Okay, strange dream. I was sitting in my basement, except it wasn't my basement, but it was a basement nonetheless. I was chatting on my laptop with LDS and possibly Fabio, but I'm not sure of this. Anyway, my mother saw the chat screen and kind of flipped out (she has no idea that I even use the forums). I tried to cover my tracks, but to no avail. The next morning (in my dream), I saw my mother logged on to one of the DV threads, though she clicked out of it quickly. I tried to piece together her user name, but to no avail. Then the dream ended.
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06.12.2009
Jungle Madness (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
Okay, this dream was both sad and awesome. I was stranded with LDS and someone else who I took to be her brother on an island. I never saw the brother, but LDS was beautiful. At any rate, her brother fell fatally ill and demanded to be placed in a separate camp. The flies swarmed around him, foreshadowing that the end was near. She wanted me to come with her to see her brother, one last time. I agreed, but it was to be another day before we saw him. In the mean time, I somehow slipped back to the comforts of the modern world, complete with laptop and whatnot. I was in my sister's old middle school, which had been revamped. There were three or four areas lacking a handrail or proper walking surface where one could straddle this gap and scoot to the other side for a free smoothie. As these areas were on the second or third floor, and the narrow ledges opened up to a terrifying free-fall, few people took on the challenge. I, however, laughed in the face of danger and shot right across the ledges time and again, helping myself to free smoothies. When I was done with this, I found this piece of paper with my sister's name on it. It was nothing important, just some random facts about how the school was spending money, but I stole the paper anyway. I wanted to find her and give it to her for whatever reason, but after a close encounter with the teachers, I decided it would be best to simply return the paper and let the teachers handle it themselves.
After all this was done, it was time to meet LDS back in the jungle. I slipped through something or other and met her at her brother's campsite. The flies were gone, and so was the brother. LDS had tears streaming down her face, and I knew that I had made it too late. I hugged her, she returned the embrace, and the dream ended.
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Originally Posted by Mario92
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