20.07.2011Sheldon Cooper Black Mesa (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Sheldon Cooper rampaging Black Mesa with TMP. From third floor catwalk staircase (rp_downtown yellow warehouse) was shooting as I managed to hit lockdown. Slipped out as door shut and was outside aperture. Mom and matt in car, listening to gospel and hit a dumpster from my apartment. *I understand this is half-assed. I'm learning the new DJ system in cooperation with Banhurt's 2.6 and wrote it at midnight the night after. Also not much to elaborate on fifteen seconds of dream. I assure you it will become what my old Dream Journal was!
Whoa. 09/13/10 This is a building with no windows. The walls and ceiling are black and plasticky, and the dark tiles on the floor are smooth and glossy. Neon signs and arrows are laid out tackily along the walls, advertising the various games on display and giving directions that I can't read. I'm in a small alcove, playing one of the arcade games stuffed into the small hallway. The place I'm in connects a larger hallway (which leads to a set of elevators, and the lobby of the building) to a large, open room, the entirety of which is pitch black and shiny. I keep moving along the wall and towards the room, switching games as I go. I'm trying to stay out of the way of the janitor, who's coming from the elevators. He's driving a rainbow, glowing lawnmower with various mop-like attachments which simultaneously clean all surfaces of the room. The mop cleaning the ceiling is spinning in circles and whipping across from side to side. The side mops are giant spinning things, reaching out to the edges of the hallway. It looks like a demented, inside-out automatic car wash from an alternate dimension. I haven't actually seen it, though. I'm just quietly moving towards the black room. - discussing what's happening in the big bang theory tv show on the big screen tv in the black room with someone or other - I'm playing air hockey against myself (neon, of course, lighting up the room), when He finds me. I roll my eyes. I was really hoping to avoid the Arcade's mascot. It's a clown, of course. He dances around spastically as he approaches me. I cross my arms over my chest and the colourful clown turns the pitch black of the walls and starts to disintegrate. I hear the employee - the man in the suit - decide that he doesn't get paid nearly enough for this. In another dream, I'm talking to one of the actors from Supernatural, Jensen Ackles. The surroundings are plain and the carpet is brown. Ackles is complaining about his insane fans, and I decide not to ask for an autograph. Scare Factor: 2/10 Rating: 4/10
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