Oneironaut Zero: Dreamwalker Chronicles

07/09/2011
Hammered. I remember Nothing.

07/10/2011
Dream Fragment One:
(I know that there was a lot that had gone on in this dream, but I can really only remember a small section of it.)

I was with a group of people, in a tall, hollowed out building. It was like a barn, really. There was a tornado coming, and we were all strapping ourselves down, so that we would not get blown away, once it hit. It was a lot like the end of the movie Twister, actually. We were tying ourselves to leather straps which hung from the ceiling. I had a rifle or shotgun with me, and had a make-shift holster for it, that was slung over my back. It was a really long and cumbersome sheath, much like the one for my great sword.

The winds picked up and the twister came through. I could see the torrent of weather outside, through some seemingly wide-open hole in one corner of the building. At one point, we were actually suspended from the floor by these straps, with our feet unable to touch the ground. It was all pretty intense, but ultimately nothing too noteworthy happened.

The last thing I remember is going back outside, after the twister had passed, and all of us having to jump over a chain-link fence, in a rush to get...somewhere. I dunno.

Dream Two:
"Outside the Octagon"

I was in some nightspot which looked like a cross between a dance club and a game room. At the far end of this place, there was a separate bar, which I believed was some sort of VIP affair. Nonchalant and curious, I made my way over to this area, making sure that no one was watching, and then I slipped through the doors. I found myself in some pretty slick strip club, picked out a seat near the stage, and watched the show for a while. They had some hilarious 'audience participation' games, where people got to go up on stage and do ridiculous things to win money and whatnot. Somehow, I ended up getting picked to try out for a massive mixed martial arts tournament that was coming up. (I don't remember much about how I actually got picked for it.) I got up on stage, along with a few other guys from the audience, and waited to hear about what to do next.

Time skipped ahead and I believe it was the following day. I was being ushered into this arena, and there were literally hundreds of dudes signing up for this tournament. There was a sign-up room set up in what looked like a normal high school gymnasium, where a certain number of guys in different weight classes had to be chosen by other guys, to fight against. It didn't matter who chose who, initially, as there was going to be another stage in which everything was to be evened out, somehow. There were guys of all builds and social groups; thugs, nerds, rockers, hillbillies. Everyone. So many of these guys were huge, though - definitely out of my weight class, and I'm not exactly 'small,' myself. I'm no professional fighter, though, so even when I saw some of the smaller guys, I paid attention to their demeanor and attire. I tried to steer clear of the smaller Asians, wearing their gis and dogis, knowing that their sizes could be very deceiving. An old co-worker of mine, VS, showed up in line. He was actually behind me, but shouldered his way passed and gave me this trouble-some grin before moving off to stand in front of a guy that he'd apparently already sized up. I thought about giving him shit about pushing passed me in line, but I had seen the way the staff of this event had been handling those people that made too much of a scene, or didn't follow directions. At one point, one huge official took a trouble-maker to the ground and began beating his face in, on the floor. I can't remember what it was the guy did, but it was pretty trivial, so I decided to keep my mouth shut and not rock the boat. Finally, I found someone who looked like he might be a decent - but fitting - challenge, and went to go stand in the line forming in front of him.

Overall, the atmosphere was just insane. Everybody was hyped, and there were ring girls passing booze around to everyone - even us potential fighters. There was standing room only, in the bathrooms, and they even had ring girls refilling our cups with free beer, while we waited in line to take a piss. Afterward, we had to go through another check point, where people were checking our IDs. There was this really attractive girl checking the IDs for my line, and when I got to her and pulled out my wallet, it took me forever to find my ID. I just kept digging through my wallet and pulling out everything but my damn ID. She was cool about it, but getting visibly irritated because I was taking so long. Finally I found it, and she let me through. We moved through another hallway, and I could feel the adrenaline mounting. I was beginning to feel so pumped up - like I could take on the world. I began bouncing around while I walked, getting the blood flowing. I realized that I was bouncing higher and higher. Before long, I was bouncing over the entire crowd and almost touching the elevated ceiling. I only thought this strange for a mere moment, and was not able to induce lucidity. Also, while moving down the hallway, I developed the ability to slide along the ground, with my feet. It felt like there was a lot of sand on my feet and I was just trying to stop really quickly, from a fast pace. However, I could tell that I was sliding for much longer distances than seemed normal. It was fun, though, and I was having too much fun with it to think much about it. I even heard one of the guys behind me talking about it like "Whoa...how the hell is he doing that??" I looked back to see the guy trying to copy me, but I noticed that his slide was much shorter - and more realistic - than mine. (Still, not enough awareness to induce lucidity.)

Another line. I don't even remember what it was we were waiting for, this time, but it was like being at a theme park and waiting at the turnstiles, with hundreds of people milling about, around me. I met this gorgeous chick, who was standing in line in front of me. (I didn't even stop to think of why it was now a co-ed line.) She was short, thick in all the right places, and had long brown or black hair. She looked Latina, but I can't be sure. We were conversing for a bit, and I asked her if she was single. She smiled and said no, but then seemed to hesitate a little bit and finally added that her boyfriend was back home in Missouri. This raised my interest a bit, and just as I was about to talk to her a little more, some dude came from out of nowhere and put his arm around her neck and shoulders, guiding her away from me. The authoritative way in which he did it - and the submissive way which she responded - seemed like the guy might have been her older brother, or guardian, or something; like he was trying to keep her out of trouble. My best friend T was suddenly behind me (which I didn't realize as strange, since he hadn't been in the dream, before then), and he gave me a nudge. He noticed, just as I did, that the girl kept looking back at me - numerous times - as her supposed 'protector' guided her off to a different corner of the arena.