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Nephanim's Dreams

Atrocities of the Organization

Nicole and I were staying with my parents in Texas. Austin was sick, but my parents couldn’t take him to the hospital because the health care infrastructure had been taken over by a group calling themselves (simply enough) the Organization. My mom did her best to take care of him, and his situation seemed stable. We assumed he would be able to wait a few weeks for a military action to sort out this mess with the Organization. As the days wore on, the news reported that the Organization’s reach was spreading. They captured residential lots for use as barracks and weapon storage. What they didn’t capture, they ransacked. All of the food, water, and valuables were stolen from countless homes in the vicinity of the hospitals. It was a terrorist attack on a level the country had never seen. We decided to build a secret basement beneath our home. Although building codes prohibited the construction of basements in Houston, the area beneath our house was suited to that, so we didn’t have to worry about any serious health issues – at least, that’s what my dad thought. I wasn’t so sure. He finished digging it out in two days, and we moved a good portion of our food down there. We left enough food upstairs that the Organization would just take it and ignore the possibility of people hiding under the kitchen tiles. It wasn’t long before the Organization made their rounds… We could only get the news by radio now, and many of the standard broadcast stations had been knocked out, so much of what we listened to came from other people like us living in secret in their own homes. The airports were under the Organization’s control now. Everything seemed to be getting worse, and Austin’s condition wasn’t getting any better.

A few days after the Organization stopped running in and out of our house, my dad and I went outside to check out the area. It was spooky how normal everything looked. The streets were empty, of course, but the houses all looked fine on the outside. We went door to door trying to find anyone who had hidden themselves properly. We found a couple of corpses, but I tried not to dwell on it. I didn’t know any of these people, anyway… We found one family that did the same thing as us. Their basement area was a little larger, so they invited us to come stay with them. My dad wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but we agreed to attend a party. When we got back, we told the rest of the family all about it. We went back to the larger hideout the next evening to try to enjoy ourselves for the first time in a while. Unfortunately, a passing truck under the control of the Organization stopped in front of the house. The driver picked up the music playing in the basement from his vehicle. Before we knew this had happened, the driver called a couple of loading trucks to the scene. They infiltrated the house, broke up the party, and captured everyone as prisoners.

We were loaded one by one onto the trucks with our mouths gagged and our wrists bound. I thought it was dumb of them to leave our ankles untied, but when they closed the back of my truck and locked the door, I realized there wasn’t much we could do to escape. I had to sit in pitch black darkness for the whole ride. I wasn’t even sure where we were going… After the first few turns, I was lost. Maybe in Illinois, I could’ve followed the trail better, but I wasn’t familiar with this area. I knew Nicole wasn’t on the same truck as me… It didn’t seem like they were shipping women anywhere different from the men, so I was relieved at least by that much. I had even less of an idea where she had been sent, though. The truck stopped at another house, and they loaded some more people onto the truck. It was becoming crowded in the cargo area, but they didn’t care. We were just merchandise to them. I supposed we would probably end up doing slave labor for the rest of our lives.

By the time we reached the next stop, I realized the knot binding my wrists was loose enough to wriggle out of. I freed myself and cautiously undid the knots binding the men on my left and right. We left our gags in so the Organization wouldn’t notice we had untied our wrists. It worked like a charm. We could undo the knots just as well in pure darkness as in blinding light, so it didn’t matter that we had to work on them en route. We had most of the prisoners free by the third stop – and that was way more people than they were ready to deal with. We had to leave some of them bound, but we were able to rush the soldiers in charge of the loading process and take their guns from them. Only a few people died. Someone else killed the driver of the truck. We were the only truck on this street, so there was no one else to challenge us. Everyone scattered, and so began my long journey across the country.

I found out they had taken me over the border into Oklahoma. I figured it would be fastest to make my way back to my parents’ house from there. I didn’t have a car, and besides, the roads were dangerous with the Organization about. It seemed they were no longer content with just taking supplies. They needed an army of slaves for something. I didn’t intend to trust my fate to chance again. I walked from Oklahoma back to Houston, sneaking into restaurants when necessary to supply myself with water and food. I kept away from the major roads when I could and made short work of crossing them when I couldn’t. I don’t know how long it took me, but I made it back to my parents’ house. I was a little disappointed to find that I was the only one who made it back… None of my family members were in the same truck as me, so I hadn’t been able to free any of them. I didn’t check the other house to see if those people had made it back. Their hideout had been compromised. Although ours was empty, at least I figured it was secure. I stayed there for about a week to give Nicole time to find me. When she didn’t show up, I put a backpack of supplies together and took to the wilderness again. This time, I headed for Illinois.

