Saturday, August 30, 2008 (morning)
Keyword: Moose-people To The Not-Rescue!
Themes: Video games, Wal-Mart, Transformers, swords (replica), moose-people, bodily fluids (urine), obsessive cleaning, slander, bodily fluids (blood), rotting corpses, claustrophobia
I was at wal-mart, trying to find a iscount copy of Halo PC or something at least as interesting for no more than $20, or more interesting for no more than $30. The Wal-Mart had been rearranged, again, only now video game and toys were both where Gardening used to be (that separate area, off to one side, towards the front of the building from the auto repair bay). I'm wandering around, looking for the game, and perhaps something else if they no longer have the game. I'm seeing pokemon guides, DS games, a game that I thought was the full versiopn of Fate but wasn't, it had a ysimilar name but only three letters, a synonym of fate. My mom suggested I apply for a contest for jobs in a show about a game company, where I think it was a documentary or televised experiment of what happens when you take a bunch of amateurs who happen to be really skilled for amateurs, build a game company with them and a bunch of professionals, and film it. I tried to fill out a dorm, which happened to be ;perfect for me, but the form kept saying different, misleading things the furter down I read. By the time I found the proper form and filled it out, the rest of the Wal-mart was closed except for the toys and games section. I would be unable to implement my plan to check the PC software rack, which generally had computer games, because my mom had insisted I fill oout the contest form right then. ?I had a small hissy fit, and then got over it. I thenm decided to do a full runthrough of the toys and video games section, before leaving. I was sorely tempted to get the plane Transformer, like a concord jet but with wider wings like an SR-71 (I know what an SR-71 looks like, I've only seen pictures of Concordes), when I saw a whole wall of fake swords. Amazing fake swords! Not just childrens' costume props like the pirate cutlass or ninja cutlass (yeah...) that I had found earlier, but amazin, wonderful replica swords! I make and design cosplay outfits as a hobby, so this was amazing for me. Most of the swords were $2-$6 plus change dependig on materials, detail, size, etc., from a katana to a Klingon Bat'leth (but with only one handhold, and I only even know about these from reading a comic in which the characters recently crashed a star trek museum, I've only ever seen the original series) to one of those seemingly wooden weapons from Stargate that looks kind of like an upscaled version of those plastic things Joe's Crab Shack now has (Yes, I do watch SG-1 and the original movie. Not Atlantis)). There was a sword there, $19.89USD. It was an Anime Sword,a parody of the giant swords of Final Fantasy, or a zanbato. It was nailed to the wall, and when I tried to pull the display sword from the scabbard, the foam tore, and I ended up witha chunk of foam that resembled a shoddily-made wooden sword (a bokken, not like the swords little kids always have on televisipon and cartoons when they're pretending to be pirates). I go to the casheir and ask for help with the display model, and he says something disparaging and sarcastic, ending with "...did you really think a help associate would have antlers?" I am glum for a moment, when I suddenly think of something. I grab the phone off the cashier's mini-helpdesk thing, and triumphantly call the moose assistants! They come running up a few seconds later, pepared to help me unfasten the sword and scabbard from the wall. The moose-minotar-people are, however, sans antlers. They are also sans language skills and sans continence. Somehow, they are in the restroom instead of the swords display (bits of which are now part of a display on the wall of the restroom), so I guess that's better than them peeing in the middle of an aisle. I could pull out the plowest nail, nd staning on the back of one of the moose-people I could dislodge the second nail, but I would need two or three of them in a stack or pyramid to pull outr the highest nail. This would prove difficult, as two of them had disappeared and the other two had turned into enchanted (and crumpled) sponge-washcloth things. I let the lower one sit in the moose-person urine puddle, set the other on top and tried to get it to bleed on itself (somehow, I was successful, despite that it had no blood in crumpled cloth thing form. They reverted to moose-person form (sort of), I tried to stand on the second one's shoulders but they wouldn't stop moving. I fell suddenly several inches ald lost continence myself, all down the wall and onto the floor. The moose-minotaur things are washcloth things again, and not reverting to their proper form, so I use them and a bunch of toilet paper to clean up the wall and floor. I see, not with my dream self's eyes but with my dream self's mind's eye, that some girl, for lack of a proper more tomboyish word, isgiving an interview about me. For some reason, she's saying my parents died in a horrifically bloody accident, or some sort of greusome murder, which left an impossible amount of blood (all theirs) puddled across the floor of the room. There were two problems with that. 1. My mom had not died years ago in the dream, she had in fact driven me to the store, and 2. they were not my parents. I was upset, tried to get through the door through the blood and corpses (well, no longer corpses, really more off gooey piles of what used to be bits of corpses) that had appeared through the room from the interviewer's show's "picture of the scene she's talking about." If anything else happened, I don't recall, but I think I may have just woken up. And then I used the restroom, because I really needed to.
