So I haven't really been dreaming over the last long while, but finally last night I had a whopper. Literally. Before bed I had a whopper (which is a burger served at a fast food restaurant called Burger King, if anyone didn't know). What I'm saying is, maybe I have to eat riiiiiiight before I go to sleep in order to dream. Actually, no. That's really unlikely.
Well, here we go.
I was at a small social gathering, the type of which is often referred to as dinner parties. I sat next to a very familiar face, that of a cousin's ex girlfriend. It was unclear as to if we were dating or not in this dream for a fair amount of time. Then it so happened that she turned to me and said to rub her back for her... For some reason I didn't do this effectively in my dream and my hand gravitated towards her bottom. Hah.
This was a well received action of course, which led into a hug, which led towards couch cuddling. But alas, I needed to use the washroom. Walking around this foreign house trying to spy the washroom I witness one of my best friends having sex with my mother's friend's daughter in the shower. Whoa! Whoa! Wesley what are you doing? Why did I just ask that, I know what you're doing! He turns to her, says he's done, and get up and leaves... her for me. I turn to her and say "I'm not" followed by a wink as I walk towards her. Suddenly we're in the bathtub together... Suddenly the door flies open and everyone sees us. I must say, this was not well received.
The only option was to go to the amusement park. I call up my friend Dan and ask him for some advice and he says "Whenever shit like that happens to me I just take bongrips". Well it may or may not have been made clear in the past, but I'm not really one for bongrips. Not my cup of tea, or I suppose, not my cup of bongwater. Regardless, while I was enjoying moral high-ground he sends me a bong through the Samsung Galaxy S. What can't these phones do?
I had to find somewhere to hide this, I don't want to get caught with drug paraphernalia in an amusement park for children! Lets hide this in the salt shaker!
This is when my grandparents show up and try to sprinkle some salt on their food.
I run over to them, "Oh hey, you found Dan's portable sprinkler with a built in ignition system, what can't these phones do?"
So I grab it and run off into one of the playhouses, which turned out to be a "playhouse". A whole bunch of ladies I've never seen before were having an orgy, and I've gotta say, in my dream it looked like a bunch jaguars and other dangerous cats fighting over the same rabbit. I think these ladies may have been fetishists because they were doing an awful lot of biting and scratching, and even more moaning and screaming. I tried to sneak past them into the kitchen but ended up getting spotted.
They weren't angry, they just changed their screams into loud, high pitched, coherent sentences and requests. Harder! Faster! Not me, go easy on me! Take me! To which I replied various wink-statements such as: I'm already harder for you ;) I can be easy for you ;) I'll take you, with a side of her ;) For some reason they all seemed much more clever in my dream... Mind you I never actually speak like that.
So we'll pretend that I typed out that entire scene for you but the paragraph got deleted, aww shucks. So I'm walking into the basement, getting ready for bed when the lighting shifts to an off blue... Smoke billows out from the bases of the walls... The corners of the room grow very dark and not soon after the far wall fades and it looks as if I'm standing on an abandoned road. A silhouette forms at the end of the road, walking towards me... It starts moving very quickly... Briskly paced... Faster and faster in a repetitive and redundant fashion. A hand falls on my shoulder from behind me.
"So you're dating my daughter?" Says my boss. Oh yeah, maybe I am, I totally forgot about that. "Hey... Can I have some cott's orange soda?" - "Yeah it's just behind the canned green beans". He walked over to his vending machine and grabbed a pizza and went upstairs. So I walked back out into the living room, where the lighting had returned to normal. I pulled up a lawn-chair next to Wesley's and turned on the TV to start watching some Charlie Sheen. I turn to Wesley and say "I had a cruhayzee day..!" Wesley turned to me and said... nothing. Wesley had a clown face.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
And thusly t'were it discovered.
I'm inclined to believe that I only ever dream when I have a full night's rest or in the very least I'm only able to remember my dreams after a good 9 hours or sleep. I'm so under-practiced that this dream was hardly as vivid as they used to be, but I'll tell you what I can.
I'm diving up and down alleys in Winnipeg. I've lost something though I'm really not sure what. I keep checking my phone, I'll be getting a text any moment. I see somebody backing out of their garage and I turn off my headlights, as well as my dashboard lights.
Clearly I'm doing something illegal. Sure enough the second my car goes dark I get a phone call. "You can pick me up now." *click* Ah yes, I'm supposed to pick up my old grade school buddy Marc.
I pull onto McPhillips (one of the main arteries in the North End of Winnipeg) and start heading for the core. It was then that my car fell apart, piece by piece, very quickly. There really wasn't much to this process, one second it was a unit and the next it was a pile of scrap. I had serious roadrash on my behind, but that really didn't matter now. what I need... is a bicycle.
Well wouldn't you know it, there's a bicycle on the side of the road. So I hop on, a little off balance because I haven't been on a bike in ages. With every wobble the bike seems to get a little larger until it's towering above the buildings downtown. I keep trying to dismount but it's too late, the bike has me. I'm involved in a head on collision with a city bus, which sends me hurdling over the handlebars and into the pavement where every bone in my body is crushed into a fine powder, is soaked with blood, and becomes a red paste.
I'm diving up and down alleys in Winnipeg. I've lost something though I'm really not sure what. I keep checking my phone, I'll be getting a text any moment. I see somebody backing out of their garage and I turn off my headlights, as well as my dashboard lights.
Clearly I'm doing something illegal. Sure enough the second my car goes dark I get a phone call. "You can pick me up now." *click* Ah yes, I'm supposed to pick up my old grade school buddy Marc.
I pull onto McPhillips (one of the main arteries in the North End of Winnipeg) and start heading for the core. It was then that my car fell apart, piece by piece, very quickly. There really wasn't much to this process, one second it was a unit and the next it was a pile of scrap. I had serious roadrash on my behind, but that really didn't matter now. what I need... is a bicycle.
Well wouldn't you know it, there's a bicycle on the side of the road. So I hop on, a little off balance because I haven't been on a bike in ages. With every wobble the bike seems to get a little larger until it's towering above the buildings downtown. I keep trying to dismount but it's too late, the bike has me. I'm involved in a head on collision with a city bus, which sends me hurdling over the handlebars and into the pavement where every bone in my body is crushed into a fine powder, is soaked with blood, and becomes a red paste.
Monday, December 6, 2010
Sketchy Sleep.
Last night I couldn't stay asleep, I woke up every hour on the hour more tired than I was before. It's not always a good thing "sleeping" from 1am-1pm. What a waste of time, when I should be studying! but that's not why you're here...
The last room. We're almost at the final boss, all we have to do is solve this puzzle.
The room is lit by two floating white lights at the far end. On the wall behind them is what looks like a huge slab from the base of a tree, maybe it's a door, maybe there's a tree growing through the wall and ceiling, we don't know. Sprouting from the tree and climbing the walls are a bunch of purple and blue vines, each vine has a different pattern, beautiful as organic living snowflakes. A purple juice, goo, slime, whatever you want to call it, had poured out from the base of the far wall and formed a puddle half the size of the room, though it must have been long ago as it had become solid (or in the last, very viscous).
We take a few steps into the room, try to walk across the purple... We all start to shrink! Before we'd even begun to realize it, it was just too late. Tiny. All of us. Freakin' tiny. Maybe we're not so close to that last boss after all. We walk towards the far wall, which looks many kilometers away. The tree in the distance climbs higher than our eyes are now able to perceive. In dream hours, which really felt like few minutes, many random battles, and the death of a few party members (the details of which are unimportant) we reach the base of the tree. A shadow grows underneath us, and becomes more than a lack of light, it's a lack of matter. It's a hole. We all fall in.
We land in one of the roots of the tree and it's simply beautiful. The walls are a deep, rich purple, with millions of vines climbing along. The roots are lit up by the life energy of the tree dancing through the air to it's destination. We start walking towards the center of the tree. When we reach the end, or rather beginning, of our particular root, we can peer down into an abyss. This tree goes deep. We can also look up what seems like kilometers, where IS this? I've always been one for adventure so I jump. Jump into the abyss.
Falling and falling, faster and faster, I had only begun to think about how this may have been a bad idea when the air got cloudy below. The air got foggy around me. Everything became bright like when you're waking up from a dream, and then I..!
I'm sitting in a basement watching anime with a friend. Tea sits on the table, still steaming. The "living room" is part of a rather open-concept house. It's just one corner adorned with a love-seat, two coffee tables, and two chairs. In the nearest corner was her art studio, filled with beautiful paintings, pastels, charcoals... Everything from abstract art to the Japanese alphabet. My friend notices me looking around and says something in Japanese and giggles. "Je ne connais pas cela..." I reply. "I can show you around again if you want, it's nothing." She says.
So we have ourselves a look around, the layout is more or less living-room, art studio, study area, and one corner is blocked off. It's the kitchen/entryway. Of course on one of the walls we have bathroom and bedroom, nothing special.
While she's showing me the kitchen we suddenly have our coats on. That's right! We have to go to dollarama, grab some Christmas presents! We run out the door together into the blizzard... Into the fog... into the... the.. falling!
I fall for a few dream seconds that to me seem like hours when I hit the ground face first in a parking lot. I'm outside my old highschool. It's summer now. I look around and spot my friend Darcey running over. "Josh, that looked pretty painful, I was hoping I could buy you an energy drink, and fix your car?" Now, Darcey is more than generous in most cases, but I think this dream is wishful thinking. "Sure!" So we head on into the Co-Op and buy up some energy drinks. Walk out to -my car-. It's under a huge soggy blanket. What is this nonsense? Nothing spectacular, Darcey only polished my car by hand after turning it into a convertible. F*ck, what a good friend! Before I can thank him he runs off, apparently he has a highschool course he's late for. So I drive out to my old house in the country. Park in the driveway. Let myself in, because hey, f*ck the new owners, am I right? The house starts to shake like an earthquake and I turn to open the door and GTFO when Darcey lets himself in. Covered in snow. "It's a blizzard out there."
Falling falling falling into the atrium. Connie, an older woman from work who's known for saying frick'n-frack'n, is dressed like a witch. "I'm surprised you've made it this far, you little snot. You get more completes than me every day and half the time you're sleeping at your desk! Prepare to get what's coming to you!" This is the final battle! But I've played games like this before. Right in the center of the room there's a slowly spinning eye. I'll bet you anything that when it sees me it's going to shoot a laser. Why else would there be so many mirrors around the room? Puh-lease. So I stand in front of a skewed mirror and wait for the eye to see me. Sure enough, it fires away. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. It pierces Connie and keeps on going. Bounce. Bounce. It's coming straight for me! So I dodge roll to the side. *Phew* But I'd fallen into Connie's trap...
The light had formed the star of David along the room (when viewed from above, of course) and the floor began to pulse red and white. Connie was fading out of existence, turning into sand and floating towards the sky. Laughing. She rushes me, merely a torso, grabs my wrist and pulls me into the air. I start to fade too... My arm slowly turns to sand, dust, powder, and it climbs up my arm and my whole right side is fading. I'm pretty accepting of my death at this point, I've still done the world great justice. Wesley plays violin in the background while Renee draws a sketch to eternalize the moment... Darcey revs the engine of my Tiburon. Goodbye friends, good luck getting out of this f*cking tree!
The last room. We're almost at the final boss, all we have to do is solve this puzzle.
The room is lit by two floating white lights at the far end. On the wall behind them is what looks like a huge slab from the base of a tree, maybe it's a door, maybe there's a tree growing through the wall and ceiling, we don't know. Sprouting from the tree and climbing the walls are a bunch of purple and blue vines, each vine has a different pattern, beautiful as organic living snowflakes. A purple juice, goo, slime, whatever you want to call it, had poured out from the base of the far wall and formed a puddle half the size of the room, though it must have been long ago as it had become solid (or in the last, very viscous).
We take a few steps into the room, try to walk across the purple... We all start to shrink! Before we'd even begun to realize it, it was just too late. Tiny. All of us. Freakin' tiny. Maybe we're not so close to that last boss after all. We walk towards the far wall, which looks many kilometers away. The tree in the distance climbs higher than our eyes are now able to perceive. In dream hours, which really felt like few minutes, many random battles, and the death of a few party members (the details of which are unimportant) we reach the base of the tree. A shadow grows underneath us, and becomes more than a lack of light, it's a lack of matter. It's a hole. We all fall in.
We land in one of the roots of the tree and it's simply beautiful. The walls are a deep, rich purple, with millions of vines climbing along. The roots are lit up by the life energy of the tree dancing through the air to it's destination. We start walking towards the center of the tree. When we reach the end, or rather beginning, of our particular root, we can peer down into an abyss. This tree goes deep. We can also look up what seems like kilometers, where IS this? I've always been one for adventure so I jump. Jump into the abyss.
Falling and falling, faster and faster, I had only begun to think about how this may have been a bad idea when the air got cloudy below. The air got foggy around me. Everything became bright like when you're waking up from a dream, and then I..!
I'm sitting in a basement watching anime with a friend. Tea sits on the table, still steaming. The "living room" is part of a rather open-concept house. It's just one corner adorned with a love-seat, two coffee tables, and two chairs. In the nearest corner was her art studio, filled with beautiful paintings, pastels, charcoals... Everything from abstract art to the Japanese alphabet. My friend notices me looking around and says something in Japanese and giggles. "Je ne connais pas cela..." I reply. "I can show you around again if you want, it's nothing." She says.
So we have ourselves a look around, the layout is more or less living-room, art studio, study area, and one corner is blocked off. It's the kitchen/entryway. Of course on one of the walls we have bathroom and bedroom, nothing special.
While she's showing me the kitchen we suddenly have our coats on. That's right! We have to go to dollarama, grab some Christmas presents! We run out the door together into the blizzard... Into the fog... into the... the.. falling!
