant magnet used to carry cars into crushing machines would pull us in. I didn’t want to end up buried beneath a pile of junk, anyway. I prepared a photon beam to carry us off the van.

Playing Mario with Austin

I was playing Super Mario Brothers Wii with Austin, Chelsea, and Nicole at my parents’ old house in North Carolina. We were using N64 controllers for some reason… I plugged six controllers into the Wii even though we only needed four. When I noticed that I was going to have a gray controller, I switched it with a blue one. I figured we might as well all have a colored controller if there are only two gray ones. While I was messing with the controllers, Austin started playing by himself. I scolded him for going on without us, but he didn’t seem to hear me. He just kept playing. Eventually, I reset the console to get his attention. This time, we set it up for four players. Austin wanted to go to the eighth world, but Nicole wanted to do the seventh. I went with Nicole’s suggestion since Austin had been rude to all of us. He started complaining about that right away. Before we even made it through the first level, he quit playing. I picked his character up and threw him off the stage.

We went to the eighth world sometime later. While we were doing the first stage, Randy came up to us and asked what world we had gotten to. I told him we had beaten all nine worlds. He protested, insisting that there were fourteen worlds – all playable. I laughed. Obviously, there were only supposed to be eight, but with the secret world, there were nine. There was no reason for the game to have fourteen worlds. I wondered if he meant test worlds accessible via a cheat device, so I admitted that there were probably a couple of test worlds, but there were only nine real worlds. He left the room fuming.

TraceFleeman's Attempt

Ehh, no lucids.

I am playing some airsoft-type game, like Nazi-Zombies in real life, but I don't remember the rules. I remember I was shot by my own teammate and got kinda mad, the crawled over like a zombie and shot him.

ReachingfortheDream's dream

I was at some sort of summer camp thing. It had something to do with my school. DO was there too. I remember eating a lot (particularly the tasty ribs) and that there was some sort of mission or something at some point.

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I wanted to go to MI's place to hang out with my old friends. I was trying to get there with my mom via bus and walking, and for some reason we were having a hard time getting there. I kind of wondered why I would go to MI's house, but I just kept going.

Eventually we came to an apartment building. Everyone was waiting on the step. I stood there, and then the dream ended.

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I was in my room, and somehow lucid. I thought of my goal to go to chichen-itza, so I tried to run through the wall. I just ended up hitting it. Then the dream ended.

Korley's Dream

Well I didn't get to the Chichen Itza, but I had this sick dream about being in a maze. There's was two parts to the maze.. it's hard to remember though. I think one side was made of ice and snow, and the other was inside, where there was this laser fire that I had to jump through and there was a gap in the wall. But the gap was covered by bloody flesh that I tried to pierce, but no luck. There was a group of people in the dream, but I don't know who they were and can't remember what they looked like. I spent the majority of the dream trying to get away from the place, but finding myself trapped. I think I had a gun but didn't use it.

I also had a dream that I was talking to my boyfriend in nothing but a long blue shirt, in a supermarket.

MrIrony's dream

Cursed false awakenings! I thought once again that I had written a dream down, but apparently I didn't! Well, I remember one.

I'm in some library with my cousin. We go to the computers and start playing some games. I find one that looks interesting and start playing. As I do that, I'm in the game. I help some man walk through an alley. There's an one minute time limit. The man is seriously wounded and can barely walk. We move through some labyrinth-like alleys, sometimes finding some flying balls. They have different colors, but only color I can remember is blue. I feed them to the man and every blue ball gives us more time. There's also some ghost children wondering around. They're not the scary type and seem to be scared of the man. I think they carried some of those balls. At this point I'm pretty much dragging the man forward. Then the timer reaches zero. I carefully drop the man to the ground as he closes he's eyes. I see his soul rising from the body as the ghost children gather around him. (Not the "we're going to eat you" gathering, but the "let's go together" kind.) I hear a voice saying that neither me nor some guy who is suddenly with me can see what's happening. For some reason we walk around and ask each other what happened, instead of calling help. I woke up.

While writing this I remembered an fragment. Although all I remember is considering starting playing Runescape again. It's not much, but it's better than nothing.

It'sMEE's Dreams

1st Dream

I'm in a room with lots of people who I guess are from my school. There are tables and glass cases, so the room looks like a musuem. The glass cases have things in them and the tables have plastic trays and other things, including piles of pencils. People begin to put various items in the plastic trays, matching up the shapes of the 'artifacts' in the glass cases. Once they've got it correct, a small speaker under the table plays a message. For a while I just stand and listen and work out that each table is giving out clues, or something like that, about people I know. And somehow, I know there is going to be one about me. I go to the nearest table and pick up a heavy red thing. It's sort of cone shaped, only the end is rounded and there's a metal hook at the front. I have no idea what it's for, but I try some shapes on the table and find one that fits. I can't remember what the message was, but it wasn't anything to do with me. I move on to another table, the one with the pile of pencils on it, and start putting pencils randomly into the tray. It's next to a window, so I look out briefly. There's a tall tower that looks kind of like a slide. After a while, I realise that there are slots for the pencils to fit into and I manage to click them into place. A little screen reads a number with a 'g', so I think that it must be reading the weight. I do another one, but I have no clue why because it just tells me the weight of a bunch of pencils. I go outside.

