Dreams: Friends

Lately, I’ve been having short non-entry-worthty dreams that keep involving my friends. Had a decently describable one last night that involved jhoxesp, that same guy that illustrated the Zalgo puppy from one of my other dream. As it turns out, he had decided to marry my sister-I-never-had that I mentioned in the last entry. I’m unsure if he knew of our “altercations”. Does it count if it never actually happened? I mean it did, in a dream, but not in real-argh, so confusing. >_<

Anywho, now that my friend (who I shall now refer to as Joe) is my dream-world brother-in-law, he invited me over for a dream-world family get-together… and to see the baby. The trip was from Texas to Maryland, and most of it was going to be by plane in the winter. My mother was driving the car. We were going to be late for the plane trip so she was speeding; far out of character for her. But then again, this is a dream, what do I care?

Instead of the airport, we drove to a military base. Instead of delta airlines, we flew in a SR71 Blackbird. Holy fuck, those things are fast. We wound up at Maryland pretty quickly and got to Joe’s house just fine. I got to see my adorable 6-month old mulatto dream-world niece, ate, chatted, the usual. I think this is the most that my dreams have ever linked to each other. Kind of scary enough to make you say “What the flying fuck on a stick, is this real?!”

As for the other dreams involving my friends… well they can be described rather quickly. A certain buxom gamer girl becomes a slut and a certain CS major breaks up with a certain deity…. and still rejects me to be her boyfriend.

Dreams:I have no clue what to title this one, but it has to do with Computer Science.

Started off ON A COLD WINTER MORNING on the top of the North Parking garage at UTSA. My Advanced Programming teacher had for some reason canceled class in our usual classroom and had us meet up here, outside. We were instructed to carpool and drive to a gas station, where he’d show how gas pumps are programmed. At the gas station, instead of doing so, he lit a cigarette and chucked it to the ground pseudo-carelessly.  Naturally we all panicked, ran the fuck off, and duck/cover’d behind my and someone else’s car while everything exploded behind us.

Infuriated, I was the first to stand up and yell “WHAT IN THE NINE HELLS WAS THAT FOR?! YOU COULD’VE FUCKING KILLED US, ASSHOLE!” he responded “Just making sure you’re all awake. I don’t like it when students sleep during my class.” My response was communicated through my fist to his face. He caught it, pushed me off-balance to the ground, and kicked me in the side as he and my other classmates drove off, leaving my car behind for some reason. The rationale of others in my dreams never fails to make me WTF.

As I got up, I began to drive back to UTSA for some reason. I had no classes for the rest of the day, and it was dark as midnight there, so I couldn’t comprehend why I was there.  Getting out of my car, I noticed something shadowy in an empty space.  I pointed my garage door opener at it, holding the middle button as it illuminated from the feet up.  It looked human, though its skin was blue, blood-spattered, and partially covered by torn clothing. Conclusion:  Zombie. RUN, DAMMIT, RUN! Despite how it walked slower than a Molasses Golem in an ice storm, I frantically ran to, got in, and started up my car. I crashed through the gaurd wall surrounding the top of the parking lot in a manner similar to that “Crazy Sunshine” dream I had from a while back and sped home.

Upon my arrival, I wearily headed upstairs to my room, and fell to my bed. I didn’t even have my dream-eyes closed when the sister-I-never-had came in. How should I describe this? Same skin complexion, same dark hair, “thick” but not chubby or fat, hair was in a bun. Her face resembled a certain one of my female friends, who will remain unknown to protect the innocent. I guessed she was my “sister” by the way she called me “bro”.  Incest occured. I will not go into details here, but it felt so realistic I had to reality-check myself awake. Sweet nipple-gobbling baby Jebus on a stick, I haven’t felt this morbidly disturbed and confused since “BadBaby”.

Dreams: Military days

I find myself loading a train while in a military outfit. It was sundown (or sunrise?) in front of what looked like a large corporate building and there were literally hundreds of boxes stacked on top of each other in mostly uneven piles. I never learned what was in them, and disregarded the fact that none of the cars had walls to them. At some point I decided to use the bathroom, finding naught but what seemed like a shed with a toilet in it. The toilet was quite clean, but surrounding it was nothing but leaves, dirt, and assorted dead plant life. Oh, and snakes. At least that’s what I found out when they quite literally scared the shit out of me. Most of them were brownish, but I saw one of those snakes where it has Red, Yellow, and Black stripes. I don’t remember the pnuemonic rhyme to tell if they were poisonous or not, but I wasn’t planning to find out manually. Pulling my pants up in record time, I dashed out of the shed to find that the train was leaving, and that I wasn’t on it. So now I was AWOL.