I fall for a few dream seconds that to me seem like hours when I hit the ground face first in a parking lot. I'm outside my old highschool. It's summer now. I look around and spot my friend Darcey running over. "Josh, that looked pretty painful, I was hoping I could buy you an energy drink, and fix your car?" Now, Darcey is more than generous in most cases, but I think this dream is wishful thinking. "Sure!" So we head on into the Co-Op and buy up some energy drinks. Walk out to -my car-. It's under a huge soggy blanket. What is this nonsense? Nothing spectacular, Darcey only polished my car by hand after turning it into a convertible. F*ck, what a good friend! Before I can thank him he runs off, apparently he has a highschool course he's late for. So I drive out to my old house in the country. Park in the driveway. Let myself in, because hey, f*ck the new owners, am I right? The house starts to shake like an earthquake and I turn to open the door and GTFO when Darcey lets himself in. Covered in snow. "It's a blizzard out there."
Falling falling falling into the atrium. Connie, an older woman from work who's known for saying frick'n-frack'n, is dressed like a witch. "I'm surprised you've made it this far, you little snot. You get more completes than me every day and half the time you're sleeping at your desk! Prepare to get what's coming to you!" This is the final battle! But I've played games like this before. Right in the center of the room there's a slowly spinning eye. I'll bet you anything that when it sees me it's going to shoot a laser. Why else would there be so many mirrors around the room? Puh-lease. So I stand in front of a skewed mirror and wait for the eye to see me. Sure enough, it fires away. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. It pierces Connie and keeps on going. Bounce. Bounce. It's coming straight for me! So I dodge roll to the side. *Phew* But I'd fallen into Connie's trap...
The light had formed the star of David along the room (when viewed from above, of course) and the floor began to pulse red and white. Connie was fading out of existence, turning into sand and floating towards the sky. Laughing. She rushes me, merely a torso, grabs my wrist and pulls me into the air. I start to fade too... My arm slowly turns to sand, dust, powder, and it climbs up my arm and my whole right side is fading. I'm pretty accepting of my death at this point, I've still done the world great justice. Wesley plays violin in the background while Renee draws a sketch to eternalize the moment... Darcey revs the engine of my Tiburon. Goodbye friends, good luck getting out of this f*cking tree!
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
My first real nightmare?
Have you ever actually had a dream that scared you? Because for over 19 years I didn't have a truly scary dream, though lately that's changed. I'm sorry I haven't been keeping up with the posts lately, though I've been working 5-6 shifts a week, writing mid-terms, and battling the bronchitis. But that's not why you're here! *Ahem*
First things first, I find myself in a good friend's living room. I try to look around but the room won't stop spinning. I'm getting dizzy and sick, so I grab onto the counter to get some balance... It's not a visual illusion, the room is actually spinning and I'm pulled from the counter up into the air. Floating in the air, my spinning accelerating like I'm in a hamster ball rolling down a hill into hell. Every now and then I bump into a wall, slam my head into something, grab for something to slow me down only to have some uncontrollable force tear me away.
I can't help but scream. I try and focus, only to have to spinning stop briefly. The second I get my feet back on the ground the spinning pulls me. Pushes me. Tosses me around. Nothing is stable. Everyone is watching me spin out, some pointing, some laughing, some shaking their heads, some stare... satisfied. They feel like I deserve this torture.
I close my eyes. Stop. Stop. Stop. Nothing. STOP. STOP. STOP SPINNING. Nothing.
I yell "STOP F***ING SPINNING!". I open my eyes and I'm standing at the the counter, gripping it tightly. Was that all in my head? (I have no idea I'm dreaming at any point) I ask my friend, "Do you have any medicine for this?! I never in my wildest dreams imagined flying powers would be this horrifying!". She promptly replies that the only solution is to pop some Ecstasy. I blink and she's standing right in front of me smiling. *pop* She pushes some Ecstasy into my mouth and tilts her head to the side and smiles.
I suddenly become very happy (how odd hey?) and I'm moving very quickly through a slowed-down world. She's able to move quickly too and she explains that my world is turning on me, spinning around because I have a feeling of no control over my life.
The trick, she says, is to be faster than the world, always moving, always one step ahead of the game. *I blink* We're naked. Shut up. It's not a wet dream.
I suppose the best way to describe this part of the dream, is that it was a beautiful moment. I was sitting on a footstool and she was sitting on my lap facing me. We were holding each other as closely as possible. Both of us were completely naked, fully comfortable with each other, and totally accepting. The world stopped spinning and time seemed to stop. I was the happiest I'd ever been in my life (that's what the dream's narrator said). In an anime-like attempt at anti-eroticism her hair covered her nipples, and no, this was not sexual.
Basking in the romance we leaned forward and kissed...
My teeth turned into cheese and melted onto her teeth and when we pulled apart huge greasy strands of cheddar and mozza still connected us. She screamed and brought her hands to her face to pull the cheese off, but it was too late. I had infected her with a sexually-transmitted-discheese. I ruined a perfect moment, because I wasn't good enough. I'm not pure!
I woke up and thought about how this may be relate to my life.
Do I really feel such a lack of control? Maybe.
Am I a bad influence on the lives of those I care about? Sometimes...
Do I really think of myself as an unhealthy, greasy, disease-ridden hoe-bag? Not so much.
Is romance more important than debauchery? Hell yes.
What an awful... beautiful... dream. Makes you think.
First things first, I find myself in a good friend's living room. I try to look around but the room won't stop spinning. I'm getting dizzy and sick, so I grab onto the counter to get some balance... It's not a visual illusion, the room is actually spinning and I'm pulled from the counter up into the air. Floating in the air, my spinning accelerating like I'm in a hamster ball rolling down a hill into hell. Every now and then I bump into a wall, slam my head into something, grab for something to slow me down only to have some uncontrollable force tear me away.
I can't help but scream. I try and focus, only to have to spinning stop briefly. The second I get my feet back on the ground the spinning pulls me. Pushes me. Tosses me around. Nothing is stable. Everyone is watching me spin out, some pointing, some laughing, some shaking their heads, some stare... satisfied. They feel like I deserve this torture.
I close my eyes. Stop. Stop. Stop. Nothing. STOP. STOP. STOP SPINNING. Nothing.
I yell "STOP F***ING SPINNING!". I open my eyes and I'm standing at the the counter, gripping it tightly. Was that all in my head? (I have no idea I'm dreaming at any point) I ask my friend, "Do you have any medicine for this?! I never in my wildest dreams imagined flying powers would be this horrifying!". She promptly replies that the only solution is to pop some Ecstasy. I blink and she's standing right in front of me smiling. *pop* She pushes some Ecstasy into my mouth and tilts her head to the side and smiles.
I suddenly become very happy (how odd hey?) and I'm moving very quickly through a slowed-down world. She's able to move quickly too and she explains that my world is turning on me, spinning around because I have a feeling of no control over my life.
The trick, she says, is to be faster than the world, always moving, always one step ahead of the game. *I blink* We're naked. Shut up. It's not a wet dream.
I suppose the best way to describe this part of the dream, is that it was a beautiful moment. I was sitting on a footstool and she was sitting on my lap facing me. We were holding each other as closely as possible. Both of us were completely naked, fully comfortable with each other, and totally accepting. The world stopped spinning and time seemed to stop. I was the happiest I'd ever been in my life (that's what the dream's narrator said). In an anime-like attempt at anti-eroticism her hair covered her nipples, and no, this was not sexual.
Basking in the romance we leaned forward and kissed...
My teeth turned into cheese and melted onto her teeth and when we pulled apart huge greasy strands of cheddar and mozza still connected us. She screamed and brought her hands to her face to pull the cheese off, but it was too late. I had infected her with a sexually-transmitted-discheese. I ruined a perfect moment, because I wasn't good enough. I'm not pure!
I woke up and thought about how this may be relate to my life.
Do I really feel such a lack of control? Maybe.
Am I a bad influence on the lives of those I care about? Sometimes...
Do I really think of myself as an unhealthy, greasy, disease-ridden hoe-bag? Not so much.
Is romance more important than debauchery? Hell yes.
What an awful... beautiful... dream. Makes you think.
Monday, October 4, 2010
There wasn't much to this dream, but I owe it to you.
I was sneaking around an elementary school with my friend trying to find the bathroom.
It was a lengthy journey, filled with many jokes about the median, the mean, and the mode. What does X bar mean?! What are the odds I'll pass my statistics class?! So many of these questions remained unanswered. Then we found... the kitchen! Yes, the walls were lined with so many boxes of cookies and candies, and we ate them all with our vacuums.
We had to leave the kitchen in a hurry when the grade four Sunday School class came in. So we took the fire extinguisher off the walls and set them all ablaze and ran for the basement. It was dark, dank, and all around creepy. Those big cement-block walls with peeling yellow paint, and a spiralling metal staircase at each end of the hall. We walked about half way down the hall where we found the bathroom. I had to pee so bad... It was due to boredom. I had myself a wonderful pee while my friend and I shot the shit (verbally, neither of us needed to download a brownload). Suddenly the floor was wet. The bathroom was flooding! I tried to escape but the door was closed.
My friend had become possessed by a piss-demon, who locked the door from the outside.
We drowned.
It was a lengthy journey, filled with many jokes about the median, the mean, and the mode. What does X bar mean?! What are the odds I'll pass my statistics class?! So many of these questions remained unanswered. Then we found... the kitchen! Yes, the walls were lined with so many boxes of cookies and candies, and we ate them all with our vacuums.
We had to leave the kitchen in a hurry when the grade four Sunday School class came in. So we took the fire extinguisher off the walls and set them all ablaze and ran for the basement. It was dark, dank, and all around creepy. Those big cement-block walls with peeling yellow paint, and a spiralling metal staircase at each end of the hall. We walked about half way down the hall where we found the bathroom. I had to pee so bad... It was due to boredom. I had myself a wonderful pee while my friend and I shot the shit (verbally, neither of us needed to download a brownload). Suddenly the floor was wet. The bathroom was flooding! I tried to escape but the door was closed.
My friend had become possessed by a piss-demon, who locked the door from the outside.
We drowned.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
University and Work...
Due to being so incredibly overbooked lately I've been really under slept, and I usually only dream when I have a full night's rest. But I finally got a day to sleep in and whoa...
I go out for a night of drinking in my blue-chrome wheelchair to show off my mags. I rev the engine and pop the clutch, rocketing forward into the front of a building that looks much like a face. The interior is much similar to a bar in Downtown Winnipeg. The Zoo... Behind the counter is my supervisor (who will remain anonymous to you until further notice) and he explains that I must drink these ten body shots of gelatin cat piss laced with cyanide out of my girlfriend's unshaven elbows while juggling Walkie Talkies tuned to the frequency of my sexual-hunger in order to un-be. This got me very very drunk and before I knew it...
I was sitting in my apartment playing The Real Super Mario Bros, which if you didn't happen to know already, is the virtual reality Mario game. I was jumping around in the underground dungeon in my giant yellow boot stomping goombas into oblivion. Suddenly I fall into a pit, this is sure to be the end... The boogieman wouldn't have it that way, not in a thousand years. In the blackness I see his giant floating eyeball fade into existence. I don't know where to begin describing this eyeball but basically is was covered in a layer of purple flesh. Rather the skin was wrapped around it with a little slit in the middle, and this slit would open in a manner much similar to eyelids. And so it did.
This act revealed a blood green (yes.) iris with a very tiny hate filled pupil. A portal opened up in front of the floating eyeball and a rather large purple ghost hand came shooting out of it and stripped me of my boot. It threw my boot further into the darkness and grabbed me around the waist. I'm zipping faster than the speed of dark for years upon years that seem like seconds, only to come to a sudden stop. My room is filled with a very thick, muggy, light that slowly wafts off into the corners of the room. I feel very hollow and decide it a good idea to examine my person, only to find that I'm bleeding all over my bed from a hole in my stomach.
I call an ambulance and in an instant a bus smashes through my apartment wall (on the 5th floor of the complex). The paramedic/bus-driver opens the front doors and a team of surgeons come running out and put me on a stretcher to bring me aboard the bus. My family doctor from the town I used to live in is the Surgeon General, with an assault rifle mounted on his back. It was loaded with scalpels. He tells me I need to start eating more, that my bleeding was due to malnourishment, that my anorexia was embodied in the form of this illness.
The back door gets ripped from the bus and a giant hand reaches in and crushes the my doctor so hard he turns into a woman and gives birth. My cousin rats him out to the bus driver for giving birth in public without submitting his Public Birth Ticket, which, by the way cost 9 dollars individually or 45 dollars for 5. I crawl out of the bus and into the street to find myself surrounded by empty police cars. Huddled at the southwest corner of the intersection stands a group of humanoids in white shawls. They all turn to face me when the world goes dark once again... There's the eyeball.
I open my eyes to find myself in front of my apartment door... I fumble for my keys. I have to get in! My key doesn't work in the door. None of my keys work in the door. I try using the end of the keychain in the door only to have my keys fly in my face and gouge out my eyes. I'm blind! I'm blind!
In the crimson darkness I see the eyeball fade into existence... another just like it opens up beside it... They open in an instant in get rocketed forward into my skull. I am the boogieman's new body.
I go out for a night of drinking in my blue-chrome wheelchair to show off my mags. I rev the engine and pop the clutch, rocketing forward into the front of a building that looks much like a face. The interior is much similar to a bar in Downtown Winnipeg. The Zoo... Behind the counter is my supervisor (who will remain anonymous to you until further notice) and he explains that I must drink these ten body shots of gelatin cat piss laced with cyanide out of my girlfriend's unshaven elbows while juggling Walkie Talkies tuned to the frequency of my sexual-hunger in order to un-be. This got me very very drunk and before I knew it...