Traveling during the summer was rough, so I was grateful when things began to cool down. It meant that I had taken a long time to cross the country, but I hadn’t been counting the days, anyway. I was too worried about what might’ve happened to Nicole and my family to think about something as abstract as time. Eventually, I made it to the edge of Chicago. A big storm blew in from the west, and the whole area quickly flooded. I jumped on the back of an Organization truck when the driver wasn’t looking and rode it into the suburbs so I wouldn’t have to spend so much time in the pouring rain. It pulled off into someone’s backyard, so I took the chance to hop off the truck and continue on foot. As I passed a house, I saw a television on inside. I wondered how long it had been playing… There didn’t seem to be anyone in the room. The TV played an episode of the Fairly Oddparents in which Timmy Turner gained the power of invisibility. He tried to save a girl on a motorcycle from the Organization, but he was unable to do anything. They threw her on a train and took her away. I couldn’t help noticing I was in a similar situation…

I had to wade through three feet of water to get across Nicole’s street. Her house was empty. Her garage was empty. All of the canned food was gone, and it basically looked like no one had been there in ages. I noticed that Cleo was also gone… I figured she had decided to fend for herself if she was still alive. Since there was nothing for me to find in Chicago, I decided I might as well go back home and prepare the house for my family’s return – if they ever returned. The trip back took even longer than the trip there; I had lost much of my motivation. The winter months weren’t so bad since I made it far enough south to avoid most of the snow. The new year arrived, then spring, then summer, and I finally made it back to my parents’ house. When I went inside, my heart sank. There were people everywhere. I immediately assumed they were with the Organization and threw up my hands in surrender. It wasn’t worth fighting anymore, I decided. If they were going to kill me, whatever… I didn’t want to live in fear like this anymore. Then my eyes narrowed. Nomad was with them. Nomad wouldn’t join the Organization. I noticed many of them had weapons strapped to their bodies. Some of them – including Nomad – had war paint on their faces. These were rebels preparing to stand up to the Organization. They laughed at my surrender and pointed me to my mom and sister. I was shocked by how similar Chelsea looked to my mom. It had been a year since I saw them, and Chelsea changed quite a bit. I hugged each of them several times. By this point, I was already in tears. Just finding one of them would’ve been enough to make the past year of running worth it.

I headed straight for the secret room, hoping to find my dad and Austin. My mom grabbed my hand before I could reveal the entrance. She hadn’t told the rebels about it yet, and in case one of them really was working with the Organization, she didn’t want them to know. She said she didn’t know if my dad was awake right now, but he would come talk to me soon. I sat down with them in the kitchen to wait. My mom explained that she and Chelsea had been separated from my dad and Austin early on, but they were reunited at the start of winter when they made it back to the house. She spared few details of their experiences… The Organization was trying to construct something to control the minds of the human race, but the details of this weren’t exactly clear. I made a mental note to ask Nomad about this later. Within half an hour or so, my dad walked into the room. He had a pistol on each side and wore a bulletproof vest. I felt small compared to him. It was obvious he’d been through a lot in the past year. I hugged him several times, too.

Immediately, I asked him about Austin. I hadn’t seen him in the building anywhere. I assumed he had just been in the basement or something. My dad put a hand on my back and led me outside. Because of his silence, I already knew what had happened. The tears started flowing. He took me to a little garden beside the house. The plants were artificial, and they had words written on their leaves. There was a little piano in the back for some reason with certain keys marked. It was a memorial for Austin. I knelt in front of it, wondering what I should do. Praying didn’t seem right, but what else was I supposed to do in this situation? My dad read the memorial leaf by leaf, but I couldn’t understand any of it. The whole thing seemed ridiculous, like he would tell me at any moment that Austin was actually just sleeping in the basement. That was just a hopeless wish, however.

“How long has it been…?” I asked, covering my eyes.

“Since November,” he replied. “We couldn’t get him the help he needed. The winter was too much for him, even here.” I could hardly breathe. My only brother was dead, and I never got to say goodbye. I knew how my dad felt about his brother’s death. Was this normal, I wondered? My thoughts raced out of control. I wondered if I would ever see Austin again… Probably not, I decided. There was nothing left of him. I knelt there for several minutes in grief before I could even move. I knew the Organization could come by at any moment, though, and if they saw us here, they would want to search the house. For the sake of everyone inside, I sucked up my tears and went back inside. I sat down on a bench in the basement to be alone while I tried to grasp everything that had happened. All the time lost, all the families torn apart… It was all because of the Organization. My immediate family gathered in the basement to try to cheer me up.

“When I saw Josh was here, I thought he was going to tell me he brought Nicole and two kids,” my dad joked. Clearly, this didn’t help much.

“I haven’t seen Nicole since the party,” I choked. It took me a few times to get this out. I went through my whole trip in summary, stopping whenever the horror of Austin’s death or the year without Nicole gripped me. When I finished telling the story, everyone seemed to agree that I should try going back to Chicago and finding Phil. He might be doing secret work for someone in the city, my dad suggested. I couldn’t imagine anyone having a stable job with the country in its current state, but it seemed remotely possible that he could be working in secret. In that case, he might have a place for Nicole and her family to hide. Knowing Nicole had to turn up somewhere, I agreed to give their idea a try. They probably wouldn’t see me again… I could come back and find all of them dead. We went outside for some reason and sat in the backyard. The sun was already setting, so it was too late for me to leave. I would have to stay for the night. After I finished talking to my family, I turned back to the house. A number of the rebels were staring at me. As Apheri appeared at my side, I put my hand on her black hilt.

