June 29, 2009

High School Chicken Class

Somehow things transitioned back to a high school near the house that I'd bought in the previous dream. I had already graduated high school, but for some reason had to take some classes from this one. I only had two to three classes a day, so it felt more like college. I was taking classes in English, Chicken, and some kind of Art, as well as some other subjects. Between classes I went back to my house, but I never seemed to remember making it there. I was annoyed by the process of having to keep track of high school assignments and their strange due dates again, although I had a planner that helped a little.

I went to one small class on some sort of architecture or art. When it was over I had a number of dishes that I had to take out, since we'd apparently also been eating some food. I though another student had my bowl, but then she rotated it and I saw it had a design that mine didn't. Thankfully, we'd lodged a fire alarm in the door so it wouldn't lock, and I went back inside to grab my bowl.

My next class was much larger, and the subject was either English or Chicken. I asked someone for some water to wash my hands with, but all they had was their pencil case. Eventually I think I ended up back in my house with some classmates, and we were getting ready to meet up with someone.

Driving into Trippiness

I was buying a small house in a low-class but convenient neighborhood, and I drove down to take a look at it. It was newly built, so the interior was completely unfinished. There were only two rooms, a bedroom and a room for everything else, but I started figuring out where I'd put furniture and was pleased with the building.

I walked outside and around the block, meeting a few of the neighbors' dogs. They seemed pretty friendly up close, though their barking had been intimidating. I started walking back to my car, but I got seriously tired and had to crawl to make my way across a road. Somehow I got to my car anyway, and managed to start driving. I spotted a group of kids, though, and asked them if they wanted a ride in exchange for helping me drive. They agreed, and one of them took the wheel while I manned the brake pedal.

Once the car got moving again I lost my tiredness, and took over the steering wheel. We were driving down a back road near my childhood home, which apparently wasn't far from the house I'd bought. I asked the people I'd picked up where they wanted to go, and they mentioned a city that was a good hour from where we were. I told them that I wasn't sure if I'd be going all that ways, since I was just going somewhere because my house wasn't finished.

After driving through some increasingly trippy terrain, we eventually arrived at what was more or less a dead end. There were one or two large hilly rises and falls in the road, and at the top of the last one the road simply ended. We stopped the car and looked around. To the right side of the road was some kind of high wall or mountain, and to the front and left side there was a long drop into nothingness. Far away to the front and left there were more walls, and behind us the road disappeared back into a woods.

Hovering over the nothingness, however, was a large bizarre sphere, which kept slightly changing it's shape. One of the people in my car could apparently paint shapes with their mind, and they put some on this sphere. The sphere seemed to react playfully, and the painted shapes moved around for a bit. There was also a long segmented cord that extended from the sphere towards us, but suddenly the sphere seemed to take a disliking to us and the cord disappeared. Someone threw me a inflated buoyant tube shaped sorta like a peace sign, and I jumped towards the sphere, barely making it there without falling into the nothingness.

Up close the sphere was much smaller than it had seemed from far away. The rest of the people from my car were at the sphere too now, but it started to deflate when we got nearby. We caught it as it deflated, and managed to set down in some sort of complex. The people that were responsible for the sphere had been some sort of warlike humanoid-chicken race, although we weren't sure if the chickens bodies were suits or actual bodies.

At any rate, we couldn't find anything living in the complex or the sphere, and we started getting lost in the trippiness ourselves. One of us turned into a large spoon, still perfectly capable of interacting but apparently lacking all organs except for those on his face. We tried to feed him but he had no stomach, and demanding the he be given his stomach back didn't help matters.

June 28, 2009

Severed Torsos and DVD Conveyors

I was in a strange land that was almost like a cross between GTA, Oblivion, and the real world. I had been escorted to jail for some reason, but I'd been quickly released and taken to the countryside. There was a rather large stone church or cathedral there with some barns behind it, laid out like my grandmother's farm house was. Someone who lived there took me on a tour, since I was apparently going to be staying there for some time. We went past the barns, which had some strange and wondrous things in them, and that was where the tour was supposed to end. But behind the last barn I spotted some bodies, so I shouted out in alarm.

There were several bodies, some cut in half at the waist. A couple of people had come out and were discussing the situation when one of the bodies that was cut in half started talking. The body, who may have belonged to a priestess, gave us a clue as to what had happened to the victims. Suddenly, just behind the barns, there was a sinister tower that had evidently been responsible for the murders.