I was sitting in my apartment playing The Real Super Mario Bros, which if you didn't happen to know already, is the virtual reality Mario game. I was jumping around in the underground dungeon in my giant yellow boot stomping goombas into oblivion. Suddenly I fall into a pit, this is sure to be the end... The boogieman wouldn't have it that way, not in a thousand years. In the blackness I see his giant floating eyeball fade into existence. I don't know where to begin describing this eyeball but basically is was covered in a layer of purple flesh. Rather the skin was wrapped around it with a little slit in the middle, and this slit would open in a manner much similar to eyelids. And so it did.
This act revealed a blood green (yes.) iris with a very tiny hate filled pupil. A portal opened up in front of the floating eyeball and a rather large purple ghost hand came shooting out of it and stripped me of my boot. It threw my boot further into the darkness and grabbed me around the waist. I'm zipping faster than the speed of dark for years upon years that seem like seconds, only to come to a sudden stop. My room is filled with a very thick, muggy, light that slowly wafts off into the corners of the room. I feel very hollow and decide it a good idea to examine my person, only to find that I'm bleeding all over my bed from a hole in my stomach.
I call an ambulance and in an instant a bus smashes through my apartment wall (on the 5th floor of the complex). The paramedic/bus-driver opens the front doors and a team of surgeons come running out and put me on a stretcher to bring me aboard the bus. My family doctor from the town I used to live in is the Surgeon General, with an assault rifle mounted on his back. It was loaded with scalpels. He tells me I need to start eating more, that my bleeding was due to malnourishment, that my anorexia was embodied in the form of this illness.
The back door gets ripped from the bus and a giant hand reaches in and crushes the my doctor so hard he turns into a woman and gives birth. My cousin rats him out to the bus driver for giving birth in public without submitting his Public Birth Ticket, which, by the way cost 9 dollars individually or 45 dollars for 5. I crawl out of the bus and into the street to find myself surrounded by empty police cars. Huddled at the southwest corner of the intersection stands a group of humanoids in white shawls. They all turn to face me when the world goes dark once again... There's the eyeball.
I open my eyes to find myself in front of my apartment door... I fumble for my keys. I have to get in! My key doesn't work in the door. None of my keys work in the door. I try using the end of the keychain in the door only to have my keys fly in my face and gouge out my eyes. I'm blind! I'm blind!
In the crimson darkness I see the eyeball fade into existence... another just like it opens up beside it... They open in an instant in get rocketed forward into my skull. I am the boogieman's new body.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Last year...
I can't seem to find this dream on my site, so I figure I might as well type out everything I remember about it...
The ship.
This dream took place on a large cargo ship. Not your average run of the mill cargo ship, but a trailerpark trailer on pontoons dragging a boating-dock behind it. The trailer was pretty shabby looking, with cardboard duct-taped to the windows. the front door was perpetually ajar, never to be fixed throughout the course of the boat OR the course of the dream. there was a ladder tied to the side of the trailer to allow access to the roofrack/deck. Call it what you will, they're one in the same in the case of a trailer. The dock was in shambles, tied together poorly using frayed old yellow rope. When I first opened my eyes to the dream world I was standing at the far end of the dock, being pulled behind the trailer.
The tornado.
the sky was a dark blue-black, very ominous and foreboding or so I found. There was a cold wind across the water's surface, cutting through me in the way wind has been known to cut. It was raining sideways and not too far ahead in the distance was a thunderstorm. Not too much farther than that there was a very. very. very. large. tornado.
The legendary pokemon battle.
In the sky above my head, two legendary bird pokemon were battling for the fate of my world. One of them controlled some element of spacetime and the other some element of nature. Things were very majestic and the two pokemon fired beams from their mouths and fire from their wings. Hypnotic mind crushing ripples from their mind's-eye.
This was surely the cause of the storm.
My death.
The only way to save my life was clearly thus: to catch the two legendary pokemon and add them to my collection. To harness their abilities and lay claim to the universe itself. I launched my pokeballs into the sky, go pokeballs! GO! ...
...
...
They merely bounced off the two fighting pokemon.
Their fight paused and they looked at me for a moment. Looked at each other and nodded. I was struck down by lightning and burst into oblivion...
Getting reborn as a giant fish.
When I awoke I was a sailboat on the waters surface. The sky was clear and bright, the wind strong enough to propel me forward, yet gentle enough to not send me astray. I reveled in this perfect moment. I closed my boat eyes and dove beneath the surface. I am I fish, a sailboat size green fish with huge lips... Ready to kiss another fish. It's mating season Missus Greenfish! Pg14 dream sequence, involving fish love of the deck of the titanic.
The alternate ending.
I shake off this dream like the creepy, wrong, foul, disgusting garbage it is and find a better place.
Getting reborn in the basement.
I'm sitting alone in a basement entryway to a house, in the closet. The zombies can't find me here. The zombies can't find me here. The zombies can't... They've found me!
I jump up and push the nearest zombie into the crowd, I smash through the glass door and run out into the field, zombies on my tail. It's nighttime, well lit by a full moon. The yard is a forest, many branch filled trees all around. It must be autumn, because there's no foliage and... and... and I've been bit.
Becoming a super zombie.
I hate this. I have no soul. No life. No ambitions. I will never amount to more than a flesh eating monster. Monster? what do I think I am, zombies aren't monsters. Monsters are cool, monsters can jump forty feet in the air. Pounce on prey and rip them to shreds with incredible predator claws. Shriek with force and instill terror in the hearts of many... I can do these things. And I jump into a tree, cry out, and take down little red riding hood. Bite me.
The ship.
This dream took place on a large cargo ship. Not your average run of the mill cargo ship, but a trailerpark trailer on pontoons dragging a boating-dock behind it. The trailer was pretty shabby looking, with cardboard duct-taped to the windows. the front door was perpetually ajar, never to be fixed throughout the course of the boat OR the course of the dream. there was a ladder tied to the side of the trailer to allow access to the roofrack/deck. Call it what you will, they're one in the same in the case of a trailer. The dock was in shambles, tied together poorly using frayed old yellow rope. When I first opened my eyes to the dream world I was standing at the far end of the dock, being pulled behind the trailer.
The tornado.
the sky was a dark blue-black, very ominous and foreboding or so I found. There was a cold wind across the water's surface, cutting through me in the way wind has been known to cut. It was raining sideways and not too far ahead in the distance was a thunderstorm. Not too much farther than that there was a very. very. very. large. tornado.
The legendary pokemon battle.
In the sky above my head, two legendary bird pokemon were battling for the fate of my world. One of them controlled some element of spacetime and the other some element of nature. Things were very majestic and the two pokemon fired beams from their mouths and fire from their wings. Hypnotic mind crushing ripples from their mind's-eye.
This was surely the cause of the storm.
My death.
The only way to save my life was clearly thus: to catch the two legendary pokemon and add them to my collection. To harness their abilities and lay claim to the universe itself. I launched my pokeballs into the sky, go pokeballs! GO! ...
...
...
They merely bounced off the two fighting pokemon.
Their fight paused and they looked at me for a moment. Looked at each other and nodded. I was struck down by lightning and burst into oblivion...
Getting reborn as a giant fish.
When I awoke I was a sailboat on the waters surface. The sky was clear and bright, the wind strong enough to propel me forward, yet gentle enough to not send me astray. I reveled in this perfect moment. I closed my boat eyes and dove beneath the surface. I am I fish, a sailboat size green fish with huge lips... Ready to kiss another fish. It's mating season Missus Greenfish! Pg14 dream sequence, involving fish love of the deck of the titanic.
The alternate ending.
I shake off this dream like the creepy, wrong, foul, disgusting garbage it is and find a better place.
Getting reborn in the basement.
I'm sitting alone in a basement entryway to a house, in the closet. The zombies can't find me here. The zombies can't find me here. The zombies can't... They've found me!
I jump up and push the nearest zombie into the crowd, I smash through the glass door and run out into the field, zombies on my tail. It's nighttime, well lit by a full moon. The yard is a forest, many branch filled trees all around. It must be autumn, because there's no foliage and... and... and I've been bit.
Becoming a super zombie.
I hate this. I have no soul. No life. No ambitions. I will never amount to more than a flesh eating monster. Monster? what do I think I am, zombies aren't monsters. Monsters are cool, monsters can jump forty feet in the air. Pounce on prey and rip them to shreds with incredible predator claws. Shriek with force and instill terror in the hearts of many... I can do these things. And I jump into a tree, cry out, and take down little red riding hood. Bite me.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
You know the forks? "I know OF the forks..."
It's night. The moon is shining brightly through the glass ceiling.
I find myself quietly walking on the second floor of the forks market, careful not to be seen. On the main floor there are hundreds of zombies bumping shoulder to shoulder, trying to open up a path for the King Of Vampires. The King is wearing an elegant red outfit, with a cape of sorts. His hair is done up much like Elvis', and he sported a Satan Stache with the little goatee.
Now as I'm sure you know, not every zombie is the same. This was much the case in my dream. The King had some elite zombies that wore make shift armor. Regardless of what the elite zombies looked like, he told them to find me and bring me to him dead or alive.
Now it suddenly became clear to me that my plan was to get to the riverside sewer system underneath the forks market and sneak out onto the river through an emergency exit. It didn't take much planning, the thought just came to me, really. I stumbled upon one of those tiny elevator shafts for meals and mail and I hopped on in! I pulled the rope and off I went. Unfortunately the little elevator was really loud and all the zombies knew where I was. I got to the sewer in around two seconds, because I was falling from the second floor at about 9.8m/s^2. When my elevator stopped I jumped out like a superhero in slow motion -> action pose with a fist in the sky!
I had a pretty powerful area of effect because all the nearby zombies got knocked back in a near perfect circle around me. I started sprinting to the staircase when I heard someone call me out. I turned to find a group of girls standing like... Damn, who's that group... Destiny's Child? NO! Sorry, Charlie's angels, that's the one. Anywho, they said they were still mad at me about being such a heart breaker in high school or something to that effect. To be fair, these were just dream girls. I never went to high school with them and I was never a heart breaker.
A bunch of text slides on up to the center of my dream view, "BATTLE START".
When all of a sudden the girls pull out airsoft guns faster than your uncle pulls it out when your parents leave the room. A grid appears along the floor and the room is broken up into squares and levels... Just like in Final Fantasy Tactics. Except this time there are futuristic robots with arm cannons and shoulder mounted turrets.
I highlight myself and use my move points to run up that magical staircase that I totally mentioned earlier... *Ahem* As you read in the above paragraph, there was a magical staircase in the center of the atrium... In the sewer. This staircase was New-Piano-Key Black, ebony if you were. With a golden rail on one side and silver on the other. Midway up the staircase there was a large break where part of the staircase had collapsed, creating a gap between the lower half and the upper half.
So yes, I started to run up this staircase until I ran out of move points. Then I turned around and used my ACTION POINTS. If you remember, back in the day, we used to have those little rubber domes that you would turn inside out and place on the floor... After a few moments they would pop back to normal and go spiraling through the air? Well it just so happened that my "gun" was one of these domes filled to the brim with airsoft pellets. The group of girls had been following close behind and with one pop they were pelted with pellets. They all suffered serious knockback and were launched into the air in dramatic just-got-pwned poses. They burst out of existence and red text popped into center dream. CRITICAL FLAK DAMAGE.
Encounter resolved.
I jumped to the other half of the staircase and ran to the end...
Where the staircase ends.
The staircase lead to a hammock in the scaffolding of the in-sewer atrium. In this hammock was a hockey bag... Not just any hockey bag but one contaning loads of helmets, skates, miscellaneous hockey equipment, several airsoft guns, and also a sword. A gold and silver sword bent like a hockey stick. It became very clear to me... This was the enchanted armor used by the world's hero ten thousand years ago. I was to wear full goalie garb, and slay the vampire king with this sword.
As soon as I finished gearing up, I found myself in a golden chamber. Meaning this.
The walls were made of golden bricks. The ceiling was supported by golden pillars.
There were several statues of golden women. Lastly, a golden throne.
The vampire king sat upon said throne at the far end, with a smile that went from one corner of his mouth to the other corner of his mouth. That mouth opened and he started laughing. His laughing echoed, getting louder and louder, less like laughter and more like insane white noise. Can you imagine if white noise had an angry, insane inflection? Because that's what this was. From a dull hiss to a scratchy roar the air became painful to my ears. Then it stopped. The vampire king said... Do you see these bricks? Each one of them contains a gem. Concentrated human soul. Refined under high heat and pressure to become nothing but a semi-opaque crystalline rock. These golden gems give one magical abilities...
Your heart is one in the same. A gem. With your disciplined focus heated by your passion for life and love, having undergone the most traumatic experiences one can face. Your heart has been forged into the strongest and most magical gem of all. This is why you can do anything you put your mind to. Designed for greatness. Perfection. Fame. Prepared to burn forever... Your heart is charcoal and I don't want it in my wall.
I find myself quietly walking on the second floor of the forks market, careful not to be seen. On the main floor there are hundreds of zombies bumping shoulder to shoulder, trying to open up a path for the King Of Vampires. The King is wearing an elegant red outfit, with a cape of sorts. His hair is done up much like Elvis', and he sported a Satan Stache with the little goatee.
Now as I'm sure you know, not every zombie is the same. This was much the case in my dream. The King had some elite zombies that wore make shift armor. Regardless of what the elite zombies looked like, he told them to find me and bring me to him dead or alive.
Now it suddenly became clear to me that my plan was to get to the riverside sewer system underneath the forks market and sneak out onto the river through an emergency exit. It didn't take much planning, the thought just came to me, really. I stumbled upon one of those tiny elevator shafts for meals and mail and I hopped on in! I pulled the rope and off I went. Unfortunately the little elevator was really loud and all the zombies knew where I was. I got to the sewer in around two seconds, because I was falling from the second floor at about 9.8m/s^2. When my elevator stopped I jumped out like a superhero in slow motion -> action pose with a fist in the sky!