“The Organization will pay,” I whispered.

That's Not Dandruff

Nicole was scratching my back in bed for some reason. She stopped and stared at me.

“It’s like you have dandruff all over your back…” I twisted my head around to see, and there were white, moldy-looking patches all over my back.

“That’s not dandruff,” I explained. I didn’t really try to figure out what it was.

Playing Cards before the Show

I went to see a musical at a theater with Nicole, Phil, and my dad. We brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but our dads bought some pizza, too. They were really disappointed with the pizza; it was expensive, but it wasn’t that great. They only got one pepperoni for every three slices of pizza. We also brought a deck of cards and Monopoly to entertain ourselves before the performance. I told Nicole I didn’t really feel like playing Monopoly, so we stuck with the cards instead. Our dads didn’t want to play with us.

Brothers in the Trunchbull House

I was one of two brothers living with Agatha Trunchbull, the principal from Matilda. My younger brother wasn’t aware of my existence because she kept me locked up in the attic. Trunchbull had a sister from Alabama who drove a crummy car. She spoke her mind, no matter how rude she came across, and her voice carried a thick Southern accent. My younger brother went to a restaurant with her, but he managed to sneak out. He accidentally broke a small lawn mower in someone’s front yard while playing with it. The person chased him down the street. He brought the lawn mower back to the restaurant, pretending he found it on the side of the road with the trash. When Trunchbull’s sister saw it, she was so excited that she danced out of the restaurant and had him put it in the car right away. She seemed to think it was a large lawn mower, but it was smaller than the kid presenting it. They put some wooden planks in the back of the car, too. They weren’t even, so she said the kid would have to run over them with the car. She almost hit a fence turning the car around.

That night, my brother and I both left the house without the other’s knowledge. Amazingly, we both went to the same video rental store. I talked the owner into letting us rent a couple of movies for free. It seemed like he and I were close friends. I told him to scan green writing on my hand, and it actually brought up a movie: the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. Although he admitted the current state of the economy was pretty poor, he let us borrow that one for free, too. Outside, I walked with my brother down the street. I told him about how I liked to spend weeks at a time living in secret rooms at the local school. I promised I would take him someday if he didn’t tell Trunchbull. We both went back to the house.

The next day, Trunchbull took both of us to a restaurant. She was going to eat steak, of course, but we would have something a little less appetizing. We didn’t make it that far. Everyone asked for a glass of water when the only waiter (also the owner) came to our table. This guy had a habit of splashing water on my younger brother every time he came here, mostly because Trunchbull tolerated it. This time, when he splashed water on my brother, I took my cup of water and splashed some on him. The waiter was mortified. Trunchbull tried to grab my throat, but that didn’t stop me from splashing him again. He splashed me once, but I still had some water left in my cup. I emptied the rest on his head. It seemed perfect; since water was free, he would have to refill my cup if I asked. The other kid laughed hysterically over this, but Trunchbull was furious. They left early, and I ended up sitting by myself outside the building. It started raining… I watched a couple of little girls running in puddles together and wished I had an umbrella like them. I missed Nicole.

After waiting three hours, I stood up and walked around the perimeter. The owner was sweeping the dining area inside, so I knew he would close up shop soon. I could come back in an hour and sneak in. I started to head down the street toward the school, but then I heard a familiar voice call my name. I turned and found my brother standing at the other end of the vacant lot next to the restaurant. He asked if I started the forest fire. Of course, I had no idea what he was on about until I saw it for myself. A distant forest was ablaze. I could just barely make out the sound of the fire trucks’ sirens. I assured him I had nothing to do with it; I was just sitting by the restaurant the whole time.

We stopped at the entrance of a sewage tunnel. It would connect to the school eventually, I explained. My brother cut a drape at the front to get in even though I kept telling him there was another way in. I didn’t want to cause obvious damage… That would attract the police. When we went inside, I showed him the steel grate separating the two halves of the tunnel. We wouldn’t be able to walk side by side on the same half of the tunnel, but he preferred to stand behind me anyway. As we went further in, it became very dark. My brother started getting scared. I took out a match and lit it. Up ahead, I saw three rats standing on a dead animal’s carcass. My brother screamed, which prompted the rats to run toward us. I considered that this was probably a bad sign… Under normal circumstances, the rats would’ve run away from us. I clenched my fist and punched the rat in front when it reached us.

The scene rapidly changed. I found myself sitting in Enchain’s study.

“All gone,” I said. I was glad I didn’t get bitten by rabid rats. I looked at the white curtains drawn over the window. A small amount of light filtered in through them, illuminating the bookcases built into the walls.

Gravity Error and Synthetic

I was playing WMRBO. I guess there was some kind of misunderstanding between me, Nicole, and Gravity Error. We were no longer mentioned on their guild page as members. Viral had decided not to associate with us at all, and I got the impression that we were in some kind of legal trouble… When he found out we were playing again, however, he was desperate to recruit us. By the time I heard from him, we had already joined another guild called Synthetic. Everyone in this guild had a really long, bizarre name. One person was named Quil Quil Qiuo Ferret (with the fourth word changing depending on the character), while another was named Krhysanarralanka. I made a new character for myself and picked a class called “Enchanter” because I’d never heard of it before. When I got some skill points, I was excited to check out my skills until I realized they were just ninja skills… I wondered why the name for the ninja job was wrong.

