Weird Dreams

Last night I dreamed I was approached by a stranger.

The stranger tells me an epidemic is spreading. People start becoming paranoid, aggresive, and then turning into nigh-invulnerable monsters. The only way to be immune to the epidemic is by wearing gloves. And the only weapon that can hurt the monsters is an ordinary house key. (I guess Keyblades were out of stock.)

The stranger tells me that the epidemic will hit a sports gear store in 15 minutes. I go there to head off the monsters. Then, with 5 minutes left before they hit, I realize I no longer have the key.

I look everywhere in the store. I even try to buy a new key from them. With one minute left, no defense against the monsters, and a mysterious black van just pulling up outside. I panic.

I get in my car, an leave. At a stoplight, I start crying, ashamed that I abandoned my duty and left people to die. I remember the old "Chosen One" trope, and ask myself if you can really put that much responsibility on one person.

At this point, I hear a police alert, saying a textbook version of the epidemic is going on at my school. Detirmed, I drive there, and create a barricade in the school's computer lab. This is right next to the band room, and I can hear them practicing.

Some kids try to get into the lab. After checking them for symptoms of the epidemic, I let them in. I explain the situation to them, and they are skeptical. A kid I've never seen before gets on the computer.

At this point, the band stops playing.

I interpret this as a musical spoiler* and threaten the kid to get away from the computer. (I should note that no one in the room is wearing gloves, including me.) The kid calmly enters a chat room. Apparently, he's one of several people who have been watching the spread of the epidemic. These people all confirm that the epidemic has stopped.

Then another kid takes out a gun and kills everyone. Including me.

On a lighter note, the night before I dreamed I battled supervillain Ronald reagan for the fate of Disneyworld.

Reagan: Join me, my son.

Me: Sorry, I'd rather be a supernova!

And then I won. By exploding.

*http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MusicalSpoiler
 
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I had this INSANE dream recently where I was downtown at "Comic-Con" only it took place in this fancy, multi-floored clothing store. Ewan McGregor was there and I became friends with him and we hung out going around the place for a while.

At one point in the dream, some guy was trying to attack me. In real life, one of my cousins had been showing me some of his beginner Jujitsu moves that day. In the dream, I knew Jujitsu and used it to kill the guy who was attacking me.

I got on the streetcar and came home and wondered what to do. I wanted to go back for some reason but told myself not to because "the criminal always returns to the scene of the crime".

Later in the dream I went back for some reason and got into some fights with more people. For some reason, I think it was four. I killed or seriously injured four people using Jujitsu. One guy I flipped over the railing on the fourth floor of this fancy clothing store/comic-con building and watch him fall to his death when he hit the carpeted floor.

I kept getting away and wondering what I was gonna do, if I should just confess and plead my case or act like it never happened and hope they never caught me.

There was a lot more detail to all of this and I considered writing it down when I got up as I try to do with really vivid dreams but I decided not to because I wouldn't mind forgetting some of it. It was one of the most disturbing, violent and depressing dreams I've had and I was so relieved that it was just a dream when I woke up.
 
No because it wasn't stylized at all.... it was the type of fighting James Bond does in the classic Connery movies, lots of awkward shoving and pushing and grabbing of faces.

The guy who went over the railing, though, easily could've had some doves fly across over him during the fall.
 
So, since I go to a crazy liberal arts school, we had a "Gender-Free Orgasm Workshop" thing my friends dragged me to the other night. It was all about looking at orgasms a whole different way and how its more than just a feeling that happens around your junk, its more of a full body experience, and you can reach that full body experience through breathing and stuff...

So I did it, and it was more of a crazy intense body high, but I had friends who got to the full extremes of what it was supposed to be. My entire body felt hot and full of energy like it was shooting out of my fingers and I couldn't stop moving because everything within me was pulsing and happy. The body high lasted for almost five minutes.

It led to the most intense lucid dreaming ever... my mind had wandered to what i might be doing later that night, except I was living those moments, actually felt i was walking places... Only my eyes were open in the real world and i was aware of that, but i had slipped into my subconsciousness.

It was pretty amazing.
 
It's all essentially Tantric Breathing exercises. Stuff that has been done for hundreds of years.
 
Had a pretty cool one where I had gotten together with all my accumulated friends from throughout school. At one point we were over at my friend from first grade's house with some of my friends from high school. I haven't seen some of these people in 5-10 years but they were all the right ages they would be now.
 