I had a pretty powerful area of effect because all the nearby zombies got knocked back in a near perfect circle around me. I started sprinting to the staircase when I heard someone call me out. I turned to find a group of girls standing like... Damn, who's that group... Destiny's Child? NO! Sorry, Charlie's angels, that's the one. Anywho, they said they were still mad at me about being such a heart breaker in high school or something to that effect. To be fair, these were just dream girls. I never went to high school with them and I was never a heart breaker.
A bunch of text slides on up to the center of my dream view, "BATTLE START".
When all of a sudden the girls pull out airsoft guns faster than your uncle pulls it out when your parents leave the room. A grid appears along the floor and the room is broken up into squares and levels... Just like in Final Fantasy Tactics. Except this time there are futuristic robots with arm cannons and shoulder mounted turrets.
I highlight myself and use my move points to run up that magical staircase that I totally mentioned earlier... *Ahem* As you read in the above paragraph, there was a magical staircase in the center of the atrium... In the sewer. This staircase was New-Piano-Key Black, ebony if you were. With a golden rail on one side and silver on the other. Midway up the staircase there was a large break where part of the staircase had collapsed, creating a gap between the lower half and the upper half.
So yes, I started to run up this staircase until I ran out of move points. Then I turned around and used my ACTION POINTS. If you remember, back in the day, we used to have those little rubber domes that you would turn inside out and place on the floor... After a few moments they would pop back to normal and go spiraling through the air? Well it just so happened that my "gun" was one of these domes filled to the brim with airsoft pellets. The group of girls had been following close behind and with one pop they were pelted with pellets. They all suffered serious knockback and were launched into the air in dramatic just-got-pwned poses. They burst out of existence and red text popped into center dream. CRITICAL FLAK DAMAGE.
Encounter resolved.
I jumped to the other half of the staircase and ran to the end...
Where the staircase ends.
The staircase lead to a hammock in the scaffolding of the in-sewer atrium. In this hammock was a hockey bag... Not just any hockey bag but one contaning loads of helmets, skates, miscellaneous hockey equipment, several airsoft guns, and also a sword. A gold and silver sword bent like a hockey stick. It became very clear to me... This was the enchanted armor used by the world's hero ten thousand years ago. I was to wear full goalie garb, and slay the vampire king with this sword.
As soon as I finished gearing up, I found myself in a golden chamber. Meaning this.
The walls were made of golden bricks. The ceiling was supported by golden pillars.
There were several statues of golden women. Lastly, a golden throne.
The vampire king sat upon said throne at the far end, with a smile that went from one corner of his mouth to the other corner of his mouth. That mouth opened and he started laughing. His laughing echoed, getting louder and louder, less like laughter and more like insane white noise. Can you imagine if white noise had an angry, insane inflection? Because that's what this was. From a dull hiss to a scratchy roar the air became painful to my ears. Then it stopped. The vampire king said... Do you see these bricks? Each one of them contains a gem. Concentrated human soul. Refined under high heat and pressure to become nothing but a semi-opaque crystalline rock. These golden gems give one magical abilities...
Your heart is one in the same. A gem. With your disciplined focus heated by your passion for life and love, having undergone the most traumatic experiences one can face. Your heart has been forged into the strongest and most magical gem of all. This is why you can do anything you put your mind to. Designed for greatness. Perfection. Fame. Prepared to burn forever... Your heart is charcoal and I don't want it in my wall.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
I can remember my dreams again?!
So last night...
I was walking down the street in the town where I used to live, when all of a sudden six people on horses come zooming by laughing and screaming. I pause. "That's... Never seen that before around here. Maybe it's legal now." Though the legality of the situation is never revealed in this dream, it certainly delivers what a good dream should. Pressing forward... One of the horses jumps over a fence but the person suddenly falls off and dies a gruesome fence death. The other people continue to ride as if nothing happened and the horse runs free.
This is a situation that calls for me, clearly, because I know how to ride horse. *I lived in the country for ten years, only 6/7 of the time was video games.* So I chased that steed down with passion. The fiery kind of passion that you can feel in your stomach, feel it spreading though your digestive tract. Your colon. I could also feel it in my heart, pumping it through my arteries, veins, and colon. I did not poop the bed, but it was such an intense dream I could feel the rush of PASSION.
So naturally I catch the horse because I'm awesome... In my dreams. I grab the saddle and start pulling myself up while it's still running. *The horse is telepathic.*
"You think you can tame a mythical creature, boy?" and I think back
"I can sure as hell try!"... A few moments pass and the horse thinks at me
"Well, do you?" I think back
"I CAN SURE AS HELL TRY!" after a few seconds the horse says
"It's rude not to reply. Ass." *I'm not telepathic.*
" I thought I said I can sure as hell try!"
The horse say neigh I was just f*cking with you.
So the horse and I became fast friends, in every meaning. We started running figure eights through the parking lot, trampling passerby, and drive by sling-shottings.
Though we both know how this situation has to end. Turn, Steed! Straight ahead, Steed!
I took him back to his pack. The 6 girls who --- the 5 girls riding horseback were fascinated I caught up to them on the seemingly slowest horse of the bunch.
"Roxy was always a bit of an ass." Said one of the girls. Roxy thinks to me
"My mother was a donkey. My father was a horse god. She died during childbirth."
This brought back horrible memories for Roxy and before I could dismount he shot off through the mall (Yes.) and my head hit every second-floor walkway until I fell off.
The girls came back and said, you're not very tall for a boy, but you're still taller than us I guess. Suddenly two of the girls turned into boys and became taller than me.
I took this as my cue to leave and started walking down the street the other way, back home. What's this? A car in my driveway? Oh my god, Darcey finally got a three-seater! He can help me move! (Darcey has been asking me for rides anywhere and everywhere for almost four years. This was a highlight of this dream and stood out the most when I woke up. The three seater car plays a major role in this dream later on.)
I run into the house only to find myself on a battleground. My mom's ex-boyfriend is slaying my friends and family and laughing maniacally. *I ran to the public bathrooms.*
"Sitting in a stall, sitting in a stall, Pat won't kill me if I'm sitting in a stall"
"Hey!" some girl jumps up and peeks over the top of the stall. "Are you peeing sitting down?"
"Yeah. I always do. I have a long-standing fear of urinals, and peeing standing up in general."
"Oh... Well, I guess you deserve to die!" she says as she starts laughing.
I got up to punch her in the face, but suddenly a machete pierces the door!.. and my abdomen. I cough up some blood and stand frozen until it gets pulled out. I drop to me knees. The door opens. Pat is standing there grinning and the world around him is spattered with blood.
Wesley and Darcey come back from wherever they were, probably heaven, with McDonald's.
Pat can't handle anymore Carbohydrates! *He explodes* "Curse you french fried pertaters!----------" Echoes throughout the room. He turns into a cheque for his share of the house and cottage. "Separation Agreement - WIN"
I lied about the three-seater playing a role later on.
I was walking down the street in the town where I used to live, when all of a sudden six people on horses come zooming by laughing and screaming. I pause. "That's... Never seen that before around here. Maybe it's legal now." Though the legality of the situation is never revealed in this dream, it certainly delivers what a good dream should. Pressing forward... One of the horses jumps over a fence but the person suddenly falls off and dies a gruesome fence death. The other people continue to ride as if nothing happened and the horse runs free.
This is a situation that calls for me, clearly, because I know how to ride horse. *I lived in the country for ten years, only 6/7 of the time was video games.* So I chased that steed down with passion. The fiery kind of passion that you can feel in your stomach, feel it spreading though your digestive tract. Your colon. I could also feel it in my heart, pumping it through my arteries, veins, and colon. I did not poop the bed, but it was such an intense dream I could feel the rush of PASSION.
So naturally I catch the horse because I'm awesome... In my dreams. I grab the saddle and start pulling myself up while it's still running. *The horse is telepathic.*
"You think you can tame a mythical creature, boy?" and I think back
"I can sure as hell try!"... A few moments pass and the horse thinks at me
"Well, do you?" I think back
"I CAN SURE AS HELL TRY!" after a few seconds the horse says
"It's rude not to reply. Ass." *I'm not telepathic.*
" I thought I said I can sure as hell try!"
The horse say neigh I was just f*cking with you.
So the horse and I became fast friends, in every meaning. We started running figure eights through the parking lot, trampling passerby, and drive by sling-shottings.
Though we both know how this situation has to end. Turn, Steed! Straight ahead, Steed!
I took him back to his pack. The 6 girls who --- the 5 girls riding horseback were fascinated I caught up to them on the seemingly slowest horse of the bunch.
"Roxy was always a bit of an ass." Said one of the girls. Roxy thinks to me
"My mother was a donkey. My father was a horse god. She died during childbirth."
This brought back horrible memories for Roxy and before I could dismount he shot off through the mall (Yes.) and my head hit every second-floor walkway until I fell off.
The girls came back and said, you're not very tall for a boy, but you're still taller than us I guess. Suddenly two of the girls turned into boys and became taller than me.
I took this as my cue to leave and started walking down the street the other way, back home. What's this? A car in my driveway? Oh my god, Darcey finally got a three-seater! He can help me move! (Darcey has been asking me for rides anywhere and everywhere for almost four years. This was a highlight of this dream and stood out the most when I woke up. The three seater car plays a major role in this dream later on.)
I run into the house only to find myself on a battleground. My mom's ex-boyfriend is slaying my friends and family and laughing maniacally. *I ran to the public bathrooms.*
"Sitting in a stall, sitting in a stall, Pat won't kill me if I'm sitting in a stall"
"Hey!" some girl jumps up and peeks over the top of the stall. "Are you peeing sitting down?"
"Yeah. I always do. I have a long-standing fear of urinals, and peeing standing up in general."
"Oh... Well, I guess you deserve to die!" she says as she starts laughing.
I got up to punch her in the face, but suddenly a machete pierces the door!.. and my abdomen. I cough up some blood and stand frozen until it gets pulled out. I drop to me knees. The door opens. Pat is standing there grinning and the world around him is spattered with blood.
Wesley and Darcey come back from wherever they were, probably heaven, with McDonald's.
Pat can't handle anymore Carbohydrates! *He explodes* "Curse you french fried pertaters!----------" Echoes throughout the room. He turns into a cheque for his share of the house and cottage. "Separation Agreement - WIN"
I lied about the three-seater playing a role later on.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Let there be Survival Horror!
I really, really, really wish that I wrote this AS SOON AS I WOKE UP. Alas, it's had a day to fade from my memory...
Ahh the family reunion, what a convenient place for a survival horror.
The family has decided to rent a mansion for our reunion this year, seeing as how there are so many of us. A time to rediscover old aunts, uncles, cousins, and the departed?.. I find myself in a very large room with a high ceiling. The floor lined with benches, and the benches lined with family. I'm on the second floor looking over the balcony. My grandpa is leading our prayer to the lord, that the food be blessed, that we have a fun filled week, and that the angry spirits living in the mansion do not harm any members of our family. A younger cousin of mine sits across the room, still on the second floor with me, jotting something down in his notebook. Curious. Another cousin of mine, a few years older than myself, stands beside me. We all look up at the same time and without saying anything it becomes clear that we are to sneak off and explore the mansion.
The halls are much dimmer than the atrium was, lit only by the moonlight creeping in through boarded up windows. Everything is a dim greyish-blue color that gets darker as the halls go on. We notice a faint light at the end of one of the halls and decide to see what it is. Upon closer inspection we find it to be a wall-mounted candle, as soon as we reach the end of this particular hallway the candle goes out. A fog fills the halls and we start to lose sight of each other. A dim circle of white light appears on the floor and a spiked platform begins to rise up. Two large horns sprout from the platform, piercing one of my cousins stomachs. He starts to bleed out from his mouth, though he coughs up a rich black ink instead of blood... Then a white demon with a form much similar to Ifrit (of Final Fantasy VII) rises from the floor as well.
I turn to run, but quickly become frozen with fear. A faint side-profile of a face appears in the center of the hallway and fades away. Suddenly the ghost of a young woman in a white dress wearing a red sash appears at the other end of the hall. Her face is covered by her long black hair. She glides forward in that sketchy, jittery, motion ghosts are known for. Jumping forward meters at a time without actually stepping at all. Fading out, fading back in further ahead... Within moments she's right in front of me. The world gets fuzzy, like white noise on a television, refocuses, then becomes fuzzy again. The woman looks up and as I stare into her empty eyes the world becomes white noise once again.
When it refocuses I'm in the atrium, fifteen minutes in the past. I look across the room at my younger cousin jotting something down in his notebook. I run to look at what he's written down... He's writing down everything that just happened. As soon as he finishes he gets a blank look on his face, shakes his head, and rereads what he just wrote. It seems like this book is similar to the save system in that old Zelda game, Majora's Mask. We're to relive the following 15 minutes until we solve the mystery of the mansion, writing down our new discoveries and clues every time and going somewhere else on our next run. We decide it would be best to speak with my grandpa about the spirits, seeing as how he's very well informed on the supernatural.
He explains to us that there's an ancient artifact in the family store across town that the spirits are trying to obtain. He says that if we can get it and bring it to him, he will purify it for us to ward off the spirits and demons. We start our walk across town, down the lone gravel road, through the mist and fog. When we get to the store we spot a horn on the wall, glowing a bright green. When we take it down, my grandpa appears behind us. "Yes... Yes... This is it." He says with a grin on his face. Suddenly his teeth become large and sharp, and he begins to laugh. "That artifact was sealed to the wall by an ancestor of yours, so that no demon or spirit may ever take it down. Only someone with the family's blood coursing through their veins could break the charm and remove it." A demon bursts through my grandpa's skin, revealing itself. "I'm a demon of fear and hatred. I manifested in your grandpa's heart a long time ago. I ate at his organs, bones, and soul to grow. I've worn his skin and lived his life for years now. I've been giving you "advice" so that you could carry out my ambitions." The demon snatched the glowing horn from my hands and absorbed it into his chest... The room quickly becomes cold and grey. The demon continues to laugh. My cousin bolts forward in a feudal attempt to stop him. The demon tilts it's head forward, impaling my cousin. *Snap* My cousin is replaced by his stunt double, Samuel L. Jackson, the actor who is well known for playing the role of the first character to die.