There's the tall tower, which I looked at inside. There are long, tassely silver and gold strips hanging down from the tower. If it is a slide, I'm looking at it from the back. I walk up to the tassels and go inside. There are more strips of silver and gold. I walk blindly around for a bit, when I come out into the middle. There are ladders all around. I climb one and find a maze-like room, with plenty of doors. I try the nearest one to find it's locked. I climb back down and leave the tower. I'm about to go back inside, when something red shoots out the middle of the tower. I chase after it and find a bright white alley. There are people there, some who I know and i notice they are all the people described in the museum. They have paint on their faces, two horizontal strips on each cheek. The red thing is laying at the back.
"What is that?" I ask them. They shrug, and then something else shoots down the alley. Someone catches it before it hits someone else in the face. I see they are wearing gloves. The thing they have caught is a translucent blue-tinged gunk in a large football shape. They dip it in a bucket of stuff that looks like lime jelly and pass it to a girl who's just finished putting paint on her face. She throws it into the red thing. Now everyone seems to know what they're doing, and I take over catching the blue gunk with everyone cheering me on.

I don't know how long I spent catching the blue stuff, but I end up with three friends in a room exactly the same as the room we were given on a school trip last week. The walls are dull grey, and the floor a dull green. The room is about 3x3 metres big with two bunk beds packed in on the left and at the back of the room. For some reason, I have a pile of soaking clothes that I want to hang up, but there isn't anywhere to hang them as I'm on the top bunk. I start to hang them off the edge of the bed, but my friend on the bottom bunk protests. "Ew, don't hang them there, I have to sleep here!" so I drop the clothes on the floor. I realise I'm wearing some weird grey and white shirt made of rubber. "Huh? Why am I wearing this?"

The the dream ends

2nd dream

I'm playing a joke on my little sister. I've cut up some straws and put them over my teeth to make vampire fangs. My little sister gets really scared. I laugh loads and pull the fangs off.
"How did you do that?" my little sister sniffs.
"They're straws." I say simply.

3rd dream

I'm in a room, a tall, white-walled room. I get the feeling that it's really old, because the walls seem to be slanted like they're sagging in. There is someone behind me. I turn around.
"Do you know where you are?" he asks (I'm pretty sure it was a 'he')
"No." I reply.
"Do you know why you don't know where you are?"
"No!" I say "Should I know?"
"Have you really no clue where you are?"
"No, where am I?" But he just walks away. It seems like it's sort of foggy in here. I walk forwards, and ahead of me is a sign that says 'Please wash your Bum.' This startles me, so I look away and when I look back, it says 'Please wash your Hobo' I sigh and look around. Suddenly the fog is gone, and the room is filled with what are clearly tramps. I go up to one who's not quite as tall as me and is standing there scratching his back. I notice a huge bathtub.
"Do you know where you are?" asks Shorty.
"No, and I don't know why I don't know where I am and why I should be here." I sigh.
"I'd have thought that'd be obvious. Have you tried looking up?" Shorty holds his thumb up at shoulder height, and I look up. The ceiling probably isn't a quarter of the size as the floor. Light is coming in from each side of the ceiling. When I look back down, Shorty and all the other tramps have gone. I'm frustrated because I don't have any clue what is going on and I wish I knew where I was and everyone seems to know something I don't, and that annoys me. The guy from before is back.
"Can you tell me where I am?" I ask. "And what I'm doing here." but before anything else happens, the light goes out and it's pitch black. There's suddenly a pot in one corner, and light is coming out of it. I don't remember what happens next, but I end up staring into the pot. At the bottom is an image of something, but I can't tell what. The person has followed me.
"Still don't know where you are or how you got here?" I shake my head. "Isn't it obvious? You really thought you were awake?"
The picture at the bottom of the pot is getting clearer, it looks like a huge row of columns. They look sort of old and crumbly and I'm about to step into the pot because now I know I'm dreaming and I want to go to wherever that picture is of, when I wake up.

ReachingfortheDream's Dream

I was in the park behind my house. It was evening, or maybe night, and there were a bunch of teenagers hanging around there. ST was there and he was trying to hug me or something, and I kept trying to avoid him.

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I was in my house in the living room. I was apparently having a sleepover with DO, AM, and AN (why AN was allowed I have no idea). We were sitting on the couch and watching a movie. CA was randomly there, and I started flirting with her. I think we had sex or something, though we never actually kissed. Then she randomly disappeared. I looked over and AN and AM were on the floor flirting with each other. AN was nuzzling her shoulder. I was a little confused since I knew that IRL AN wasn't promiscuous. Me and DO decided to leave them alone, so we went to my room.

My room was totally different. There were two twin beds, and the room was much bigger. The whole room was purple and dark blue, and the lighting had a purplish hue to it. The beds were covered in glitter and stars and sequins and other random flashy shit.

I got this sense that my mother was mad since we had left AN and AM to do their business right in her living room, but then the dream ended.

We are playing a game where we drink different chemicals. After having a few different ones, I drink a gold one and feel ill. I rush to the bathroom and have exploding diarrhea all over the toilet and walls. It sprays out into the hallways and the shower. I'm pissed at my friends who are cracking up in the other room.

We are in a hotel like room on the second floor. Something is trying to get in after us. The window does not seal and keeps warping. My dad and I attempt to fix it. We go to the basement and try to find a light. He wants to put music on to lighten the mood. He plays Sublime, but some weird techno pop comes on with a strange music video.

There is a guy who does things because he thinks it's a dream. He killed a girl.

