Tag: Dreams

I was at Justin & Joann’s wedding party, which was outdoors somewhere. It felt like florida, but not too muggy. There was some p arty next door thath cheered really loudly at one point, I think for a game or something.

I then got hired adt for some crazy desigenr who reanamed you when you started. She named me “howdy” and gave me an office that looked like my bedroom. I tried contacting somene I knew who worked there, but didn’t know their new name adn couldn’t get ahold of them.

There wa sa cute modle that I saw a bunch of photos of, and who actually snuck up and kissed my cheek at one point. Empolyees were allowed to use the photo room after hours, but only after completing their first selling design.

While it is not a dream, I thought it appropriate to mention that Danielle told me I was singing in my sleep.

I don’t remember much, which is a shame since I remember it being pretty good.  There was some sort of war going on and one of the people helping us was a spy.  Another guy pulled some secret shoe out, which had 3 other shoes attached to it by thick elastic, and hit the spy in the head with them.

I went back to college. Tym and Peter were both going there as well. Dad drove me there with a bunchof stuff in the car and i headed into the cafeteria wearing ym bathrobe over myc lothes. I went outside and opened up the back doori nto someones room. There were three guys, one was using like a 10′ long, thin tube to suck the other guys toes. I apologized for intruding adn asked if they knew where I could find an RA to give me my room key. Two of them pointed to the guy sucking on the tube, who then asked if I could wait. For some reason I took part of the tube, which was going through the other guys earlobe. We had no clue how the hell that happened, and fortunately the tube wasn’t solid and my pieces were clean.

I went back outside and my dad had already hne home. Tym and another kid knoked on someone’s door tring to get them excited for somiething. They wore wearing boxing gloves and hoods.

Evnthually I ot y room and called home to have them bring some stuff. nothing had been packed yet and I had to basically tell tehm what to grab. That wasn’t working though, and I apparently ended up at home.

Some girl was spraying something in her room to make my room smelllike farts.

me and afew other people kept runningy away form Sylar. He was aboth determined and pissed, everytime we got out of his sight, screaming in anger. We eventually had someone push him over while we ran around a street corer and over by a railroad track. We started running down the track on the far side, which had awlls and trees between to blohide us. There was a guy driving a car on the tracks, we caught up to him and he gave us a ride. He started driving through fields of flowers in the dark, making wide turns, and driving onto some of the flowers. He asked someone else in the car to steer for him for a hit, while the car was spun in reverse for a turn.

He dreopped us of and somehow we floated into our original town, ithought it was hypon a big empty parkinglot where Sylar would have expected us. Dad and I set hid in atiny little childrens playhouse thing. I sugested we set up camp deep in the waoods, but he said he did’nt want to. We had been teasing some other kids about their camping habits, and thought it was hypocryit ical. Ron pointed out that some nearby town required campsites to use filtered exahust on their lites .