JonBingus

I know now that my sensibilities when it comes to spending money are very poor in dreams. I was on a windy peninsula with a group of other people. We were mostly hanging out when a kiwi guy mentioned that he had two extra pairs of hand wings he'd sell me to help my flying improve. I was extremely hyped and paid the man $300. The first wings were two cloths that I wrapped around my hands and admittedly they helped a lot. The second 'wings' were literally just a pair of gloves.

The fuck. I took back the deal and flew around a great deal.

This has got to be my most stereotypical dream in a while. The beginning of this thing was lost in obscurity, so I'll slip ahead to the first moment that is absolutely concrete. I was with a group of girls, and two of them were these absolutely beautiful blondes. They both looked so unique, so far from the traditional blonde bombshell and it was driving me mad. One of them was so close to Lucy Mink, the other probably a girl I saw in passing, maybe years ago sat next to me on the subway.

I was across from Lucy on the stairwell of a bohemian building downtown. Cast upon her face was the most beautiful lighting, a stark divide down the leading lines of her nose composed of red and ultramarine, two sides fighting to display a different aspect of her fierce beauty. I was mesmerized, and even in my staring at her, my habitual intense eye contact I now make with beautiful girls in an attempt to trigger the reality check, I did no such thing. She suddenly motioned to leave, so I switched my attention to the other girl. Equally gorgeous, yet not a similarity beyond the color of her hair.

The girls said they were going to the museum, and I said I would meet them there. I knew that I would be transporting myself. Right in front of them I sprinted, felt the wind on my face, and leapt. I was flying much faster than I usually do in my dreams. Absolutely ripping it about a meter off the ground, swerving corners so hard I would hit trees, but just bounce off and keep going. I made it to the museum in minutes. There I flew through the loading doors and found myself in a massive labyrinth of hallways, flying through them at top speeds. I knew that there would be a destination for me so I continued flying through the unknown, taking lefts and rights and going up and down holes in the floor and ceiling. I found the place I was seeking and the girls were there. The said they were going to the basement to check out something that was going on in the museum. They were going down a stairwell, and I knew that the very basement floor held a secret they were not ready for. I rushed past them to the bottom and found my friend Nico there with another buddy.

We were at the bottom of a fire escape. In front of me a a brick wall. To the left and right stretch low tunnels, far off and around the corner miles away. They are dimly lit, but there are iron bars blocking access to each. On the left, the bars have been breached. This is no accident. They say there have been reports of things down here, but they don't see any signs. Looking off too the right, far down the tunnel I see a small pale boy walking toward us. He has black rings around his eyes, and I know him to be a mummy. Squeezing his face through the bars, I begin to assault this child demon. His face contorts from the blows. He squeezes his entire body through the bars and we pulverize him. Suddenly a red raptor shoves his head thorugh the bars, too big to fit and gnashing at me. I smash up his face as well and another dies. To my left and look to see what I had feared. Raptors approching from the distant end of the hole, and the bars are gone. I look to my partners for help and they have abandoned me in resentment of some past wrongdoing. I pull out the aluminum bat that leans on my desk and took some slow, dream-molasses swings. They are barely enough to keep myself from death.

I wake up after this betrayal.

Another Lucid Dream!

What a feeling. I actually forgot until I started typing this. I was with Chris and a few other friends, and we moved into an apartment in a new city. The city was super advanced and reminded me of New Mambasa from the Halo Series. Next door to us was a groupd of murderous bikers. At first I gave them free moonshine and got them on our side, but when I realized it was a dream I fully stopped time. I looked around my friends and yelled

"holy shit guys we are in a dream. Look around you, this is a real lucid dream. This is it, I broke us through"

I was definitely lucid, but I don't recall trying to grab control. As with my last few lucid experiences, I mainly sat in awe of the realism before returning to the dream state.