My left arm is severed at the shoulder. I'm playing with it out in the quad, doing some wrist locks and feeling how to torque an arm. realize this looks odd, so I fold it up and put it in my back pack. Its later sewed back on, and I return to class. My assignment has other documents stapled inside of it. My teacher begins a christian pray, and I see people doing the signs of the cross. I'm in a warehouse, like Home Depot and can't figure out how I got there. hand RC, 5 but continue watching and it morphs a little. Walk around the store, and still thinking about the prayer from the other dream. I've never really had a traditional mystical experience. They have always been kind of, void like. Want to feel infinite love. I project my love to everyone in the room, but a woman quickly turns away from me, like she is scared. I call out for God and wait. dream fades

There is a fight club in my living room. I'm watching my friend get beat up. He gets hit in the face and can't get up. His opponent goes in for the finish. "It's done!" I say. "What? come on" the crowd replies. "He's not done, but don't hit him when he's down, that's not cool." Go into roommates room. Nomad is there on the bed. People think that they come to reality when they wake, but really they just wake." "Ya, but they have 5 fingers." I check my hand. Lucid. "Nomad, let's go.""To America?" "To Mexico" He has cat eyes. Let's start a band" I want him to open a portal to the pyramid, but figure, we are already here. "Ya, lets rock out like Rush and do lots of women and cocaine!" haha. I grab a mic and start doing a Rage Against the Machine impression. "Ya! Come On! Ughhhh! ...... BASELINE!" Nomad starts playing the riff to Killing in the Name . He's rockin out. I'm rapping glossolalia with random Ya!s until I realize I'm day dreaming in the black and no long in the dream.

Enter HI. voice says "Big Dream". Get really deep into the imagery, but get woken

On the Chin
Recall: 9/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Left Side (Right Brain)

I'm in the jungle, and like most dreams where I find myself in the jungle, I'm a contestant on Survivor. My current challenge is some sort of race. I hear someone crashing through the bush behind me, so I take off running to stay ahead of them.

There is a guy with me on my team, and we run towards some sort of cave opening or building entrance, me first and my team mate right behind me. Our pursuers are right on our tail. We go through the entrance, and a girl behind us is yelling to my team mate he has to stop because he's been caught. I wonder if that means I'm caught too since I'm only a couple of paces ahead of him, but she doesn't say anything to me, so I keep going.

I see a staircase on the left, and a long ramp on the right, and choose the ramp. I run to the top where it turn right. I then find myself in a large arena. The section of bleachers to my immediate right is covered in prizes, mostly glass ware, with some cabinets at the very top containing the best prizes. I wish my pursuers weren't so close behind so I had time to figure out what to do here.

I race up into the bleachers, which look somewhat like the Chichen Itza , and my pursuer Sasha is right behind. I pick up an old empty pop bottle and brandish it like a dagger, hoping to hold her at bay. Sasha pick up a bottle and brandishes it at me. She says we should use our boat training to go to Prince Edward Island, and I ask if that's close to here. The geography doesn't make sense.

The I pick up another empty pop bottle and hold it up like I'm about to throw it. Not wanting to actually smash her with a bottle, I start to run back down the steps. Sasha chases, but trips and falls face first onto a white dinner plate with a blue pattern on it, shattering the plate. I stop and cheer, saying "It's about time something broke!"

I go back to check on her, and as she rolls over I see that she's cut her chin rather badly. The cut starts under her bottom lip, and goes all the way down under her chin, along the bottom of her jaw, right to her throat. It makes a large flap of skin that just hangs there. She tries to put the skin back in place. The part right under her lip is pretty thin, but as it goes under her chin it gets much thicker.

I tell her to hold the skin in place, and try to reassure her saying it will hardly leave a scar once it's healed. I tell her to trust me, I've cut myself lots and know these things.



Fragment: Lost Opals
I'm in the game Link Realms, and the newb bank, and a stack of 50 opals gets knocked out of my inventory onto the floor, where another player picks them up. I'm not sure who took them, and lament the sudden loss of wealth.

(Thebeastofold's dream)

I had 4 dreams in a row last nihgt, no lucid however...


Tons of beef jerky.

I was in a large strange house, and i walked outof what was apparently my room and went down stairs, my Mother was in the kitchen and there was a huge pile of bags of beef jerky on the counter, i went to grab one and mom said "your sister and neice will miss those..better not...so i headed back upstairs, and saw beef jerky bags everywhewre, stuffed in and behind everything...i saw about 10 bags stuffed behind a toilet, and decide they wouldnt miss these, so i grabbed them and went back to my room, my dog was aslewep on the bed, and one of my late cates was wandering inthe hallway, i grabbed him, hugged him and put him in my rrom on the bed, i saw my laptop on the bed and everytime i tried to open it, i saw another of my late cats i the hall, the door was open even tho i closed it everytime i grabbed a cat, after 3 or 4 cats, i started eating the beef jerky...i noticed then it was bridgeford jerky..it tasted really good.


i walked out of a large house, similiar to the one in the previous dream, and met a couple girls, or i should say ladies, heading dow the same path as I, i grabbed one of them by the hand and started leading them down a path beteen a bunch of really huge house embedded inthe hills surounding this huge courtyard surrounding us...we got to a large gnarled tree inthe center, and i noticed smoke in the distancecoming up from behind a pyramid ressembling chichen itza(SP?) ..but i couldnt tell the ladies for some reason, one lady was taller than the other and they were talking as if they were old friends..or sisters...finally after they both ran in circles trying to point something out to each other, they finally noticed the smoke and when i looked back it was just over the hill instead of in the distance.....the taller ladygrabbed my shoulder and said oh lord look! and she spun me around and the house to my right starte burning abruptly from the inside out and crumbled to glowing ash, i kept spinning and everytime a house came into view it did the same thing....by this time the ladies were laughing hysterically...


