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    1. Snt

      by
      Xox
      , 08-11-2010 at 11:15 AM (Les Rêves)
      I'm writing this dream very late, and I'm afraid I was dumbass enough to lose most details..but I'll write it down anyway. u_u

      So I'm in my NY house, and my mom is all anxious because we have visitors, I find out the visitors are actually the SNT. So this is exciting and I think huzzay, but before I do anything I go to my brother's room and get ready. I distinctly remember putting on eyeliner thickly. I have this whole emo get up, wearing my pea coat and my hairstyle is done in this emo-bangs-esque way plus the black eyeliner. I get frustrated while doing my hair. When I look down, I realize I have a coat on and I think it's a bit excessive slender-man look, so I take it off. It's the summer, after all. I stalk downstairs after this, grabbing my actual DJ for autographs. In the living room I see PK, and he's alone. He doesn't notice me there and I jump from the staircase to right in front of him and yell his full name. He gets shocked and jumps at my blatant freakiness, then sighs a breath of relief. I give him my DJ and try to act normal by asking him to sign it. I ramble a bit in English, and I think, he probably has no idea what I'm saying. Then he says something with a thick accent and it's incomprehensible, but I don't bother asking him to repeat himself. He comes across as a cold creature. He's like, "Why do you want me to sign this book, don't you want my signature on something else?" And the man is right, though it's kind of insulting that he rejected my DJ. In any case I grab my yearbook, and he seems fascinated by it. After looking through my friend's signatures, he signs it. I leave quickly since I do not like him. My mom approaches me and starts bitching about the men outside, who are practicing I think. She's like, "These guys are trying to seduce all the girls with flowers." I find this funny, and think, well too bad there aren't a lot of fangirls around here.

      I leave my house and go to this store that has computers and chairs. It looks like a small airport terminal. Some of the guys start coming there, but before they do I'm informed that the place is about to be captured by someone evil and we will all be stuck there. As the guys come in, including Martinez, I yell at them to stay the fuck out or forever hold their peace. But my yelling is pointless, as they cluelessly walk in and the door shuts behind them. I'm sitting by a counter, in a stool right next to the computers. Martinez has sat in the second row of computers (only about 4-5) and I see that the chair next to him is empty. His friend skipped a seat, and I think - well it's me lucky day. So I get up and walk to him and sit down. We introduce ourselves and he knows decent English. I can understand his every word. We discuss the evil person who has kidnapped us here and shit like that. His face is really close and I can see every detail; he's wearing blue. He comes across as a really nice guy and I have that same feeling again, the one from my previous epic dream about him. The funny thing is, as I'm talking to him, I say to myself, "I know this is actually a dream. SAD." But as always, I brush this realization off and continue talking. The dream unfortunately fades as background noise wakes me up. When I woke up, I could remember every single sentence of our conversation. I can never remember dialogue in dreams. Shame I didn't write it down, but a part of me doesn't want to encourage this dream love habit!

      PS: sorry for atrocious run-ons.
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    2. Herpderp King/ Uncle/ Veteren

      by
      Xox
      , 07-16-2010 at 11:24 AM (Les Rêves)
      I am traveling to a far away land with my two brothers and mother. We are in a van that resembles the mystery machine and my mother is driving, which is very weird since she never drives. We are trying to hurry up as fast as we can because my brother needs to get an operation. Something has gone wrong with his machine, as per usual. I'm slightly panicked because I fear for my brother. (T) The setting is strange, our van is filled with grayness and outside the gray fog swirls around the highway. I hear police sirens coming, and I freak out because I don't trust my mom's driving and think she's gonna get us arrested. After a few tense moments, my mom assures me the police peeps are simply swerving around us. We arrive at our destination, which seems to be a small grayish town with smoke all around it. I enter some bar/restaurant thing. I sit down next to my uncle as my mom/brothers sit beside me. My uncle and I are on bar stools while everyone else lounges on tables below us. I notice my cousin Sonia and some random chick (she looks Paki) sitting with no other than Mr. HerpDerp himself.



      I find myself slightly surprised to see him there, but not surprised to see his typical herpderp smile. He chats with my cousins. My uncle starts conversing about marriage to me. We talk about how much parents should contribute to matrimonial decisions. It seems as if everyone is listening. I strongly express my utter disgust for arranged marriages and say that there is absolutely no room for parents to make any decisions. I say, "It's my choice. My. Choice." I kind of say "Choice." pretty loudly. I see that my mom is staring at me icily, while Sonia seems to have a good natured expression on her face. (She is obviously in the dream because of her rather unfortunate matrimonial decisions, that weren't well, hers) I glance over at the table and notice something weird, all of Pique's height is concentrated on his legs (he continues smiling like 8D). His upper body is really short and I find it weird that I look taller sitting up straight in my chair than him. He's like Abe Lincoln. And well, no wonder.



      My uncle and I head outside because my brother must leave for the hospital or some shit like that. We discuss my graduation gift, in which I say nothing pretty much because I don't exactly expect anything from him. We're moving around seats at the side of the van and I see Pique outside as well. We smile at each other and exchange small talk. He actually seems like a really nice guy. (I wake up at some point here. I make myself go back to sleep so I can uncover some of PK's DC personality) I think we kinda hang around each other for a bit but then I go back inside the bar which seems to have transformed. It is now outside and it's night. I sit over on a small round table, and I see that there is an American soldier sitting next to me reading some literature intensely. I think it's Kafka. He seems very depressed and I get the hint that he's suffering from PTSD. I mean, I know he is. My interest is on this poor fellow now (forget PK). I move over to his table and try talking to him, mostly interested to see what lit he's reading and why. He seems very closed off and doesn't talk much. I just feel a bit sad.

      I became lucid at some point, I think around the time I woke up and went back to sleep. I lost lucidity at some other point.

      Updated 07-16-2010 at 11:27 AM by 11208

      Tags: pique, uncle
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid