Did not do WBTB or MILD or WILD. Needed sleep. I might nap today. No LD either. First, I know I met some girl at this mall place. Her hair was a distinctive feature, I can't remember if it was blonde, red, or brown. There was a lot more to this part of the dream, but IDR, which sucks because I keep getting flashes of the dream, and I get an awesome vibe. Another part involved a new Metroid game. This game was first person, in HD, and on the PS3. It was supposed to be like a breakthrough or something, it wasn't bad that it was on the PS3. It was also the best one in a long, long time, like Retro Studios good. I was playing it at Alecs house, and then I was at some other house with Alann and somebody else. Parts of the game were first person, and then some parts were over top third person. Then, I was telling this one chick who was apparently into video games (but didn't come across as the type) in a hotel room that if they never played Metroid, they should start with the 2D ones. The dream I remember the most was this dream where me, Sean, and Dad accidentally went to North Korea. We had to stay there for a few years because the next ship comes in a long time or something. We all wore slight disguises. We dressed up in regional clothes, and we tanned our skin slightly, and we spoke in the accent. Although, the accent didn't sound anything like North Korean, or anything for that matter. I remember it was a hard accent to do, and I kept doing a Russian accent by accident, but IDR fully what accent we were doing, but it might have been Swedish or Dutch or something. Eventually, we started to make music because we were bored. Apparently the music was so good that Kim Jong Il requested that we play for him. So, Dad gave us all new names IDR Dad's or Sean's, but mine was Ilya (pronounced Isaiah, but with an L) and the rest were hilariously not Korean-sounding. I remember coming up with this one song, and recording, then playing it back, and hearing that it sounded awesome. I don't know if that was just DE, or it really sounded awesome. Wish I could remember. Anyway, we all managed to leave on this cruise ship before we had to play for Kim Jong Il. I was afraid because I thought "what if we get back to America, and our music gets big? Won't Kim Jong Il find out we weren't Korean, and bomb America?"
I will give WBTB a break for a little while, seeing as I'm having a hard time remembering any dreams. When I woke up for the WBTB, I wrote down "voices" in my dream journal. I don't remember what for. First, there was a very insignificant dream where I was in a spinny chairs in the living room. Mom was on the couch closest to me, and Brian was on the couch by the rocking chair. I was in between the piano and the table. There were papers strewn about everywhere, and something was on TV. I was trying to show Mom that I can spin without kicking the table or anything. Every time I got it, she wasn't looking. Eventually she saw. I spun by sticking one leg out, and pointing my feet while flexing my ankle muscles. Weird. Then, there was a part where there were a bunch of Christmas presents in this new dresser by where the air conditioner is. The dresser was cream color, and all the presents were for RJ I think. Then, I was at some sort of party. I could go into detail about what the room I was in looked like, but I'm feeling lazy. On this one couch was this one blonde chick, and someone else. The other person left, and I sat next to this chick. There was this weird vibe in the dream, like she was condescending, or maybe I thought she was joking, but we ended up making out. Then, there as this one part where I was at a different party (or it could have been the same). It was a party for me, and I was getting presents and money. It took place in this big, pale-blue hall with tables on both sides, like the lunch room in Carson. All of my money and gifts were in my pockets. Then these black kids came in, and shot me (it didn't hurt) and then took half of everything. Then there was another segment where I was on the phone with Alec while sitting on these front steps (blonde chick may have been there). He was telling how "Oh man, that must really suck", referring to what happened. I didn't know what he was talking about, like I didn't remember. I think maybe the phone conversation happened before the shooting dream, I'm not sure.
First thing I remember was running around the coffee table (old house) with some foot ball dude. He was practicing tackling and I was trying to prove him wrong. After a while, he was laying down on the floor and he was like "No, pass me. It's alright." I tried to pass him, but as soon as I passed over him, he kicked me up into the air and I landed on my face. It was hilarious for some reason. Then I went on i-am-bored.com and 4chan on Mom's laptop. Then I tried to convince her that anything besides the music board would give her viruses. It worked. Next, I believe I was at high school, but it was the middle school set up differently. It was the middle of the year, and and I just started to do stuff. I remember Kevin Shaw and a backpack, and the gymnasium, but I can't remember what happened. I think he and others were bullying me? I don't know. I think I said something funny and got popular. Then, I was walking around somewhere with Alec. I had this plastic bowl of unpopped popcorn, but the kernels were really small and tasty, and I think it was illegal to eat them where we were, which was a kind of mall, where we were looking for something. Since we couldn't find it, he had to eat some in the place and we both got arrested (me too because I was an accomplice). Frankie from Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends led us outside. Next thing I know, we were wandering around this very modern/clean/philly-esque neighborhood, but it was DE that is was ours. I was like "That thing we were looking for? I have like two at my house. I could go grab em." Naturally, he was pretty pissed. Then, I was at this strange Halloween world and I think there was this demon out to get me. I tried escaping in this...thing (it looked like a whale). Everytime we tried, we would reach the bottom of this acid lake and the back of the whale under the tail would split open, and this evil black gunk would ooze out. Then I would sew it up or something and try again and again until eventually, I was either an underling or a leader or a beggar (I don't remember if I was one of them or all three) at some weird palace place. There was a cup of gold that I don't remember where it came from, but it may have been related to the popcorn kernels. I (?) was giving out the gold, which did look like corn, to people who were in line. When I was down to the last of it, I was the beggar. Then, someone in the palace mentioned a girlfriend being crazy. So then I was at Lindsay's friend's house (DE) and we went into the next room. It was established that we already broke up. She was just trying to get me back. In the next room, I was lying down with her and her friend talking. Then the door we were by swung open as some old lady kept letting her dogs in. The last part had something to do with music and the piano. It was like some kid was embarrassed to play, and I said that I play, and I'm and old man (I'm 18 in real life), so there is nothing to be ashamed of. Somehow, this was more interesting in the dream. I also remember some sort of bars, and the top lit up, but I don't remember their purpose. _____ /_____\ this one was bright red and it lit up. /_____\ yellow /_____\ bright green / \ bright blue. like flourescent colors.
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