i was at a party or get together in what looked like my dining room, only it was open completely except for the wall of a bulding next door...i realized i had to go to the bathrrom so i wandered away to find one, i walked past a long building and came to a small field with people throwing softballs around, they were wearing what looked like softball uniforms, i walked to the back part of the field, found a dead end and started back, i abruptly got hitin the face by a softball, i picked ip up and tried to toss it back to the lady who threw it, but it weaghed a freakin ton...it kind of rolled to her, i said "what is it lead lined?!?!" and she said well, kind of, theni noticedit was a miniature medicine ball.....as i walked back i came across a guy asking a lady where the bathroom was, i noticed he was standing infront of it..so i went around him and closed and locked rthe door....i went aound a small turn and there were no walls, just a toilet on the edge of a huge open field...i started unbuttoning and the guy started banging on the door harder and harder, i looked around the corner and the doorknob was slowing sliding out of its hole...and so were the hinges..i ran back and pounded the knowb and hingepins back in with my hand..i went back to what i was doing, and couldnt go through with it, i realized if i peed in the dream i might pee in real life.,...and i really didnt want to wet the bed ive had dreams like this all the time......so allof a sudden he was trying to puth the knob and hinge pins out again....so i ran back to the door and pushed thm back in again and held them there and i yelled are you trying to tellme something?!?!?! he said, youere dreaming pal, youre dreaming......a vision of a bright orange porta-a-potty popped into my mind...



my mother and i were standing ona street corner in what looked like china..we started walking across the street in a large crowd and i started heading to a hat shop on the other corner, but mom grabbed my arm and we ended up waling around a strange open air mall with mall type storefronts with no front walls..strange.....we started back because once again, i needed to find a bathroom....we walked a bit and i found one, the door had both pictures on it men and women, and the word ALL above the pictures...i alked in and closed the door, and there was 7 or 8 different kinds of urinals in the middle of the room all facing each other, and filthy...i realized one again if i went in the dream i'd probably go in the ral world, so started loking around the room and noticed about 20 toilets inside a small room with like a 3 foot door in one wall, i grabbed one toilet and it slid out on a track of somesort on rollers, there was a large coin box mounted on the front edge of the bowl so youd have to straddle it to sit down..i pushed it away and noticed a shelf along the riight wall by the door full of strange canding and odd looking pastries...i started reaching for a few then realized how gross tis all was and went over to the sink to wash my hands, i pushed the soap dispenser and powder came out...i wiped it al over my hands and when i dumped into the trash, my hands were perfectly clean...as i walked outthe door, there was a small box of trinkets on the edge of the shelf by the door, i reached in and grabbed something and walked out, when i got out i looked at what i had grabbed and it was a weird semi-3d plastic keyfob, an image carved in it so if you looked at the other side it looked 3d of a creature that looked like half woman half lion..strange...and the keyfob had a college name on it of some sort...cant remember what tho...and there was was about 7 or 8 key covers hanging from it...we started walking away and mom said "you never planned to try college one way" I woke up....

MrIrony's dream

Dream 1: I'm reading a Donald Duck comic where he and Scrooge are sharing a dream. Can't really remember much about that. Then I'm inside the Flander's house. (From the Simpsons.) I see either Rod or Todd playing some game where you control a minotaur and kill vampires and werewolfs. He turns evil because of it. Then I'm back at my house. I'm laying on my bed. My computer is in front of me. Can't remember what I did with it. I hear a car coming. I stand up, look out of the window and see a dark red car next to our house.The Flander's came to visit us. I stay in my room and read another comic. Scrooge is still dreaming. He's standing in front of some woman. He says something about she not being able to speak to him. But she does anyway. She warns him about some riot, but he says it makes no sense. Then he says something about not being able to bring back an old love as the woman floats away from him and disappears. Then I see Ned and Maude Flanders in some sort of office. They're sitting in front of an desk. There's some man sitting behind it. Apparently he's some kind of therapist. They ask him if they could ask god for help or something. He says that they need to answer some questions. For some reason they can't do it. Then I see some room full of people. Then I hear the therapist's voice telling them that he doesn't need to ask Maude and Ned the questions because he "Sees that she is clearly a doctor and makes logical conclusions." Then I see the therapist's room again, this time from a different angle. The real therapist is sitting bound and gagged in a storage room. I realize that I've dressed as the therapist in order to help my friends, the Flanders. The dream ends.

I can't remember the correct order of the events in this next dream, but this is how I think it goes.

Dream 2: Me and my family are, for some reason, traveling to some arctic military base. We are lead by an talking polar bear who's glad in armor. There's also some other soldiers with us, as well as some talking penguins we met along our journey. We get to the base, where the polar bear goes to report our arrival to a larger polar bear. He asks where is our commander. Apparently a third polar bear was sent to invite us all to this base, but he died after that. We go inside. We were there for pretty long time and only thing I remember from it is that once in a while I saw my sister approach some large man in some room. She was hit back, but she always came back. On the third time she did that, she drove through the wall with a truck, killing the man. Then she and the rest of my family started walking away from the base. I followed them. They went up some mountain and set up a camp. They had a few soldiers with them too. Their camp was located in a cave on the side of the mountain. I climbed to them and they were surprised to see me there. I can't remember much after that. Next thing I remember is that I was fighting against enemy soldiers. I saw one of our soldiers throw a bomb into a car, killing an enemy inside. Then the dream kinda rewinded, and this time I was on the other side. This time I was the soldier in the car, but I survived the explosion. I was pretty scared, as I had heard that the enemies were invinsible. I rarely shot at them, but when I tried, I couldn't hit too well because my gun was really inaccurate. Also we were wearing some futuristic armors, so one bullet hitting hardly did anything. I decided to find a place to hide. I started running towards an house. I got shot a couple of times. But I kept going. I got to the house and became lucid. I tried to go through the wall, but I couldn't. Then I tried to jump through the window. I just bounced back. I gave up and used the door. I spent the rest of the dream walking around and occasionally running away from some dead corpses controlled by some strings.