Freeze frame. A man walks in from the edge of my vision and delivers a brief speech about hate crimes and racism. He then exits on the opposite side. Resume dream. The demon splits Samuel from his stomach to the top of his head and tosses his corps against the wall. He takes a wide swing and slices me clean in two... everything is white noise... I wake up to find myself leaning against the balcony rail on the second floor of the atrium. My cousin is jotting away in his notebook.
Ahh the family reunion, what a convenient place for a survival horror.
The family has decided to rent a mansion for our reunion this year, seeing as how there are so many of us. A time to rediscover old aunts, uncles, cousins, and the departed?.. I find myself in a very large room with a high ceiling. The floor lined with benches, and the benches lined with family. I'm on the second floor looking over the balcony. My grandpa is leading our prayer to the lord, that the food be blessed, that we have a fun filled week, and that the angry spirits living in the mansion do not harm any members of our family. A younger cousin of mine sits across the room, still on the second floor with me, jotting something down in his notebook. Curious. Another cousin of mine, a few years older than myself, stands beside me. We all look up at the same time and without saying anything it becomes clear that we are to sneak off and explore the mansion.
The halls are much dimmer than the atrium was, lit only by the moonlight creeping in through boarded up windows. Everything is a dim greyish-blue color that gets darker as the halls go on. We notice a faint light at the end of one of the halls and decide to see what it is. Upon closer inspection we find it to be a wall-mounted candle, as soon as we reach the end of this particular hallway the candle goes out. A fog fills the halls and we start to lose sight of each other. A dim circle of white light appears on the floor and a spiked platform begins to rise up. Two large horns sprout from the platform, piercing one of my cousins stomachs. He starts to bleed out from his mouth, though he coughs up a rich black ink instead of blood... Then a white demon with a form much similar to Ifrit (of Final Fantasy VII) rises from the floor as well.
I turn to run, but quickly become frozen with fear. A faint side-profile of a face appears in the center of the hallway and fades away. Suddenly the ghost of a young woman in a white dress wearing a red sash appears at the other end of the hall. Her face is covered by her long black hair. She glides forward in that sketchy, jittery, motion ghosts are known for. Jumping forward meters at a time without actually stepping at all. Fading out, fading back in further ahead... Within moments she's right in front of me. The world gets fuzzy, like white noise on a television, refocuses, then becomes fuzzy again. The woman looks up and as I stare into her empty eyes the world becomes white noise once again.
When it refocuses I'm in the atrium, fifteen minutes in the past. I look across the room at my younger cousin jotting something down in his notebook. I run to look at what he's written down... He's writing down everything that just happened. As soon as he finishes he gets a blank look on his face, shakes his head, and rereads what he just wrote. It seems like this book is similar to the save system in that old Zelda game, Majora's Mask. We're to relive the following 15 minutes until we solve the mystery of the mansion, writing down our new discoveries and clues every time and going somewhere else on our next run. We decide it would be best to speak with my grandpa about the spirits, seeing as how he's very well informed on the supernatural.
He explains to us that there's an ancient artifact in the family store across town that the spirits are trying to obtain. He says that if we can get it and bring it to him, he will purify it for us to ward off the spirits and demons. We start our walk across town, down the lone gravel road, through the mist and fog. When we get to the store we spot a horn on the wall, glowing a bright green. When we take it down, my grandpa appears behind us. "Yes... Yes... This is it." He says with a grin on his face. Suddenly his teeth become large and sharp, and he begins to laugh. "That artifact was sealed to the wall by an ancestor of yours, so that no demon or spirit may ever take it down. Only someone with the family's blood coursing through their veins could break the charm and remove it." A demon bursts through my grandpa's skin, revealing itself. "I'm a demon of fear and hatred. I manifested in your grandpa's heart a long time ago. I ate at his organs, bones, and soul to grow. I've worn his skin and lived his life for years now. I've been giving you "advice" so that you could carry out my ambitions." The demon snatched the glowing horn from my hands and absorbed it into his chest... The room quickly becomes cold and grey. The demon continues to laugh. My cousin bolts forward in a feudal attempt to stop him. The demon tilts it's head forward, impaling my cousin. *Snap* My cousin is replaced by his stunt double, Samuel L. Jackson, the actor who is well known for playing the role of the first character to die.
Freeze frame. A man walks in from the edge of my vision and delivers a brief speech about hate crimes and racism. He then exits on the opposite side. Resume dream. The demon splits Samuel from his stomach to the top of his head and tosses his corps against the wall. He takes a wide swing and slices me clean in two... everything is white noise... I wake up to find myself leaning against the balcony rail on the second floor of the atrium. My cousin is jotting away in his notebook.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
So I forgot the majority of the second half of that dream...
But on the other hand I did happen to write down what happened in my dream on the night of Monday, July19th...
I found myself in a marvelous castle with beautiful architecture. The castle was mine to defend, I was part of a select group of elite medieval militia. Our group was formed of only men as the proprietor of the castle was very masculinist, oh yes. If there are feminists, my dream can totally have masculinists. Regardless, to the owner of this castle women were worthless. They weren't just objects... they were floorboards. The halls of this castle were lined with two rows of girls, one row facing one way, the other facing the other. Obviously, the way they faced affected the way traffic was to flow.
There was this one girl in the floorboards I found particularly beautiful and every time I walked over her I would drop to the floor, kiss her forehead, and tell her I was going to save her from this place. I told her just how beautiful she was, that she deserved a better life, that she wasn't like all the rest of the floorboards, she could have a future if only she got out of here. Naturally, she thought I was incredibly creepy. Little did she realize she had magical properties.
The siren goes off! It's time for battle! Our army heads out to the courtyard, where a group of horsemen, demons, minotaurs, and goblins await with a large wall. Their plan was to crush us alive in between this wall and the walls of the castle. Our archers fired many arrows that formed a line across the center of the courtyard. Our jousters launched their spears along this line. Every man with a sword ran forward and held the line. The enemy pushed their wall forward and when it hit our arrows, spears, and swords time froze. Yes, time froze and someone rolled a giant twenty sided die. The enemy rolled a 1, and our army rolled a 20. Time started up again and the enemy was launched into the air! Within moments every airborne creature was skewered.
In celebration the King gave me VIP tickets to the Three Days Grace concert and I was oh so excited! I knew exactly who I was going to take with me. Floorboard girl. In a few dream hours, which in reality are only seconds, we find ourselves there. But what's this? The lead sings has been doing far too many drugs and burned his lips. They tried to fix them with plastic surgery and failed horribly. He had a horrible dead-green complexion, all of his pores had become stretched, his lips sagged and flapped with every movement of his jaw. Honestly, this was probably the worst VIP concert in the world. We were sitting on wooden bleaches, the stage was merely a camping table/bench, and nobody was playing an instrument.
Floorboard girl and I decided it would be best to leave this place, so we went over to my friend's apartment. The three of us sat on the couch watching The Little Mermaid, when all of a sudden the girl made a proclamation. "Whoever sports my magical fedora will have any and every wish of theirs granted." My friend, being completely content with his life, passed me the hat. He smiled at me and left the room.
*Wish* *Wish* Wish*
Much later on in the dream my friend's sister stole the fedora and used the material to make a magic wand. When I found out I tried to no avail to get this wand back. She would run around the house wishing obstacles into my path and wishing me further and further away until finally, finally I grabbed the wand... We ended up snapping it in two and she died somehow and I became my friend's new little sister. Curses.
I found myself in a marvelous castle with beautiful architecture. The castle was mine to defend, I was part of a select group of elite medieval militia. Our group was formed of only men as the proprietor of the castle was very masculinist, oh yes. If there are feminists, my dream can totally have masculinists. Regardless, to the owner of this castle women were worthless. They weren't just objects... they were floorboards. The halls of this castle were lined with two rows of girls, one row facing one way, the other facing the other. Obviously, the way they faced affected the way traffic was to flow.
There was this one girl in the floorboards I found particularly beautiful and every time I walked over her I would drop to the floor, kiss her forehead, and tell her I was going to save her from this place. I told her just how beautiful she was, that she deserved a better life, that she wasn't like all the rest of the floorboards, she could have a future if only she got out of here. Naturally, she thought I was incredibly creepy. Little did she realize she had magical properties.
The siren goes off! It's time for battle! Our army heads out to the courtyard, where a group of horsemen, demons, minotaurs, and goblins await with a large wall. Their plan was to crush us alive in between this wall and the walls of the castle. Our archers fired many arrows that formed a line across the center of the courtyard. Our jousters launched their spears along this line. Every man with a sword ran forward and held the line. The enemy pushed their wall forward and when it hit our arrows, spears, and swords time froze. Yes, time froze and someone rolled a giant twenty sided die. The enemy rolled a 1, and our army rolled a 20. Time started up again and the enemy was launched into the air! Within moments every airborne creature was skewered.
In celebration the King gave me VIP tickets to the Three Days Grace concert and I was oh so excited! I knew exactly who I was going to take with me. Floorboard girl. In a few dream hours, which in reality are only seconds, we find ourselves there. But what's this? The lead sings has been doing far too many drugs and burned his lips. They tried to fix them with plastic surgery and failed horribly. He had a horrible dead-green complexion, all of his pores had become stretched, his lips sagged and flapped with every movement of his jaw. Honestly, this was probably the worst VIP concert in the world. We were sitting on wooden bleaches, the stage was merely a camping table/bench, and nobody was playing an instrument.
Floorboard girl and I decided it would be best to leave this place, so we went over to my friend's apartment. The three of us sat on the couch watching The Little Mermaid, when all of a sudden the girl made a proclamation. "Whoever sports my magical fedora will have any and every wish of theirs granted." My friend, being completely content with his life, passed me the hat. He smiled at me and left the room.
*Wish* *Wish* Wish*
Much later on in the dream my friend's sister stole the fedora and used the material to make a magic wand. When I found out I tried to no avail to get this wand back. She would run around the house wishing obstacles into my path and wishing me further and further away until finally, finally I grabbed the wand... We ended up snapping it in two and she died somehow and I became my friend's new little sister. Curses.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
On the night of Tuesday, July 20th, Blues drank before bed...
A young man was lying on his deathbed... his dying wish? To see what Final Fantasy VII Crisis Core looks like on the PSP. I figured I could grant him at least that much. So I start playing, but damn, I got hooked on that stuff faster than an ex-tweaker would get hooked on meth again. During the third boss fight I ran over to the edge of couch to show him the gameplay, but I killed the boss before he looked at the screen.
A loud siren goes off. Oh shit! It's 15:45 and I'm supposed to be at... Aaron's Tae Kwon Do class? I head outside and pause. It looks like a very serious storm is a brewing. I run over to the town gym and I realize my friend Steve and a bunch of other folk from my town are running for the hills. As Steve passes me he tells me that I probably want to get the hell out of town if I know what's good for me. Curious...
When I get to the gym the front doors are wide open and the lights are flickering on and off. Everything is an eerie magical shade of dark grey-blue that you only ever see before a storm. I run through the gym from front to back and as I push open the back doors I see the Tae Kwon Do class lined up behind Aaron. He turns and says, ladies and gentlemen we've got three guns and as you all know Josh gets seniority. He pushes an SMG into my hands. He doesn't have to tell me why I need it.
When I look away from the guns I find myself looking down the barrel of a tank. On both sides of this tank there are some strictly suppress-fire tanks, and beside them are the two targeting tanks for the center tank (it can only fire once the other tanks have locked on to a target). Behind all of the tanks are two lines of men with guns.
The commander of the center tank tells his men not to fire until fired upon, because the target may still come peacefully. "I'M A COWARD!" I shout, tossing my gun into the air. Sadly I must have pulled the trigger as I let go and stray fire hits some of the army. "OPEN FIRE" shouts their commander. Before I get any further, Aaron dashes in front of me and pushes the gun back in my hands. "I don't train cowards. Turn around."
The gunfight really doesn't last as long as it should, seemingly nobody brought that much ammunition? No, no, nevermind. It's because we were to have an intense ninja brawl. They all move forward doing patterns, prepared to destroy. I suddenly get a burst of courage and sprint forward, as one of them is throwing a kick I crouch to the right to dodge, and side kick them in the stomach. I roll to the side quickly and dodge the axe-kick I wasn't supposed to know about. Back kick to that guy's stomach, grab his ears and flip him over me into two other guys. Before they can even fall down I've already jumped into the air and kicked them both in the face at the same time. As their backs hit the ground I'm standing on their faces. I turn to look at my next victim when I realize everyone here is one of my friends, zombified? Hypnotized? Something-ed.
For a brief moment, I get the sense that somewhere not too far from here and evil plant woman is laughing. During this moment I'm hit. Many bullets hit me. Their machine guns weren't made for piercing flesh, just stunning. I turn to run for cover and hey, there's a school bus behind me and a chalkboard to the right. I turn around again and realize my tae kwon do group and I are behind a couch. Aaron tells us we've got the advantage now and if we play our cards right we can win this. Everyone without a gun is bait and I'm to take out the targeting tanks using our special machine-gun.
This machine-gun is no normal gun, you have to point it at the same target for 5 seconds while it locks on. There's a loading bar on the laser sight that starts flashing when it's ready to fire. This makes the tank fight THAT much more dramatic and drawn out. I peer around the corner and take aim for the left one first. We both tag each other at the same time. The left tank is done for and the center tank takes out a tae kwon do student. I go to the other edge of the couch and take a gander with my gun-der around the corner. Take aim. Same as last time. Looks like the center tank is blind-firing.
