Category: Sleep

I was in some big open theater like area- i forget what I was actually doing. I was on the stage, talking to some girl and looking around. I was standing infront of a large structure on stage with too loosely closed doors, and when I heard people starting to comeinto the room I quickly hid inside it.

This is where I realized that I am either continuing adream I had and didn’t remember to type up about a week ago, or atleast felt like it in the dream. I realized I was in some sort of alternate planet, where I had been invited to stay, and one of the rules was worship every saturday- something I agreed to do, but did not actually intend to do.

I then realized that I was screwed, as the big thing I stepped inside was probably going to be used for this worship ceremony. When the girl I was talking to on stage came over and started opening it, she saw me, and stepped inside. She started laughing, and I admitted that this was going to look strange when I walk out. She opened it up, and people laughed when I came out and walked off stage to get a seat. Strangely lots of people knew my name. I decided to take a seat next to a similarly aged attractive female. She said hello, and knew my name. There was a kid across the aisle that called for me, and asked if I was the person who gave him a phone number or name or something like that for some reason I don’t remember (But I remember having doing so from said possible previous dream). I nodded and said yes. My hair wasn’t bleached when I saw him last.

Then the ceremony began, and it wasn’t long until I started being shocked by some energy from the structure I was in earlier, for not worshipping it. I got pushed around into several other seats, and was generally in a lot of pain for my decision not to worship. After several repetetive minutes of tis, I worke up.

I was in Illustration class, Rory and some other girl were talking about how they were afraid to touch one of Marc’s good microphones. When Marc came in, he suggested we all chip in money so that next semester we could buy a bottle of champagne. Noone wanted to chip in.

Then I was in a house, being hunted by some monster. One of the people I was with was killed. I remembered taking her somewhere to get her life back, and then remember being in an elevator with her. She told me that she had just brought me back to life, and that everyone else we were with was dead. We were on our way down to talk to the boss monster, and I had my Leatherman, and a pair of long salad tongs on me. Getting out of the elevator, i thanked her for giving my life back, and she shrugged it off. We hopped onto the back of a moving truck, and then jumped off by the door for the boss.

We walked in the door, and the boss turned out to be Snoop Dog, in snake form. I poked him with the tongs, and he sat up a bit, surprised that there was someone besides the girl. He told his guard to leave the room, and I locked the door behind him as he left, stepping off to the side and keeping quiet incase he thought to shoot through the door. Snoop started talking about things I had done in my past, showing me a bunch of inflatable footbal players on the floor I had apparently designed or something.

After awhile, I pulled out a kitana and sliced him up, then cut the door open, expecting his guard to have a gun, but he was nowhere in sight.

First dream:

There was someone going around slicing people up. For some reason, I pissed off some dude that owrked at blockbuster, and I overheard him telling another kid that they didn’t have keys to lock up that night. I snuck in while the kid was closing the store up, hiding behind the aisles, wondering how he didn’t notice me hiding so poorly. When he actually left, he did see me, just staring at me like he didn’t care. I motioned at him to keep quiet, and he left. Momenss later, there was a loud thud on the door. I pushed the door open and went outside, finding the dude I pissed off in a big cloak, with a Grim Reaper-like weapon. He made some stupid comments, and then swung at me, missing. I threw some shit at him. Eventually he tried throwing the thing at my neck, still missing. I don’t remember what happened after that.

Second dream:

There were4 burglars ain my house. Peter and I let them work, they knew we were home- I tried calling the operator on my cellphone in order to call the town police. Operator never picked up. At one point, one of the guys came upstoirs to check on us, and I got him in a headlock and was cutting off his supply of oxygen, he dropped his gun, and one of te other guys came out and saw this- pointing the gun at me. I told him I’d kill the guy in my arms if he didn’t take his aim off me. When he did, I let the guy go, and punched him in the face. I pulled out my butterfly knife and started waving it around, opening and closing it. I pokedthe guy I had been strangling in the face with it, and then closed it and conked him on the head lightly. He pulled out a knife as well, and I stabbed him in the side. I went over to the bathroom where the other guy had gone, when I rounded the corner he fired at me, but it was too far to the side. I jumped into the bathroom behind the guy, stabbing him in the stomach. I took his gun from his hand as he collapsed to the ground, and headed back out to the den. The girl that was with them came up through the living room wiith a gun. I aimed at her, firing- she did the same at me. Both guns were empty. I flashed her my bali, and she turned and ran out into the livingroom. I lunged at her, and shoved the knife up her ass repeatedly as she knelt on the couch, commenting on her blue spandex.

Outside, the last person pulled a car up to the window as the girl cried and screamed in pain looking out. I don’t remember how I disposed of him.

// real life
Carrying JoAnn’s new treadmill to her apartment at 1am to get it out of the truckbed and the rain, it opened up on us causing it to slam against the door. Very loud. Landlord came out and helped us, saying it wasn’t a problem.

// dream

Justin talked to his landlord the next day, who told him that there have been several times late at night where he’s made loud noises and broken things- and that he had to stop it. Justin complained about how “wishy washy” the guy is.

I can’t remember why I did it, but I tgave myself a fake mahawk like my radia flier, and went to ym old highschool. I just walked around, not talking to anyone. I went to the bathroom, whihmr barton r whoever he was was guarding at his litttle teachers post. He didn’t see me I guess, and I wet my hair to make it look better. I walked around some more and eventually ran into adam cook, I told him the hair was fake and that making fun of his hair wasn’t actually the intent. he said he cuold tell it was fake, and then we walked away. I headed outt, and for some reason needed to pass through the kitchen to leave- barton saw me and followed me to the door on he other side. I walked over to the opposite side, and pushed my way through the small 4-door space that there was. he saw me, and chased after me looking pretty pisssed. After he gave up chasnig me, I came back over to see what he would do- calling him a pussy now, since he wouldn’t bully me like he used to.