…not for long. I walked a few blocks to an airport, with a ticket to Iraq that I’ve had for ages apparently.  This isn’t the normal airport; the planes are now jet-like machines that passengers board through what look like doors placed among the exhaust pipes. When they take off, a maelstrom of flames envelops the window that looks out upon it, then the plane takes off at a speed just under a sonic boom. It’s breathtakingly awesome to see, which is why it’s so ridiculous that my own flight seemed lackluster. I didn’t feel any rumble, didn’t hear any boom, didn’t even get pushed back in my seat.

I woke up the moment I landed- a minute after takeoff.

Dreams: Alien Wedding

I apologize in advance for how hard this dream may be to follow.

So basically, it starts off with a wedding proposal between a guy and a girl that both work at a car wash. The girl says yes and everything is all happy and such. The wedding was held near a waterfall in a desert oasis surrounded by cliffs.

Here’s where things start getting weird. The family of the groom had blue shirts that said “DISK” on the back. They were also decked out in archaeologist outfits. The bride’s family had “RISK” on theirs in a lighter blue. I was the best man, dressed in a yellow tuxedo. Yellow. Not even pink, f@#king YELLOW. So after the bride and groom kiss, there was some small conversation brewing about who put more effort into the kiss. Each side thought their own put more, and the arguing escalated until there was a big “NO!”

Ridiculous enough yet? A wedding fight breaks out. The bride and groom go missing, and I use my lucid-dream-gotten-herculean strength to hold my own, eventually making a human katamari out of everyone coming at me. ‘Twas quite GAR, if you ask me. At least as GAR as one can get while wearing a YELLOW tuxedo. From portals forming out of nowhere, pink tentacled alien monster things started flying around. Here is an artists’s renedition:

I'm 12 and what is this

 

One of the family members of the groom took off his shirt and revealed that he too, was an alien. Some sort of worm-man. He slithered off at the sight of the Pink Monster Things. Cops start to pull around, and everyone, including me rushes to their cars to drive off. Cue high-speed chase scene. With Pink Monster Things eating random people. Eventually everyone pulls up in front of the Car Wash where everything started and cram in. I’m not sure what happened to the cops. A huge rumble occurs and the next thing I know, the entrance to the carwash opens and we see nothing but space and the stars in it. And yet another alien. But this one’s more feminine-shaped, with dark skin speckled with random starry space scenery. Think of Utsuho Reiuji’s cape in the Tohou Series. She is floating before us, holding the groom’s unconscious body in her left hand. She only says “If it continues, we will ensure Earth’s destruction.” I have no clue what “it” is. She then dissappears in a puff of sparkles leaving us to drift back towards Earth. Or so I thought.

It turns out that the planets were jostled out of their regular orbits at one point. Earth was now in a Figure-8 orbit between Jupiter and Saturn, and Mars collided with Venus. A tractor beam surrounded our makeshift car wash-spacecraft and we found ourselves in a rather comfortable home-like setting occupied by a bunch of humanoid alien girls. They had a similar look to the groom-carrying alien before these space shenanigans, but despite the ominous-looking white eyes, they showed great hospitality towards their unintentional houseguests, if not sexy hospitality with how all of them were half-nude.

The only room I remember visiting in their “space house” was a kitchen in which everything was automated and synthesized. One of the alien babes pulled a fork out of a drawer and I woke up.

Dreams: Tornadoes seem to be frequent in my dreams.

I think this dream is mostly inspired by 2012. (Good movie if you’re into near-constant suspense) There’s this one scene in the movie that takes place over Yellow Stone Park, in which a good portion of the ground for a mile or so visibly starts to swell up. It bursts in a firey explosion of lava and ash, creating a Super Volcano that screws America over.

There was a Tornado of that size forming in my dream. That is, a mile wide in diameter, by estimate. The clouds swirled and had a dark color to them, and I tried to warn my parents that they didn’t look good, but they told me to “Go seek shelter if you’re worried. You know what to do in case of a Tornado.”
The nearest building appeared to be some sort of schoolhouse or post office. I wasn’t sure what the building’s function was, but I knew that there were three windows at the counter, and one large window beyond those. Behind the counter, there was an office consisting of a coffee machine and a couch. Aside from that, there really wasn’t much else to the place.
I used the entire couch to make a fort to defend against the tornado, finding $1.05 in loose change, and waited, covering my head however way I could. I don’t know how long I waited, but I eventually heard a giggle somewhere. It was girly and high-pitched. I popped out of my fort to see where it was coming from, and found the windows at counter showed nothing but darkness outside them. Darkness and the source of the giggles-a certain loli-esque succubus: Lilith Aensland.
As soon as I saw her head, she disappeared back into the abyss, and it faded away, leaving partially cloudy skies and the sun shining as if it were morning. The clouds slowly started to disperse, revealing that they were hiding cars, several types of them, too, but most were older models; all of which were mysteriously floating in mid-air. It was amidst my admiration that I woke up to the sound of my late-ringing alarm clock falling off my nightstand.