I killed those bikers, and then went on to join a movie crew. The film was an incredibly indie love story and Brad Pitt was in it with us. At some point a horde of girls saw us shooting but I didn't go up to them, instead I went kind of near them and never saw them again. Brad's performance was nothing short of incredible, and when we finished shooting he just seemed to humble about the whole thing. Suddenly, when he was talking to the lead actress (who was a complete newbie), He slowly released a tendril from his mouth, that looked like a long strip of bacon, made of sand. It entered her mouth and completely brain washed her, taking her over to the other side.

I ended the dream at this point, to avoid brainwashing of my own.

Inside a videogame was where I found myself last night. I was the Joker, and Harley was with me. We were in a spawning room, and on my command the doors would open and we would be unleashed upon the enemy. But every time the battle would start, my details go fuzzy. I can remember taking shots but have no idea the nature of the enemy, or if we ever succeeded in beathing the game. That is a crazy thing to not know.

I was in bed this morning waiting for a text. Because of this I just kept snoozing and had like 20 dreams.

The only good part I can remember is about this point where suddenly I had a genie. He was hanging at my place with me, when I got a text from my ex. I realized I could ask the genie anything so I asked when the last time was that she thought of me, and he said it was two weeks ago. I thought that was great especially since we haven't spoken for 3 years.

After hanging with him, I went off to town. In town I found a second genie, this time played by Gene Wilder. He was more of a Loki figure and was just doing general fuckery, mainly trying to give all ducks headlights. This was fucking hilarious and we spent a long time just giving ducks headllights, the ducks thought it was funny too. Then queen latifah showed up. She was the Oracle. As soon as she showed up my old genie arrived too, and suddenly the group of poeple was like 75% magic beings. I asked them if the boys upstairs would come and break up the party becuase of the concentration of power and they said the group was nothing compared to Gene Wilder's parents. I didn't even ask.

We spent the rest of the night hanging with ducks when my alarm went off again.

Jay-Z has come to town, and it's a big fucking deal. He's sold out this massive stadium in the park, and there are like 400,000 people waiting in line. At the rear of the stadium is the hood entrance, a spot where all the local gangsters line up and are let in based on how hard they are, and how good at fighting. There are some weird dudes in line that must be superheroes ar something cause one is in a big moth costume and the other guy is filthy frank. I was in the gangster line, and was with the moth guy, right when they were about to stop calling names. I got to the front of the line, and they called the guy directly behind me. Fuck that noise. I start leaving and they're done calling, when they suddenly say my name. I've been called on as security, to defend the one entrance to the building from all of these hoodlums. I stand in the door and everyone asks me if I'm cheesed for not getting picked, but I say that 'I was picked to protect Jay-Z from all you boys' abd I had the highest honor. I left on a motorcycle given to me for this role. I was hanging out with some random girl and talking to her about how much I've lost my memory (which was because I was in a dream, dammit) and then realized I was late for the end of the concert where I had to go give the bike back and meet Jay-Z to get my thanks. I spent like 10 minutes trying on different clothes so I would look like a neon gangster but I was too late so I just left.

I could have been all powerful, but my interest was running pretty low. I chose to be a mage out of the 5 available classes, not to mention the paths each lass had, and this choice was good. I was respected, and for some reason I had the ability to steal cars, which I did often. Sometimes cops were after me, sometimes they were with me. At one point Heeney was my girlfriend, another she'd been dead for years. Strangeness.

I was in a penthouse, and I had long and sensuous sex with Chris' mom.

That was basically it. Hahahahaha.

Pretty straight forward, Chris and I were at a street festival for mulitple nights and continually ran into these two beautiful girls. I was very interested in hooking up with one of them but she was more of a seductress than interested.

This is a nightmare that is really just an extremely complex dream. It all began at Tommy's house. We were hanging out in his kitchen when Tracy said to come check something out that they wanted me to see. Next to the breadbox was a picture of a little kid in a frame.