I decided to look for a certain lower headgear. It was a robotic attachment for the jaw or something, and I understood that it would enable me to fire dream energy from my mouth. The mob database told me I could get it from a vocal. I headed straight for the rocker field. Since I was already south of Prontera, it didn’t take long. I wandered the field until I found and killed the vocal. It didn’t drop this time. I saw that I had a second client open; I was also logged into Nicole’s character. Viral had been messaging her for a while… He kept begging us to come back to Gravity Error. I switched back to my character and told him plainly that we weren’t interested.

Possibility Control and Chemistry with Ragnarok

It was the start of the fall semester, and I had a whole new class schedule to learn. My new IPRO was heavily based on programming. When I arrived, Professor Winans asked everyone what we thought of having a final exam at the end of the semester. Obviously, everyone was opposed to the idea. There’s enough going on in an IPRO without exams… Even though we all said no, she still decided to give us one. It would be a huge programming assignment. She left the room for a bit, and I buried my face in the surface of my desk. Sooraj tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I’d seen Ana Popa. I said I hadn’t and that I didn’t think she was in this IPRO. As it turns out, she was. She shouted at us from the other side of the classroom.

“Before I leave the country, we need to go see Death Valley!” she demanded. I groaned. It was hot enough here, but it would be even worse there. I hoped she could wait until winter.

The dream jumped. My next class was from the humanities department. The course title was so vague that I couldn’t understand why I signed up for it in the first place… It was called “Sandal/Buckle my shoe.” I kept checking the room assignment and the class time so I wouldn’t forget it. I sat down on a sofa outside the Idea Shop and started texting my mom. I wanted to tell her about my new IPRO. I realized halfway through the message that I was already half an hour late for my class! I grabbed my backpack and jumped off the sofa. As I hurried toward the door, I realized I’d forgotten where the classroom was again. I knew the room number, but I didn’t know which building to go to. I checked my schedule on my phone again. It was in Keating.

The dream jumped. I was waiting outside by a busy street for a ride to Keating. Someone was trying to make me late for class in order to disrupt the flow of possibility. I slammed my fist into the fabric of space-time to destroy their interference, and my ride arrived instantly. Unfortunately, the time traveler was persistent; he started meddling again as soon as I got in the car. The driver announced that he wouldn’t be able to take me there right away.

“Come on, man, I’m forty-five minutes late already! We have to go now!” I had to use Geass on him to prevent any further manipulation from the future. Once he was under my control, he didn’t protest anymore.

The dream jumped. I was the only one who enrolled in this bizarre sandal class. It was taught by the clone of Hubert J. Farnsworth. I protested immediately when I saw him. This kid definitely wasn’t qualified to teach anything at the undergraduate level – or any level, for that matter. I hoped there was just a mix-up in the schedules… I wanted to shout Feeny’s name and have him teach instead, but I supposed that was kind of pointless.

The dream jumped. I was walking in Fairfield with the TA I had for electricity and magnetism. She made me fill out a form about Ragnarok monsters and items. There were three different versions of the form, but since other people had already filled out the other two, she picked mine for me. The first question asked what my favorite blacksmith monster was. I wasn’t even sure how to answer that… I wrote Munak even though it didn’t make sense. There were also questions about which monsters drop certain items. I considered using RateMyServer on my phone to look up the answers, but I supposed that was cheating. This couldn’t possibly be for a grade, anyway.

The dream jumped. When we arrived in the lab, I discovered that everyone in my lab section played on WMBRO. I told them I was the highest level player. In order to pass me in the rankings, they all teamed up to kill me. I died twelve times and lost a level each time. My adjusted level put me at rank five on the control panel. It didn’t make any sense… Some of the people above me were only level fifty-seven. I showed this to Nicole, and she had nothing to say about it.

Standardized Test for Graduate School

I arrived at Willowbrook to take some kind of standardized test for graduate school. I walked in late, sat down in the front row, and finished the test in less than two minutes even though it was designed to take a couple of hours. Everyone was furious that I finished so quickly. Most of them knew me from various classes, so they remembered that I usually finish exams first or close to it. I was in a hurry to get out of the testing room before any of them could lynch me. Some people started playing music in the testing room… As rude as that was, the proctor didn’t do anything about it. I went out to the parking lot and called Nicole. I asked her to pick me up on her motorcycle. There were only a few cars in the lot, so I was able to roam freely. I waited at the end of the parking lot for Nicole.

Nicole is my Pizza

Limia and Marc were giving a special lecture on circuit analysis. They treated the class to pizza because the lecture was food-themed. After drawing a simple charging circuit with switched parallel branches, Limia labeled a couple of the elements in the parallel branches as “Yi.” She wrote it too small at first, so none of us could see it. Once it was large enough to be legible, she drew a cheeseburger off to the side.

