non-lucid

I remember I was on vacation and I came back to this hotel. Very vivid and semi-lucid. I lose lucidity and come back to the very orange hotel with one of the capacious foyers visible from space that recur in my dreams. Nevertheless I show up and my $200 room is 12 square feet. I'm calling the cops on these assholes now because I am angry, but feel calm (dream emotion?) I just leave and stop at a different hotel. It's surrounded by trees. The road pattern is similar to the development I live near.

The second building came right out of SC 2013. I walk in and go to the elevator, but my luggage is missing. I have to go back to floor one. That is very unpleasant. I am on floor 64 and the time the elevator moves is always the same. At this height, the elevator might as well be free-falling downward. It's slightly painful when I "land", (at least the dream is vivid, I guess). With that bad memory, I leave.

Skating down, the neighbourhood, I fall after a complex series of tricks. I'm on a bike, running from a blob eating away from existence behind me

Now I'm in a car driving away from a wall killing everything and moving along the road. Now it's a twisted BMW commercial where the driver needn't worry while carnage and screams of horror are emitted behind him. I point out eventually he'll die too.

I go to a third hotel, somewhere where I won't be scammed. You have to climb scaffolding not very sturdy, but it's a nice room. Yet again, it's the foyer that seals the deal. It's like they care more about attracting than returning customers. Everything's white or wooden brown. Not Mirror's edge white, a wood paint white easier on the eye. There are tables for a buffet and obligatory steak joint. New dream exposition. I visited a relative and I'm leaving now. I feel oddly satisfied.

I forget why, but It's a long term chase. I'm sleeping in Melbourne today. I'm going to drive to France tomorrow. (what?) As I see the tall evergreens shade one side of the street, I enter the most comfortable rest stop in existence. Well, it would be comfortable if spies weren't everywhere. How am I not dead yet. So I put myself inside a toilet, remembering the spies would hear me if I flushed. When I leave, I manage to enter my cousin's apartment (It is 200 miles away.). I gear up, get my chicken wings, figure I shouldn't use the bathroom, and travel to the afterlife, in a car, while alive, and with my irl family. I need to use the bathroom. I open the door, a tiny room infront with the actual door to the bathroom. It's obviously a trap. Of course they don't have bathrooms, everybody is just out to get me, as usual. Avoiding that trap,(I never avoid any danger that exists) I plan with the group, but the constant traps have already thrown our morale into an incinerator. Even my good jokes can't help it. The battle is already lost...Wait, battle? Oh yeah, there was an assassination buisiness that was trying to run when I was annoying it. So that's why this happened. I think anyways.

Something interesting. Okay, so two people are talking for a little bit. The “owner” (became a god of the nearby town or something I don’t really know) of this giant white palace I can only describe as a square coliseum with no bottom says she needs to go shopping. After she leaves, the other guy, who is joined by two other people now, breaks some breakable terrain that kind of looks like the stone blocks from ssb Brawl. I am going to start to call this guy Patrick of P for the sake of having a name. I don’t remember much of one partner he had, but the other one wore all black. And had a concealing hood that made him/her (I am going to go with her) look like a black blob. She complains that we are going up against bottomless drops and she doesn’t want to go back. Not like I have any idea of how she left hell the first time, but whatever. P wears a really badly made shirt.

At about 9:30 last night I read a mad lib from the internet I filled out, and whenever they asked for a body part, I submitted either cracked anus or red bull wings (like at the end of those commercials. I could always remember this YouTube video; search sse abridged and the first video it is really funny you should watch it. Anyways “[while flying with wings] Oh, no I am going to, oh wait, I had a Red Bull this morning"). The point is Patrick had both qualities, [dont ask me how I knew about the cracked anus part] and despite having just sprouted wings literally, the shirt wasn’t even remotely there; no tear was created. Oh, and that shirt was so unevenly made it went half the way up his ribcage on one side, and went down halfway on his thigh or just his waist I don't remember. Oh, and he wore really generic black sweatpants shorts. As Patrick used this ridiculous machine to slowly float down, (red bull is inconsistent; don’t chance it if you find yourself sprouting wings from Red Bull in your dreams, or do, It’s not my call but it fits this story I guess), he proclaimed that “All want to get back at [the owner] now. This means everything will go my way.” Indeed it did, until that same owner came back. I am thinking "he's messed this up"

“That’s it, you come by, give me your usual talk, and then this happens.”

“Yeah, I’ve guessed I’ve really fucked myself now”

“Listen, I know we are of the same, we both are adventuring, wanting to venture wherever possible to feel all cozy inside, so I’ll pretend this never happened on three conditions; you walk slowly and take loud steps [so he stops trying to break in places, I don’t’ know but I don’t think she says the other two things or I forgot them.]” After climbing out Patrick did actually walk slowly in his nearly-knee-high boots and even comments on how everybody is so worked up about organizing workflow these days even when walking home, they still try to get there as fast as possible, and not even make an attempt to buy groceries or whatever or just enjoy nature on the way. I now take control, and the red bull wears off, I think. Now I help the townsfolk have some fun with my magic tiny dome shooting clawshot. Wth happened here. Cut to a failing family business claiming this week they will run out of spare cash.

I was thinking about this story all day (or so I think) and on the bus home, to which everybody is surprised at me even though I am not doing anything. I think “I can’t wait to write this story” *wakes up*. “wow” Also one other dream I was in school but everybody always takes caution around me. It was because the school was getting paranoid and they noticed I am really good at playing Payday. Third game I dont own that shows up dammit

After an unforgettable party where I was overall having a good time and; (gulp) forgot, I was in the passenger seat of a car being driven by a thirteen year old freind of mine on a road with a speed limit of 180. Anyways only bikes by the other party-ers past us despite that speed. Around a 150 degree turn the speed dropped to 135, and my friend really drove that fast. After about four turns that merged onto a highway I realized they all looked the same.

We arrived at about 6:25. (close to reality I think) My freind parked, got out of the car, and started aimlessly walking. However this is a car that slowly inches forward if the parking brake is off. So I shift into park on a sideways stick (not actually a stick but what do you call that thing you shift with). And the police realizes my underaged friend was driving. driving age is sixteen in my area. I suppose its his job to sort all of that out. He also parked in front of a store door on the sidewalk. Also I leave that to him. The party starts and after about twenty seconds he says it is over and we all have to leave. I claim "it has been only ten minutes". My watch said that."Well I'll at least take this pie to go."

After being bored in a black room waiting to go outside with no way home, I leave. I figured where I came from and went over there. Some monster out of epic mickey crushes my car in front of my eyes. From weird camera angles I see some green superheroes talk about them being out of my league and bla bla bla. Now I am watching from a 2nd person perspective my car driving itself along a snowed on tube. The track looked like that tube fire field course from fzero gx. Run away from all of the game references. This dream ends here.