The Realm of the Child

This was merely a fragment of a dream, though it was quite... disturbing to remember when I woke up in the morning.

The Man Who Tore His Own Mouth Off

I don't remember where or when this dream originally took place. It seemed like a futuristic grotto of sorts, filled with large, sci-fi buildings and greenery hanging from the sides of those buildings. Though, I remember only one thing; a man. He was of white skin color, had black hair, was of a fat and round build and wore an open gray hoodie with a yellow t-shirt underneath, and baggy gray jeans. He looked pretty standard anyways. I was told by what I thought was my brother that this was a video that I had to watch, and it wasn't really a video. It seemed to be in the same futuristic place. He began opening his mouth manually with his hands, as if he couldn't do it on his own or something. Though, it soon became apparent that he was about to inflict some serious self-harm on himself, and on purpose, too. He opened until it was wide enough, though seemingly emotionless to the whole act. Not a peep or an expression of joy or pain. He stuck a hand in his mouth, and did what I wouldn't have ever expected. He began trying to pull out his lower jaw, and I began to see it come out of his mouth. I covered most of the view with my hand, save for his eyes, though being in a dream, I could see through my hand. He pulled out the lower row of teeth he had, and threw it on the ground without any protest. He then gripped his upper jaw, and did the impossible. He was going to tear out his whole maw, lips and all. I watched it, the blood beginning to flow, and I felt horrible. It soon was halfway out, and the mouth was like a funnel shaped organ as it came out of a blank hole in his head, and once the mouth was out, it was a tube connected to a smaller one in a hole. He began to show some serious pain, and his eyes began to water with tears. He then somehow yelled out "It hurts!" in perfect tone, like his mouth was still there, though it was still being held in the man's hand. I don't remember what happened next, but it was certainly disheartening.

This dream was simply just strange. If there is any sort of deep and hidden meaning in it, I sure as hell can't find it.

Summer School

I was in summer school at my high school, and though I do remember doing quite well in French, I was taking that over the summer. I hated the class. It was boring, and it had a bad feeling to it, though this classroom was not how I remember my French classroom, but it resembled much closer to my Junior year English classroom, which are somewhat polar to French. Also, the lights were always off. I don't quite remember how much time I had spent in this classroom in my dream, nor do I remember how many students were in the class and if my teacher was canon or not, but I was most certainly detesting every living moment of it, and I don't remember learning a darn thing, either.

Being Black and Having a Third Nipple

This still takes place in my French class, though things changed, dramatically. It was time for class to get out, I believe. I for some reason lifted my shirt, and looked down at my white-skinned chest to find that I in fact had something that bared close resemblance to either a pimple or a third nipple, though I assumed it was the latter. I became a black man, a cartoon black man, and I lifted my shirt once again to reveal my now dark-brown colored (and strangely much more muscular) chest to the classroom. They stared in awe at my extra feature that laid right below my left nipple. The teacher mentioned something about me having showed this to her in the past, though I do not see how that could be, seeing as though I had only just discovered this third teat. Still, I walked out of the classroom, and I felt that class was not over yet, and truly, it wasn't.

Ditching Summer School

I didn't want to go back into that damned French class, so you know what I did after the variably short break? I didn't. No, I instead went into what I think was a math class of some sort, which in reality would be the last thing I would ever do to escape a class that I hated. Trading for a even worse class and whatnot. This classroom reminded me much more of my middle school history classroom, even though it was in high school. It was a much more fun class though. I had friends in it, the teacher let us goof around, and there was even a TV. Though despite it being a math class, we were doing history, and even French! I worried in the back of my mind what the consequences were for missing my second half of French summer school, though I was even more worried about how badly I was doing in this class. I asked the teacher if this class had a lot of French in it, the classmates laughed and didn't give me an answer.
It was now sunset outside, and we were heading into what appeared to be a built-in restroom for some reason.

Welp, not sure what it meant, though it was kind of fun I suppose.