Sunday, August 31 (previous to 8:20 A.M.)
Keyword: Ringu Curse Book
Themes: Islands, curse, death (occult), coma, Bruce Wayne, Tim Curry/Dale the Whale, Families I Hate, Danny DeVito, Alfred the Butler, A-frame mansion, scams/cons, bears, diving.
was on an island, a tourist-y island. On the plane in, I had read a book. The bookhd something to do with the island.And because of the book, or the book inconjunction with the island, everyone I cam in contact with was dying in particularly unlucky ways. However, there was somthign about a way to udno thios mentiponed in the book, and a deadline, and the people weren't actually dying, no matter how badly they were hurt, so I was guessing I could save them if I released the curse before a certain point in time. There were some poeple I kept meeting who didn't die, such as a family of annoying people (think the brother or cousin or whoever that the family kept meeting on the old National Lampoon vacation and holiday movies), only the husband was such a complete and utter self-righteous moron who thought he knew everything, and whatever he assumed (particularly rules of grammar, and I'm a linguistics enthusiast) was automaticlally correct. The wife had some severe personality defects as well, but I don't recall them specifically because I had not seen her towards the end of the dream, which is most of what I can remember, and the children were... well, children raised by self-righteous idiots, need I say more? And also, I kept metting Dale the Whale from the Monk detective show. Usually the Tim Curry one. He kept scaming the toruists for petty cash (like hiring a kid to run away from a haunted house sort of thing, with a wild bear in the oods instewad of monsters in a dilapidated mansion, screaming that there was a real bear, and it's running right toward us. Then the dude would sell Bear Repellant [$20US perfume mini-spritzers of water] to the more gullible tourists). Anyway, I had somehow found out that the key to unlocking the curse had to do with an island outside the bay that the ferry went toi at unusual intervals, and I figured I had to get there before the deadline (it was hard enough trying to get to the ferry on time, because of the irregular schedule and the fact my dream self kept switching between Bruce Wayne from Batman Begins and one of Danny Devito's characters, but people kept trying to stop me). I don't remember much of what happened, but towards the end of the dream, I had to get back to my family's mansion (I'm Bruce Wayne from this point until I woke up), but Alfred was told not to allow me to leave the house yet, by someone who seemed to have been Bruce Wayne's dad (yet somehow I was still the Bruce Wayne who had disappeared for seven years learnign to be Batman). Alfred took a dummy or a captured burglar into the next room to do a demonstration of the force he was authorized to use to keep me at the mansion, foolishly allowing me to leave the room with the outside door after him, and, since the outside door was not locked, make a run for it while he thought I was in the other room watching his martial arts/street fighting demo. I made it to the bridge, but the ferry was already nearing the dock, and I would only have two minutes from the time it docked to get on. This involved either running down many flights of stairs, jumping intoi th water from the height of many flights of stairs, or running down a dirt hill and using gravity to keep my momentum, hoping I'd get to the dock in time (I'm not a god judge of distances or spatial measurements, or even measurements of time for that matter, so I only know it was many flights of stairs above the water). I jumped up on the low wall (I had met the annoying family again here, just before returning to the mansion), saw exactly how high up I was, started trying to decide if I should go down the stairs or the long waydown the series of dirt slopes, a voice from what I have to assume was some sort of flight control tower for boats yelled at the people on the cliff above the dock (me) to stay out from above the ferry because it navigates by shadows or something, and I would mess it up, and I was geting ready to decide to jump down to the water, hiping my feet could cut through the surface tension without breaking both my ankles or even legs,when I realized I was awake, in one of the guest bedrooms at my grandmom's house, and I was not Bruce Wayne, and I (fortunately) did not need to jump to what almost certainly would have been my death into water many, many feet below me.
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