Tracy walked up to it and said, "Hey, how are you doing today?"
It responded. Not with clear words at first, but with the slightest mumbling, as if the noise came not from a speaker built into the frame but from the child himself, weak due to his tiny size and having to speak through the glass. We took the picture out of the frame and he started talking, his body animated like a Harry Potter painting. The photo was clearly not printed on paper but was in some old 90s media card. Tracy took the media card from the frame and inserted it into a 90s black PDA. It had a camera and an LCD screen and the kid popped up on that. It was not a normal program however, it made no sense. Sometimes it looked like me as a kid, sometimes it would be someone else.

Later on my momand I were talking to him when suddenly the image changed. The child was now a baby. The baby was walking with a cane in a church, extremely slowly. The church was full of old people, and there was something extremely off about them. Suddenly as the boy walked up to a new pew there was a man with his organs spilling out, and the people in the church all looked up right at us and stared. My mom burned the thing immediately. We feared for a long time if we had released this kid into the world not to haunt us, but slowly Tom and I debunked it and figured out the technology behind it. By the end it was no longer a nightmare, but a study in self treachery.

This dream was really something else.

It all begins at a house party. I've come with my friend Wil, but in the middle of the thing we got split off. I met these other dudes who were having a great time partying and I did something that gained me serious respect from them, what it is I cannot recall. At the party I met these two girls. The were clearly Nesbitt and Madison, but they acted like strangers. I realized that I was in some school of sorts, for mechanical engineering or the like. I went to a class in a shack on the hill, and all the dudes from the party were there. I was with Nesbitt and wanted to keep hitting on her so we sat together, and my new friend from the party, who was like Wil combined with a rednek bro, he sat at the table next to us. We started signalling that we just wanted to party, so I began figuring out how to drink in there instead of payaing attention to the lesson. Eventually the teacher left and we went into the city down the hill and got a bunch of beer, then went back up to the cabin. We started drinking and singing and being fools.

Skip forward several days and we've become regulars at this. The ditch next to the cabin is littered with beer cans and the like and the girls always come with us. One night I go up there alone, and I find a godlike figure training his powers for some reason. This distracts me and I miss out on meeting up with the kids. I returned the next night and nobody was there. I went into the cabin and became extremely present, really analyzing the place. Small room with a sink, candle or gas lamps for lighting. There was a little staircase/ladder that lead up, and at the top there was just a tiny sleeping bag and a bedside table. I wondered how many kids had snuck off to this place and made love right there.

As I descended the mountain I realized how much I missed my friends. I saw Madison walking along the bottom of the hill, and I wanted to call out to her but it didn't feel right. I let her

The last night. I'm wandering the city alone, when I hear a distressed voice. Madison is with her girlfriends who are all dressed up. She's in a black dress with Mascara running down her cheeks, and is expressing sadness over a boy who left her. "Why did he do that? Am I too ugly? I thought he liked me."
I walked right up to her, locking eyes as I did so and kissed her. Everything melted away and this moment stretched on for a long time, seemingly in all different places as if a montage of the next few months of our love.

I'm in the cabin again. I'm with Nesbitt and the guys, and I realize the lesson is the same. Everything is the same. I understand that there is nothing else but this cabin and this hill and this town. This is not reality. I try to stand on my desk, defying the laws of this space. I'm met with a celing, soft and make of the literal fabric of spacetime.

I get angry. I get real mad. I tell Lily I'm done living in this universe. I grab a handful of the stuff in each hand, and arms raised above my head I just start ripping. Layer after layer after layer, they could go on forever but so can I. My head slowly moves up more and more, no longer hunched over but nearly fully standing up on the desk as the layers rip away. I can hear birds, something I realize do not exist here on this hill. I can see a faint shade of blue trickling through the material.

