I was a small child of around 8 or so, and my mother wanted to smuggle me to school, as I evidentally wouldn't be allowed to go otherwise.
In order to hide the fact, we painted a bunch of barrels which were behind the house, on a cliff overhanging the beach, yellow. We then put them in the sea to make our heighbors, on the other side of it, to think that my mother, a murderer, was trying to escape.
Then we went down the beach to her ex-husband's house, and me him on the way. He looked rather like Bowser, although his skin might've been more of a grey. Entering his castle, he wanted to kill me at first. A group of dwarves, spinning stones on strings, came up and tried to kill me, but their stones just bounced off.
A young guard named Michal tried to bash into me with a boulder, but, inexplicably, he just bounced back off, quite forcibly and getting injured in the process. Later, Michal again tried to kill me, trying to knock me into the pit in the room with his pitchfork, but I grabbed onto the rope bridge. Slowly climbing back up, the ex-husband knocked Michal into the pit and then everyone left to go pick him up from the beach, which the pit emptied to.
I was riding in a car with a number of other people from some group I was a part of. Suddenly the car stopped for some reason, and we got out.
One of the people there pointed a gun at us and pressed the trigger repeatedly, but didn't have any bullets. Muttering that we weren't worth the $.60 that a bullet would cost, he said that he'd use a cheaper method. Going to the trunk, he got out a fake red rose. The stem extended as he wrapped it around our legs and hands, until we were all tied together.
Looking at my Instant Messenger screen, I could see that Carth, my wife,'s icon was blinking with an exclamation point, and I realized that she knew I was in danger. Suddenly, a large explosion went off, and I figured I was dead.
Dazed, I looked around and realized that I was at the beach I had been to earlier, and that my son was on my back. Running out of the water, noone seemed to notice me, even though were both naked.
Reaching the street connected to the beach, I saw a few people, one of which I recognized to be me. The other was my wife, and the other a friend. They all looked futeristic, and had some weird rollerblade type system on their feet, and were rather young.
They soon entered a building which looked somewhat like a theater, and after getting through the foyer they began to discuss a game that Carth was playing. My friend didn't seem to like it, while Carth loved it. It seemed to be some sort of card battling game, but possibly more complex and using a computer screen for the battling, which took place on a large grid.
(weird person I was there - had a totally different life and name. odd that the wife uses one of my roleplaying names, too.)
I was in Latin class, playing a Super Mario GameBoy game on my Visor Deluxe. The game was suddenly very noisy, with lots of jumping noise and background music.
The teacher thought it was a cell phone, and asked whose it was. I tried to mute it, but it wouldn't work. Then I tried to get back to the launcher, so that I could turn it off, but it was very slow in doing so. Everyone else was looking around the room, but only a few seemed to see that the noise was coming from around me.
Finally, I got it turned off and slipped it back in my pocket.
I was sitting around the house, bored and not doing much of anything, so Mom decided to take me to get my hair cut. I didn't realize this was her intention, so I went along, eager to do something different.
When we got to the location, I saw that it was a boat ramp, with several boats tied up to the side. The old lady who was to cut my hair was standing on one of these boats. Realizing why we were here, I paniced and said that I didn't want to do this.
Stepping off of the boat, I had released one of the ropes holding the boat, and had to lean over to reattach it. Fleeing the area, I soon joined a number of other people who were fleeing from someone. The view was like that in Super Mario RPG, and we looked like some of the various enemies in it. I was a 'scout'.
We hid in two closets that were attached to the main passage, the most in one and a few of us in the other.
I opened a closet inside of the closet and stuffed myself in, turning into a ball of fluff and then hiding under a bunch of sheets and comforters. Coming out after a while, the others in the closet were still there. I decided to leave, and found that those in the other closet had already done so.
