Mario's New Epic Dream Journal of Awesomeness

Originally Posted by Mario92

13.12.2009

Glass Shlumping Fragment (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Odd dreams last night. First one was a fragment, having to do with glass shlumping. Some guy had done his shlump backwards and ended up with a bowl trapped inside another bowl. It was pretty, but utterly useless. The outer bowl was this lovely shade of brown or earth-tone. The inner one was this dark green-teal sort of color. Both had a marbled appearance.

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13.12.2009

Teaching LDS To Fly (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Another good dream. I think I was somewhere in the Overthere from Super Paper Mario (for those of you who don't know, it's this big place filled with clouds and Ancient Greece-style structures). Very pretty. I was communicating with LDS over the internet on my laptop. She had downloaded FlightGear and was wondering how to fly the F-16. I sent her a link to the tutorials. Nothing big or fancy in this dream, but it was still quite pleasant.

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13.12.2009

Proper Glass Shlumping (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Now this dream was a proper-length dream. My dad wanted to take me to shlump glass properly this time, and I agreed. He went and staked out the place first. When I arrived at the general area (which was a sort of ranch or something), he told me that there were horses nearby, and wanted to know if I was afraid of ponies. I told him I wasn't, so we moved on. There was a bit of a walk to the barn where we would do the shlumping. This walk took us past empty buffalo pens, with only the rotting carcasses of the odd, undistinguishable animal left over. Buzzards were picking at these. I didn't smell anything (luckily). It was fall, and the end of the buffalo-herding season, I guess.

Anyway, we made it to the "barn," though "Mansion" is a more accurate term. The inside was glorious. Warm, earth-toned rock and marble, secret rotating doorways, a hidden elevator, all that jazz. One eccentric woman came up and told us she was leading a walk...for stoners. Sure enough, the woman in charge (she was scary-looking, too,) tapped the wall in such a way as to cause the sheet rock to fall back, revealing a sort of giant, room-sized elevator. There was this butler-dude who went to a cabinet and pulled out a big bag of weed, which he handed to the woman leading the tour group. As he backed up, intending to slip back into the elevator, the doors closed shut and the rock slid into place. He backed into a stone wall and fell down. His coattails got stuck in the elevator and tried to suck him down. Eventually, the elevator let go. The butler dusted himself off and pulled a joint from his pocket before walking off.

That detour accomplished, my father and I, along with a bunch of old ladies, went out to the glass-shlumping area, which was a real barn. There were empty animal stalls that smelled faintly of barnyard happiness. A guy from my work place (who was gay in this dream) gave us a run-down on what we should kinda expect to make. He suggested either building a house or a good-looking male supermodel. Both would be perfectly acceptable. After a few more details (and some mortified expressions on the old ladies), he left us to our own devices.

We began making the side panels for a house (which isn't how you shlump glass at all). These old ladies were getting everything set up, and they looked like well-seasoned shlumpers. Well, it turned out that there was a sort of a contest going on. Us (myself, my father, and the old hags) against the people in charge (the scary lady, the butler, and the rest of the staff). Well, we were going to win, darn it all! So, we found a good place to evesdrop on the competition. We wanted to find out what they were making so we could make the same thing, but even better. Turns out, they had a similar plan. They had cameras on us and all that. Neither camp dared to discuss its project. One old lady tried to slip up, and covered it up by bursting into song. Another lady joined her in this obviously-fake charade. They ended the song (which was actually quite well-done, I'll admit). Then the dream ended.

...I think I set a new record for my longest dream ever.

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13.12.2009

Devil's Trials Fragment (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream wasn't so clear, but I remember being back in the Overthere. I was destroying monsters, video-game style. I slayed them all with perfect ease. The final test, however, was conjured up by the Devil himself. He summoned up two invincible hellhounds. My task was to defeat them before I died. I called the devil a cheater and ran for higher ground. He laughed maniacally. I jumped up onto a ledge, where the dogs couldn't get me. It was a dead end, and the dogs weren't eager to leave me alone. I backed further up onto the ledge and looked behind me. There was a crawl space of sorts, this small air duct that looked just big enough for me to squeeze through. I gave it a shot and ended up in this big counseling chamber, where the Elders would meet or something. Then the dream ended.