“You can think of this burger as a capacitor,” she said. “The buns are the parallel plates, and the food between them is the insulating medium. It’s not a very good capacitor, but it has a capacitance that you can calculate.” She showed us a diagram in our textbook that had pictures of cheeseburgers with meatballs inside the buns. It looked really good. I found some pictures of spaghetti with meatballs, too.

“Meatballs are my favorite unhealthy food,” I said with a nod. Amar overheard and seemed to think I said that he wasn’t allowed to eat bacon. I tried to tell him again what I said, but I accidentally replaced meatballs with bacon, so I had to try a third time. He gave me a weird look and said that meatballs are actually very healthy. I wasn’t convinced. I grabbed another pizza slice and sank my teeth into it. As soon as I made contact, I heard Nicole yelp.

I awoke to find her trying to kiss me in bed. I had bitten her lip thinking it was my pizza…

Sunburn Fever Dreams

I had strange sunburn dreams in which I tried to quantify the pain each portion of my body was feeling due to the burns I got today while canoeing. I rated my forehead as a 2.5, my back as a 10.0, and several areas around 7.5. The total pain rating fluctuated as I paddled around in nothingness.

There was a fight. Vampires. In School? Then an escape. There are enemies. Also, there are some old enemies (reminds me of the manga Beelzebub) that became allies.

Then I have a bearded dad (looks so Viking). Fiction. There's a huge eagle. I transformed into a huge eagle?

We were fixing electrical stuff on the street. It's raining, and there are huge leaves. We used some for cover, like umbrellas. We used the wire to power up... something. Then someone saw us, a local actress (forgot her name). We were with Jim Carey. She said she's ashamed of what we're doing.

I was in our college, Lasalle, but it looks a bit different. Actually, it looks a whole lot better. We're supposed to be in front of the coliseum, but there are covers everywhere, and it looks cooler.

There are Amway and N21 stuff there. I ran to them and wanted to buy, but I didn't have enough money. I felt depressed.

I was going to Bacolod from Manapla (1 to 1 and a half hour travel distance). I was going to take a test.

27.07.2011

Wasteland (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in my old neighborhood from Fayetteville. For once, it actually showed it as it is -- post tornado.





(not from google images)

It was night time. There were still no street lights on the road pictured above. Some of them that were still up were broken on other streets, or slanted. Houses were messed up left and right.

I was riding my bike back from my ex's house to my old house to go get guns, because Rick and I had none (see previous DJ. Rick from Falling Skies),

At an intersection, a guy in a blue minivan came up and drove up to me, miraculously avoiding the overturned SUV. He pulled out a gun with his right hand while still in the driver's seat, casually showing it to me.




(not from google images)



I said, "Come on man.. you got a gun. You mean I can't even fight to attempt to get out?"
He laughed and said "hah.. yeah. Pretty fucked up ain't it?"
"Man this is bullshit." I replied. I dropped my bike and got in his van. He never noticed Rick.
"This place is a wasteland. The world's severely fucked." he said.

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I had gotten free of him by breaking the rope around my hands and killing his henchman with my fists. I ran back into my old house and grabbed the only pistol there and one hunting knife. I had one more I took from the cellar I was trapped in earlier. The pistol had seven bullets in the chamber. It was a Baretta.

I ran back to the ex's house. Her house was elevated by a stucco staircase, and another house was directly across from this staircase (as if the front doors were on the adjacent sides). Rick and I got to the top of the staircase and saw three kids and a man. I looked at Rick and we both tried to hug the wall and get out of view. All three kids saw us and I put my hands over my lips to say "shhhhh..."

They didn't speak, but as the staircase curved toward the door, the man saw me. He drew his weapon. I aimed down my sights and shot him in the lower stomach to my right. He slowly fell to the ground, and tried to shoot as he was going down. He aimed directly at me. I started strafing and jumping as if it were a video game, scared out of my mind. Rick stood there staring.

*click* *click* *click*

The man's pistol wasn't even loaded.

The children continued inside the house. I went over to the man's body and found 13 rounds, preloaded in 7 and 6-bullet magazines. I took the empty mag just in case.

27.07.2011

Staging Murders (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in an old-fashioned two-story house. It was me, my friend Jerome, and, again, Rebecca Black, who was again my girlfriend. (seriously, it's getting old.)






So, again, here's a picture.

There isn't really much way to describe it. Rebecca and I went upstairs into a room and locked the door after having Jerome lure Hunter out, as we had staged a murder.

We did this again with another murder.

Yeah.


And there were no doors.. lol

This is a memorable dream from a couple of months back I thought I had listed up but apparently didn't. Worth listing anyhow. (Note: I have a gazillion ones I could list but my dreams are so nonsensical that I rarely do)

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So I was on this field with a few of my close family and friends. A couple of trees and a grassy ground. There was this slight hilltop. I approached it. On the top there was this ancient looking well, built from big stone blocks that had vegetation growing on them. I hear faint whispers from the well. I summon a couple of my family members to listen too. They too hear it all. Soon, my vision blurs, and we are sucked into the well.

