Awesomely Modest

I was in some basement digging around for a treasure.  I had gotten bits and pieces to help me find the real treasure.  Some glass bottles in various figures, some with green ligth glowing in them, which hurt me with large electrical shocks, some with purple, which healed my health.  I had to find a better purple one to help me get past a hallway of green ones, to get the main treasure.  There was some baby moose, who I heard complaining about how I didn’t pay enough attention to it.  I started yelling at him about how the entire reasing i  was digging for the treasure was to give it to him.  he started helpin me dig some dirt out from under my bed and he found some little purple glass which he heard voices through, guiding him to the treasure.  When he got it, it was a little ring that was able to transform objects into something else.  I gave him the idea that he should create a special taco chain.  His brothers owned big fast food restaurants like mcdonalds and at one point askedme if he also had a ring, or what his recipe was.  I acted confused and told him i just suggested the idea to him, I had nothing to do with his success as a taco chain.

I had een wearinrg some shirt that a couple people at a restaurant commented on.  after holdin the door for someone as they came in they commented polietly to me as they lef.  I responded in my usual way of being awkward and slightly obnoxious, confusing the woman greatly after I had been kind earlier.  As i was in the building there was some hispanic kid Eli who the o ther kids liked but was starting to et into trouble.  I borrowed some card from him, and he was in a hurry to get it back so he could head hoem to a party.   i pulled him aside and started talking to him, trying to make sure he didn’t do anything to fuck up his life since he’s one of the few cool kids i’d met.  I don’t know how far it was sinkin in, and he had a problem with his foot causing him to limp.  I picked him up and carried him as we talked, and he suddenly sprang out of my arms and under a bookshelf in terror.  I didn’t know why, but I grabbed some towels from another shelf and threw them to the floor to cover him, and started acting like i was sorting and folding some of the laundry there.  some older guy came around the corner, looking around the uiilding.  Eli kept shovin his ars and legs out of te blacnkets and i kicked him repeatedly to try and get him to calm down and shut up before blowing his cover.  The owner of the building came by and talked to the older man for a few minutes, and then came by and asked if I had seen the boy.  I said no, and the owner gave me a note from the woman earlier, which said something along the lines of how I’m not supposed to answer a compliment so rudely.  I laughed and thanked him, and they both left.  I grabbed Eli, covered in towels and carried him outside, but the guy was near his truck, so we went across the street to a store.  I went upstairs and saw some girls carryin laundry baskets around, and tossed him into one to carry him a bit more inconspicuously.  I asked around if they had those big rubber balls, the size of a torso, and was told they were downstairs.  Going downstairs, I didn’t see any there, and asked a guy about them.  He turned behind him, grabbing one, and threw it at my face, asking if I meant one of those.  I excitedly said yes, as he threw the ball at my face a few more times, grabbed one and shoved Eli into it.  I woke up before getting him to his car.

Post apocalyptic dream where i was trying to hide from people who take slaves.  i had been one, but with the privledge of doing decent work instead of manual labor and being beaten constantly.  i was also able to ascape because of their lax securitywhile everyone was at a meeting. I was with some sgirl who I kept telling to keep quiet and get down and hidden.  She didn’t quite get the concept though.  At first we started running looking for a place to hide but she was wearing neon yellow sheirt and wasn’t rushing to do anything.  she slaid down in a pool thinking it would hide her, and that’s when the owner of the house actually came back with her kids.  we then ran off looking for an abandoned areas that wasn’t too obvious.  avoided secret basement cellars and stuff, and decided to hide in piles of leaves.  i hopped in and started burying myself quickly, she sort of layed on top until i forced her to start covering up.  some kids started coming by on bikes to ride over the leave piles and we had just gotten completely coveredwhen they went over us.

Some random hairy anon and his scrawy friend invited us over to some hotel room.  For whhatever reason we accepted and headed o ver.  there was a bit of craziness in getting picked up by a third-party driver, which was rather moot anyways because we were wearing suits but no masks were involved.  when we got there there were a bunch of others in the hotel room and there was a big tv screen playing the cartoon network, only it was playing chanology videos instead of commercials.  apparently someone had gotten cartoon network to create an all chanology channel.  the cartoons it played were things we’d love, and commercials were all anon made. sometimes even anon videos would play in the background of a slightly shrunken video, like an animated border.

after that, Jenny and I went outside where it was raining.  Jenny laid down in a courtyard and I hunkered down underneath an unbrella to screw my glasses back together.  Waves of rainwater were flooding back and fourth over us.

I was on a boat going somewhere.  not sure where .  we were going past a small ferry and noticed all of the people were crowded up together and in the head between their knees position like in a falling airplane.  then i saw a guy in a wetsuit at the front, holding a gun.  he apparently held up a ferry for something and was going to swim to safety.  when he jumped in he sam around aimlessly it seemed, nten eventually found some land to go p.  then there was a guy in a grey trench coat wit h a really long barreled gun, like a sniper revolver.  he turned out to be me, and i was trying to shoot the robber, but kept missing.  he was a  bad assassin, and i was a hired assassin to take out the bad ones. same gig, different outlooks of things.  i kept chansig him for a while and missing him, but eventually he thought he got away and went into his house and changed.  he came out and was a rather large guy, talking on the phone a lot.  i managed to sneak his gun away when he wasn’t paying attention and then managed to grab his arms behind his bac.  after a struggle i got soe handucfs on him really tight and considered him caught.  i showed off his gun to him ina ziplack, along with a few others i found that had his fingerprints on them.  he grabbeda hammer at some point and i wasn’t very concerned.  he started ust hitting it against my toolbox and some of the rocks in his garden.  he apparently palmed something i wanst aware of and he started talking on the phone again.  when i went tot take it away from him he started pinching two tiny littsle disks together and a smoke came out which i smelled curiously.  he started talking to me playfully as islowly got seleepy and eventually passed out thinking the disks in his hands were tiny little recordns that i wanted to look at.  i passed out.