We went to the tower, climbing to the top. Once we got to the small space there we talked for a bit. There were three or four other people there, and we introduced ourselves. I thought one of them was very cute, but she didn't seem to be interested in me. Later, we explored the countryside some more, eventually making our way to a conveyor belt with DVDs on it. We climbed up the conveyor belt, but didn't find anything on the other side.

June 27, 2009

Confronting Evil Leaders

I had discovered that some of the leaders who were controlling our country were evil. I told my friends, and set out to find and confront the leaders. I had some lightweight metal armor, including a thin metal mask that I held up to my face. I didn't hold it up the whole time, because I figured that if I actually got hit while wearing it that the mask was thin enough that it probably would just make the wound hurt more. The mask may have been more ceremonial than practical.

I eventually found one of the leaders, after chasing them for a bit. I cornered them in a strange room full of people in tiers who were either some sort of robot or who had been frozen in time until someone chose to free them. We had a sort of battle of wills, which ended with the leader activating the frozen people and asking them to vote who was right. They said that she was.

June 25, 2009

Transformers in the Grocery Store

I had just gotten settled into a dorm. My parents had accidentally thrown out a spoon, so they were taking me to the grocery store so I could get supplies. The grocery store looked like a K-Mart on the inside, and soon I spotted a display which included some video games I had been looking for. I stepped up on to the bottom shelf so I could reach the display, and looked at the boxes to see what version of Worms they had.

I eventually found a box that had several versions of Worms for a low price. When I flipped over the box, I realized that it also came with another game that I'd been looking for, so I was pretty excited about buying it. We picked up some groceries, and made our way to the checkout. By this time it was pretty late, and it was getting rather dark. When I looked at the game box I'd picked up, it had changed to a different package of two games. I gave it to the checkout employee anyway, but she had a problem scanning it, and said I couldn't buy it. I went back to look for the display, but it had disappeared; the shelves where it had been were gone.

I was pretty upset, but went back to the checkout and started picking up the goods. It looked like it was a little too much to take back to the car in one trip, so I started trying to load some stuff in my backpack.

At that time two cars that were transformers and/or characters from games started driving around, and we had to go calm them down. I told one of them to kill the other, and they shifted into Mechas and started fighting. One was much larger than the other, but they both had swords and were putting up a good fight, until one of them unexpectedly disappeared. We weren't sure if it'd been defeated or escaped. My Mom started getting liquids to poor on the remaining one, which somehow helped transition them.

June 24, 2009

Bear Handlers and Wine Powers

My family, most of whom were apparently from Arrested Development, was trapped in a room like a dorm room, with two bunk beds. The mother had apparently decided it would be a good idea to hire someone to kidnap the family, in order to spite the father. At some point my sister and I decided that this was ridiculous, and we attacked the assailant that was guarding us. I wrestled with him, successfully disarming him of his gun, and we took him out. However, he'd already sprayed me with some kind of liquid. I realized that he was a bear handler, and that the liquid was a scent that would lead his bear to me. I briefly saw an overhead view of the area, and saw that the bear was awakening in his camp.

Soon the bear was in our room, and after poking around a bit it started making it's way to the top bunk where I was. I was suddenly very, very sleepy, and really didn't want to have to run from a bear in this condition. A howto page flashed before my eyes, detailing how to escape from a bear that was trying to climb the bunk bed you were on, so long as you keep running ahead of it as the bunk rotates. Someone pointed out to me, though, that I could escape through the window, and so I soon found myself hanging to the ledge.

Getting to the ground proved easy enough, and then I was peeking inside the long and fancily adorned camper-like vehicle that our kidnappers were staying in. I opened the shutters and peeked in several times before I found the kidnappers themselves. Around this time I started to realize that I must be in a dream, and I looked down at my hands and rubbed them together to try to stabilize the dream. But I was only mildly lucid, if that, so when I tried to fire some sort of lightning out of my hands at our kidnappers it didn't work. Instead, my lucidity quickly fading, I threw the glass jars that somehow contained their souls to the ground. I couldn't get them to break, but the act seemed to remove the kidnappers from the picture for a bit.

Inside the camper, I found a glass of wine. Apparently one of our close family friends, who was about my age, could turn into a glass of wine at times. Before the kidnapping incident, our father had been saying that she wasn't a very delicious glass of wine, but as I drank the glass I found it to be very tasty.

