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There was so much detail in this dream, I couldn't possible account for each and every one. For one, it would take to long, and two, I'm a poor articulator as seen by how wordy my logs are in general.

The first thing I could remember were two boys in a dark room. This room resembles a bedroom with a blue tint encompassing the area. The boys are sitting across each other playing a children's card game, not unlike Yu-gi-oh duel monsters. In fact, in my dream one of the kids looked like a younger Yugi Moto without the ridiculous hairstyle. Some events I can no longer recall occurred and then the dream shifted to a school. Surprisingly, the institution is a religious university, but in name only. I'm in one of the dorms with DCs I can make no recollection of, save one-- J. The dorm room isn't too dissimilar from the previous room with the two boys and lo and behold there are some cards. The cards themselves are enclosed in those cheap POS foil packages you'd find at any children's toy store or comic shop selling Pokemon, Yu-gi-oh, and the like. Me and J. look over some cards-- the package is in poor condition. Now, the dream shifts to outside the campus and...shocker here, the sky is pitch black. Nothing special, there are buildings over there, a poorly designed chapel resembling an throwback to high gothic architecture, and some trees.

Apparently, I had class at questionable times around 6:00 to 9:00 p.m. I found this schedule to be absurd. Nevertheless, I followed a band of DCs to the "class". The leader of the group appeared to be a teacher and when we arrived to the class we found out what it really was. It was an ice cream parlor. Yet, something was strange about this store. For one, there were flavors that made no sense too me, composed of colors of blue that were unsettling. The ice cream itself was enclosed in a curious contraption, covered in a plastic shelf that had a square opening.

Next, the dream takes me to a bad cop who actually kills a suspect for no reason. Was it out of jealousy or to frame someone; perhaps me? I could not say, for I have written this journal too late in the day to recall the juicy details.