Katsuno's Dream

I dreamed of being in a car with 2 others. I don't remember them exactly but one was a women that was a bit taller than me and the other looked like he was an egypt soldier (or something like that). We tried to catch up with a train for some reason. When we caught up we were in a tunnel and there was a portal in front of us. Me and the women jumped on the train and went through the portal but the egypt guy somehow didn't make it. Then I remember being in a room and I said "This feels different...it's not my dream" but I didn't get lucid
We walked to a door and there was a guy. I don't remember the details but I know that the women used some crystal magic and cursed the guy. She said something like "If you betray us the curse will kill you" I did nothing but watch. The guy did something and we went on. Then the dream gets foggy and the next thing I remember is running through a building while holding a child in my arms.
Then I woke up.

It'sMEE's Dream fragments

Firts I'm in a dark hotel room with floral bedsheets and curtains. Other than those, the room and layout and furniture are pretty much the same as my room. There is someone in the bed. I'm pretty sure I try to get out but the door is blocked or something.

I'm watching a video from someone's phone on the tv, but after a while it becomes real. It's a girl who likes sort of like my older sisterwith loads of black eye makeup and dark hair, but her hair in the video is much darker. She is with some guy who I don't know.

I keep seeing someone in my mirror, but when I go to look, they're gone.

Nephanim's Dreams

Atrocities of the Organization

Nicole and I were staying with my parents in Texas. Austin was sick, but my parents couldn’t take him to the hospital because the health care infrastructure had been taken over by a group calling themselves (simply enough) the Organization. My mom did her best to take care of him, and his situation seemed stable. We assumed he would be able to wait a few weeks for a military action to sort out this mess with the Organization. As the days wore on, the news reported that the Organization’s reach was spreading. They captured residential lots for use as barracks and weapon storage. What they didn’t capture, they ransacked. All of the food, water, and valuables were stolen from countless homes in the vicinity of the hospitals. It was a terrorist attack on a level the country had never seen. We decided to build a secret basement beneath our home. Although building codes prohibited the construction of basements in Houston, the area beneath our house was suited to that, so we didn’t have to worry about any serious health issues – at least, that’s what my dad thought. I wasn’t so sure. He finished digging it out in two days, and we moved a good portion of our food down there. We left enough food upstairs that the Organization would just take it and ignore the possibility of people hiding under the kitchen tiles. It wasn’t long before the Organization made their rounds… We could only get the news by radio now, and many of the standard broadcast stations had been knocked out, so much of what we listened to came from other people like us living in secret in their own homes. The airports were under the Organization’s control now. Everything seemed to be getting worse, and Austin’s condition wasn’t getting any better.

A few days after the Organization stopped running in and out of our house, my dad and I went outside to check out the area. It was spooky how normal everything looked. The streets were empty, of course, but the houses all looked fine on the outside. We went door to door trying to find anyone who had hidden themselves properly. We found a couple of corpses, but I tried not to dwell on it. I didn’t know any of these people, anyway… We found one family that did the same thing as us. Their basement area was a little larger, so they invited us to come stay with them. My dad wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but we agreed to attend a party. When we got back, we told the rest of the family all about it. We went back to the larger hideout the next evening to try to enjoy ourselves for the first time in a while. Unfortunately, a passing truck under the control of the Organization stopped in front of the house. The driver picked up the music playing in the basement from his vehicle. Before we knew this had happened, the driver called a couple of loading trucks to the scene. They infiltrated the house, broke up the party, and captured everyone as prisoners.

We were loaded one by one onto the trucks with our mouths gagged and our wrists bound. I thought it was dumb of them to leave our ankles untied, but when they closed the back of my truck and locked the door, I realized there wasn’t much we could do to escape. I had to sit in pitch black darkness for the whole ride. I wasn’t even sure where we were going… After the first few turns, I was lost. Maybe in Illinois, I could’ve followed the trail better, but I wasn’t familiar with this area. I knew Nicole wasn’t on the same truck as me… It didn’t seem like they were shipping women anywhere different from the men, so I was relieved at least by that much. I had even less of an idea where she had been sent, though. The truck stopped at another house, and they loaded some more people onto the truck. It was becoming crowded in the cargo area, but they didn’t care. We were just merchandise to them. I supposed we would probably end up doing slave labor for the rest of our lives.

By the time we reached the next stop, I realized the knot binding my wrists was loose enough to wriggle out of. I freed myself and cautiously undid the knots binding the men on my left and right. We left our gags in so the Organization wouldn’t notice we had untied our wrists. It worked like a charm. We could undo the knots just as well in pure darkness as in blinding light, so it didn’t matter that we had to work on them en route. We had most of the prisoners free by the third stop – and that was way more people than they were ready to deal with. We had to leave some of them bound, but we were able to rush the soldiers in charge of the loading process and take their guns from them. Only a few people died. Someone else killed the driver of the truck. We were the only truck on this street, so there was no one else to challenge us. Everyone scattered, and so began my long journey across the country.

I found out they had taken me over the border into Oklahoma. I figured it would be fastest to make my way back to my parents’ house from there. I didn’t have a car, and besides, the roads were dangerous with the Organization about. It seemed they were no longer content with just taking supplies. They needed an army of slaves for something. I didn’t intend to trust my fate to chance again. I walked from Oklahoma back to Houston, sneaking into restaurants when necessary to supply myself with water and food. I kept away from the major roads when I could and made short work of crossing them when I couldn’t. I don’t know how long it took me, but I made it back to my parents’ house. I was a little disappointed to find that I was the only one who made it back… None of my family members were in the same truck as me, so I hadn’t been able to free any of them. I didn’t check the other house to see if those people had made it back. Their hideout had been compromised. Although ours was empty, at least I figured it was secure. I stayed there for about a week to give Nicole time to find me. When she didn’t show up, I put a backpack of supplies together and took to the wilderness again. This time, I headed for Illinois.