As I left the camper by it's normal exit instead of the window, the rest of the family was waiting around. I saw the friend who could turn into a glass of wine, and suddenly she looked very cute, with long, slightly curly hair and rose-colored cheeks. Still sipping on the wine, I walked up to her and told her that the wine was delicious, and that the she was as "charming as it is sweet, and as beautiful as it is flavorful". I then tried to kiss her on the cheek, but she shied away, telling me that there would be plenty of time for that later, when I was sober.

Seven Eleven vs Wawa

I was at college, and was looking for some food. I decided to get some from the 7-11 that had just opened up instead of the Wawa which was the usual standby. I went there, and they had an interesting brew-your-own-soup station that used a coffee carafe. I selected a soup (skipping over the "brown" flavor) and put it in the elaborate paper-and-tin cups they had for the dish. I then picked up some other snacks for my meal, remarking to someone that they only seemed to have sweet things here, in contrast to the Wawa which also had savory things like cheese and pepperoni.

Getting in line, we had to wait for some time, and things got pretty trippy. Whenever I interacted with the checkout employee I apparently sounded quite drunk, and they didn't do much more than laugh at that, but eventually someone behind the counter took my money and I left. I was rather perturbed at the selection of food and the extremely long wait as compared to Wawa, and I looked around for someone who I could complain to and walk home with.

I found someone, and soon was feeling better about my dinner. We stumbled on some other people we knew, and talked to them a bit.

Biting my Music

I had a part in a prestigious classical music performance, one that was premiering a work that I'd had a hand in completing. I was playing piano, while my piano teacher was singing and playing flute. Some well known composer had written the theme and the other musical material, and I'd filled in the blanks to complete the piece.

We'd already had one performance, which had apparently gone great. But the next night, after a rough sleep, I was having trouble getting my music together. I tripped on something while I was carrying the music around and fell, bitting off a corner of the music in the process. This greatly annoyed me, since apparently I did that a lot accidentally. I went off to print a new copy of the score, primarily of the first page which had been bit particularly badly.

I couldn't find the score on my laptop though. I went online to download it from the composer's website, but he only had a new version, with different lyrics. I wasn't sure if the music was different or not, but I didn't want to risk it. I searched through my computer's temp files for the PDF that I'd printed off before, but didn't have any luck.

Eventually, with the room already full of audience members and the time a little past when we were supposed to start, I decided to just improvise something, perhaps on ukulele instead of piano. I saw my piano teacher come backstage where I was, having just given a T-shirt to the winner of a little pre-show contest, which had been won by my roommate.

The performance went alright despite the mishap with the music, although I felt very guilty that I couldn't find the score.

December 8, 2007

Evil PrisonTown

I was an older guy in a strange sort of prison-town. I was standing on a dock, which was somehow associated with my profession. I was annoyed that the town didn't have any proper walls; this was so that they could easily see you if you tried to run away, but it also meant that you weren't really safe anywhere. Someone could always be behind you, about to try to kill you.

Not finding anything to do at the dock, I decided to leave, maybe back homeward. I went through a stone building to another dock-thing which was actually a ferry. It was about to leave so I jumped on it, but managed instead to land in the water. Something was telling me to just wait for the next one, but I managed to shove my fingers in one of the cracks between the stones and slowly pull myself up on to the ferry. My lungs couldn't stand being underwater much longer though, and I gasped for air. I was able to breathe the water fine, and I realized that I was in a dream. I woke up soon after this though.

At another point, I was running through this town and I passed some gates. There were signs posted listing how much money you got for killing good guys or good ladies of various powers; apparently the people who ran the town were evil.

Bone-Hammocks in the Kitchen

I was in a kitchen which looked like my own but may have been at a college. I had just gone there with one of my friends, who had also brought her older sister. They looked very similar, with the older one just looking slightly older, taller, and a bit different: I noticed vividly that her nose looked a bit like a dragon snout, in a cool way.

The two girls sat down, and I tried to pull a chair out for myself to sit on but the placement was too awkward, since the kitchen was rather crowded with stuff. It seemed like there were other people milling around in the house. My friend, who was in college, explained that her older sister had actually just graduated from high school; apparently she had needed to repeat some classes, and may not have been all that smart. She was going to go to college now though.

