SquillTwin

Garret, my brother and I are setting the table when Garret says that there's going to be a break-in!!!

I run to the door just in time for it to start opening. "F*** off!!!" I scream as I shut the door with a bang. I jam a stool into the door for good measure, then leave to call 9-1-1. Garret and my brother take my place.

They don't last long. The phone is ringing in my ear and the thugs (there were three) rush in when I wake up.

In my living room, there are a bunch of flat blue cards on the ground. Upon closer inspection, they are cutouts of old nickelodeon cartoon characters. My mom is sitting in a nearby chair. She watches me, and I suddenly understand that these are supposed to be some sort of gift.

Yippee skippee, mom.

I start rifling through the cards, and my mom gets that I don't really like them. She asks, "What's wrong with them?"

"Crap," I think. "You're treading on thin ice here, William." "Ummm, what are they supposed to be?" I ask.

"They are collector's items!" She says. "They will-"

Suddenly my choir director, Nina (see Music is Life) bursts through the door, hands me a box of Ritz crackers, says, "Here you go!" then runs out.

I put the crackers in the cupboard and head further into the kitchen. There are four girls sitting on the floor. The have what looks like spaghetti sauce all over their mouths. "What have you been eating?" I ask.

The all reply, "Miranda."

WTF?????

I grab one of my blue cartoon cards and open it. I pour out some sort of spanish rice on my green plate. There is only one bean in the whole thing.

One girl cries, "Ew! That's just starch and beans!"

I "wake up." Everything is just a little too dark, so I do a RC. Sure enough, I'm dreaming. "Cool! " I think. I proceed to say, "Clarity now!"

Instead of popping into focus, my dream (yes the dream) begins to shake. With the shaking comes an intense drowsiness.

"WTF?" I think. I do another RC. Yup. Dreaming 100%.

But, something about this dream feels very off. This feeling is very weird, it wasn't like something inside the dream was off, but something about the dream. I knew I was dreaming, I knew I was actually just lying in bed, I knew I could do anything, but there was something. That something scared me.

I realize that I have to change the dream scene. Fast.

I think of a beautiful, glowing, blue underground palace. With this in mind, I spin around.

Instead of exploring an amazing palace, I wake up. I do a RC. Yup. Awake.

Katara (from Avatar) and Mercer Frey (from Skyrim) are arguing. Mercer wants Katara to go on a mission, but she doesn't trust him. She stomps away angrily.

The next day, Mercer visits her camp. He bribes her with a new weapon: The 250-damage battle-axe! "WOW!" She says. " I've always wanted to see one of those things!"

The Skyrim inventory pops into my vision, and the battle-axe appears in my hand. I run around flailing the weapon randomly.

I am playing Minecraft. Well, living it, not playing it. I am literally inside the world. I think suddenly, "Duh, I'm dreaming ." I plug my nose to make sure of this. Yup!

I don't feel any different. No "pop" of clarity. No sense of freedom. No excitement. Nothing. My sense of touch doesn't even work.

I get up off the ground and fly. This is easy, seeing as flying is a natural thing in Minecraft. But again, I don't feel any exhilaration in the act of flying...

I remembered people saying it was fun doing math inside a dream so I try that out. I end up saying, "2,4,6,8. Hm."

Not very fun.

As I'm flying around, I try and manipulate the generation of the world. I try making mountains form. Nope. Didn't work. I see a river and dive in, thinking about performing a RC. I dive underwater, and breathe. Yup, still dreaming.

I try twirling around to change the dream scene. (Who wants to dream about Minecraft?) I twirl around, and end up in another Minecraft world. I try about 5 times, and end up losing my lucidity.

On the last try, I end up sitting at my house in front of the fireplace, reading a magazine. "Hey," I think. "I could use this in my dreams!"

I wake up.

How lame.

