10.01.2010 A Story of Love, Romance, Nerds, and Fail (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I'm standing outside this great building, all steel and glass. Inside, it is pitch-black. I had arrived. Inside is my one-way ticket to manhood. All I must do is find her, and let events run their course. I stride through the doors with confidence, donning the night-vision goggles. Within the great steel trap is hundreds; nay, thousands of girls, all of them my age. They are lined up, working in this factory, making small bobbles. They do not have goggles, and are thus unable to see what they are doing, but they are still highly skilled at what they do. I pace up and down the aisles, looking for one girl who speaks to me, one who catches my attention. I find her at the end of a row. She is a very cute girl of Asian descent, but also having ancestors of European descent. A small pair of glasses frame her eyes. Her smile is dazzling.
I approach the bench where she's working at and strike up a brief conversation, trying to get a feel for her personality and voice. Her voice is astounding, and many of her hobbies and interests parallel mine. Although everything is still green and she cannot yet see me, I kknow that this is the one for me. I remove the goggles and tap a button, switching on the lights. She looks at me, and a smile spreads across her face. She approaches, drapes her arms around me, and kisses me. She pushes hard against me, knocking me into a chair that had conveniently appeared right behind us. She stands to the side of the chair; I sweep her off her feet and place her on my lap. She holds me tight, kissing and hugging, her hands exploring my every being. I do the same, feeling her smooth legs, playfully pushing her skirt up. She giggles and kisses me hard once more.
Just as I'm about to cross the border to manhood, a feral scream pierces the factory. This massive ape of a man comes barreling at me, a look of pure hatred in his eyes. He does this flying tackle into me, knocking away the girl and pinning me to the floor, foaming slightly at the mouth.
"Back off, twerp, she's all mine."
The man is dressed in what looks to be some sort of cosplay outfit. A plastic sword hangs at his hip; his hair is dyed a fiery red. The girl commands him to get up, apologizing profusely. She explains that Eddy is confused, and he somehow got it into his head that she is his girlfriend. As I get up and dust myself off, I tell her that it isn't a problem. I ask how we can get rid of him; she recommends getting a good hotel room. Eddy hears us, though, and insists on sticking to us like glue. I simply sigh, shaking my head...I ask her if she would like to go on a date instead, to which she consents.
The scene skips ahead to a gloomy sort of park, laden with fog and strange plants. I am holding the girl's hand, Eddy practically breathing down my neck. I recall that I have a Semester Test tomorrow for a very important class, and that I should be going so I can study. The girl is saddened by this; she kisses me lightly, her lips brushing mine ever so slightly. I thought Eddy's eyes would pop out of his head. I tell her that it might be a good idea to get a restraining order against this fruit cake, and she promises to go down to the police station first thing in the morning. I kiss her one more time, then depart.
The scene skips to my Literature class. I had done no studying for this test, which was a darn shame. I don't know the answer to most of the questions on the test. All I can do is scribble in a small amount of text beneath a few of the questions. My grade is right on the edge; this test is crucial. I turn in my half-filled sheet of paper, hoping for a good grade. I take to pacing the room and eating Christmas ornaments for some reason. The glass does not hurt or draw blood; instead, it just sort of tickles. I spray fragments of glass everywhere as I pace about. The rest of the class is still working; the clock reads 7 p.m. School ended hours ago. Everyone was staying late just to finish the tests. Finally, the teacher calls me over and gives me the terrible news. I take a cursory glance at the grade: 6/25. I look again: 16/25. Not much better, considering it counted for 20% of my final grade. I am screwed. The dream ends in a fit of panic.
I think I just broke my all-time longest dream record...
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