I crawl under the couch and take aim... We fire. I miss and everyone undercover is blown into the air. I land behind a chunk of the school bus. Oh no! My girl! My girl's been hit! She says, "Take my gun... It's your only hope now. Take my wallet with my life's savings and live well after your victory... And know... That I've always loved you." She dies in my arms. This was a very dramatic, tear jerking moment, even after taking into consideration that she had no character introduction.
The commander of the tank pops open the hatch and stands up. This is too easy, I'm going to take you out with my handgun, for SnG's. I stand up and reveal my position. Dramatic dialogue dramatic dialogue dramatic dialogue. He decides I'm not worth his bullets anymore because he doesn't want any drama on his shells. His remaining machine-gunners machine-gun me down.
You can't kill me, Commander Reicherson. You have far too much hate, and nobody with pure evil in their heart can kill me.
"WORDS OF SHOCK!" and I pierce his heart in one swift pull of a trigger.
Far off in the distance a man in a white tuxedo sips his red wine. "Good show, good show, our time has come so it seems, yes." The camera leaves my body and I get to watch this great cinematic. I hold out Girl's handgun, close one eye, and tilt my head to the right. Pull the trigger.
Bullet's eye view from the camera as it soars across fields, hills, through a forest, gets struck by lightning, shatters the wine glass and hits the man in the white tuxedo right between the eyes. He falls to the ground staring blankly at the sky. The camera zooms out and it would appear he was having a one man dinner party in a forest clearing. There were elegant tables with foods and fine wines, with lights hanging from the vines. The voice of the forest cackles, the battle's just begun.
I woke up at this point. Took a shower. Went back to bed. I'll post part two after I get off work tonight :)
A loud siren goes off. Oh shit! It's 15:45 and I'm supposed to be at... Aaron's Tae Kwon Do class? I head outside and pause. It looks like a very serious storm is a brewing. I run over to the town gym and I realize my friend Steve and a bunch of other folk from my town are running for the hills. As Steve passes me he tells me that I probably want to get the hell out of town if I know what's good for me. Curious...
When I get to the gym the front doors are wide open and the lights are flickering on and off. Everything is an eerie magical shade of dark grey-blue that you only ever see before a storm. I run through the gym from front to back and as I push open the back doors I see the Tae Kwon Do class lined up behind Aaron. He turns and says, ladies and gentlemen we've got three guns and as you all know Josh gets seniority. He pushes an SMG into my hands. He doesn't have to tell me why I need it.
When I look away from the guns I find myself looking down the barrel of a tank. On both sides of this tank there are some strictly suppress-fire tanks, and beside them are the two targeting tanks for the center tank (it can only fire once the other tanks have locked on to a target). Behind all of the tanks are two lines of men with guns.
The commander of the center tank tells his men not to fire until fired upon, because the target may still come peacefully. "I'M A COWARD!" I shout, tossing my gun into the air. Sadly I must have pulled the trigger as I let go and stray fire hits some of the army. "OPEN FIRE" shouts their commander. Before I get any further, Aaron dashes in front of me and pushes the gun back in my hands. "I don't train cowards. Turn around."
The gunfight really doesn't last as long as it should, seemingly nobody brought that much ammunition? No, no, nevermind. It's because we were to have an intense ninja brawl. They all move forward doing patterns, prepared to destroy. I suddenly get a burst of courage and sprint forward, as one of them is throwing a kick I crouch to the right to dodge, and side kick them in the stomach. I roll to the side quickly and dodge the axe-kick I wasn't supposed to know about. Back kick to that guy's stomach, grab his ears and flip him over me into two other guys. Before they can even fall down I've already jumped into the air and kicked them both in the face at the same time. As their backs hit the ground I'm standing on their faces. I turn to look at my next victim when I realize everyone here is one of my friends, zombified? Hypnotized? Something-ed.
For a brief moment, I get the sense that somewhere not too far from here and evil plant woman is laughing. During this moment I'm hit. Many bullets hit me. Their machine guns weren't made for piercing flesh, just stunning. I turn to run for cover and hey, there's a school bus behind me and a chalkboard to the right. I turn around again and realize my tae kwon do group and I are behind a couch. Aaron tells us we've got the advantage now and if we play our cards right we can win this. Everyone without a gun is bait and I'm to take out the targeting tanks using our special machine-gun.
This machine-gun is no normal gun, you have to point it at the same target for 5 seconds while it locks on. There's a loading bar on the laser sight that starts flashing when it's ready to fire. This makes the tank fight THAT much more dramatic and drawn out. I peer around the corner and take aim for the left one first. We both tag each other at the same time. The left tank is done for and the center tank takes out a tae kwon do student. I go to the other edge of the couch and take a gander with my gun-der around the corner. Take aim. Same as last time. Looks like the center tank is blind-firing.
I crawl under the couch and take aim... We fire. I miss and everyone undercover is blown into the air. I land behind a chunk of the school bus. Oh no! My girl! My girl's been hit! She says, "Take my gun... It's your only hope now. Take my wallet with my life's savings and live well after your victory... And know... That I've always loved you." She dies in my arms. This was a very dramatic, tear jerking moment, even after taking into consideration that she had no character introduction.
The commander of the tank pops open the hatch and stands up. This is too easy, I'm going to take you out with my handgun, for SnG's. I stand up and reveal my position. Dramatic dialogue dramatic dialogue dramatic dialogue. He decides I'm not worth his bullets anymore because he doesn't want any drama on his shells. His remaining machine-gunners machine-gun me down.
You can't kill me, Commander Reicherson. You have far too much hate, and nobody with pure evil in their heart can kill me.
"WORDS OF SHOCK!" and I pierce his heart in one swift pull of a trigger.
Far off in the distance a man in a white tuxedo sips his red wine. "Good show, good show, our time has come so it seems, yes." The camera leaves my body and I get to watch this great cinematic. I hold out Girl's handgun, close one eye, and tilt my head to the right. Pull the trigger.
Bullet's eye view from the camera as it soars across fields, hills, through a forest, gets struck by lightning, shatters the wine glass and hits the man in the white tuxedo right between the eyes. He falls to the ground staring blankly at the sky. The camera zooms out and it would appear he was having a one man dinner party in a forest clearing. There were elegant tables with foods and fine wines, with lights hanging from the vines. The voice of the forest cackles, the battle's just begun.
I woke up at this point. Took a shower. Went back to bed. I'll post part two after I get off work tonight :)
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Alucard. You wish you could be that anti-hero.
On the afternoon of July 17th, Blues got to bed WAY too late after a night of working on his Aikon costume...
Anybody ever buy a flowbee? The magical hair cutting tool that's got a little grate with a fan behind it. This fan is powered by a vacuum. Now, in the future they have flowbees that run on superpowered TriLithium Chloride... Apparently. This flowbees never need to be plugged into a wall and believe it or not they have remote controls! These flowbees and float freely through the skys cutting the hair of whoever you please!
This was the infomercial that kicked off my dreams.
Whoever you please? Hmm... I thought for about half a moment and came to this conclusion. I wanna shave my pussy. *Whistles* "SUE! SUE GET OVER HERE!"
As my cat runs into the room I send the flowbee spiraling across the room and onto her back. The first fan (closest to the grate) gets caught in her fur and the second fan kicks into overdrive. What I have now is a flying cat! I pick Sue up a few feet off the ground, when the flowbee gives way and she drops. Down descends my flowbee, up goes the cat. Wash, rinse, repeat.
After a very enjoyable time I wonder what it would be like if I did this to myself, I mean, it's likely that since I'm a human it'll do a fine job of cutting my hair and that will be that. But I've never been a believer in what's LIKELY to happen. No, no, this flowbee can pick me up I'm sure.
Well... It can't. I get the worlds worst haircut. I drop to my knees and pull out my razor. "Jesus, why have you done this to me? Why must you take all that is beautiful from my life?" These are the words I repeat over and over. I started off weeping and worked my way to screaming them. Contrary to what I've lead you to believe, screaming these words was far from passionate. This is because at the same time I was using my razor to cut a cross into my face. A thick cross that I would be able to peel off.
The bottom thick yet the edges bend inwards towards my nose, bending outwards again under my eyes. Stop. Up to my brow. Stop. Curve back down over the top of my eyes and back to the bridge of my nose. Stop. Up to my hairline and curve inward to meet again.
I tear off this cross quickly like a bandaid, and like anyone does with a normal bandaid I check if it's still sticky. I slap it around my wrist and it fits like a new bracelet. Now it's time to show off my new costume to the folks at Aikon. I drive downtown and attempt to exit my vehicle. Oh... Am I being mugged? They fire countless rounds into my body. Oddly enough, with every bullet that pierces my body my grin becomes a little larger. Becoming a smile. Becoming madness. I laugh. I laugh hysterically as my body gets blown apart. With my swiss cheese arms I pull out my revolvers... And blow away some f**king faces. Black holes remain (?) where these faces used to be and they start sucking up my worlds. Everything spins. Spiraling into these holes, the world distorts, stretches, and pours like a rooftop-painting being rained on would distort before gushing through the holes of an old roof. The world makes sense to only disturbed minds and schizophrenics, much like my last analogy.
I awake, it's just a dream. I've fallen asleep in the backseat of a friend's car.
"We're almost there."
We pull into the driveway. Exit the vehicle. Walk into the back yard and sit down at the table. This bbq is going to be excellent!
"Hey Josh, how do you like your gangsters?"
"Rare."
Anybody ever buy a flowbee? The magical hair cutting tool that's got a little grate with a fan behind it. This fan is powered by a vacuum. Now, in the future they have flowbees that run on superpowered TriLithium Chloride... Apparently. This flowbees never need to be plugged into a wall and believe it or not they have remote controls! These flowbees and float freely through the skys cutting the hair of whoever you please!
This was the infomercial that kicked off my dreams.
Whoever you please? Hmm... I thought for about half a moment and came to this conclusion. I wanna shave my pussy. *Whistles* "SUE! SUE GET OVER HERE!"
As my cat runs into the room I send the flowbee spiraling across the room and onto her back. The first fan (closest to the grate) gets caught in her fur and the second fan kicks into overdrive. What I have now is a flying cat! I pick Sue up a few feet off the ground, when the flowbee gives way and she drops. Down descends my flowbee, up goes the cat. Wash, rinse, repeat.
After a very enjoyable time I wonder what it would be like if I did this to myself, I mean, it's likely that since I'm a human it'll do a fine job of cutting my hair and that will be that. But I've never been a believer in what's LIKELY to happen. No, no, this flowbee can pick me up I'm sure.
Well... It can't. I get the worlds worst haircut. I drop to my knees and pull out my razor. "Jesus, why have you done this to me? Why must you take all that is beautiful from my life?" These are the words I repeat over and over. I started off weeping and worked my way to screaming them. Contrary to what I've lead you to believe, screaming these words was far from passionate. This is because at the same time I was using my razor to cut a cross into my face. A thick cross that I would be able to peel off.
The bottom thick yet the edges bend inwards towards my nose, bending outwards again under my eyes. Stop. Up to my brow. Stop. Curve back down over the top of my eyes and back to the bridge of my nose. Stop. Up to my hairline and curve inward to meet again.
I tear off this cross quickly like a bandaid, and like anyone does with a normal bandaid I check if it's still sticky. I slap it around my wrist and it fits like a new bracelet. Now it's time to show off my new costume to the folks at Aikon. I drive downtown and attempt to exit my vehicle. Oh... Am I being mugged? They fire countless rounds into my body. Oddly enough, with every bullet that pierces my body my grin becomes a little larger. Becoming a smile. Becoming madness. I laugh. I laugh hysterically as my body gets blown apart. With my swiss cheese arms I pull out my revolvers... And blow away some f**king faces. Black holes remain (?) where these faces used to be and they start sucking up my worlds. Everything spins. Spiraling into these holes, the world distorts, stretches, and pours like a rooftop-painting being rained on would distort before gushing through the holes of an old roof. The world makes sense to only disturbed minds and schizophrenics, much like my last analogy.
I awake, it's just a dream. I've fallen asleep in the backseat of a friend's car.
"We're almost there."
We pull into the driveway. Exit the vehicle. Walk into the back yard and sit down at the table. This bbq is going to be excellent!
"Hey Josh, how do you like your gangsters?"
"Rare."
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Josh Versus the Juggernaut
What can I say that the video hasn't already covered?.. How about... Watch it.
Josh Versus the Assassin
Whoa, this guy does videos? Keep in mind this was almost three years ago...
My first official post.
Boys and girls let me admit something to you. All earlier posts were victims of CopyPasta from my Facebook Notes, but fear not! Many of the newer posts will be logged the second I wake up, with the exception of when I find old text files on my harddrive.
This last weekend I've had some awfully strange dreams, the details of which by now have begun to blur together. I've decided to type them out to the best of my memory in one post for ease of reading and because I really can't break them up any more than this.
*Ahem*
A weekend about watered down cars, a lesson.
I'm sitting in the front seat of my Tiburon, buckled in. Outside my car is torrential rain.
IN said rain are my friends, enjoying a round of paintball. Sure I'd love to go and play with them but unfortunately my seatbelt release is broken and I'm stuck fast in my car. There are bigger problems to worry about though, such as the fact that water is pouring into my car from every edge of every window. Naturally I've got a tube of caulk with me, so I start trying to seal the windshield... To no avail. In fact, I just make things incredibly worse. Every time I push the nozzle of my caulk against the windshield the seal becomes weaker and more water splashes in.
My car quickly fills and I begin to drown, but my friends don't seem to care. No, they're all preoccupied with their fancy little guns and brightly coloured balls. MAY I MENTION that, somehow, every stray paintball shot hits my car leaving a huge splatter and dent. Disappointed, dejected, and drowned, I die.