I wanted to flirt with the younger sister, but was having a hard time doing it. The scene seemed to slowly change to a weird outdoors scene, and some strange foreign people walked through and talked to us. One of them spoke French; he was talking to us in English but occasionally he would slip into French. I didn't want to talk to him though, because he was taking my friend's attention away from me. I went over to a bin of snack food and poked through it. At times the francophone guy was sitting between me and the two sisters.

At one point when I left for a bit and got back, they had constructed these strange hammock-things made of bone. They weren't very comfortable, but would safely hold one above the ground. At this point I seemed to be wearing my retainer, because when we went on a strange journey to get some food I had to take it out. It seemed a little broken at one point, when I fell from my bone-hammock and it fell on the ground.

December 5, 2007

Kidnapped in Dreamland

I'd been with my family at the beach. I remember stacking my clothes very carefully on my bag, so that they wouldn't fall in the sand and get dirty. It seemed like we'd decided to take a break there on our way home after I'd left school.

After we got home, I was sent into the forest for some reason by my Dad. I started to go out into it, but then I noticed that it looked like the ground in front of me disappeared; all I could see in front of me was a blue sky, somewhat covered by gray smoke. I called out to my Dad so I could ask him here the land mines we had planted here were, so I wouldn't step on them. When he came out, I fell backwards into a pit. He was getting to get a rope to pull me out with but then some strange people from another dimension came out of the pit and kidnapped both of us.

There were many groups of strangely dressed people here, mostly driving around cars, some of which could hover. They were sort of gangs, except it seemed like it was impossible to die, so they weren't all that serious; this was a sort of dream-land, and the gangs acted more cartoon-ish.

I found a car and started driving towards the place where my Dad had been taken to; some sort of castle. Along the way I stopped at a convenience store stand at the side of the corridor. There I saw some people I knew from high school; one of them was quite surprised to see me, and asked what I was doing there. They too seemed to know that this was a dream-land. I sat down at a table with a bunch of friends and we talked.

We were watching a video of some sort of temple, which I suddenly realized looked almost exactly like Tottoro's home, except with strange monochromatic paintings on the walls, almost like tiger stripes, and instead of Tottoro bouncing around there was a strange statue-like painted man. This man invited us into his home, and so the four of us joined him there, taking one of the cars that were around.

Somehow, though, things went wrong and we all started fighting; our host was a bit prone to anger, and we seemed to also be senselessly fighting amongst ourselves. There was a lot of blood, but since no one could die here nothing really bad happened. Since this was a dream-land, I started the encounter over several times, but each time it still somehow turned violent.

This dream really seemed to precipitate a big change in my outlook, somehow.

December 2, 2007

Transformers and Mutants

I was part of a group of people who had recently discovered to be mutants. Most of us just had general mutant abilities, and were able to do things like fly and control machinery. Some people had more powerful specific powers though, like being able to heal people.

The Autobot Transformers had apparently come to our planet and discovered that we had these mutant abilities; before this we thought we were just normal people. We were fighting against some evil forces, which included Megatron, who was too powerful for any of us to fight alone; I didn't want to do anything to gain his attention unless I was near Optimus Prime.

I was informed about my mutant powers, but wasn't terribly good at using them. They would work in spurts. I realized this was because I wasn't getting enough attention; the other mutants and the Autobots were off fighting or organizing our forces and I was just wandering around amongst them. I launched myself into the air, taking control over the radios in everyones' vehicles with my mutant powers and then broadcast my voice through them. I told them that I was tired of being ignored. After this they assigned me to a squad, so I could help them out.

We had managed to secure our planet for the moment against direct onslaught. But then someone was murdered in a hotel, a crime that was apparently committed by a member of the evil forces we were fighting against. Unsettled by this, I flew around the hotel looking for the murderer, but couldn't find any signs of him. The leader of my squad told me that my exuberance was admirable but that you couldn't solve crimes with those sort of tactics; you had to look for clues. We then went to some sort of greenhouse, looking for clues in the soil there.

June 26, 2007

Assassin Branch

I was waving around a machete, looking for a situation in which to use it heroically. I spotted one of my Physics classmates, beset upon by a small creature with a dagger who was about to slit his throat. I yelled out, asking what the creature thought it was doing, but it paid me no mind. Determined to act heroically, even though I was a little doubtful of my skills with my weapon, I stepped up to it and brandished my machete.