A priest and a prophet are standing at the entrance to a temple. We are all in a morrowind-esque courtyard. Everything, except for the priest's robes, is brown. The robes are purple. I play the observer. For now. They are arguing: the prophet insists that something will soon happen, but the priest is done with this "tomfoolery". Eventually, the priest gets so angry, he throws the prophet into the temple.

A crowd of people surround me, and start a riot against the priest. But the priest ignores them. He is untouchable. He raises his arms, as if for a ritual, and starts chanting. The Ritual of Chüd comes to my mind. (IT, anyone?)

With a flash, a lot of things change. The croud is now calm. The priest has turned into the skeleton. The prophet is dead. And I am in the priest's body and robes. (I am not in the skeleton, I am in what he was before the skeleton.)

I walk up to a stand outside the temple. Seeing that the crowd of people are hungry, I start feeding them. I distinctly remember...brown tortillas...? The skeleton priest looks at me angrily, but doesn't interfere.

I am inside a fancy restaurant. It is a medium sized room, with several round tables and white tablecloths draped over them. Two of the walls are made entirely of glass. Everyone is eating at their tables when suddenly, two beeps ring out, like the ones on an airplane that signal the "put your seat-belts on" button. My choir director, Nina, talks through the speakers. "Sorry, folks, we will be experiencing some bumps in the road! I think they call it... turbulence?"

I sit down on the nearest chair, and look out of the glass wall. What I see is exhilarating. We are high in the air. It is very cloudy and it is snowing. A lot. We hit a few turbulence bumps and take a small dive, revealing that we are quite a bit closer to the ground than I originally thought. Now, we are about too inches off the ground, on a highway, dodging cars, while going at 100 mph. Whoo!!!

After about five minutes of car-dodging action, the highway comes to an abrupt end; we are on a cliff! Everyone gasps as we shoot over the sheer edge. The clouds part, and the sun shines, revealing that we are now 1000 feet above ground! The scene below us is breath-taking. It is a large town (not a city) with gorgeous green lawns, red and blue roofs, blue skies, and even a beach with tall palm trees! We fly over the city, like a majestic eagle, for a few seconds. Then we turn to the right and start to gently glide downwards. Nina lands us in the parking lot of a McDonalds.

I get out, along with Nina and her mother. We get into a random red convertible and Nina starts driving. Her mom and I are talking, when Nina parks the car.

We get out to see a dark, brown, grim brick building. "It must be the only dark building in the whole town," I think. We head inside, and I sit on an old white couch as Nina and her mom go downstairs for a meeting. I sit there, feeling terrible about the place for a long time. When Nina and her mom finally come out of the meeting, I feel sick. We leave the building, and as I take in the beautiful town once more, I feel better. Begore we get in the car, I ask Nina, with my back turned on the building, what she does to get rid of bad feelings. "Well," she says, "I don't let myself trust them. I know they can do me no good."

I turn around. The dark building is gone.

When I woke up from this dream, I marveled at the advice my subconscious had given me. "Wow" was all I could say!

I am in a small room. There is one large door on the left wall, and poking out of that door, on the ground, are roller coaster tracks! And at the end of these tracks? A roller coaster car! Inside the car is Kitty From that '70s Show! I walk into the car and she laughs. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yup!" I say, and we're off. The doors swing open onto a huge room. Like, so big you could fit two football stadiums inside easily. And the room is filled with an epic roller coaster track. There are giant loops, vertical drops, and sharp turns galore! Kitty and I have a blast on the roller coaster. I notice that the entire roller coaster is made of cheap plastic....