Traveling during the summer was rough, so I was grateful when things began to cool down. It meant that I had taken a long time to cross the country, but I hadn’t been counting the days, anyway. I was too worried about what might’ve happened to Nicole and my family to think about something as abstract as time. Eventually, I made it to the edge of Chicago. A big storm blew in from the west, and the whole area quickly flooded. I jumped on the back of an Organization truck when the driver wasn’t looking and rode it into the suburbs so I wouldn’t have to spend so much time in the pouring rain. It pulled off into someone’s backyard, so I took the chance to hop off the truck and continue on foot. As I passed a house, I saw a television on inside. I wondered how long it had been playing… There didn’t seem to be anyone in the room. The TV played an episode of the Fairly Oddparents in which Timmy Turner gained the power of invisibility. He tried to save a girl on a motorcycle from the Organization, but he was unable to do anything. They threw her on a train and took her away. I couldn’t help noticing I was in a similar situation…

I had to wade through three feet of water to get across Nicole’s street. Her house was empty. Her garage was empty. All of the canned food was gone, and it basically looked like no one had been there in ages. I noticed that Cleo was also gone… I figured she had decided to fend for herself if she was still alive. Since there was nothing for me to find in Chicago, I decided I might as well go back home and prepare the house for my family’s return – if they ever returned. The trip back took even longer than the trip there; I had lost much of my motivation. The winter months weren’t so bad since I made it far enough south to avoid most of the snow. The new year arrived, then spring, then summer, and I finally made it back to my parents’ house. When I went inside, my heart sank. There were people everywhere. I immediately assumed they were with the Organization and threw up my hands in surrender. It wasn’t worth fighting anymore, I decided. If they were going to kill me, whatever… I didn’t want to live in fear like this anymore. Then my eyes narrowed. Nomad was with them. Nomad wouldn’t join the Organization. I noticed many of them had weapons strapped to their bodies. Some of them – including Nomad – had war paint on their faces. These were rebels preparing to stand up to the Organization. They laughed at my surrender and pointed me to my mom and sister. I was shocked by how similar Chelsea looked to my mom. It had been a year since I saw them, and Chelsea changed quite a bit. I hugged each of them several times. By this point, I was already in tears. Just finding one of them would’ve been enough to make the past year of running worth it.

I headed straight for the secret room, hoping to find my dad and Austin. My mom grabbed my hand before I could reveal the entrance. She hadn’t told the rebels about it yet, and in case one of them really was working with the Organization, she didn’t want them to know. She said she didn’t know if my dad was awake right now, but he would come talk to me soon. I sat down with them in the kitchen to wait. My mom explained that she and Chelsea had been separated from my dad and Austin early on, but they were reunited at the start of winter when they made it back to the house. She spared few details of their experiences… The Organization was trying to construct something to control the minds of the human race, but the details of this weren’t exactly clear. I made a mental note to ask Nomad about this later. Within half an hour or so, my dad walked into the room. He had a pistol on each side and wore a bulletproof vest. I felt small compared to him. It was obvious he’d been through a lot in the past year. I hugged him several times, too.

Immediately, I asked him about Austin. I hadn’t seen him in the building anywhere. I assumed he had just been in the basement or something. My dad put a hand on my back and led me outside. Because of his silence, I already knew what had happened. The tears started flowing. He took me to a little garden beside the house. The plants were artificial, and they had words written on their leaves. There was a little piano in the back for some reason with certain keys marked. It was a memorial for Austin. I knelt in front of it, wondering what I should do. Praying didn’t seem right, but what else was I supposed to do in this situation? My dad read the memorial leaf by leaf, but I couldn’t understand any of it. The whole thing seemed ridiculous, like he would tell me at any moment that Austin was actually just sleeping in the basement. That was just a hopeless wish, however.

“How long has it been…?” I asked, covering my eyes.

“Since November,” he replied. “We couldn’t get him the help he needed. The winter was too much for him, even here.” I could hardly breathe. My only brother was dead, and I never got to say goodbye. I knew how my dad felt about his brother’s death. Was this normal, I wondered? My thoughts raced out of control. I wondered if I would ever see Austin again… Probably not, I decided. There was nothing left of him. I knelt there for several minutes in grief before I could even move. I knew the Organization could come by at any moment, though, and if they saw us here, they would want to search the house. For the sake of everyone inside, I sucked up my tears and went back inside. I sat down on a bench in the basement to be alone while I tried to grasp everything that had happened. All the time lost, all the families torn apart… It was all because of the Organization. My immediate family gathered in the basement to try to cheer me up.

“When I saw Josh was here, I thought he was going to tell me he brought Nicole and two kids,” my dad joked. Clearly, this didn’t help much.

“I haven’t seen Nicole since the party,” I choked. It took me a few times to get this out. I went through my whole trip in summary, stopping whenever the horror of Austin’s death or the year without Nicole gripped me. When I finished telling the story, everyone seemed to agree that I should try going back to Chicago and finding Phil. He might be doing secret work for someone in the city, my dad suggested. I couldn’t imagine anyone having a stable job with the country in its current state, but it seemed remotely possible that he could be working in secret. In that case, he might have a place for Nicole and her family to hide. Knowing Nicole had to turn up somewhere, I agreed to give their idea a try. They probably wouldn’t see me again… I could come back and find all of them dead. We went outside for some reason and sat in the backyard. The sun was already setting, so it was too late for me to leave. I would have to stay for the night. After I finished talking to my family, I turned back to the house. A number of the rebels were staring at me. As Apheri appeared at my side, I put my hand on her black hilt.

“The Organization will pay,” I whispered.

That's Not Dandruff

Nicole was scratching my back in bed for some reason. She stopped and stared at me.

“It’s like you have dandruff all over your back…” I twisted my head around to see, and there were white, moldy-looking patches all over my back.