The small creature attacked me, but I managed to pin him face-down on the ground. It turned out that he was a thick anthropomorphic branch, almost a small log. He had rather cartoon-like features. I sawed the top and bottom portions of his body off with my machete, then let him go. He ran a few feet away from me and then turned around, but I was confident he wouldn't try to attack again. I told him that if he threatened my classmate again I'd cut him in thirds once more.

June 18, 2007

Time Coins

I was on a school's field, running around. A bunch of other groups were running around as well, some fairly young; we may have been on some sort of school trip.

I decided I needed a snack, and went up to the snack stand. Apparently some sort of catastrophe was about to happen though, so no one was manning the stand. I was from another world, and would be gone before the catastrophe occurred, so I wasn't concerned. But I didn't want to take or buy any food unless there was someone at the booth.

Eventually an old haggard lady came up behind the counter, and I started to pay for some food. However, she demanded "time coins," which I had never heard of. Apparently you could turn them in to go back in time; each coin was worth so many years. At this point I suspected that she wasn't really supposed to be running the booth, but was just trying to scam me.

Noticing someone moving past me, I looked around me. The person I'd noticed looked a little like someone I knew, just a good ten years older. His older self had lots of small braids in his hair, with all of the braids bound together at the back of his head in a sort of pony tail. I called him by name and he looked around, asking who I was. I told him my name, but he didn't seem to recognize it particularly. He was in a hurry, apparently having come back in time to do something specific. I also saw glimpses of other people who I though had come back in time.

June 14, 2007

A Day of Life

I was back at my high school and had just finished a particularly crazy exam, during which the teacher had constantly changed the problems we had to do and sent us to other rooms to do them. I had gone to another room to do one of the problems the teacher had changed and when I got back I found out she had changed it again, and all my work had been for nothing. This made me very angry, but I was soon finished with the test.

After the test, we were milling around the room where some people may have still been working. But the teacher, an older woman with grey hair who had been a substitute at my high school, suddenly turned the music up so loud that you couldn't hear yourself talk, and could barely hear yourself yell. This made it impossible to complain to her about the exam, and I went into a frenzy, yelling and barreling out of the room. One of my high school friends picked me up, commenting that I was a wild cat. I started hissing and raking the air with my hands to demonstrate this fact as he carried me towards the exit of the building.

I saw my girlfriend with a group of other people, but she didn't see me. I was very happy to see her after the long exam, as I hadn't seen her in some time. Before I could reach the group one of the other people mentioned how they had to leave right away, and they all started down the stairwell. The stairs were very long and turned in a tight circle.

I raced after them and shouted my girlfriend's name. She looked around and then started running towards me, but since I was still running forwards she zoomed past me. I slowed down, and as she came back down again we met. I took both of her hands, and we started descending the staircase together. Soon the stairs narrowed, pushing our arms together. We exited onto a sort of playground. With a caress, I took one of her hands.

Soon we were in some sort of MMORPG. She was used to this game, and I had not played it before, so she ran ahead as I tried to figure out the controls. I could still see her name above her head, despite that she was far in the distance. I ran close to many high level players along the side of the road who were wearing impressive armor and fighting monsters. My girlfriend warned me to not stray too near to them because I might anger them and then they might attack. Eventually I made it to a clearing where she was waiting.

June 10, 2007

Yellow Pickup Trick

I was back home, driving a pickup trick that I'd borrowed from a friend. It wasn't the truck that they usually drove, although it looked rather similar. It was yellow, and smaller than most pickup trucks, plus it ran on hydrogen fuel cells.

I drove to my old high school and talked to my former drama teacher, who was adamant about me talking to the student directors and such, presumably so I could help out with their production while I was home for the summer.

When I went to leave the school, it seemed to look more like an old military base; I thought it seemed rather Russian in design. I took a wrong turn and had to cross underneath a very rickety water tower that was also forming a bridge across two muddy sides of a crevasse. When I crossed it, my truck turned into a bicycle which I maneuvered around the structure. While I was under the water tower water rained down heavily.

I then continued driving on the road that I thought lead away from the base. It was a very bad road, having four unmarked lanes for traffic going both ways; there was no median. I didn't see any other cars on it however. Thick grass had also sprouted up between the lanes. I continued to drive, but at one point the car's hydrogen-fuel-cell engine couldn't take the steep include of the curve, and so I was forced to turn around.

