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    1. The alcoholic drink. Fri 18/01/13

      by , 01-18-2013 at 09:41 PM (MysticalDipshit's Archive of Epic Dreams)
      I hate it when you can remember a dream, but there's a part in the middle where you no something else happened, but you can't remember what. -.-

      Dream 1
      I am on holiday with my family, but for some reason, I am really annoyed with them. My mum and my grandma are trying to get me to go on a day out with them, my dad and my brother, but I really don't want to go. *Time skip* A while later, I am stood on the balcony of our villa, looking down onto a huge, public sized swimming pool. On the right hand side of me, in the pool are my brother and dad. They start shouting at me and being evil. My dad then throws a snowball at me, which I manage to dodge and catch it at the same time.My mum then walks past and tells them to stop being so evil.

      Because I'm annoyed, I walk back into the kitchen. Strangely, I slowly do a handstand and start walking around the kitchen on my hands. I get the idea to make the alcoholic drink that I thought of earlier. Some how I created a memory of getting the idea for a new alcoholic drink. This memory came from the time of anything that happened during the time skip. Walking over to the fridge, on my hands, I go through it to find all the ingredients. I have a recipe, but it's just an image in my head (Like a dream memory).

      At that moment, my mum walks in behind me, and says "What are you doing?". I reply "Just making an awesome new alcoholic drink." She looks puzzled, before saying slowly, "How are you making an alcoholic drink with sprite and butter?" She points to the ingredients.

      I think about it for a minute, "I don't really know. The secret ingredient has been erased from the bottom of the recipe.


      And then I wake up, before immediately going back to sleep. The second most vivid dream I had was this:

      I am going on holiday (Again. Each of my nights always seem to have the same theme. Before, it was christmas, now it's holidays. XD), and I'm in a futuristic world where cars travel through clear tubes and stuff. I'm stood in a terminal area with my dad. He points to my left, and says that he thinks we need to go down those stairs. I give him a weird look and say "Dad, that's the subway. We need to go that way". I point in the oppisite direction.

      This part seems really racist, but I'm not.

      We go into a line that says UK residents only. 2 guys that look Indian step in front of us, and make them moved to the immigration/other people line. I think that it is really racist because they could be UK citizens. This happens a couple of times. Then a white guy appears behind me, and I remember thinking, what is he was foreign?The just don't arrest him because he is white. He then speaks, and I realize he is foreign. Security just look at him and then look away.


      I also have a few random memories such as a cartoon animation of a digestive system, and how the food goes through the body, Traveling through a dark cave in search of magic mushroom, and partying outside a house in a blizzard.
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