I wake up on my auntie's couch. Everything seems alright. Better than alright! My car is out front in the sun with no damage. AND. I'm happily back together with my ex girlfriend. Things are going swimmingly. I dwell on that word. Swimmingly. Rain clouds gather outside. A thunderstorm begins. The girl and I run out to my car, as she grabs the passenger door handle the car is struck by lightning. She has a stroke and half of her face becomes paralyzed. My car starts to fill with water again. Why is everything dripping? Dripping?.. Dripping... My girlfriend's face is melting. The color bleeds off her face and onto the ground. Her clay face becomes dis-shapened and I suddenly have the right to make up words. Her eyes melt and globs of white streak down her tar like being. She becomes a puddle of muck as I stand in the rain watching my life melt away.
*Pause.* I must apologize. One year without an English class and my punctuation goes to shit. Eww.
When I awake I'm walking down a dark street with a friend. Drunk. I see a nearby car and think it funny to pour some vodka on the hood in the form of a smiley face. My friend finds it even funnier to set said smiley ablaze. Knowing alcohol, cars, and fire, the situation becomes heated. For a second the smile lights up, cute and flaming. Then it winks at me.
The car bursts into flames.
My friend begins to laugh and throws his bottle of vodka on the roof of the car, not noticing the little girl walking down the sidewalk next time the vehicle. As the bottle smashes, the girl is pelted with shrapnel and becomes soaked in highly flammable hundred-and-something-proof vodka. Knowing fumes... the girl is set ablaze as well. My friend laughs as she runs into the street screaming. She collapses to the asphalt, writhing in agony, moaning. She quickly becomes little more than a charred corpse. As I watch in horror, her eyeballs melt and pour down her cheeks.
I run. I run so fucking far away. Back across the street to my hole in the wall apartment. Literally. Like, Hulk smashed this wall and the big opening in the bricks is my doorway... on the third floor. How about that, eh? I climb up the rope ladder and into my living room. As I turn to look back at the crime scene I hear sirens. Thank Jesus, an ambulance pulls up next to the charcoal, I mean, girl. As they hop out of the back with the stretcher, the nearby flaming car explodes. Within milliseconds the ambulance explodes, killing the rescue crew. I fall to my knees and begin to cry.
After an hour I decide to visit my friend in the complex and I step out into the hall. A group of science fiction cosplayers are throwing a hall-party, just my luck. I get crowd surfed all the way to my friend's apartment and on my way in two cat-girls give me their phone numbers. I'll call them from jail. My friend is watching farmer vision on his retro television, bunny-ears and all. After filling him in on the situation I ask if I can stay the night on his couch. He agrees on the condition that I don't keep him up any longer. He has to tend to the golf course in the morning.
I wake up. Lift my head. I'm at the office. The seniors walk past me shaking their heads. I need to wake up... So I walk to the other end of the office and enter the Wal-Mart section. Frozen goods, children's toys, produce... Drinks! Cola, cola, tonic, sprite, Energy drinks. Sweet sweet lifeblood. I have about four RedRains and head back to my desk, just in time to answer a call from my mother. Odd. She's calling from 1-800-Got-Blud...
"Hello?"
"I don't like living without a heart" she says to me.
I have an image of my mother covered in blood in a bathtub of ice.
"What?"
"Remember when my ex boyfriend kidnapped me yesterday, in the truck?" she adds.
I have a flashback. He's got her over his shoulder as he runs out of the house. Throws her in the trunk, hops in the truck, and drives away. His head spins around like in the exorcist and he laughs like a maniac.
"I don't like living without a heart..." are her dying words.
I fall to the floor for the second time this dream session, but this time, only to die.
I don't like living without a heart.
This last weekend I've had some awfully strange dreams, the details of which by now have begun to blur together. I've decided to type them out to the best of my memory in one post for ease of reading and because I really can't break them up any more than this.
*Ahem*
A weekend about watered down cars, a lesson.
I'm sitting in the front seat of my Tiburon, buckled in. Outside my car is torrential rain.
IN said rain are my friends, enjoying a round of paintball. Sure I'd love to go and play with them but unfortunately my seatbelt release is broken and I'm stuck fast in my car. There are bigger problems to worry about though, such as the fact that water is pouring into my car from every edge of every window. Naturally I've got a tube of caulk with me, so I start trying to seal the windshield... To no avail. In fact, I just make things incredibly worse. Every time I push the nozzle of my caulk against the windshield the seal becomes weaker and more water splashes in.
My car quickly fills and I begin to drown, but my friends don't seem to care. No, they're all preoccupied with their fancy little guns and brightly coloured balls. MAY I MENTION that, somehow, every stray paintball shot hits my car leaving a huge splatter and dent. Disappointed, dejected, and drowned, I die.
I wake up on my auntie's couch. Everything seems alright. Better than alright! My car is out front in the sun with no damage. AND. I'm happily back together with my ex girlfriend. Things are going swimmingly. I dwell on that word. Swimmingly. Rain clouds gather outside. A thunderstorm begins. The girl and I run out to my car, as she grabs the passenger door handle the car is struck by lightning. She has a stroke and half of her face becomes paralyzed. My car starts to fill with water again. Why is everything dripping? Dripping?.. Dripping... My girlfriend's face is melting. The color bleeds off her face and onto the ground. Her clay face becomes dis-shapened and I suddenly have the right to make up words. Her eyes melt and globs of white streak down her tar like being. She becomes a puddle of muck as I stand in the rain watching my life melt away.
*Pause.* I must apologize. One year without an English class and my punctuation goes to shit. Eww.
When I awake I'm walking down a dark street with a friend. Drunk. I see a nearby car and think it funny to pour some vodka on the hood in the form of a smiley face. My friend finds it even funnier to set said smiley ablaze. Knowing alcohol, cars, and fire, the situation becomes heated. For a second the smile lights up, cute and flaming. Then it winks at me.
The car bursts into flames.
My friend begins to laugh and throws his bottle of vodka on the roof of the car, not noticing the little girl walking down the sidewalk next time the vehicle. As the bottle smashes, the girl is pelted with shrapnel and becomes soaked in highly flammable hundred-and-something-proof vodka. Knowing fumes... the girl is set ablaze as well. My friend laughs as she runs into the street screaming. She collapses to the asphalt, writhing in agony, moaning. She quickly becomes little more than a charred corpse. As I watch in horror, her eyeballs melt and pour down her cheeks.
I run. I run so fucking far away. Back across the street to my hole in the wall apartment. Literally. Like, Hulk smashed this wall and the big opening in the bricks is my doorway... on the third floor. How about that, eh? I climb up the rope ladder and into my living room. As I turn to look back at the crime scene I hear sirens. Thank Jesus, an ambulance pulls up next to the charcoal, I mean, girl. As they hop out of the back with the stretcher, the nearby flaming car explodes. Within milliseconds the ambulance explodes, killing the rescue crew. I fall to my knees and begin to cry.
After an hour I decide to visit my friend in the complex and I step out into the hall. A group of science fiction cosplayers are throwing a hall-party, just my luck. I get crowd surfed all the way to my friend's apartment and on my way in two cat-girls give me their phone numbers. I'll call them from jail. My friend is watching farmer vision on his retro television, bunny-ears and all. After filling him in on the situation I ask if I can stay the night on his couch. He agrees on the condition that I don't keep him up any longer. He has to tend to the golf course in the morning.
I wake up. Lift my head. I'm at the office. The seniors walk past me shaking their heads. I need to wake up... So I walk to the other end of the office and enter the Wal-Mart section. Frozen goods, children's toys, produce... Drinks! Cola, cola, tonic, sprite, Energy drinks. Sweet sweet lifeblood. I have about four RedRains and head back to my desk, just in time to answer a call from my mother. Odd. She's calling from 1-800-Got-Blud...
"Hello?"
"I don't like living without a heart" she says to me.
I have an image of my mother covered in blood in a bathtub of ice.
"What?"
"Remember when my ex boyfriend kidnapped me yesterday, in the truck?" she adds.
I have a flashback. He's got her over his shoulder as he runs out of the house. Throws her in the trunk, hops in the truck, and drives away. His head spins around like in the exorcist and he laughs like a maniac.
"I don't like living without a heart..." are her dying words.
I fall to the floor for the second time this dream session, but this time, only to die.
I don't like living without a heart.
I had a waking dream. Please tell me ghosts aren't real.
Let the record state that every time I sleep at Kristina's, once I'm the only one in the house I have horrible nightmares...
On the morning of Thursday, January 7, 2010 at 7:19am, Blues had a waking dream...
At the family reunion my cousin Wyatt asks me to fill the pool, so I pull on the lever and it opens the garage!
My aunty gets mad at me about this and kicks everyone out of the house. Max and I go to ask my Uncle how to fill the pool when he keels over and dies! I catch him half way and let him down to the ground easy. As I start to mourn he sits up a bit and looks at me, lets out a smile and says "You'd be good with dead people!" But before I can celebrate his lack of being dead, a group of farmers shows up and guns down my family. "Sorry," they say "We thought you were elk."
As I run off into the woods crying, I come across the bonfire. All my friends are getting drunk, and partying it up in the camper and on the trampoline. But oh no! The fire is dying! Where is all the firewood? About 10km away down the gravel road. Lets take my mom's car and see what we can do.
Drunk driving down a gravel road for firewood? I think so, being the life-concious passenger I am. Wesley almost immediately crashes the car in a ditch where it turns upside down in a snowbank. I think at this point the farmers came back and killed everyone here too. "Sorry," they say "We thought you were elk."
I wake up. Like I'm actually awake at this point. THOUGH. Somehow, even though I'm awake, I can't move my body. At all. I suddenly realize that I'm all too familiar with how this usually plays out... Face down in the pillow, I open my eyes and see the room as if I were face up. I'm awake, aware that I'm laying face down on the pillow, why am I dreaming and unable to move? Why can I see the room? These questions won't matter for long.
I hear the footsteps in the hallway. I hear the knives scraping against each other. The door opens and in walks the somewhat familiar figure, though this time it's more burglar-esque. Before I can remember to not look it in the eyes, it raises it's head and I look into those dark abysses. They fill with noticible rage and the figure goes rabid. Erratically sprints over to the bed and starts going savage. Slashes my clothes with its messed up talon fingers. Stabs me with knives. Pummels me. Then something I wasn't expecting happens. It picks me up and throws me about the room, smashing me into walls, pushing me to the ground and stomping me. As I'm getting killed by this nut, I lay in bed unable to move trying to wake up my body. Screaming quietly. I want the world to hear me. I want someone to wake me up.
All I have is my own voice. And before the strange humanoid mugger creature can slash my throat...
My voice reaches my ears and I violently wake up my body. Thrashing and screaming. I hate when this happens...
On the morning of Thursday, January 7, 2010 at 7:19am, Blues had a waking dream...
At the family reunion my cousin Wyatt asks me to fill the pool, so I pull on the lever and it opens the garage!
My aunty gets mad at me about this and kicks everyone out of the house. Max and I go to ask my Uncle how to fill the pool when he keels over and dies! I catch him half way and let him down to the ground easy. As I start to mourn he sits up a bit and looks at me, lets out a smile and says "You'd be good with dead people!" But before I can celebrate his lack of being dead, a group of farmers shows up and guns down my family. "Sorry," they say "We thought you were elk."
As I run off into the woods crying, I come across the bonfire. All my friends are getting drunk, and partying it up in the camper and on the trampoline. But oh no! The fire is dying! Where is all the firewood? About 10km away down the gravel road. Lets take my mom's car and see what we can do.
Drunk driving down a gravel road for firewood? I think so, being the life-concious passenger I am. Wesley almost immediately crashes the car in a ditch where it turns upside down in a snowbank. I think at this point the farmers came back and killed everyone here too. "Sorry," they say "We thought you were elk."
I wake up. Like I'm actually awake at this point. THOUGH. Somehow, even though I'm awake, I can't move my body. At all. I suddenly realize that I'm all too familiar with how this usually plays out... Face down in the pillow, I open my eyes and see the room as if I were face up. I'm awake, aware that I'm laying face down on the pillow, why am I dreaming and unable to move? Why can I see the room? These questions won't matter for long.
I hear the footsteps in the hallway. I hear the knives scraping against each other. The door opens and in walks the somewhat familiar figure, though this time it's more burglar-esque. Before I can remember to not look it in the eyes, it raises it's head and I look into those dark abysses. They fill with noticible rage and the figure goes rabid. Erratically sprints over to the bed and starts going savage. Slashes my clothes with its messed up talon fingers. Stabs me with knives. Pummels me. Then something I wasn't expecting happens. It picks me up and throws me about the room, smashing me into walls, pushing me to the ground and stomping me. As I'm getting killed by this nut, I lay in bed unable to move trying to wake up my body. Screaming quietly. I want the world to hear me. I want someone to wake me up.
All I have is my own voice. And before the strange humanoid mugger creature can slash my throat...
My voice reaches my ears and I violently wake up my body. Thrashing and screaming. I hate when this happens...
ONCE. I had a dream that didn't make any f**king sense.
On the night of Thursday, January 7, 2010 at 7:19am, Blues had a dream...
So I'm driving my mom's car through a blizzard, and the roads are pretty much made of ice. There's got to be a good reason for this right? Of course there is. I'm driving to Jules' house to let him know I texted him. A couple 360s and a few "almosthittheditch"s later and there I am. 365 Days Street. Where does Jules live? In Yearsvill probably. Anywho, he comes out of his house and says we need to go to safeway. I text Dan to let him know we can play Left for Dead 2 in about 2 hours when I get home.