The other night involved a scene where apparently, if you peed in the snow, you could think words and they would be printed from your piss-stream as clear and neat as typeface. Drew Carey attempted to do this on national television and kept flubbing words, but apparently it was a common thing that everyone could do.

Last night I had one where I was in my Grade-9 science class with all the people from it, except for some random kid I've never seen before who kept accusing me of scratching him every time I got up or got something. I got into this huge screaming argument with him and then the rest of the class where I was trying to show them that my nails weren't long enough to have possibly scratched him. It was terrible. It was legitimately a huge, horrible argument with like 20 people, several of whom are fairly good friends of mine, and the teacher just stood at the sidelines, afraid.

There was another part where I was in a Legend Of Zelda-like game where I had to launch myself over the castle walls into the grounds by jumping into an active volcano and being launched out.
 
An awesomely epicly weird dream last night.

It began in a training room, where I was training to be a hero with a bunch of other recruits. We all had powers, but nothing overly extravagant, the best recruit';s power was the ability to shine light. I was a cross between a wolf and a human. We didn't have codenames, we had to earn our codenames. The other two recruits were a girl with no powers that anyone knew of, and a guy who could cause explosions from his hands. This was our class, there were several others.

In the middle of training I somehow remember my past life, when I was born, I was a dog, and slowly started to become human, so the whole dream I dealt with animal instincts to run and not fight, and so on. Then tradegy strikes.

The tower we are in gets taking over by something evil, we were told to run.

The running sequence was awesome. I was leaping and running through buidlings, over rooftops, rescuing people from danger, and so on as the tower we were all in imploded upon itself. We get to the edge of the town, and the tower finishes imploding. Our leader sends us a distress call, he's stuck in the tower, and we need to help in. We run into some supervillians, and we defeat them rescuing Mouse, who was the girl that can shine light. She leads us back to the tower through a system of caves and other underground places that led us to where the tower went. Here we fight the same group of supervillians as before, getting into the first floor of the tower and rescuing our team leader and several other heroes. The team leader bequeaths the name Radiant upon Mouse. I ask for my name, and he tells me I hadn't proven myself enough yet. I obviously run from danger, and not stand up to it. I leave the tower and run into one of the supervillains we had defeated. She had with her two puppies, which she gives to me to keep, and tells me that I will someday be a great hero, and when I am, she will be my queen. She runs off.

I give one of the puppies to the girl with no powers on my team, and the other I give to the tower. We start to retake the floors (since we have only floor one), and we get to about four.

I wake up at this point for a few minutes, and then fell back into the dream when I fell back to sleep.

Months had past, and both my other teammates have their code names, the girl with the dog is now known as Clairvoyant. She rides the dog like a horse (the dog is the size of a horse, though the other puppy only became the size of a golden retriever and looks like Jim Henson's dog), and wears full knight gear. The guy who explodes things is known as Cannonball. I still have no code name (people are calling me Hound in the mean time), though I am being commended for my work ethic, having taken back one floor on my own. The fighting is the heaviest on floor seven (as far as I know, there is unlimited floors). I decide to take a gamble, and try to earn my code name. I start to scale the outside of the building, with the house dog following me. I find a goolike substance on the outside, all interconnected, and each nodule has it's own head. They all look at me, and it's a supervillian. It was trying to get back to the first floor and take the flank. We fight on the side of the building, in which I defeat him by burning him with a torch. I land on the floor nine, behind enemy lines, with only the house dog and this torch. The house dog barks, I flinch and the torch sets me on fire, but it doesn't hurt.

I hear a voice in my head telling me I'm the newest member of the supervillians, and my codename is Hellhound. The girl who said she'd be my queen comes down a staircase and tells me it's time.

Then I wake up because of my alarm.

EPIC.
 
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I had a dream a few weeks back that was one of those weird ones where I keep changing perspectives, occasionally seeing things entirely in third person.

There are a bunch of school kids on a train, about to leave to go on a trip with their teacher, a pretty blond woman. The whole thing looks like an Alfred Hitchcock movie, all weird angles and shadows, everyone dressed as if they're from the 50s, the woman is an amalgam of all the famous actresses he had in his movies.

