Category: Sleep

I started off skating with a bunch of kids in a group learning how to skate, I was telling them how to do rail grinds while they couldn’t even walk between the rails.

I then was playing some board game in Peters room, and was teasing who I think was Donna, when she asked for a pillow to lean on.

Then I ended up in a resteraunt on a date with some girl that was angry with me. She started off sitting across from me, and I asked her to move to the seat next to me so we could talk better. She started crying and explaining how she knew I wasn’t looking for a girlfriend and some other things, and asking why I’m so mean and sarcastic all the time. I started explaining to her the rules of my family, and woke up in the middle of explaining, but she refused to believe they were true and that I was just dry and sarcastic.

I was in a hotel someplace with Jo, and she kept saying things that she had hoped would purposely upset me.

Then I woke up for a minute, and fell back asleep. I then dreamt I was parking at a simpsons amusement park, and when my car headlights were on a lamp post would turn into a golfing Scratchy. When I walked over to it with a golf club, another post turned into an Itchy, whose head I hit a ball off. Then the Scratchy turned to me, and hit Itchys head off towards me.

I had cleaned my room up (as I really did), and on the floor there was a huge worm crawling around. we tried catching it with a towel, but it got away. It came back out and onto a wooden board covered in dots. I was watching the worm as it suddenly splitup into more of these dots, and they all began slowly moving off the board. I tried using a lighter to kill them, which didn’t do anything. I ran to the bathroom to find something else, and mom suggested I use a knife. I grabbed a flat metal knife looking thing, and use that to smush the dots on the carpet. Their guts got on my thumb and hardened very quickly and I just kept going back and fourth rubbing the metal thing along my carpet and smushing them.

It started off with my going to multiple fast food resteraunts and getting lots of food. McDonalds, however, had nothing for me. It reminded me very much of the bus ride from Albuqueque to Flaggie. The last place we went was Dunkin Donuts, where I got a Boston Creme and Choco Glaze, hoping I could stomache them after all the other food I had had.

I was then in a VIP area of an opera house, it was dark, and there was a plate next to me of donuts which I was told were free for me. I screamed loudly in joy and quickly ate two Boston Cremes, they felt day old. I was actually the composer for whatever was going on here, and I was the cartoon dog composer.

Next, I was a female Martial Artist in a place similar to the broken down and flaming level with the Flamethrower Nazis in Wolfenstein. Using various weapons like monkey wrenches (from a Late Night sketch), sweeping grenades away with sponge brushes (from seinfeld and sculpture class), knives, I think bird calling squeeky things for some reason, and removable claw hands from previously mentioned movie. I was fighting my way down to the basement, and fighting a man who had taken me on a date. We met in a construction area and began fighting. I made it down to the basement, everything was coloured gold and it was a large area. I woke up before beating the man I had been fighting, he was threatening that I’d be fighting someone much stronger the moment he went down.

This is from a nap I fortunately was just woken out of by the phone ringing.

I was staying at what I think was supposed to be my grandparents house, and it was focused primarily in the bathroom. Basically it was just clips of my using the toilet for #2 several times. At one point I came in and there was toilet paper on the seat, and a dead wasp on the paper. I threw both into the toilet and flushed it. I was barefoot, and noticed that the floor was wet underneath the toilet. It was dripping slowly, apparently overnight. I got up to try another toilet and was splashed in the face by water shooting out of the shower drain.

I turned the sink on to see if it was a problem too, and the toilet filled up with disgusting coloured water, and shit. I started feeling sick from having this water on my face and feet, and freaking out not knowing what to do to clean myself. I only tried to wake Peter for some reason, who was unresponsive. Ugh, I’m glad thats over.