We find ourselves on the floor of a big cave. There's a couple of hallways leading somewhere. And the well is still visible upwards. We pick one of the hallways, which is not cave anymore, but rather a mayan looking underground structure. We continue walking through it and hear the same whispers throughout. At some point, the voices got louder. The voice was a loud low pitched male sound with a sadistic tone to it. It informed us that we were there and stuck, and that he was going to play games with us.

So we spend hours wondering around while the voice with his powers traps us in individual rooms, tortures us, and releases us and so on. The thing says he'll give us one chance to get out. We are going to have to play ball with him, literally. There was this game of what was kinda like football, but all moves allowed, where the voice summoned living statues, again in the mayan artistic style, to act as players on the field in the game. A friend of mine scores and the entity lets him go. We continue playing, and ultimately loose, resulting in us being tortured to death by the stone giants beating us down.

1) Doctor Mallick. Einstein (or Edison...) exhibit in a museum.

2) I'm washing my face, CP_Steel from Team Fortress 2 is on a poster to my left. Think about death.

I was with a black girl and I started to suck her toes. She starts to press on my dick with her other foot. At some point she changes into my wife and I start to fondle her breasts. She turns over, face down on the bed.
I go downstairs to get a drink and a group of teenagers ring the bell. I ask them why they are here and they avoid my question. More kids come to the front yard and someone shows me a laptop with an old photo of myself. I become suspicious and start interrogating the kid. Somehow I discover that the laptop was owned by an old co-worker

I am at school, in P.E lesson in the school gym, it has a very high ceiling and has a wooden floor, with different coloured lines to signal courts for different sports... It also has a load of equipment lined up along each of the four walls.

The P.E teacher was an older man called Mr Robb.
It is the end of the lesson and mr robb gathers us all together and explains that P.E was not what he wanted to teach, he wanted to teach mexican wrestling, but because it is dangerous the school won't let him. He tells us that he has had enough and will be holding classes for it but it will have to be held in secret.

I don't know whether to go or not but i really want to. I speak to some guys who say they are up for it and they head off to the secret lesson. I waslk across to the other side of school and on my way i am just looking around, i see a classroom window above the cafeteria... Suddenly someone in a mexican wrestling mask appears to get slammed into the window, i recognise this as lex. We continue onto our lesson but i can't stop thinking about trying out for this class, i find Lex and ask him if they are good he tells me "its mental! and i aint going to go again!" He tells me not to try it. This only makes me want to try it more.

I find Robb and tell him i wanna take his classes. I then go to find Joe to tell him im gonna go, i know he will want to as well. We enter the gym and Robb arrives and tells us that it is all high flying manoeuvres so we have to be in t op shape and able to lift our own bodyweight easily. he walks away from the group and i see he is walking towards two trampolines, one red, one blue and i get excited. Instead he pulls down on a cord and 4 ropes are pulled across the room by a mechanism on the ceiling. He asks for volunteers and a random DC steps forward, Robb tells him to climb the rope as high and as fast as he can, the DC doesnt get very far, another DC tries too but does the same. Robb is getting angry and says "for god sake! Is there nobody that can climb up!?" I step forward "Ah ben" he says "get up there lad!" i walk toward the rope and climb it easily... Robb cheers, as i reach the top i look down and jump off, everyone gasps as it is quite high up but i land & roll. I get up and wink at Robb, he laughs and says "looks like we found our star pupil" i rejoin the class. We carry on training doing an obsticle course. After some time i tell Robb "im going for a quick lap around the school if thats ok?" - He nods at me and i exit the gym, turn left down some steps and onto the tennis courts... I leave the tennis courts from the left exit and start jogging and i reach a grass bank... As i am jogging i see a pile of rubbish, desks and old chairs etc... I leap with all my strength and jump much further than i thought possible, i see that i am heading straight towards the old desks... Not wanting to get hurt i twist 180 degrees in the air and curl up, when i land i land in-between the two desks. I smile to myself and carry on running.

I head towards the field where the small bank is... It dips down quite steeply and there is a road passing between the end of the grass and a car park on the other side. On my right there is a large bush, as i reach the bush and the top of the hill i jump again, again i jump much further than i expect and from where i jumped its a lot higher of the ground from last time. As im in the air i notice a large group of girls to the right of where i will land... I land, commando roll, once on my feet i look up and smile at them, then continue with my run.
I enter the gym and robb starts me on training, i am running around the gym and doing different exercises as i go. The students in the class are split up to the four corners of the room doing different workouts in each corner, i am pushing them out of my way as i go.

Next i am standing on a raised platform, hobbs is below me standing on the floor, i jump & flip in mid air, landing on his shoulders/chest in a crouching or sitting position, he goes down hard.
Suddenly a teacher comes bursting into the room and marches straight towards Robb, he starts shouting and we all know we have been caught.

For whatever reason, I didn't care about my dreams when I had woken up, and now I've forgotten them. I did however remember one dream after the two , because I was more... awake after the last one.