This dream repeats itself quite a few times, so it all seems to take about an hour. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

About 14 friends and I are in small wooden boats in the middle of a vast ocean. There are two strands of ice here. They are both very long, about 100 feet, and there is a 10-foot space between them. I am in this 10-foot space, when one friend of mine, Audrey, comes along (in a boat) and asks, "Which way did the flood go?"
I shrug and say, "I don't know." I head over to the far side of the right strip of ice. Audrey then rams her boat into the first 10 ft. of the right piece of ice. Her sister, Abbey, yells, "No! Audrey, we were on a different island!" I can tell Abbey is very
Tristan and Emma, another two friends of mine, are waiting to go next. Emma zooms ahead, collides with the ice, and breaks it. Tristan laughs and says "You broke the ice!" Tristan and emma are
I think to myself, "How would construction workers build this?" My mind's eye takes over the dream scene:
In the middle of a dense black ocean, I see a crane taking a large, rigid strip of ice, laying it down on the water, then gluing it to the water.
The dream fades and I wake up...

I have a skin condition on my hand called eczema. If you don't know what it is, google it! It covers about half of my hand. Last night, I also performed the mantra "Next time I'm dreaming, I will look at my hands and realize I'm dreaming."

I am outside. Suddenly, for some reason, I look down at my hands and see the eczema has spread to my whole hand. Yikes! But other than that, everything is normal, 5 fingers to each hand, etc. I run up to a DC to show them, and they say, "Wow. Sorry..."

Why did my hands look normal? Aren't they supposed to look weird?

Sorry for the boring dream, but I decided to try posting all of my dreams, including boring ones like these! More interesting ones will come, I promise!

I am inside a classroom, working on a Spanish assignment. When I'm done, I go to turn it in. My teacher comes up to me and says I'm not on her list for continuing the spanish curriculum next year. I tell her I find that odd, seeing as I signed up to go all the way to AP Spanish...

I am standing inside a large empty parking lot. To my right is a big pharmacy. Standing just inside is my arch-nemisis (I can't remember his name, so let's call him George). It is announced that The Narwhal Wars will start soon. The Narwhal Wars is an event where two teams (parking lot versus pharmacy) train narwhals to fly. The narwhals then fly around destroying random crap in pure epicness . My brother, my friend, and I are part of the parking lot team, and my arch-nemisis is part of the pharmacy team.
When the announcement happens, my friend (let's call him Joe) goes into the pharmacy to talk to George. But inside the pharmacy is a line that separates the two teams, and anyone who crosses the line gets a beating from the opposing team. I run in there to grab him, but he is already on the other side of the line!!! "What an idiot," I think. :snakehead:
But no one is beating him up. In fact, he is laughing and chatting with my arch-nemisis. But I can't cross the line, because I know that if I do, George would beat me up like crazy! So I head outside. It is announced that The Narwhal Wars will now commence. I would be participating, but now I had to worry about my stupid friend. I was suddenly really, really angry . So I run across the parking lot, avoiding any danger. I see my brother, standing beside his narwhal. He explains that it is hurt, so I decide it would be best to pat it's head. *pat, pat, pat*. The narwhal gives me a soft bite with its teeth. A soft bite of love.
Instead of being angry now, the narwhals love has filled me with a radiant confidence. Screw the line! I'm getting my friend back. I march on over to the pharmacy, cross the line, grab Joe, and cross the line again. George is furious, and comes over to my side to take Joe back. "OOO," I say. "Someone crossed the line!"
George is a (very) fat, short, white-haired man in a white t-shirt and grey/red shorts. He wears the same outfit as me.
Instead of punching him, I decide biting would do more damage. So I bite him. But he is very fat, so when I bite him, he is very squishy. Try biting your pillow. That's how it feels.
As I bit him, I knew I was doing some decent damage, and my rage turned into a sick, sadistic glee. George says, " Look at you! Biting a fat man's shoulder. That's just wrong." So I let him go, and look for Joe. But Joe has disappeared. "Fighting the War," I think.
A group of women beckons me over. They are talking about George! One of them even says she really likes him!!! Ewww!!!
When she says this, another woman says we should set her up. "You should go up to him and give him some cash," she says. "Boys really like money."
I think this is a perfect idea. I take out a bunch of styrofoam dollar bills from my pocket, and rifle through them. "Just remember, this wasn't my idea!" I say.
The dream ends...