Dream Logs DWN-12

Got a bunch of fragments today. Some amusing stuff, but not anything I can use for the competition (womp-womp!). I feel much better rested. Think I'll make intentional sleep interruptions in the next few days.

Scrap Group 1
In a series of industrial boiler and pipework facilities. There were a bunch of filled garbage bags strewn around. I was frustrated at the sight of them.

Highway ride during dusk.

Work stuff.

Rocko's Modern Life dream. O-Town had been razed to the ground from an apocalyptic event. Survivors were fighting over supplies. They were particularly frantic over desk ornaments and other useless luxuries, which caused a major rumble. Flashback to what started this. In a series of factories, robot arms were going haywire. They expanded out for miles out of the facilities to capture people, smashing through buildings as they did. In short time, O-Town was in a panic. Almost all of the destruction wasn't caused by the robots themselves, but instead the frenzied residents.

I'm a clerk in some lower state office. A board meeting was taking place. As the chair was making statements, some obnoxious fat guy seated across from me started throwing pencils at me for some reason. He demanded I return them, but I refused; if he didn't want me to have them, he wouldn't have thrown them in the first place. He fumed loudly enough to interrupt the meeting. Some other fat dude made some joke about the other guy's appearance, prompting a burst of laughter. The embarrassed obnoxious guy glared at me for the rest of the event. Later, a bunch of kids started running around the place, causing a commotion. For some reason, I felt they were somehow related to the obnoxious clerk.

In a college classroom, a small windowless space. A grey haired woman in black was the professor. After class, I rushed off, only to "remember" I'd left behind a small grey bag. I hurried back to rummage among a bunch of other belongings others had forgotten. There were a few items fitting the descritpion, but they lacked the items I was sure was inside (whatever that may have been). There were also two pink fanny packs around, and a green bag I think. The professor at this point stopped me from perusing further.

Simpsons episode. There was a big clipshow of all of Homer's D'ohs throughout the years. This gag lasted far beyond the point where it remained humorous. The major plot involved yet another of Bart's pranks going way out of hand.

In the parking lot of a flat, wide building during a clear late afternoon. I was in the passenger seat in an unknown black stout SUV. My brother was around. Soon, I noticed a bunch of ants crawling nearby. Some were small black ants. Others were carpenter ants. They soon began biting my hand. I instinctively brush off and smash any that are in the way with my hands. My brother observes I should've used a magazine paper nearby instead to do the deed. I get out and hurry to the building. There were tons of peanuts strewn about. For some reason, I felt I'd responsibility to pick these up and place them in barrels. Figured this was why there were so many ants in the vehicle. Anyway, as I shoved the peanuts with my hands, I notice I was putting them in garbage bins, not barrels. Whoops.

In a park during night time. The wide pathway winding before me was paved with light colored bricks. Around me were deciduous trees, maples and oaks from what I could tell. I soon heard the cries of seagulls, and saw such birds fluttering around under antique cast-iron street lamps. Quite peculiar for such creatures to be in a place like this, and at this time of night. I looked around to see if there were owls stalking around as well. I was at the point of making a reality test, but woke up within seconds of thinking that.