redisreddish's mess of dreams is still messy

~I was at camp again. Everything was just like normal, except the counselor of our cabin was Nomad. (That would've been the most interesting week that camp's ever seen ) He was making all of our cardboard robots (something we made at the actual camp) come to life. They were flying and rolling and running around all over the place. After a while they ran out the door. I'm pretty sure I was lucid, although I never really RCd or anything. Nomad showed me how to make it rain in little areas, like when sad people in cartoons have rainclouds just over their heads. It took me a few tries, but I suceeded in getting the space in front of me to rain. I tried to move it around the room and it disappeared. I made another attempt, though, and it worked.

Then our regular counselor came in, in a wheelchair for some reason. Nomad left, singing a song whose words I can't remember. The guy who had pushed the other counselor in started singing "Rhythm of Love" by the Plain White T's.

~A guy was walking down a street in a big city in the middle of the night. He headed over towards some kind of cake dispenser to get a birthday cake. There was a lever on the side like a slot machine, which he pulled. In a little window on the front, a picture of an octopus came up, and a giant octopus appeared. It kept turning invisible. (Poor man. Came for a cake, got a big octopus instead. )

~I was standing on the front porch of my grandma's house. Out of nowhere, my friends Wesley and Austin tear up in this tiny little car. It's like a VW bug, only the right size for a five-year-old. Somehow they get me to squeeze in with them. I'm more than a bit concerned as they speed off again. The steering wheel is on the right, manned by Austin, and the pedals are on the left, controlled by Wesley. The only thing I can do is freak out as they fly around random turns and keep almost tipping us over. I wake up when they try to drive across a rope bridge and it falls apart.

~This one was from my perspective, but I wasn't me. I'm pretty sure I was a vampire. There were empty, hilly fields in every direction, and the sun was beating down on everything without a single cloud in the sky. I think there was one dead tree a little ways ahead of me. I was walking down a dirt road towards one of several small, shed-sized buildings that looked like individual prison cells. Apparently I was the death sentence at whatever place this was, and I was heading out to kill someone. Only two people passed me as went along, and they both ducked their heads and walked faster until they were a ways away. I wore a long, red, hooded cloak. I was irritated that I had been called out there, but somewhat amused by the terrified screams coming from the cell I was headed towards.

I kind of don't like that dream; it was creepy.

~And then I just remember something about watching Shrek.