J.D.

14.05.2010

Deep Trouble (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This one was incredibly long. It felt like it lasted five or six hours, maybe more. In reality it couldn't have been more than an hour though. I'll try to condense it a bit.

It began with a school trip. Me and a load of friends/acquaintances were on a coach. It was driving through lots of small towns which looked like they were still in Northern Ireland. It was a pretty miserable day. Raining a lot, some traffic. The coach journey lasted about an hour, then the teacher told us to get off. Everybody was carrying a huge rucksack, and my arms were full from holding a really big sleeping bag.

What followed was a lengthy walk down some slightly-flooded streets. I kept collapsing from exhaustion and sliding for a bit. One time I tripped and nearly went face-first into a pile of soggy dog shit, but I saw it coming and shielded myself with the sleeping bag. My friend Hugh helped me up and we continued on. We arrived at a strange school a while later, soaked to the skin and about to drop. For some reason I was now wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. I saw it in the reflection of a door. We walked through a couple of classes, seemingly knowing where we were going. The last room at the end of a chain of rooms was ours. Most of the people from the coach were already inside and sitting at desks. I started talking to a girl who arrived just after us about how fucked I was. During that conversation my legs gave way and I ended up on the floor. A receptionist leaned over a counter and stared at me.
"Name?" she asked. I tried a couple of times to tell her my name, but kept spelling the surname totally wrong. It frustrated me, but I got it in the end. She told me to pick a table and pull up a chair. I instinctively ripped off most of my soaking clothes and wrapped myself up in a duvet I found in my backpack. I joined a table with a few of my friends at it and started writing something in a notebook. I can't remember what it was though.

A while later, after some missing time (but definitely in the same day), I was walking back to the coach. The weather had cleared up, and apparently the environment had changed completely. I was walking through the MW2 map, "Rundown". I started off passing the house at the top of the hill and walking down the steps into the enclosed courtyard. I was very angry about something, so I got out a LMG and started shooting at people. Snipers in ghillie suits kept trying to sneak past me, but I nailed them all. For a better defensive position, I ran up the wooden stairs and into the room at the end of the building. I camped at the top of another set of stairs and shot a huge number of snipers who kept trying to run up to me. I had a feeling that this was going to get me into deep trouble, but I didn't care, I was still pretty angry. Soon I heard sirens outside. I looked out the back window and saw a SWAT van pull up. There was a bit of a standoff for a while, but then one police man climbed up on the balcony and talked me down. I calmed down and handed over an Xbox controller. (lol) They put me in the back of one of the NI-exclusive white police vans and brought me to my old school.



I had to wait outside in the rain before I could see the principal. It was night time now, and they were setting something up in the main hall. It looked like a presentation of some kind. The sprinkler system was activated in the hall, and was soaking everything. I wondered why nobody bothered to turn it off. Here, I noticed my two front teeth were extremely wobbly. They weren't sore at all, but if I wanted to I could have just pulled them out. I was very concerned. I thought to myself,
"This is a textbook dreamsign, I fucking wish this was a dream." I honest to god believed it was real life. I based this on having lived an entire day, something I assumed would've been impossible had I been dreaming. After a while I was led into the hall and told to sit in the front row. I tried to ask somebody what was going on but I was afraid of knocking my teeth out. So I kept my mouth shut, causing it to fill up with saliva and blood. Not nice. I would have swallowed, but I was afraid I'd swallow my teeth, which were getting more and more precarious.
"Fuck this," I thought, and got up to go to the bathroom. I took a left when I exited the hall, towards the music department, where I knew there was a toilet. For some reason the music department was gone, replaced by an outdoor concrete football pitch. There was a game of women's football going on. My friend Stephanie approached me, and understood (from my miming) that I needed to find a bathroom. She directed me to a concrete out-building at the other side of the pitch. I ran over and tried to open the door. It was locked.
"Just a minute!" I heard somebody call. I was impatient, so I banged the door. It opened and out stepped an awesomely-hot girl I knew at school. I facepalmed. I didn't have time to explain, so I rushed past her and closed the door. I locked the door, which used a padlock :S and basically opened my mouth above the sink. A thick, slimy red goo poured out, along with some tooth-pieces. I was still disappointed that this was reality, and I thought to myself,
"I really am screwed here. This sort of thing never happens to me in real life, what bad luck." I kept spitting out red gunk and reached for a towel. As I did, I performed a lazy hand reality-check. It didn't look right. "Wait......" I said out loud. I examined more closely. I couldn't get a decent view of my hand at all. It was totally blurred!
"THANK FUCK FOR THAT!" I yelled. I wiped off my face, turned round and punched the door open, breaking the padlock. I threw my arms in the air and whooped. The participants in the womens' football game looked over. I swaggered triumphantly over and proceeded to organise a giant orgy. I was so relieved I felt I could do with blowing off some steam. Pun intended.