When I got back to the crevasse, the water tower broke, and I was only able to gain a tedious handhold on the other side. I struggled up, throwing the clothes that I was holding onto the ground above me and scrambling up after them. There was an officer there wondering what I was doing. When I told him I'd thought this was the way out of the base, he informed me that the correct way out was indeed in the opposite direction. I then put on my pajamas which I had thrown up onto the ground; my other clothes had somehow disappeared.

November 8, 2006

Paper Boatcraft

I was in a class dedicated to the art of making little intricate paper boats and planes and such. We were only about a month into the class, but had already gotten quite far. The class took place in a little inlet, and I had a little station where I'd swim back to to work on my creations. When I was ready to test them I'd swim back out and let them do their best.

I had a calender that showed me all of the tests and projects that were coming up in the class. We'd apparently just come back from a break, and the professor deleted all my old projects from the calender to make things easier. I realized that this just hid the actual projects though; I could still retrieve my models. Apparently I was supposed to collaborate with someone else in the class, whose assignments were also on this calender; they were a week ahead of me.

I was playing with a long sailing ship I'd made which had many sails along it's whole length. There were something like 5 main sails and then quite a few smaller supporting sails. It was quite speedy; when I turned it up to it's highest safe speed setting, 7, it's prow raised a little out of the water and it left quite the wake. I feared that if I turned the speed up any more it'd tip.

We held a little impromptu race involving my ship and someone else's earlier model. The other model was smaller, without as many sails, but it was also pretty fast. During the race, however, it kept tipping over, and so my boat won.

We could also make models which could fly; At one point I made a tiny little bird which would flutter around me, land on me for a bit and then fly off again. Since it was so small, I was surprised that it had lasted so long; it could shift in the breeze, but didn't really have any wings to speak of. Eventually it disappeared; I figured it fell into the water.

November 7, 2006

An Apartment in Berlin

I was at an informal banquet with some other people from my dorm, flirting with a girl dressed in a black leather shirt and skirt. Once the banquet ended, I started to head home but had some difficult. Apparently I had an apartment in Berlin, Maryland where I was staying. I kept having trouble getting back to Berlin though; I wasn't sure how to get there from the banquet. I tried searching for a map online but couldn't find one, and kept getting random places.

As I made my way back I found a party where a bunch of people from my dorm were. It was huge, taking place in some sort of little abandoned town. Some football players were there in full gear, kicking a giant football back and forth. I ran across the field of play a few times instead of going around it, and the football players warned me each time; the ball was apparently very dangerous, being about the size of a human. At the start of each round it was shot out of a shed at rather high speeds.

I finally got back to Berlin and found my apartment hidden down a corridor in what was apparently the town's main building. At this point I was pushing around my tank of sea monkeys, which had become several times larger than usual. There were also now some feeder fish randomly growing in it, apparently having recently hatched from eggs which had sneaked in with the sea monkeys'. They looked like little tiny transparent eels, but were much larger than the brine shrimp. I panicked about this initially, as I realized that the feeder fish, which people put in fish tanks to clean them, would eat all the algae that the sea monkeys usually ate.

November 2, 2006

A Visit to Taiwan

I was in Taiwan with my parents, being given a tour by a family friend. The friend was dressed rather oddly, wearing a strange set of goggles in addition to her dress. These goggles obscured her age, making her appear quite young although I knew she was at least as old as my parents. She had her hair arranged in a single braid.

At one point we were taking a boat tour; Taiwan was largely covered by water, and many people actually lived in the water. This was apparently one of the reasons that the family friend wore goggles. There wasn't enough room in the boat for all of us and so I had been given a floatation device and was hanging onto the back. The boat was moving pretty slowly, if at all, and sometimes I'd swim around beside it. The water was very clear and there were quite a few other people in the water, although they were pretty far away from our boat. They looked well-outfitted to stay in the water.

We stopped to eat a rather exotic meal, served in various wire-frame containers. It start off with some delicious but relatively familiar Asian food. After that, however, we were served a strange dish of green shrimp and an odd plant or animal which looked like a long, narrow slab of meat covered with sheets of seaweed. The shrimp weren't too bad, but I couldn't stand the other piece of food. My parents told me to politely put it back in my dish.

Next we went to visit a casino. I was pretty confused by this at first, as they used cookies as bargaining chips and such. We went up to a counter and had to point to the numbers that we wanted to bet on.

Here I learned that the government of Taiwan wanted to make the nation the world's largest producer of some sort of natural crop, and that various groups were suffering as a result of this effort.

