A Penrose Mind

Trying to remember a dream is like trying to have a Vietnam flashback, it only happens when you don't expect it to.

Sometimes there are just certain details of my dreams that I don't right down just because there so weird, so off topic, so abstract, that I even ask myself, "Okay what the fuck happened there." Yesterday through today I had three dreams, and they all had some sort of aspect like that. I waited a while to put this down so it's a little blurry so here it goes.

Dream 1:
This was basically a left 4 dead 2 dream, which was actually pretty cool. It's like playing left 4 dead 2 full screen, and by that I mean I was inside the game. I was with 3 other nameless survivors and we basically just made our way through a really really long campaign. I can't remember all of it but I do remember a couple things. We were in a mall. Safe, for now. I saw a man who was in some sort of mall kiosk. At the time I had a chainsaw and a katana. I put the edge of my katana up to his throat.

"And who are you exactly?" I ask him.

I can't remember the details of the conversation but by the end of it he pulls out a revolver. I'm cautious at first, but then I run. He shoots at me three times and I manage to dodge ever bullet. I can literally feel the bullets wiz by my shirt as they just nearly miss me. Me and the other survivors make our way out of the mall. At the end of this dream, it's the final stage, were doing good at first, and then just tank, after tank, after tank just swarm in. We are totally boned. A tank backs me up into a corner. I don't move. It seems to not see me at first. Then it just hits me in the face, since at this time I fully realize this is a game, I feel no pain.

"I'm down, I'm down! He's coming after you! Run!" I call out to my teammate.

He's the last one left. He just starts screaming.

"AAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!"

He's down too. We lost, goddamn it.

Everything fades out and I wake up.

I look at the clock. 4:30, what a big surprise. At this point I don't even care, I just fall back to sleep.

Now this dream, this dream is weird.

Here's as far back as I can remember.

I'm in a bunk bed with a couple of my friends. One of them is listening to a song. For some reason the song has something to do with, periods. Yeah I don't know. This goes on for a while, then I start remembering a concert my dad played at once. Snooki (the jersey shore one) tries to climb up on stage, but then security promptly take her off. For the record, I hate jersey shore.

There's a scene change. I'm at school, well, my dream perception of school, which is very odd. I'm in the gym on the bleachers, which are much higher in the dream. Out of nowhere a bright red but small spider (which in the dream just happens to be the most poisonous in the world) comes up to me and bites me on the hand. After this I get into a huge argument with the government, who happen to just be in the gymnasium, about how they wont help me and that I'm pissed. After the argument settles down I wonder off to some book shelf with a row of books that are basically the "laws of everything" and accidentally knock them down. I remember while putting them back up on the shelf, this girl helped me out and I told her, "Well the law sure didn't help me out today." We share a giggle. I walk out of the gym and then it dawns on me.

"I just got bitten by the most poisonous spider in the world, I'm gonna fucking die!"

I run to a small office that has a phone in it. I dial 911. The following message plays:

"If you are in trouble or have been bitten by a venomous spider or animal (how specific) please head over to, london."

"London!?" I think to myself (london ontario not london U.K.).

I feel defeated. I go into the main office with tears coming out my eyes. MY science teacher is on the computer there, looking at pornographic pictures for some reason. I go up to him.

"You wouldn't happen to have the cure for a (insert spider name here [forgot]) bite would you?" I say with tears in my eyes.

"Sure I do." He tells me.

My eyes fill with hope.

"Really?" I ask him.

"Sure."

"What is it?" I'm anxious to here.

"Think hard." He tells me.

"What, I don't understand." I tell him.

"Think about it." He replies.

Then I wake up. Could he have possibly been hinting that I was dreaming? I've never had a DC do that before. When I ask a DC if I'm dreaming they either say no or avoid the subject. Weird.

I wake up at around 8:00 a.m., 5th of february 2011. I decide trying to fall asleep one more time couldn't hurt. I close my eyes and rest my head on my pillow.

My third dream I'm awake. Not lucid, but awake. As in there is no dream scenario I just do everything I would've done if I was awake. I start by calling up my friend Elmer as I wanted to introduce him into the whole lucid dream thing. He tells me that he has to go to church or something. I decide to get on the subway and just go out somewhere. On the subway I bump into Elmer, with his girlfriend. Apparently they're on a date or something.

"C.J., what are you doing here." He asks me.

"Actually I'm just trying to find a place to sleep." I tell him.

"Maybe on the subway or something, is it okay if I join you two?"

I know he's on a date and all, but I'm just kind of pissed that he lied to me so I try to cock block him.

He says it's okay and we get on the train. Then I wake up.

Unfortunately that's all I got today. I know when to admit defeat:

Dream 5 Me 2.

But better luck next time.

Note: Before sleep I watched a lot of left for dead 2 videos, so I was kind of asking for it.