A Penrose Mind

I've put off writing this down for a long time for some reason. I'm not going to right down everything I remember, just one particular interesting scene.

I'm in a car with a man. We know each other, we went on a mission previously in the dream and have become quite close, though I cannot necessarily agree with his methods or notions. He's just said goodbye to his son, Fang (he's from the book Maximum Ride).

"Poor boy, lost his mother when he was just little." He tells me.

"Too bad, I'm sure she was a nice lady." I reply.

He turns to me.

"I think I'm going to have to kill you." He tell me.

I slightly freak out at this statement, but calm myself down by reassuring myself that I'm armed (I have two holsters on my ankles, one on each, carrying 9 mm pistols).

"Really now, why is that?" I ask him.

"He thinks I like you more than him."

"Really? The kid is only twelve."

"I know, and he looks a lot older doesn't he?"

"Yeah, he does." (even though he was only 12 he looked as though he were 17).

"Do you really think this is necessary?" I ask him.

"Completely." He replies.

I have my eyes on the guns on my ankles, even though we've been through some times together, I'm ready to put a bullet in his chest to defend myself.

"Alright then," I tell him.

"go ahead."

As I begin to reach for my gun, I wake up.

I decide I want to see what happens next so I DEILD.

I'm in a street. It looks as if it's raining or it just rained. I see a car that crashed into a lamp post. There is an electrical wire hanging from it and it looks dangerous. I continue to wonder. I find myself in a field. I start losing lucidity and just aimlessly try to walk across it. A couple of college kids with large cases of beer in their hands bump into me. It seems as if they're in a competition, and are trying to make it to a certain destination before another team. The spill some of their beer on my shirt. Apparently the name of the brand is "Frito". Their objective is to get this slab of meat (which is placed on top of the beer cases) across the field before the other team. Since carrying all those beer cases slow them down, I'm easily able to jog next to them. By the end they figure out that the other team has already made it. They set down their beer and meet and slouch down in defeat.

Suddenly I find myself back in the car. Were at a different destination. We continue our conversation.

"Wait, there's gotta be another way." I tell him.

"Alright maybe not you but for sure your mother has to go."

I start to contemplate the idea.

"I can have a couple of men in there and they can put her down in under a minute, but you would have to cut the phone lines, so they wont be able to call for help."

My conscious is telling me no, but the anger that I have built up against her over the years is telling me another thing. I decide there's no way.

"I'll think about it." I tell him.

He give me another option. He wants me to go inside this dinner party. Were already parked outside.

"Let's go." He tells me.

I point to my ankle pistols.

"Do you want to hang on to these?"

"Hold on to them, your gonna need 'em." He tells me.

I turn off the safeties on my pistols remembering that it might be the reason guns haven't worked for me in past dreams. We get out of the car. I begin contemplating whether I should just shoot him while he isn't looking, but decide not too for what ever reason. We walk inside. I notice for some reason I'm carrying a revolver in my hand. I walk in and no one seems to notice or care. The man (let's call him Jack) tells me to walk into this area. I go by the door and immediately get shot by what appears in hind sight to be a silenced sniper rifle. Jack starts to freak out. I guess they shot me because I was carrying the gun. I kind of just brush it off after a while (it was kind of like when you get shot in call of duty). As jack continues to yell at me in a whisper a man who looks as if he has great importance bum in to us. Jack says that he knows him and quickly ducks behind me. I try to conceal the gun.

"Hi there." I say to him with a smile on my face.

"Enjoying the party I presume?" He asks me.

"Oh it's lovely." I tell him.

"Why thank you very much he tell me." He then walks away.

Jack and I sneak out the front door.

"Well wasn't that a disaster?" He tells me.

"Here get rid of this." I tell him as I hand him the revolver.

He throws it into a bush outside.

"Here get this jacket off."

He takes off my jacket and hangs on to it.

"Go in there, meet someone, then come back to the car."

I do my best to conceal my ankle pistols and walk in with a whole new attitude. Soon after I wake up.

Dream recall's shit today. Went to bed around three times.

Dream1:
My friend Hudson says that if I want to join this club or something that I have to go to the 32nd floor of my building. I go into the elevator and hit 32. It doesn't let me go at first. I then realize I have to press another button labeled HQ, then press 32. I do so and the elevator starts going ridiculously fast upward. The little screen says I'm going passed floors called "gg" and "bb" until I finally reach 32. When I get there the elevator is not completely up level with the door. I say screw it and just go back down.

Dream 2:
My friend Hudson tells me to go into the Vatican with a bunny for some reason. I find out afterward that apparently the Vatican hates bunnies. My friend mocks me for not knowing this afterward.

Dream 3:
Me and my friends were in Egypt. The protests and riots are still going on. This guy comes over to us and starts complaining to us or something. We just kind of ignore him and go into the subway, and boom were back home. I'm in the subway station. I bump into my buddy Kevin. He's like "hey what's up". Then this girl comes up to us and apparently she knows him.

"who's this?" I ask.

"this is Claire" he tells me.

She introduces herself. She has short black hair and appears to be middle eastern. After the three of us talk for a while the trains on both sides come. Kevin and Claire are going on the west train and I'm going on the east. We wave goodbye to each other. After a little while I get off at my stop, and Kevin's there!

"Kevin! How'd you get here? I saw you take the other train."

We both get on the north train.

He tells me that when Claire got off at her stop, he climbed onto the top of the train and ran back.

"wow that's amazing!" I told him.

"yeah I even called some helicopters to get it on tape."

Right on cue two helicopters with cameras attached to them came zooming past the train. They then docked on some garages or something. The train finally stopped. Apparently I'm going to a lucid dreaming school or something like that. After I say goodbye to Kevin, I head to the school. It's really small and only like 20 people are there. I do some stuff there for a while and then, I wake up, realizing the irony of my situation. The dream seemed to have lasted 2 days but when I checked the clock I'd been asleep for no longer than a couple of hours.

Dream 4:
I'm In front of a two story building, it looks kind of like a hotel. There's a rope hanging down from a railing on the second floor. I decide to climb it up to the second floor. On my way up for some reason I hear two hot chicks having sex behind me, but I know I mustn't look. When I get near the top some woman there looks at me, thinking I must be crazy. I finally reach the top, with pride. I then see a stairway that I could have easily taken up instead. I start to walk down and then bump into kevin.

"projection Kevin!" I think to myself.

I grab him.

"is this a dream?" I ask him with some fury in my voice.

I know with no doubt that it is but I want to here it from him. He starts acting strangely, sporadic, nothing like the real Kevin, almost as if he's possessed. I can't remember what he said, but after a while I woke up.

Dream 5:
Everything is fine and good. I'm in my apartment on my computer, and then I see a zombie outside on my window, clawing at the window. I run to by balcony and close the door and lock it. I tell my dad to do the same in my grandma's room. A little bit before this dream I acquired an ability to shoot microwaves out of my hands by plugging some cord into my hand, so I plug in and charge up. I remember telling my dad:

"You see, I told you we should've improved our arsenal. Now there's a zombie apocalypse going on outside and we have no weapons!"

I also remember afterward telling him something along the lines of: "this is the kind of stuff that happens in dreams! But we're not dreaming now are we?" (how ironic). Afterward I woke up.