The station is LaSalle Street, where my train arrives when I head to Chicago for classes. It's late afternoon, and the sky is getting dark and all the kids are excited. Suddenly, with a stir of dramatic music and some bizarre camera angles, the teacher is struck with a premonition - all "Final Destination"-like - that the train is going to crash. But they're already leaving from the station and she can't do anything.

She gets hysterical and starts sweating. And then the train crashes, I think. I can't remember very well, but I think the whole thing turned into a cartoon when the train crashed.

Also, I recently had a dream where I was watching one of those celebrity reality shows, like "Dancing with the Stars", and one of the contestants was Hitler.

He kept accidentally saying things like "Vee vill extahminate zee competition! It iz zee final zolution!" Yep.
 
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So last night I had this dream that I was over at Moonmaster's house and the two of us were working on some project for high school, but honest to god half the time we were just trading witticisms. He had an extremely nice house with very high ceilings and mission-oak railings and stuff, the whole first floor was kind of one big room with a staircase in the middle. He had an 8-year-old sister and before I went home, his mom made Kraft Dinner for us all.

The continuation/second dream I had later on as I kept waking up last night sneezing.

There was this giant game/battle sort of thing going on in and around my house involving zombies or monsters or something, and a lot of people were involved but a lot of others were just standing around, talking and occasionally watching what was going on so it could've been a game or a real thing. We were apparently using live ammo to fight the zombie/monster things and my best friend's dad was there and, picking up some used, flattened slugs out of the dirt in an extended version of my backyard, remarked on how a pound of bullets only cost the same as a pound of nails.

Later I was standing in my bedroom window(which looks out onto my backyard and what's beyond it) watching fighting going on all over the brick building a hundred yards away. This girl I'm friends with from school is with me and we're attempting to pick off zombie-monster things from through the window. I've got this huge dark-blue steel pistol and she at first had a sniper-rifle. My revolver worked very well but then we say this bizarre thing that looked like a cross between the girl from The Grudge and this. The girl I'm with starts shooting at her, her gun having now become some sort of machine gun like an AK-47 but way more old-fashioned.

The Grudgemonstergirl finishes attacking some guys and starts making it's way toward us. We hit it a couple times but right before my friend can finish it off with some awesome final shot, she runs out of bullets. The thing is still clamboring toward us. My friend is reloading her gun but doing so apparently required her to be shovelling and ejecting bullets all over the place and manually attempting to work the springs inside the gun. The Grudgemostergirl literally climbs up to the window infront of us(this is on the second floor of my house), but now it has glass over it again, which it apparently didn't before because we could shoot through it.

It presses itself against the glass and I could draw it's face in great detail if you asked me to now. My friend finishes reloading her gun and we both fire "at" it, but the glass is in the way(doesn't break, thank god) and the thing just rushes off.

My friend hands me her gun, which is now a sawn-off double-barrled shotgun(which apparently only holds two shells, so what happened to all the hubub from before?) and says we'll spilt up and I'll meet up with her later. I agree and I jump down into my backyard, holding the shotgun in my left hand and my long blue steel pistol in my right, a full story down out through the same window, apparently permeable again.

There was some other stuff here where I met up with two of my best friends and then I woke up. It was really cool and a lot of fun, but oh well..... Christmas morning!

Later I discovered that that girl facebooked me a Merry Christmas, which was so cool and surprising because we're pretty much fringe-friends.
 
Last night I dreamed that I had infantitis, which is an odd disease where your teeth start screaming like infants.

I woke up and brushed my teeth excessively.
 
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Last night I had a dream where my local friends plus Gothamite and our Irish friends went to see Slumdog Millionare. I was quite enjoying it. It featured a lot of the actors that are typically work with "Stella" like Zak Orth and Joe Lo Truglio.

The guys kept getting into discussions during the movie and would not stop talking, even when we moved up to the very front row and were sitting against the movie screen. I begged them to shut up. Somebody went and told the managers, who sent in an usher, dressed as a surly clown, who kicked us all out.

Then one of my friends(who also got kicked out and missed the second half of the movie, so how would he know) and some kid who was like 14 spoiled the ending by saying "the Ottawa Superman guy dies". I was so pissed I got into an actual fight with them. At the end of the fight I escaped via those Bullet Bill jet-jump boots from the Mario Bros movie.

Needless to say I was so relived when I woke up and found that I hadn't seen any of the movie, nor had it been spoiled.
 
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