I was on an island. I seemed to be on the shore. I was confused as to why I was here, and where I was. Directly in front of me was a tall rock wall. To the left was a path that split into three ways. To the left, was a bridge of some sort to a small locked room that went around the rock wall. To the right, was just a pier that went towards the water. I went straight onto a somewhat skinny slope that led onto a a bridge that led to another piece of land. Said piece of elevated land went up to some kind of cave.I assume this to be Nayru's (Legend of Zelda Goddess) shrine, as it was blue. I then had weapons in my possession, and things changed. There were monsters of some sort, wolves, a towering humanoid inferno, and a very strong sea creature that was severely damaging the towering humanoid inferno. I went down the path, killed two wolves that tried to kill me, and went back to the left path. There was a chest on the small pier next to the small room. I went to open it, and it disappeared! I had low gravity, so I could jump up and see inside the tiny room, as it was roofless. I saw the chest inside, and went to open it again, and it reappeared outside of the room. I decided to get help, and picked up the chest. I took it up to get help from somebody so they could open it while I held it. For whatever reason, I knew it was Din's treasure.

I woke up.

Went to bed 11:45-12:15
Goals: MILD
4:05 Girl steals soccerballl

6:20 At school sitting at some kind of lunch table, laurel is sitting across from me and she is talking about how, on a previous night i had sent her messages calling her laurel. She apparently wanted to be called something else but i dont know what.

*Flash of being at my house doins something with my sister, almost like cleaning or something, jessica had been there i think but she leaves and comse back later in the dream, wehn she pulls up amber is in the passenger seat. I rem wondering why they both came.

6:51 Was liike advertising lollipos or something

7:30 Had a dream i was at home and sara had been visiting. I rem we were in my bed, i rem lying next to her and smelling her. Later the dream shifts and she is gone, jessica is here. She has to go see amber for something so she leaves. Before sara left i realized there was a glass on glass bong and a big pile of weed in the floor, i freak out and hope she doesnt notice. She doesnt and after she changes and leaves i put it away. Later in the dream i try to rem where i put it and cant find it.

I go into the backyard to help my bro with something, my sister and wayne are there too i believe, i think wayne may be eating or something. Jessica texts me saying shes done and that i should get the movie ready and something else, i tell her im helping my bro and ill let her know when im ready. Dont rem much else.

9:18 I rem walking into like a small hotel room. My sister and mom as well as my aunt jacki are in there, there is also a very young girl and an older male dc. When i get there my aunt is talking to the little girl, she is asking in a playful voice if im gonna sit down when i get inside, i do. The dream gets pretty strange, it turns out that this room is some kind of underwater vessel, we are on vacation and are about to head back across the ocean. The vehicle takes off underwater, the only way i can tell is out the front window of the room i can see underwater, its nightime and the ocean is like pitch black, i start to get kind of scared.

I say something about going during the day, saying it would suck to drown in the ocean in the middle of the night, some dcs agree i think some laugh. No one else seems worried about it so i just close my eyes to meditate and every once in a while open them to see our progress. LAter in the dream i open them and we are inside like an underwater cave, there are images being shown to us from the window, its like we arent traveling anymore but instead are in some kind of virtual reality thing. I rem as the images flashed by i could hear a mans voice narrarating, the one thing i rem him saying was something about the seasons while he showed season pictures.

I still have my eyes closed the majority of the time, and the things the voice are saying usually dont encourage me to open them. Last thing i rem is not being in the room anymore, im outside of it, there is a small train track up to my right suspended in the air, the tracks go through the walls, a door opens and a bunch of water spills out, a small green bucket comes riding down the track. It has like another bucket on top that spins out water. A random dc next to me says its what we were riding in. It was so small i became very confused in the dream, wondering how we rode in that.

Dream from night of 7-26-11


I was in some sort of school or colorful building. I was in real trouble because I was going to die. I didn't know how, where, or when but I knew that I was fated to die. It had to happen, in order for other events to occur and the world to move on. I had to die, and I had accepted this. (the entire dream) I spent time getting my things managed, putting things in place, and trying to get a hold of my family to tell them the bad news, and say good-bye. I couldn't get a hold of anyone, my brother, my parents, my roommates. I even tried calling my ex. All I could do was leave messages of me saying good-bye. While I was doing this there was a short, blonde, kind of puggy woman following me around, wearing an all black lacy dress. (Kind of a goth look). She kept taunting me, and teasing me about my death. I just tried to ignore her but she kept following me around. I had a feeling that she was a part of it somehow or orchestrating it. I actually caught her trying to steal my soul. She was a sorceress. I took back what part of my soul she managed to steal and for some reason said "you can't steal a music major's soul." I ran away from her and ran to my dad's house. I was just waiting for my time to come..still trying to reach any of my family. I looked outside and thought, "wonder when this is all going to go down..." with that though a black horse and carriage came down my street, driven by a massive figure dressed in black and with a mask over his face. I said, "there it is I guess". They stopped short, right in front of my neighbors house. I saw through my neighbors big living room window, to see the nuclear christian family that lived there, sitting around in the room playing guitar and singing together. The driver of the carriage along with a short man, and a tall lanky butler dressed man, charge through the big window and just slaughtered the family. I tried shouting to them to ask if it's me they wanted....the butler man heard me turned around and gave me the "one moment" signal with his index finger, then continued inside my neighbors house to kill them. After they were done they came up to the end of my yard and urged me to come inside the carriage. It was the carriage of death. They were invisible to everyone else but me. I got inside the carriage and knew that they would take me to the place of my execution.