Walking to my house, I saw a classmate, who commented that they had the same shirt I was wearing, ThinkGeek's Camel Code shirt. I was very surprised, thinking that no one in my class would have similar interests. I was then further impressed as they began to write a post to a message board about unix 'threads' while holding up weird pieces of thread.
I was walking somewhere so that I could look at someone's evidentially nifty comic, which had been presented to his class each day since the teacher had noticed it.
Walking up to the ancient Mac which was on a folding table, I tried to figure out how to access it. Opening a bare-bones web browser, I looked through the bookmarks, but didn't notice anything relevant. However, I then saw a line with instructions on accessing the comic. One had to type '%comic##' into the address bar, and the numbered comic would appear.
Typing '%comic01' in, I was presented with an image of two red-skinned hominoids having sex. Figuring that this couldn't be the comic, I continued to search.
Some other people then entered the area and began to move the folding tables and wooden poles which boxed them in to another side of the tent. I started helping them with the moving. Extinguishing some lamps on a table full of them which I was about to move, I decided that all people should be required to put out the lamps after they were done with them.
Along with some other people who had been moving the tables, I marched out to a circular area outside of the tent, to put forth my idea for the colony. Those who opposed the ideas, a number of which were wearing bikinis over or under their clothes, came filing into the area as well. We fought, and they won.
During the fight, my teeth were injured and began to ache. I couldn't believe that anyone would go against such a simple and good idea.
I was sitting in a room on the second story of a house, while a classmate was luring in some businessmen or lawyers who were currently in the hall outside. After they were inside the room, she left, and I soon followed.
When we were safely out, we trapped the businessmen inside and descended to the lower level. My classmate left, implying that I should kill the people trapped upstairs.
I had a tupperware container which let me look in on the room and see what they were doing, which I did so periodically while I paced the rooms. Finally, I stepped on a chest in my room so that I could reach the hole cut into the ceiling, leading to the second floor. However, I couldn't reach the hole and soon gave up, wandering in the house again.
Eventually, some other people came into the house, and we opened the tupperware container together. Looking in, we saw that there were just a few shrimp inside, and determined that they had decayed into a lower form of organism. I was then content that my job was done.
(had to get up earlier during the weekend, but my dream recall on low sleep levels does seem to be improving.)
I was clicking my G2 pen in order to write with it when I noticed that my Visor Deluxe, which I was holding in my other hand, was flipping between Memo Pad categories when I did so.
I decided that clicking the pen made it trigger the power button, and that I hadn't noticed it before because the power button was broken, resulting in this feature only working when the unit was turned on. As infrared is the only wireless setup on my Visor, it must have been using that, although I was somewhat mystified as it wasn't on a level with the infrared port.
I then went to the Todo List and began writing things down with my G2, happy with my discovery that it could function as a nifty wireless stylus.
I had gotten up after my alarms had been going off frequently, and driving to school with Mom in the car. Many cars were in the wrong lane, sometimes I couldn't see for the rear view mirror, and sometimes there were 3 lanes.
Eventually we got to our destination, got out, and the car turned into a lzy boy chair. The british guards who were there remotely activated it's motor and it drove slowly into a parking space. We walked around for a bit, when, for some reason, I realized I was dreaming.
I told my parents this, and then began looking around for something to do. Shortly later, I woke up.
I was on one pirate ship when we docked with another. We had just come back from a strange port about 7 miles northward, where there wasn't supposed to be a port. The other ship was run by our ship's captain's brother.
The crews mingled, and it was a much welcome break. The other captain, however, sneaked around, and soon a bang was heard and our captain fell to the ground. We were mystified until someone suggested that it might have been a gun. So, the captain's brother took over.
He was a harsh ruler, and immediately banned such things as using the clothing drier's fan. He thought that it was unnessecary.
In the center of the ship there were two rectangular pits, each surrounded by 3 people, one by men, one by women. They had to sit there all day long. I, some classmates, and some parents took up residence beside one of theses pits. Shortly afterwards, I went to sleep.