Dreams: Another weird vacation with Dad

So this vacation was out towards Georgia to check on various things after the flooding. The dream took place midway through the trip in Mississippi, where we stayed the night at a casino. While trying to leave however, we were chased by rather odd-looking dogs. They resembled the “fog” a friend of mine made in photoshop, seen here: http://jhoxesp.deviantart.com/art/Fog-73297430 however, they have a full razor-sharp set of bloodstained teeth and were fully-grown. Needless to say, you didn’t want to mess with these things.

On a sunny afternoon they chased us down the road. I was driving the truck (It was the old blue truck, not the green one, by the way), and Dad pulled out various playing cards, throwing them at about three of these little zalgo-puppies, not to much avail. They were very agile and nimble, capable of keeping up with us.  eventually Dad pulled out an Ace of Spades that had a picture of a anime girl in a kimono with a sheathed katana. He threw it and it sliced one of them cleanly in half, one of the other puppies tripped over half of it’s fallen comrade. There was one left to deal with, but Dad had ran out of cards. I hit the turbo button on the dashboard, and we zoomed down the highway. The remaining puppy had vanished, but I suddenly found that the entire road was made of bloody mouths, gaping with hunger for human flesh. It started to form a tunnel around us and mouths were everywhere. Flying stones with red eyes came up from behind us. They didn’t look threatening, but for some reason, when I turned off the turbo, all of it dissapeared and we were being chased by a normal zalgo-puppy. The dream ended then.

Impending sense of doom.

Recently my dreams have been turning more nightmarish with an overall sense of “desperate struggle” mixed with “must… survive…”

• One such dream involved various square shaped parts of the floor and ground around me falling into an abyss at the center of the Earth. Some objects and some people fell in, and the closest I got was just below the surface, hanging on by my hands. At a great distance, there was a bluish-white glow that seemed to draw everything in.
• In another, there was a black guy attempting to kill me through various methods. He would be more successful if I hadn’t developed regenerative capabilities in that one and threw him out a window.
• Another had my managers at McDonalds trying to get everyone to wear these pink headbands that had electrodes (not the pokemon, the metal platings I mean.) on them. Somehow, I assumed these were mind control devices and went berserk enough to crash my car through the drive-through window and into the frier.

Dreams: I love Telekinesis.

I started off on some sort of parody of survivor, with all of us split into groups of two to overcome video game-like challenges I say “video game-like” because we weren’t playing video games. We were experiencing them. One such challenge was us having us in a team battle of sorts, with at least 5 different teams, including my own. We didn’t really have specific classes to choose from, but rather our stats were boosted based on how much we valued them, and our preference towards physical/magical attacks. The moves we learned at level ups would be based on how quickly you could meet the stat required to learn it. Due to the low level cap, however, you were stopped from learning all moves. I ranked my stat importance with Speed first, Defense second, and Attack third and had a pure magic offensive preference. Through those parameters, I managed to gain telekinesis as my first skill. I didn’t get Lightning yet as hoped, but Telekinesis is just as fun. I found myself in a shed of some sort, and used a small spinning top to practice the skill a bit before walking out into a clearing where people where fighting. My partner, a redheaded black girl named Sasha, performed a “Dynamic Entry” Kick on another girl that caused them to turn into a fairy. The fairy-girl fought back a bit, managing to stab Sasha in the arm, but I intervened and flung her into a wall with my mind. This looked a lot cooler than it sounds. After a few minutes of rather ambiguous fighting, a buzzer sounded and the game was over. A guy tried getting a last slash in with his two swords, but I flung him into a tree.

The contest result screen resembled Puzzle fighter or something like that. You’d have different colors that corresponded to each team, and every match you win, you’d get to position a small block on the screen. And that block would produce gravitational effects that made the “point stream” flow towards it. Small blocks could be combined into bigger ones to cause higher gravity, and therefore more points, so scoring was a careful balance of sabotaging your opponent while maximizing your point ventillation. Sounds like something out of MSPaintAdventures. Sasha and I, team “OYAH” (others were “OFUK”, “OGOD”, “ONOH”, and “OYES”) placed our magenta block nearby another three close together. They fused and made a 2×2 block.