I woke up.

Ok last night I had a dream where I got out of bed. (The moment I got out of bed I knew I was dreaming) I went down stairs and saw my mother. I tried to ignore her as I went to the door to open it. As soon as the door was open my mother said to me "you have blood all over you". In response, I said "where?" When I woke up I could still smell blood and later in the day I had a nose bleed.

27.07.2011

Rebecca Black, Angry Mom, Obama Speech, Concert & Hockey, Intimate Soup (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream is looooong. I have some tag words written down, so many not be able to remember it all as it's so long.

"Where's A.B. when you need her?/pus neck, youtube, torrents, free market, hide the reg, entire epic, gf, school, obama speech, mom moves in, goft cart ending, ABQ Dumpsters, concert at obama area, porno soup, TH @ familiar ice stad, w/Rick & Andrew"

Honestly, I have no idea wtf I was thinking when I wrote some of these.

It was my Fayetteville house, except made of Stucko, and the rooms were different. The windows were more "futuristic" and there were no blinds or shutters. Three stories this time.

I was with my girlfriend (dream girlfriend, I'm forever alone. haha) out front of the house. It was a parking lot with speed bumps and dumpsters and everything.. just like my apartment. She looked an awful lot like Rebecca Black.

Spoiler for plot spoiler for TNT's Falling Skies:

& the girl from Falling Skies who was selling kids with her dad. The one that liked Hal.

Except she had black hair and a slimmer figure. She was wearing a yellow shirt and black leggings. I jumped on her and blah blah blah we played around for a bit. (get your mind out of the gutter)




Selena's figure, but had Rebecca's face.


It was dark now. My mother popped out the door and told me to come inside. I was behind this girl without her knowledge and I ran up and jumped on her back. She laughed and I jumped off. We walked inside. I had cooked soup. We were going to eat. It was just my brother, myself, and said girl again. This is how it was supposed to be. In the dream, the implied knowledge was that it was my brother's house.

Then my mom walked in. "NO! EAT THIS!"
Brother: "Mom calm down!"
Mom: "BULLSHIT. I COOKED AND BY GOD THEY'RE GONNA EAT IT. I'M NOT WASTING MY TIME."
Brother: "Unless you don't want your son to get laid."
Mom: "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. HERE."
The scary part is that this is how my mom actually is, not a dream distortion.

She swapped out my soup with hers. Dream girlfriend and I got up and left.







Her soup

We were rather ticked off. For some reason unknown to all but the dream world, we couldn't fuck unless we ate this soup. Makes me laugh now.

So, I walked forward and she disappeared. I ended up at an Obama speech. He was on a concert stage giving a speech. This time was third person, I was looking from above him, as if the camera were the stage lights.







There was a massive crowd that was there. Three people in the crowd were singled out in my vision, connected by a green line.

The speech went on, then these three were singled out again.


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I was back out at the front of the house. Girlfriend was wearing black jeans and a black shirt this time. I ran up and we were playful as usual. It was morning, and she laughed and said "alright see you at school" and rubbed my head and smiled. I walked across the street and two golf carts were coming in the furthest lane going the wrong direction around 30mph. I jumped up on the curb and walked past a wall to a sidewalk through a park.

Dream ended.












FRAGMENTS I COULDN'T FIND WHERE IN THE PLOT TO PUT:

We were looking at the house's front door. "Well, if you go right past those dumpsters.. it's a free market."



My brother had a big pus bubble on the back of his neck. "Where's Ashley Burette when you need her?"
*name changed



Rick from falling skies was following me as I took him some place to "hide the reg." whatever that means.







Tokio Hotel was playing a gig at a make-believe ice hockey stadium (which I have dreamed at before). The stadium was completely packed and had an even number of guys and girls, surprisingly. Their vocalist still looked like a girl, as always.

I was near QW. I was trying to get home via the streetcars and busses that ran along down there, but I couldn't figure out which ones to take. They always said they were going to a destination, but it always ended up being in the wrong direction or something.

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I was apparently at my house, though it was totally different. It was much more spacious, and all the walls were a deep purply-blue. SL was there. She had wanted me to show her this dance that I had a long time ago to the CA song. I laughed, wondering why she would care to see that, but decided I would try to remember the dance.

I searched for the music, but couldn't find it. When I used Youtube it would just randomly change to other songs. My itunes library somehow didn't have the song, and nor did the CD I had used for the CD player or my mp3. I sighed and told her that I gave up on finding the song.

I did, however, show her a random makeshift flamenco dancer costume. Lying on the floor was a red corset with black lace trim (not part of a dancer's costume, I know, but it was there >.> ), a red and black flamenco skirt, flamenco heels, and fishnet stockings. I showed them to her and told her that I had made the corset. Then it ended.