“That’s not dandruff,” I explained. I didn’t really try to figure out what it was.

Playing Cards before the Show

I went to see a musical at a theater with Nicole, Phil, and my dad. We brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but our dads bought some pizza, too. They were really disappointed with the pizza; it was expensive, but it wasn’t that great. They only got one pepperoni for every three slices of pizza. We also brought a deck of cards and Monopoly to entertain ourselves before the performance. I told Nicole I didn’t really feel like playing Monopoly, so we stuck with the cards instead. Our dads didn’t want to play with us.

Brothers in the Trunchbull House

I was one of two brothers living with Agatha Trunchbull, the principal from Matilda. My younger brother wasn’t aware of my existence because she kept me locked up in the attic. Trunchbull had a sister from Alabama who drove a crummy car. She spoke her mind, no matter how rude she came across, and her voice carried a thick Southern accent. My younger brother went to a restaurant with her, but he managed to sneak out. He accidentally broke a small lawn mower in someone’s front yard while playing with it. The person chased him down the street. He brought the lawn mower back to the restaurant, pretending he found it on the side of the road with the trash. When Trunchbull’s sister saw it, she was so excited that she danced out of the restaurant and had him put it in the car right away. She seemed to think it was a large lawn mower, but it was smaller than the kid presenting it. They put some wooden planks in the back of the car, too. They weren’t even, so she said the kid would have to run over them with the car. She almost hit a fence turning the car around.

That night, my brother and I both left the house without the other’s knowledge. Amazingly, we both went to the same video rental store. I talked the owner into letting us rent a couple of movies for free. It seemed like he and I were close friends. I told him to scan green writing on my hand, and it actually brought up a movie: the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. Although he admitted the current state of the economy was pretty poor, he let us borrow that one for free, too. Outside, I walked with my brother down the street. I told him about how I liked to spend weeks at a time living in secret rooms at the local school. I promised I would take him someday if he didn’t tell Trunchbull. We both went back to the house.

The next day, Trunchbull took both of us to a restaurant. She was going to eat steak, of course, but we would have something a little less appetizing. We didn’t make it that far. Everyone asked for a glass of water when the only waiter (also the owner) came to our table. This guy had a habit of splashing water on my younger brother every time he came here, mostly because Trunchbull tolerated it. This time, when he splashed water on my brother, I took my cup of water and splashed some on him. The waiter was mortified. Trunchbull tried to grab my throat, but that didn’t stop me from splashing him again. He splashed me once, but I still had some water left in my cup. I emptied the rest on his head. It seemed perfect; since water was free, he would have to refill my cup if I asked. The other kid laughed hysterically over this, but Trunchbull was furious. They left early, and I ended up sitting by myself outside the building. It started raining… I watched a couple of little girls running in puddles together and wished I had an umbrella like them. I missed Nicole.

After waiting three hours, I stood up and walked around the perimeter. The owner was sweeping the dining area inside, so I knew he would close up shop soon. I could come back in an hour and sneak in. I started to head down the street toward the school, but then I heard a familiar voice call my name. I turned and found my brother standing at the other end of the vacant lot next to the restaurant. He asked if I started the forest fire. Of course, I had no idea what he was on about until I saw it for myself. A distant forest was ablaze. I could just barely make out the sound of the fire trucks’ sirens. I assured him I had nothing to do with it; I was just sitting by the restaurant the whole time.

We stopped at the entrance of a sewage tunnel. It would connect to the school eventually, I explained. My brother cut a drape at the front to get in even though I kept telling him there was another way in. I didn’t want to cause obvious damage… That would attract the police. When we went inside, I showed him the steel grate separating the two halves of the tunnel. We wouldn’t be able to walk side by side on the same half of the tunnel, but he preferred to stand behind me anyway. As we went further in, it became very dark. My brother started getting scared. I took out a match and lit it. Up ahead, I saw three rats standing on a dead animal’s carcass. My brother screamed, which prompted the rats to run toward us. I considered that this was probably a bad sign… Under normal circumstances, the rats would’ve run away from us. I clenched my fist and punched the rat in front when it reached us.

The scene rapidly changed. I found myself sitting in Enchain’s study.

“All gone,” I said. I was glad I didn’t get bitten by rabid rats. I looked at the white curtains drawn over the window. A small amount of light filtered in through them, illuminating the bookcases built into the walls.

Gravity Error and Synthetic

I was playing WMRBO. I guess there was some kind of misunderstanding between me, Nicole, and Gravity Error. We were no longer mentioned on their guild page as members. Viral had decided not to associate with us at all, and I got the impression that we were in some kind of legal trouble… When he found out we were playing again, however, he was desperate to recruit us. By the time I heard from him, we had already joined another guild called Synthetic. Everyone in this guild had a really long, bizarre name. One person was named Quil Quil Qiuo Ferret (with the fourth word changing depending on the character), while another was named Krhysanarralanka. I made a new character for myself and picked a class called “Enchanter” because I’d never heard of it before. When I got some skill points, I was excited to check out my skills until I realized they were just ninja skills… I wondered why the name for the ninja job was wrong.

I decided to look for a certain lower headgear. It was a robotic attachment for the jaw or something, and I understood that it would enable me to fire dream energy from my mouth. The mob database told me I could get it from a vocal. I headed straight for the rocker field. Since I was already south of Prontera, it didn’t take long. I wandered the field until I found and killed the vocal. It didn’t drop this time. I saw that I had a second client open; I was also logged into Nicole’s character. Viral had been messaging her for a while… He kept begging us to come back to Gravity Error. I switched back to my character and told him plainly that we weren’t interested.

