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    1. Nov. 11 Dream Journal: Before you die, I'll sing you the song of my people

      by , 11-11-2013 at 06:33 PM
      I dream I'm on a bus going to a rundown mining town. The bus is relatively unremarkable, as most buses are wont to be. The seats are a little uncomfortable, and at various points, the interior resembles the cheap seats in an airplane; so now I'm cranky (both in my dream and also right now) because context: I'm going on a work-related trip to Buttfuck, Nowhere via bus, and I'm NOT looking forward to any of it at all.

      ANYWAYS, the bus breaks down, and I have to go out and push. I'm able to push the tour bus by myself, meaning a) Brah, I'm totes burly! and b) Thanks for the help, everyone else on the bus. I'm also able to take in my surroundings at this time: The landscape is a desert landscape, with sun-blistered rocks and a whole lot of nothing. It reminds me of the mining town in Tremors, and wouldn't you know it, I'm now being chased by those desert worm things.

      Now, the worm is coming at me at the speed of a pissed-off badger, while I'm inching along at the speed equivalent of, oh, I don't know, a guy who is pushing a bus by himself. Yet somehow, I manage to keep ahead. But eventually, I grow tired of this supposed "chase," and I turn around and kick the worm as it emerges from the ground. There was a brief moment of doubt where I was thinking "do I really want to stick my foot into its ugly maw?" That doubt disappeared when I soccer-kicked it into the sky. The dream fades, but my ego does not.

      I next dream of being in the music video of Coma from Guns N' Roses. I am unaware if an official video exists, but in my version, it's just trippy lights that pulsate to a pleasant heartbeat rhythm. It's actually quite soothing. Weird thing is, I have no proof that I'm in the music video except for Dream Knowledge, but otherwise there really isn't any particular sign. This goes on for a while and eventually just fades.

      The last dream I can remember has me in an amusement park at night. They are closing, and I'm trying to get to the exit. As I pass by the Merry-Go-Round, I get a thought along the lines of "hey, this is like the opening to that Silent Hill game," and my brain makes the executive decision to go "YEAH! I'm gonna freak you the fuck out!"

      And just like that, I'm in the Silent Hill world. Well, shit. The dream fades pretty quickly after that, so I never encountered any of the horrible abominations that I knew were lurking around; but I was still feeling apprehensive the whole time. Dream Knowledge ALSO tells me that these monsters, had I been able to approach them without being noticed, has singing and dancing scripted into their AI behavior.

      Updated 11-11-2013 at 09:21 PM by 66359

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    2. Loauy doesn't mind killer scorpions

      by , 06-04-2012 at 04:32 AM (RommiH's Dream Journal (entries are not dated correctly. i am slowly transferring my DJ from my computer, to the one on DV))
      After the others left to fight the bads, I really had to pee. I am about to pee in our incompletely built house until I hear footsteps I think it is my dad who has came back. I turns out it was loauy. I tell him hey after greeting a man who was doing work and walking by. I tell him I didn’t know he was here. He had been sleeping for a long time. Now I walk up the stairs to him. I notice on the wall behind him a huge scorpion thing. I walk back down the stairs to put distance between the thing and me. On my way I notice weird bugs on the wall. Loauy is observing the scorpion. We now walk away from the house and walk into the desert. There we find two more scorpions. These look more like crabs though. Loauy catches them with his hands and I am amazed. He now puts them near each other so they fight. Instead the both run at me. Now they look like foxes. Once near they leap at me. In midair myself I kick one expecting it to latch on to my leg, but I successfully deflected the attack.

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