In one final tear and raging push with my head, I break through. I broke through. It's beautiful. The sky is a wildly vivid shade of blue, the trees impossibly green. Birds fly, children laugh and smells of the city are wafting by. This is reality. I walk down the road to a corner store and look at the TV in the display. It's an ad for some snack food, and it's the first thing I've seen that wasn't about that damn closed in universe. My eyes gaze past it, glancing up from my current position, and suddenly I see it. A wave of nervous and curious energy crashes over me. There, down the long road I'm on is the hill. It's different now, lined with bushes and with a paved path going up, and the cabin is in better repair. I go up.

In the cabin I find friends from previous dreams. Patrick Stewart is there, getting a tattoo on his body from R2D2, who is programming a set of computer chips in the Patriks shoulder with conductive ink so he may be smarter. The men up here give me lectures on the past, and reality, and tattoos, and then all of a sudden I am gone.

I'm in my bed sleeping, but I'm very tired of this dream. I want it to end, so I think that i'll just go set my alarm off manually and wake up.
My alarm goes off and I wake up. 10:00.


Weird.

Pretty simple dream. I was at a restaurant with some friends of mine when Drake showed up. He was just hanging at first but then DK Khaled came and they started bumping tracks, eventually making some new ones from scratch with a record player. We were all dancing on the tables and chilling, but then for some damn reason I left, and when I got outside I realized that there were hundreds of people waiting outside to see him. I wanted to go back in and freestyle with him but I knew that wasn't happening so I just went away. Eventually, I ended up with his sister in a basement, being hunted by a classic bedsheet girl. I actually just lay down and closed my eyes and allowed it to attack her on top of me but by releasing the fear of it there it disappeared. We went around a corner and there was a short staircase into a comfy looking kitchen and it was daytime, a light was coming in through the windows. I knew that a new boogyman wouldn't scare me at all so I said to her her "The house is reading our mind, it will figure out the only way to scare us in these last few seconds before we get out the door." I turned around to her and she was fully possessed, face contorting and then she bolted at me. I woke up.

Touché, brain.

Pretty simple dream. I was at a restaurant with some friends of mine when Drake showed up. He was just hanging at first but then DK Khaled came and they started bumping tracks, eventually making some new ones from scratch with a record player. We were all dancing on the tables and chilling, but then for some damn reason I left, and when I got outside I realized that there were hundreds of people waiting outside to see him. I wanted to go back in and freestyle with him but I knew that wasn't happening so I just went away. Eventually, I ended up with his sister in a basement, being hunted by a classic bedsheet girl. I actually just lay down and closed my eyes and allowed it to attack her on top of me but by releasing the fear of it there it disappeared. We went around a corner and there was a short staircase into a comfy looking kitchen and it was daytime, a light was coming in through the windows. I knew that a new boogyman wouldn't scare me at all so I said to her her "The house is reading our mind, it will figure out the only way to scare us in these last few seconds before we get out the door." I turned around to her and she was fully possessed, face contorting and then she bolted at me. I woke up.

Touché, brain.

Chris and I moved to china. There was this neighborhoodof new homes that we just appeared in after being at the hunt camp, and there were mostly women in the neighborhood. We went on some sort of tour led by a guy we didn't know who was showing us some new products on the market, I think invented by the people in the neighborhood. One of them was a double sided sex toy that was different sizes to accomodate different sized partners, and the other invention was a car that ran without gasoline, and everyone was excited about the toy haha.

My dream was long and varied, but the one thing I'd love to talk about was a videogame that I created last night. The game was an RTS that was based entirely around drawing lines into the ground. The game starts just like any RTS with a home area with some resources, and the first thing you do is trance a line around an area of resources that will immediately sprout castle walls once you complete the line to itself. An auto algorithm puts the front door, parapets and windows in, and makes a cool castle based on your shape. Then the building spawns workers that work the resource inside. If you trace lines around the castle, it makes walls. Soon after doing this there are enough resources to start buying units. They will emerge from the first castle (you can keep making them) and there are many classes of them. You control them by right clicking instead of left clicking, which draws lines of command instead of building. The lines control their paths and behavior and are very subtle yet complex.

Then you fight the other guy.