This dream took place at my high school, where the sky was filled with clouds that were of a blue-grey tint, and with every crevice that lead to the sky held a crack of light that shun down upon parts of the campus. For the most part, the school was very much accurate, save for a few little things here and there. Still, kids were doing their end-of-the-year pranks, though it was quite the opposite from the reality of these summer schinanigans. Instead of throwing cold stuff, like water bottles and water balloons, in hot weather, we were throwing hot stuff, like actual lit matches, in cold weather. During a point in the dream were I was heading to my chemistry class, walking in the outside quad of the school, I noticed a boy throwing one match into the open door of an outside chemistry class. I thought it was dangerous, sure, but I went on with my life. As I walked up the stairs heading towards my classroom, I looked back at the class, though what I saw was somewhat disturbing; the partial sight of someone waving their arms in panic, the appendages ablaze with what I assumed was the fire from the match. I then looked back to the stairs, not seeming to pay much mind to it, but neither did the crowd of kids also walking to their classes. Once I got into my chemistry class, which was nothing like I remember it looking like, I took my seat in the back of the class, and I seemed strangely aloof to the whole incident previous, though I continued to wonder what the school was going to do about it and when. I told my friend John who say next to me, and he seemed to dodge the conversation and replace it with something irrelevant, though not long after, a voice came onto the speakers and announced "All students and faculty, please evacuate the school." I knew what this was about, though no one else did, it would seem. I walked out with my friend John, walking down the halls of the school which were quite gray and depressing. John was just making jokes, and that appalled me, but I seemed still aloof to the whole situation.
This dream was similar to the incident that happened during my junior year in high school, where a boy jumped to his death from one of the buildings, though i was much more distraught then.

The next dream, weirded me out a bit. I was Lara Craft from the Tomb Raider series. I was told to spy on some group of guys, and so I did, with this circular red helicopter that had the ability to also go on two legs. I went to my target and simply watched over them with little stealth at all. They were playing cards, and that's all I really remember.

It's been a while, and yes, I've been slacking off.

Anywho, this first dream occurred two nights back. It was certainly interesting, and certainly enjoyable. Water seemed to be the main theme of it. It began with me starting to play some online flash game of some sort. It was for three players, and each got to be Tom & Jerry-esque characters, either a dog, a cat, or a mouse. I was a mouse, and the other two were the cat and the dog. The person playing the cat's voice was strikingly familiar, though I can't recall who. It was a strange, yet fun game where we'd be zooming through streets on miscellaneous objects, flying through pipes and construction sites. Things in the like. The part I remember most vividly is when we were on a board attached to a boat that was going considerably fast. We got pushed underwater, and were still on the board and attached as well. I saw many creatures that concerned me, having a strong fear of going underwater in the ocean. There was a sea turtle that was much larger than us, and it tried snapping us as we passed by. I then closed my eyes, and waited for use to reach the surface again. I don't remember much after that, besides me leaving the game and walking around, only to find an apartment where I could hear people mumbling about where the mouse went. The next part was strange, but very relaxing. We were at a concert, one that was much like "Woodstock", except we weren't in a field or a forest or anything. Instead, we were in tree-huts that were stationed in tropical palms. We stayed in these for a couple of days. The stage wasn't far off from our huts, quite nice of a distance, really. Each one of our huts had a title of sorts. Mine had to do with lizards and my mom's, who's hut was right next to mine, had to do something with houses. My brother's was farther off, and he kept making fun of the names of our huts, though the insults weren't quite clever. He said things like "You hear of cats and dogs, but never lizards!" which, I didn't take much offense to, really. We stood over the ocean in the day, a good 100 feet over it, and it never seemed to be sunny, but only cloudy, which is my visualization of paradise; a cloudy beach. From a small window in my hut, I could see large and lavish hotels with pools and quality service. I kept saying "That's a beautiful home." for some reason. When we were to sleep, for some reason our huts would move lower towards the ocean. My hut had a bit of water flooding into it, but I could still sleep on the ground, though I kept waking up in fear of this leopard shark that seemed to wander near our area. I never did hear a single band play though.

I'll try to be more consistent with these.