viewtifuljon

To preface this dream it's helpful to know that about a month ago, my good friend and roommate moved out and disappeared without telling anyone where he's going. That comes into play.

I'm at some sort of campus and I'm determined to find my roommate. I first go find his brother and ask him. I ask him what the status of my roommate is, and he replies "deceased". I sit there shocked for a moment and then ask him to elaborate. He tells me that he knows because he hasn't contacted him for a while. I tell him that my roommate hasn't contacted me since he left a month ago.

Eventually I decide to confront his teachers, hoping they might know something. I know that my roommate contacted them just before he left (something to the effect of "I'm not coming back") so maybe they'll know more. I go out on the front yard and all of the teachers are trying to use some sort of pipe to recycle. It's huge, black, and it's taking up the whole front yard. A little investigation reveals that apparently a corporate big-wig has made some sort of policy that the teachers don't like. I help clean up a little bit and go on to find my roommate's teacher. He is apparently that black guy from the Matrix.

I ask him if he knows at all why my roommate left and if he had any information on where he might be. He says that the roommate had increasingly sucky grades and had been planning to move there for some time. I tell him that's impossible because we were very good friends. We get into a bit of an argument. Then I stop because I realize I'm looking at effing Morpheus. And then I'm like "wait, this guy's in the Matrix".

I don't think I realized that I was dreaming, but I did realize that I could do anything I wanted. Possibly a result of the Matrix coming to mind. I don't know. In any case I start flying around. I can only go slow at first, but I start to learn to build up speed. I realize that I can't go too fast because I can't really imagine what flying really fast looks like, and I can't "render" my surroundings fast enough. Flying loses all coolness when you're just in a vague void.

There was a bad guy I shot energy blasts at, and I remember conjuring him from my imagination. Also, I was on a bed with some girl and we were playing a sort of board game. There were two different types of tiles. One required us to fight each other and the other type allowed us to make out. My mom watched, which was weird. Also, I seem to remember something about a Homestuck fan or something?

Wow, it's been almost a month since my last entry. It's not that I haven't been dreaming. I just stopped caring or something. In any case, just had a particularly weird one during my afternoon nap so I decided to write it down.

I'm a member of some sort of organized crime group. We are not necessarily a gang though.We're very classy. We're in a city with the intention of stealing a lot of stuff from it. We all go our seperate ways and try to find good targets. The group has a tendency to be very loud, rambunctious, and they like to loot things by breaking them.

The leader calls us to a local pub and has a meeting with us. He tells us not to be so destructive. We're also encouraged to seek out legitimate business venues as well. Like if we see a small but profitable shot, try to buy it. We go our separate ways, and yet again I see idiots throwing bricks into windows. I drag him into an alley and tell him to stop it, since he's blowing our cover.

We go into a mall area and see a entrance that looks promising. I encourage a few other thieves around me to go in and see what's up. We go in and as it turns out it's a theater. I apologize, but now we have to sit through the play (which turns into a movie) to avoid drawing suspicion.

The movie is about two girls. They were apparently killed in some sort of automobile accident. Due to a curse or somesuch, they were raised from the dead as sort of zombies. They don't look decayed or anything, but they're unnatural and they want to die. I recognize these two girls as my relatives.

I grab the nearest partner and tell her that we have to find these girls and help them. The partner agrees and tells me that she'll meet me at the place where they're being held. We meet there later, with some difficulty of finding the place. We enter a dark house and an old lady greets us. She asks if we're here to help the girls. I answer that we are. She leads us to them.

They're in a dimly lit room sleeping on their beds. After a short argument, my partner goes first. We are instructed to kiss them to help them. She leans towards the younger girl's head, but then pulls back, insisting that she can't do it. I, beginning to get upset, plead the woman to tell me what will happen when we kiss them. She says "well you watched the movie didn't you?" I say that we left before it was over. She tells us that when the girls are kissed, they die. They're finally able to rest in peace. I begin to cry (my eyes were wet when I woke up too, interestingly enough), knowing that I owe it to the girls to allow them to die. We go back into their room. My partner wakes the younger girl up and kisses her on the hand. That works. The girl limply falls and doesn't move. I go to kiss the next girl, and the old woman informs me that for the curse to break, I must kiss this one on the lips. After very slowly lowering my head down, I give here a quick smooch. It's not terribly disgusting, but she is cold and seemingly filled with sawdust. She dies.