When I look up, to my surprise, I find that a plane has crashed into Jules' house destroying it. 0_o
The plane was somewhat broken in half and ablaze, so naturally my instincts lead me to walking inside the wreckage. Every now and then a large blast of fire would shoot forth from the cockpit's closed door, though ducking behind the seats was enough to avoid these. I was trying to make my way to the door, when suddenly my dream was similar to Dead Space in no gravity areas. I was jumping into the walls, ceiling, and back to the floor to avoid being shot by the Airplane Personnel & Flight attendants... who happened to be wearing fireproof hazmat suits. Go figure.
Naturally I'm pro enough that I got them to shoot each other by jumping inbetween them. Booyah.
My reward is the door. I open it to find that I'm at a public pool better than the one at West Ed and I walk through the front corridor. I find stalls where people stand and smoke cigarettes indoors though it turns out the stalls are showers... I go into the actual pool area and play on some waterslides for a bit. I jump from one slide to another and the Staff decide that I'm too rowdy and kick me out. So I go for a swim in a nearby hotel pool only to find that my front crawl is very messy. I apoligize to the soaked patrons and take a look at what this place has to offer in the way of waterslides. Well, it's a winter ice slide without the ice... And some toboggans.
I leave to go to work, when I realize I can't work tonight! I have to play a show at the old folks home! I call my supervisor who tells me that I HAVE to work tonight because it's just us dealing with the refusals! Oh snap. Refusal cases. I hop on my vespa and hope for the besta. TURNS out I TURNED the wrong way onto a one way street! Why do these things always happen to me? We'll worry about that later, right now I'm getting a helmet from Zach Braff. He briefly tells me, Go forth you have a helmet! Nothing can hold you back from your dreams! How... odd.
I get to the old folks home just in time for Karaoke. The old crone is singing her favorite song from the 60's, I think it was something like "One day you'll be old and live in a retirement home" No. Haha, that wasn't it. But there was some point where the old bat sang with all her heart and let loose a raspy scream "YEAAAAAAAAH!" Pfft. Elderly. I suppose it's more interesting that while this was going on I was dancing like J.T. to entertain the old folk. YES. I WAS BRINGING SEXY BACK.
The old woman starts crying about her long lost love when guess who shoes up? Her long lost love! It's Sailor Tom, and he looks exactly like you'd imagine a sailor would. Because you imagined him! (that's what everyone in my dream told me, though at the time I thought they were insane) He thanks Rodna for singing their song and they have a wonderful moment. Tom looked like a 6.5 tall wideset Sailor with cartoon like coloration, and a strange moustache that looked more like upside down furry bags under his eyes. I went out back to the Marina to find that Sailor Ezeikial had thrown my touque in the water. But when did he get it? Well Zach Braff was dead in the water, and I passed it off to him when he gave me the helmet. Uh oh.
No worries, Dumbledore reaches into the water and pulls out a yellow touque with black stripes and explains that magic turns green yellow. He then gives me my touque while Ezeikial lets out an old fashioned "Curses!" I get on a boat and sail all the way to calculus class, where everbody appreciates my lack of standing out. Wow look at that kid! He's dressed so normally and doesn't stand out.
It's been a good day at the office.
So I'm driving my mom's car through a blizzard, and the roads are pretty much made of ice. There's got to be a good reason for this right? Of course there is. I'm driving to Jules' house to let him know I texted him. A couple 360s and a few "almosthittheditch"s later and there I am. 365 Days Street. Where does Jules live? In Yearsvill probably. Anywho, he comes out of his house and says we need to go to safeway. I text Dan to let him know we can play Left for Dead 2 in about 2 hours when I get home.
When I look up, to my surprise, I find that a plane has crashed into Jules' house destroying it. 0_o
The plane was somewhat broken in half and ablaze, so naturally my instincts lead me to walking inside the wreckage. Every now and then a large blast of fire would shoot forth from the cockpit's closed door, though ducking behind the seats was enough to avoid these. I was trying to make my way to the door, when suddenly my dream was similar to Dead Space in no gravity areas. I was jumping into the walls, ceiling, and back to the floor to avoid being shot by the Airplane Personnel & Flight attendants... who happened to be wearing fireproof hazmat suits. Go figure.
Naturally I'm pro enough that I got them to shoot each other by jumping inbetween them. Booyah.
My reward is the door. I open it to find that I'm at a public pool better than the one at West Ed and I walk through the front corridor. I find stalls where people stand and smoke cigarettes indoors though it turns out the stalls are showers... I go into the actual pool area and play on some waterslides for a bit. I jump from one slide to another and the Staff decide that I'm too rowdy and kick me out. So I go for a swim in a nearby hotel pool only to find that my front crawl is very messy. I apoligize to the soaked patrons and take a look at what this place has to offer in the way of waterslides. Well, it's a winter ice slide without the ice... And some toboggans.
I leave to go to work, when I realize I can't work tonight! I have to play a show at the old folks home! I call my supervisor who tells me that I HAVE to work tonight because it's just us dealing with the refusals! Oh snap. Refusal cases. I hop on my vespa and hope for the besta. TURNS out I TURNED the wrong way onto a one way street! Why do these things always happen to me? We'll worry about that later, right now I'm getting a helmet from Zach Braff. He briefly tells me, Go forth you have a helmet! Nothing can hold you back from your dreams! How... odd.
I get to the old folks home just in time for Karaoke. The old crone is singing her favorite song from the 60's, I think it was something like "One day you'll be old and live in a retirement home" No. Haha, that wasn't it. But there was some point where the old bat sang with all her heart and let loose a raspy scream "YEAAAAAAAAH!" Pfft. Elderly. I suppose it's more interesting that while this was going on I was dancing like J.T. to entertain the old folk. YES. I WAS BRINGING SEXY BACK.
The old woman starts crying about her long lost love when guess who shoes up? Her long lost love! It's Sailor Tom, and he looks exactly like you'd imagine a sailor would. Because you imagined him! (that's what everyone in my dream told me, though at the time I thought they were insane) He thanks Rodna for singing their song and they have a wonderful moment. Tom looked like a 6.5 tall wideset Sailor with cartoon like coloration, and a strange moustache that looked more like upside down furry bags under his eyes. I went out back to the Marina to find that Sailor Ezeikial had thrown my touque in the water. But when did he get it? Well Zach Braff was dead in the water, and I passed it off to him when he gave me the helmet. Uh oh.
No worries, Dumbledore reaches into the water and pulls out a yellow touque with black stripes and explains that magic turns green yellow. He then gives me my touque while Ezeikial lets out an old fashioned "Curses!" I get on a boat and sail all the way to calculus class, where everbody appreciates my lack of standing out. Wow look at that kid! He's dressed so normally and doesn't stand out.
It's been a good day at the office.
Fragmented dreams
For starters, something tells me there's more to this dream that I forgot to document when I woke up.
On an early eve Sunday, January 17, 2010 at 7:36pm, Blues had a dream...
I'm at EB games and I happen to find the first 6 Mega Man games for NES, in golden cartridges. I don't know about you guys but I happen to consider this a good find.
Especially for the $12 they were asking per game. But alas, I don't exactly need all 6, I have some of them already. But which? Lets ask M.Fontaine!
He suggests that I just buy them all considering that I have so much cash to spare. So I do, as well as all the videogames in the store. I also buy the first round of coffee for everyone in the building! It just so happens that this EB games is also a family run restaurant. But oh no! I misplaced my wallet. The shopkeep is very upset with me and turns nearly everyone in the building into zombies and sends her assistant to kill me and Dan.
Dan has this great idea to take cover in my auntie Laura's house so that while we run away from zombies we can sneak food from the counter-tops and fridge. Seems innocent enough. The assistant is chasing us through the house, throwing molotovs all over the place and brandishing a Masamune. A considerable amount of walls are destroyed and we take refuge in the basement, only to discover that the kid's playroom is a secret military base... or something to that effect. I hack into their MacBook Pro (obviously the computer of choice for an underground/undercover military base) and I try to find out how to kill the monster. Dan contacts me through my headset and says that he's been cornered by the assistant and to head upstairs. Then the house collapses from the flames and we all die.
On an early eve Sunday, January 17, 2010 at 7:36pm, Blues had a dream...
I'm at EB games and I happen to find the first 6 Mega Man games for NES, in golden cartridges. I don't know about you guys but I happen to consider this a good find.
Especially for the $12 they were asking per game. But alas, I don't exactly need all 6, I have some of them already. But which? Lets ask M.Fontaine!
He suggests that I just buy them all considering that I have so much cash to spare. So I do, as well as all the videogames in the store. I also buy the first round of coffee for everyone in the building! It just so happens that this EB games is also a family run restaurant. But oh no! I misplaced my wallet. The shopkeep is very upset with me and turns nearly everyone in the building into zombies and sends her assistant to kill me and Dan.
Dan has this great idea to take cover in my auntie Laura's house so that while we run away from zombies we can sneak food from the counter-tops and fridge. Seems innocent enough. The assistant is chasing us through the house, throwing molotovs all over the place and brandishing a Masamune. A considerable amount of walls are destroyed and we take refuge in the basement, only to discover that the kid's playroom is a secret military base... or something to that effect. I hack into their MacBook Pro (obviously the computer of choice for an underground/undercover military base) and I try to find out how to kill the monster. Dan contacts me through my headset and says that he's been cornered by the assistant and to head upstairs. Then the house collapses from the flames and we all die.
The one where I had a space suit.
During an afternoon nap on Monday, January 18, 2010 at 4:38pm, Blues had a dream...
As I'm falling asleep I pay close attention to my lungs, expanding and contracting. Slowly I lose track of what I'm paying attention to and get rocked to sleep by my oscillating chest.
I open my eyes to find that I'm no longer in my bed, and the oscillating is that of my suit's oxygen generator. Toto and I aren't in Kansas anymore, no, we're in space. Basking in the dark orange-yellow light reflected off a nearby planet I analyze my surroundings.
I'm floating just above the surface of the ship, apparently I was exploring the nearby area, checking if all the outer equipment is in working order. The commander calls in on the headset "Hanson! We're about to break the atmosphere get the hell inside the ship!". I look for an entrance and can't seem to find any unlocked vents or hatches. Looks like I'm S.O.L. Suddenly the cargo area of the ship opens and I'm sucked inside by it's vacuum force. Flying at high speed in my drop suit seems somewhat safe, but I figure I'll pull my chute for good measure...
My chute rips from my back and the cords snap, leaving only the emergency handles. I manage to grab one and it slows me... slightly. I'm thrown to the floor and the cargo bay closes. The commander tells me never to pull any stunts like that again. Little does he know.
"ALRIGHT TROOPS TIME TO DROP!" and with that the hanger bay opens and everyone is sucked out of the ship. But my chute is broken! As I'm being dragged across the floor by the wind I manage to get one hand on the handle of my chute. Into the air I go! Cheers and screams from all the other passengers are all I can hear, other than the sound of intense winds of course. As we fall towards the planet many people start pulling at their chutes. I wish I had it as easy as them!
No later than the moment I wish for a better chute does "The Falling Chute Salesman" appear. "What can I do yah fer?" says the FCS. Obviously a parachute! But it's not that easy, no, he has to list off all the kinds of chutes he has and all of the prices! By the time I pick which chute I want I've hit the ground. I'm alive though, little thanks to the pile of mud I landed in and many thanks to my drop suit. The FCS throws a chute at me and says "All transactions are final!" *Sigh*
Darcey tells me he needs me to carry his backpack to the base because he has some stops to make. He tells me I'm carrying the bag with the food in it and he'll hold onto the one with supplies and clothes. "Make sure there's something left in that bag, eh?" he says. His loss.
I grab a waterbottle, some Crystal Light Chunky, and half a sandwich. Score!
I'm pretty sure the Crystal Light Chunky killed me, because I woke up after I drank it.
I open my eyes to find that I'm no longer in my bed, and the oscillating is that of my suit's oxygen generator. Toto and I aren't in Kansas anymore, no, we're in space. Basking in the dark orange-yellow light reflected off a nearby planet I analyze my surroundings.
I'm floating just above the surface of the ship, apparently I was exploring the nearby area, checking if all the outer equipment is in working order. The commander calls in on the headset "Hanson! We're about to break the atmosphere get the hell inside the ship!". I look for an entrance and can't seem to find any unlocked vents or hatches. Looks like I'm S.O.L. Suddenly the cargo area of the ship opens and I'm sucked inside by it's vacuum force. Flying at high speed in my drop suit seems somewhat safe, but I figure I'll pull my chute for good measure...
My chute rips from my back and the cords snap, leaving only the emergency handles. I manage to grab one and it slows me... slightly. I'm thrown to the floor and the cargo bay closes. The commander tells me never to pull any stunts like that again. Little does he know.
"ALRIGHT TROOPS TIME TO DROP!" and with that the hanger bay opens and everyone is sucked out of the ship. But my chute is broken! As I'm being dragged across the floor by the wind I manage to get one hand on the handle of my chute. Into the air I go! Cheers and screams from all the other passengers are all I can hear, other than the sound of intense winds of course. As we fall towards the planet many people start pulling at their chutes. I wish I had it as easy as them!
No later than the moment I wish for a better chute does "The Falling Chute Salesman" appear. "What can I do yah fer?" says the FCS. Obviously a parachute! But it's not that easy, no, he has to list off all the kinds of chutes he has and all of the prices! By the time I pick which chute I want I've hit the ground. I'm alive though, little thanks to the pile of mud I landed in and many thanks to my drop suit. The FCS throws a chute at me and says "All transactions are final!" *Sigh*
Darcey tells me he needs me to carry his backpack to the base because he has some stops to make. He tells me I'm carrying the bag with the food in it and he'll hold onto the one with supplies and clothes. "Make sure there's something left in that bag, eh?" he says. His loss.
I grab a waterbottle, some Crystal Light Chunky, and half a sandwich. Score!
I'm pretty sure the Crystal Light Chunky killed me, because I woke up after I drank it.
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