November 1, 2006

The Vase Quest

I was in a distant town with my sister, about to embark on a dangerous quest. One of my friends who had been on a similar quest had already given up and gone back home. I had just found a vase and completed a riddle which had revealed the next part of my quest.

I told my sister I'd be back just as soon as I finished this part, but as I turned my back I started to cry because I knew I might not be back.

I made my way to a island fortification in a small bay and started crossing one of the rope-and-plank bridge which crossed the water between the island and the mainland. When I got to the center of this part of the fortification, I saw someone. I wasn't sure, however, if they were a goblin or a human, so I didn't know if I should attack them or not.

Shortly after I realized it was a goblin, the creature grabbed me by the arm and escorted me back to the mainland. It was at this point that I remembered that goblins were neutral creatures; they could be evil or good, depending on the situation.

As I was escorted off I also realized that they were currently filming a movie here, and that it was actually my quest to be in a movie. I talked to someone nearby and they told me that, in addition to the movie currently being filmed, there were films that were going to be shot tonight and tomorrow. Tonight there was going to be another fantasy film, and tomorrow a film whose main character was inspired by Pooh Bear was going to be filmed.

I got on my bicycle and started riding to the on deck on the other side of the bay from which the movie crews selected cast members. The way was rather rough, going through quite a bit of farmland. Some of the crops had been crudely cut down to make a bit of a path. At one point I had to pull my bike under a plastic fence that someone was putting up. Soon after this I realized that the bike I had been riding was not actually mine, as the handlebars were different and it had hand-brakes, which mine didn't.

A little later I realized I was getting far too close to the shore and grabbed a signpost to keep from falling in. Unsure if I could lift myself back up without falling into the water, I waited there and tried to get other people to help me.

Someone stopped by and taught me a bit about the place where I was, telling me, among other things, that the secret to getting back up was to use my legs, not just my arms, and that if an animal came by they were there to help me, not hurt me. The last fact struck me as odd; I wondered how my teacher knew that all animals would want to help me.

July 29, 2005

Fighting Vader After the Bomb

I was in a building fighting a post-apocalyptic Darth Vader in a world like that of Fallout 2. I had some special anti-Vader grenades which which did a fair amount of damage and was lobbing them at him. However he had 2 guards who possessed great mental powers and who posed quite a threat. I kept failing to kill him and started over many times before I realized that I would probably be better off just running away. Although the room was on the 2nd story of a rather ruined building, I sneaked out the windows and got to the street.

On the street I searched for a particular person who I knew and who could help me. I soon found her in a car parked on the side of the street. Slipping into the back seat of the car I explained the situation to her and she agreed to come with me. The person in the driver's seat started to panic and I tried to calm him.

We set out. On our way we entered an apartment which stood high above the city, encased in it's bamboo walls. We were evidently taking a shortcut. However, shortly after we entered the apartment's foyer we were beset upon by hordes of female ninjas, some in uniform and some in casual clothes. I was easily dispatching them when the mistress of the house came out, reprimanding me for allowing such an unfair fight – only two of the ninjas could face me at a time. I suggested that we instead try a matchup of fifty ninjas against me on the porch outside the apartment, and she agreed.

Two of the ninjas hid behind a lattice of bamboo with a pole which had a sharp spike on the end, attempting to attack my feet with it. After I'd dispatched a few ninjas who had come out onto the porch the mistress herself came out and we engaged in a rather fierce battle during which the attackers behind the latticework ceased their assault. Before long I'd forced my opponent over the railing of the porch, knowing that she would be able to catch onto a ledge shortly below and therefore wouldn't fall to her death. As the attackers with the spiked pole attacked anew I found footholds in the bamboo rather than on the floor. They then attempted to attack the bottoms of my feet, but their blows from this angle weren't as strong.

Eventually we made it to a rocky desert locale. Here we were planing to attract our enemy's attention. We stood near a large rock for a bit before until suddenly a large mass of people, a fair number carrying guns or other arms, quickly filled up the area. Knowing that my friend could take care of herself I made my way to the edge of the area, pulling a shiny and slightly futuristic looking gun from my pants in the process. Everyone was getting ready to fight, as if preparing before an invisible referee blew the whistle.

Someone pointed their gun at me but I grabbed her hand, forcing it away and pointing my own gun at her. I then told her that this was nothing personal but just a matter of survival. As the fighting suddenly began I began firing and dived into a small room behind me. Other attackers, dashing past, tried to shoot me but I kept moving about, evading their bullets as I returned fire.