Possibility Control and Chemistry with Ragnarok

It was the start of the fall semester, and I had a whole new class schedule to learn. My new IPRO was heavily based on programming. When I arrived, Professor Winans asked everyone what we thought of having a final exam at the end of the semester. Obviously, everyone was opposed to the idea. There’s enough going on in an IPRO without exams… Even though we all said no, she still decided to give us one. It would be a huge programming assignment. She left the room for a bit, and I buried my face in the surface of my desk. Sooraj tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I’d seen Ana Popa. I said I hadn’t and that I didn’t think she was in this IPRO. As it turns out, she was. She shouted at us from the other side of the classroom.

“Before I leave the country, we need to go see Death Valley!” she demanded. I groaned. It was hot enough here, but it would be even worse there. I hoped she could wait until winter.

The dream jumped. My next class was from the humanities department. The course title was so vague that I couldn’t understand why I signed up for it in the first place… It was called “Sandal/Buckle my shoe.” I kept checking the room assignment and the class time so I wouldn’t forget it. I sat down on a sofa outside the Idea Shop and started texting my mom. I wanted to tell her about my new IPRO. I realized halfway through the message that I was already half an hour late for my class! I grabbed my backpack and jumped off the sofa. As I hurried toward the door, I realized I’d forgotten where the classroom was again. I knew the room number, but I didn’t know which building to go to. I checked my schedule on my phone again. It was in Keating.

The dream jumped. I was waiting outside by a busy street for a ride to Keating. Someone was trying to make me late for class in order to disrupt the flow of possibility. I slammed my fist into the fabric of space-time to destroy their interference, and my ride arrived instantly. Unfortunately, the time traveler was persistent; he started meddling again as soon as I got in the car. The driver announced that he wouldn’t be able to take me there right away.

“Come on, man, I’m forty-five minutes late already! We have to go now!” I had to use Geass on him to prevent any further manipulation from the future. Once he was under my control, he didn’t protest anymore.

The dream jumped. I was the only one who enrolled in this bizarre sandal class. It was taught by the clone of Hubert J. Farnsworth. I protested immediately when I saw him. This kid definitely wasn’t qualified to teach anything at the undergraduate level – or any level, for that matter. I hoped there was just a mix-up in the schedules… I wanted to shout Feeny’s name and have him teach instead, but I supposed that was kind of pointless.

The dream jumped. I was walking in Fairfield with the TA I had for electricity and magnetism. She made me fill out a form about Ragnarok monsters and items. There were three different versions of the form, but since other people had already filled out the other two, she picked mine for me. The first question asked what my favorite blacksmith monster was. I wasn’t even sure how to answer that… I wrote Munak even though it didn’t make sense. There were also questions about which monsters drop certain items. I considered using RateMyServer on my phone to look up the answers, but I supposed that was cheating. This couldn’t possibly be for a grade, anyway.

The dream jumped. When we arrived in the lab, I discovered that everyone in my lab section played on WMBRO. I told them I was the highest level player. In order to pass me in the rankings, they all teamed up to kill me. I died twelve times and lost a level each time. My adjusted level put me at rank five on the control panel. It didn’t make any sense… Some of the people above me were only level fifty-seven. I showed this to Nicole, and she had nothing to say about it.

Standardized Test for Graduate School

I arrived at Willowbrook to take some kind of standardized test for graduate school. I walked in late, sat down in the front row, and finished the test in less than two minutes even though it was designed to take a couple of hours. Everyone was furious that I finished so quickly. Most of them knew me from various classes, so they remembered that I usually finish exams first or close to it. I was in a hurry to get out of the testing room before any of them could lynch me. Some people started playing music in the testing room… As rude as that was, the proctor didn’t do anything about it. I went out to the parking lot and called Nicole. I asked her to pick me up on her motorcycle. There were only a few cars in the lot, so I was able to roam freely. I waited at the end of the parking lot for Nicole.

Nicole is my Pizza

Limia and Marc were giving a special lecture on circuit analysis. They treated the class to pizza because the lecture was food-themed. After drawing a simple charging circuit with switched parallel branches, Limia labeled a couple of the elements in the parallel branches as “Yi.” She wrote it too small at first, so none of us could see it. Once it was large enough to be legible, she drew a cheeseburger off to the side.

“You can think of this burger as a capacitor,” she said. “The buns are the parallel plates, and the food between them is the insulating medium. It’s not a very good capacitor, but it has a capacitance that you can calculate.” She showed us a diagram in our textbook that had pictures of cheeseburgers with meatballs inside the buns. It looked really good. I found some pictures of spaghetti with meatballs, too.

“Meatballs are my favorite unhealthy food,” I said with a nod. Amar overheard and seemed to think I said that he wasn’t allowed to eat bacon. I tried to tell him again what I said, but I accidentally replaced meatballs with bacon, so I had to try a third time. He gave me a weird look and said that meatballs are actually very healthy. I wasn’t convinced. I grabbed another pizza slice and sank my teeth into it. As soon as I made contact, I heard Nicole yelp.

I awoke to find her trying to kiss me in bed. I had bitten her lip thinking it was my pizza…

Sunburn Fever Dreams

I had strange sunburn dreams in which I tried to quantify the pain each portion of my body was feeling due to the burns I got today while canoeing. I rated my forehead as a 2.5, my back as a 10.0, and several areas around 7.5. The total pain rating fluctuated as I paddled around in nothingness.

DEADLY'S Dream

Very fragmented as I was away at a party:

Was in my grandmothers house, it have been moved into by new people of eastern-european origins. They had noticed the odd goings on in the house (I 'haunt' there) and had put up magical wards and protection symbols around the house. In the kitchen there was a big red mat with a rubber underside that they were covering in white feathers.
I decided to head to the pyramid and deal with this issue later, only to find myself trapped in the house.