Rawracookie's DJ

The main character is the eldest daughter of an inventor. I "am" her at this point. I guess she is about 16. A flashback occurs. The inventor puts something into this big explosive ball in a thing that looks like a giant coffee pot. His family is in the protective pod.



He pushes the big red button and dives into the pod. It starts closing. The eldest daughter, a toddler at this point, almost sticks her head to see out of the crack in the sliding door. The father pulls her back. The eldest daughter has a Nintendo DS. The ball explodes just before the door closes. Everybody was safe. Flashback over. I experiment with inventing. My father takes me to the explosive pot at the prompting of my mother. I'm supposed to experiment with putting energy balls into it. I put a ball of energy in and dive behind father, who is wearing some sort of futuristic armor. Part of it is a protective cape. As the pot explodes, a small chip is blown through the armor in his chest plate over his heart. At this point, I am now the father. Someone examines me and says I will go into cardiac arrest soon. I am at my house now. I can feel the heaviness in my heart. I ask my wife for sex. "Last chance now" I say. She says I should teach the eldest daughter some more. Sex with my daughter crosses my mind. I can see the daughter doing her father who is unable to resist due to physical inability. I'm not sure if this image is part of the dream or if I am woken up and just visualizing it. The heaviness in my heart goes away a few minutes after I finally get out of bed.

I am at the grocery store with my mother. She wants me to type something as she says it. I chose the Nintendo DS (the phat version that I broke some years ago) over my phone and netbook for quick booting.

All the standard relatives are at the Th.'s for some sort of partyish thing. They make coffee in the far back addition. I decide to help by making coffee. I do it on a small table next to the stairs up. I end up with some grounds floating in otherwise clear water. Grandma Th. comes over and asks what I was doing. Her coffee pot shatters. Eventually I am let off. I sit at the table in the kitchen next to uncle Er. He has a strip of paper with a domain name on it next to some dollar amount. He just bought it for a fictional website. I wonder about the domain name I was going to get. I don't remember after that.