Thread: Fuzzy's Dreams.

*Date not rememberd, it was a few weeks ago*

School... another boring day of it.

I walk into the cafeteria, as that is where you go when you are early. I see a friend that I have not seen in a few weeks, as he moved away. I sit next to him.

Preston (Friend) "Check this out, I got some weed we can smoke after school" ( I have never smoked before)

I put my hand into his backpack, sure enough, I feel a plant.

One of the teachers takes my finger, smells it, and realizes what was in his backpack.

She then proceeds to kick me (She had high heels on) over and over, then stomp on me, then throw me.

*The dream faded after that and I can not recall anything*

*Date not remembered, it was a few months ago*

Jack ( A friend who was vising during the time of the dream): "Hey dude, here is a cigarette" ( I am too young to use cigarettes in real life, and really don't have the urge to anyway)

I lit it, finished it, threw it away.

Jack: "Here's some cake, have this too"

I ate it, finished it, threw it away

Jack: "Hey, lets go downstairs"

We go down, and get awe struck that there is a peice of cake and a cigarette on the kitchen table. We eat the cake, and throw the cigarette in the garbage, fearing that maybe one of my parents will find it, and punish us because we are underage.

*repeat the above about 3 times*

I am fed up with this, I have to confess to my mother what has happened, I can not keep this up any longer"

I go to my mother, who is in a very long version of our schools gym, sitting on the end of the bleachers, reading.

Me: "Mom, uhh *gets the idea of a good lie to tell* Jack had some cigarettes, but I stole then and threw them away because they are bad, but you may see these cigarettes around, because they keep coming back."

I walk out of the long version of the gym, and the doorway leads back to the kitchen.

Dad: "So I heard you stole the cigarettes from Jack, nice..."

*Recall ends*

Sunday 6th, September 2009

*This was all set in a futuristic, post apocalyptic setting*

I walked into the gym, there was a basketball game going on.

My gang is rushing around, killing every celebrity they could see. Every one is rushing between levels on the bleachers, shotgun blasts everywhere.
We had finally killed our target: Hillary Clinton.
"Run! Run! Run!"

We all rushed to the lowest point of the gym, there was the plumbing. The plumbing is huge, and water is rushing.
We all hopped in, letting the water carry us.
Everyone reached a sort of half way point in the plumbing, where water was getting extra momentum through a pump. One of the cheerleaders had caught up with us.

"Why are you doing this!? Do you believe in god?"
Me: "No"
I shot her.
We reached the end, finally. "I wish we could have earned more money at that Captain D's Adventure"

*Flashback* (This is a flashback, although the dream ends before it can go back)

We were all in a submarine that was going through pipes that had glass windows, there were fish and such on the other side of the windows. It was also narrated by someone.

We reached the end, and somehow managed to earn 0 money. (I dont know HOW we could have earned money from doing that, but everyone was upset that we didn't)
"Hey guys, I managed to jack the saved game files out of this arcade game, we could sell it"
"Nice..."

We saw a Turtles In Time arcade machine.
"Hey, the last level in this game is mine." (Saying that as if he was a turtle) "Okay, its not the LAST, but your never going to get past it because of how hard it is"

I watched him play the game as the dream faded