While the contest manager (Called himself “Rector”, short for “Director”) went on about the rules of the next contest, I had my arm around Sasha, not doing anything naughty, at least until she whispered “Just be discreet about it.” to me while puffing out her chest. I acknowledged, fondling her with telekinesis instead of my hand. It was interesting because I could feel every curve of her breast and its shape adapted to my hand as if they were both in contact with each other . Phone Rang. Woke me up. I raged. I went back to sleep and started dreaming again.

I found myself in a store somewhat like HEB, Stop-’n-Shop, Kroger’s, you know, the store that everyone would go to if Wal-Mart wasn’t strangling the life out of it. It varies where you live. But anyway, I was using telekinesis to make myself SORT of hover. It wasn’t even really a hover in fact. It looked I was constantly midway through a foward fall from standing on my tip toes. I met a few of my friends from college there, one at a register, another paying for his groceries, and another guy completely idle. We chatted for a bit about the upcoming school year, and started to make my way out of the store. Along the way, I passed what looked to be one of those claw-grab machines nearly empty, save for what looked like a disc-thin hamburger at the bottom, which two ridiculously large ants (about the size of my thumb) were taking apart. I hovered out to my car. Two co-workers from my job at McDonalds (two fat girls) for some reason started to try to get into my car then block my way out of the parking lot after I locked the doors. I started to pull out anyways not really caring, and being the weaklings they were, they got out of the way and I drove off. As I made a right turn in front of a building to get to the highway, I passed a bunch of kids playing around with a 1/4th-dead rattlesnake and a teacher trying to get their attention and tell them to stop messing with it before it bites them. Naturally they didn’t listen. The rattlesnake rattled and hissed, but if it bit someone, I didn’t see it do so as I woke up again.

Day Y+x of my insanity

I believe that the whole “Arcarnal Sorcery” deal I usually pull off on the internet is starting to have some kind of effect on me.
•Urge to surround self in cleaning products upon listening to friends in an MSN Convo troll me with BS relating to mushrooms and insects. Not very fun.
•Recently got bored and tried recording things in various voices. I got scared by how “realistic” my girl-voice sounded.
•Kind of went all SUPERRRRR DOUCHEBAAAAG on the aforementioned MSN friends tonight. Had an abnormally rough day. May have breached a breaking point in my benevolence. Starting to wonder why I’m so serious. Having mood swings.

Conclusion: Slowly turning into girl.
Solution: Need more power metal.

Dreams: Messing with Muhznit

It started with me in a beautiful jungle setting, full of vivid cyans and greens under a starlit sky. A squirtle waddled by in a small path made through the brush, and KO’d a Pikachu with its Down-Throw from Brawl. I found that I could pause, and used the opportunity to fly around the level with the camera, zooming in on flowers, taking pictures of a galaxy and planet in the sky, it was pretty fun.

Then I found myself in a large, formally decorated room, large enough to be a ballroom or big restaurant. I ran across the room towards a bathroom, did my usual business, but while flushing, the ceiling started leaking. Rushing out of the bathroom, there was an entire streak of wet ceiling that extended into a closet paralell to the bathrooms that had a bunch of shoes on the floor. The floor was soaked, and it didn’t loook like the leak was stopping any time soon. So I ran outside, yelling “KITTAN! YOU NEED TO FIX THE-” And then that’s when I saw Hotstreak from Static Shock and that black kid that can turn into Fire-Alien guy from Ben 10 duking it out. Both of them being able to fly, they slowly took the fight to the air, then when some gentleman-looking fellow emerged from a nearby coffee shop, they made a daul-diving motion with both of them on fire towards him. The guy suffered critical injuries from the resulting explosion. The two firey juveniles then somehow got over their on fight and walked down the sidewalk as if they were best friends, talking of superpowers and how to use them right. They went their separate ways in two separate flying fireballs.

Meanwhile, I had somehow turned into Virgil form Static Shock. Saw it coming. One of my friends waves to me from down the road and I run to her. Suddenly she whips out the PEZ UZI and fires on me. They didn’t pierce my skin, but my fuck, did they hurt. I got her to stop by grabbing the barrel with my hand, and putting my thumb on the trigger in one smooth motion. It looked like I was holding the gun upside-down. Unfortunately it was out of ammo by the time I did this. I started yelling “DAMMIT, that hurt! Didn’t you hear me telling you to-” and then I got punched by this random crazy-ass black guy that was about to start something. As he punched me, I heard him say “STAY OUTTA MAH CONVERSATION”! In my diatribe against him, he said “I have a huge loogey in my mouth right now. Please don’t make me miss” he said as he slowly removed my glasses. I grabbed my glasses out of his hands, pushed him away half-strength, and backflip-jumped into a ball pit right behind us. I climbed out on the other side, making my way up a foam-covered pole. As I leaned backwards and started to fall, I woke up.