As the shooting began to die down one of the enemies fell into the alcove were I was taking refuge. He made it clear by signaling with his hands that he was not my enemy any more. We waited in the alcove until at last the fighting stopped, only to be thrown into shock when two of the enemy's mental masters entered. Their eyes were large shiny globes and glowed red, indicating that they had taken a particular drug which instilled an euphoric state. Strangely, however, the mental masters indicated that they didn't wish to oppose us. We talked for a bit until suddenly their eyes' red glow flickered once, indicating that the drug was beginning to wear out and that they would soon enter the second stage, in which those under the drug's influence became extremely aggressive.

The other person who had taken refuge in the alcove and I, unable to escape through the door, tried to climb up the clutter of stuff against the walls as we awaited the others' actions with fright. Much to our relief, however, their eyes quickly ceased to glow and the mental masters explained that they had discovered how to suppress the drug's undesirable and dangerous second stage.

The four of us continued on, coming to a rather modern area of the city and visiting a few shops.

December 4, 2004

Store of Knits

I was running a store where we were selling "knitted" animals. It was the first day, and the counter consisted, more or less, of a few foldable tables. The room was oddly shaped, and the walls were covered with large store windows, except for the wall behind the counter, which was solid, and two other walls which were in a corner of the room, forming a box with the outside wall, right beside a trap door in the ceiling which lead to the next floor.

I was very proud that we had our own store. I had a few of the items that we were selling in a box underneath the counter. Rather than being knitted, however, they were just odd knotted pieces of yarn which looked vaguely like animals. Nevertheless, we received a few customers and sold some merchandise. I then had to leave, and went on a sort of grocery adventure with a few other people in an attempt to procure some foodstuffs.

When I returned, the other people who were a part of the operation had rearranged the counter and other furniture. I was delighted at the change, as now the counter was against the solid walls which formed the box in a corner of the room, and we had a small set of stairs behind them leading to the next floor. In addition, some comfy looking chairs and a small table had been arranged to make a little lobby where people could sit and knit. I also discovered in the sample-box a delightful snail which I had evidentially made, not made from knotted yarn but fully knitted and stuffed, as well as decorated with glitter and the like.

At this point another customer came in, requesting a few animals. I became a bit nervous for not being prepared, as we didn't have the animals in the colors that she wanted. I cast on the stitches to knit the first one, however, while she waited. I then buzzed around behind the counter, neglecting to knit it. I apologized to the woman, who explained that she needed the animals quickly, as they were evidentially for some children at a birthday party that afternoon.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:45 PM

October 28, 2004

Global Warfare (WMD Not Included)

I was wandering the aisles of a department store where they sold a Global Warfare game set. The game, however, did not include the Weapons of Mass Destruction, and they had set up a counter where they explained why not.

The counter had a large tank of gasoline and a number of other chemicals. They demonstrated how Sodium, when dropped in water, exploded, by dropping a little tablet of the substance which they had into some.

I took one of the tablets and put it in a little futuristic device I had in the shape of a circle from which a projector popped out and a small handle, which then produced a map of some college campus. It wouldn't display any other maps though, so I took it to the customer service counter. When I got there, however, it was a CVS/Pharmacy.

Climbing over the counter at the front of the pharmacy, I tentatively approached one of the people who was working at a computer next to my Dad. She assured me that I was in the right spot despite it being a CVS location, and I explained my device's problem to her. Activating it, it displayed a 3d fantasy world instead of the map, projecting the world over one's entire vision and displaying a fly-over of the terrain.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:37 PM

October 11, 2004

Canadian Cop from America

I and my Mom were going to arrest a criminal in Montreal, Canada, as I had a Canadian Police badge and warrant and whatnot. When we got to the location where we knew him to be located, I knocked on the door of one of the houses, to no response.

Walking around the building, we saw that the side window was broken, and that there were people inside. They asked us what we were doing there, and after a bit of uneasiness I told them I was looking for someone. One of them, an older lady, jumped up, asking if I was looking for my grandmother. I said I was, and she rushed out happily, bringing the other people who were inside with her. They all began to converse with my Mom, and a slightly hunched figure in dark dirtied clothing who was away from the crowd beaconed to me.

He lead me to another building, which looked like some sort of large barroom. Never speaking, he made some gestures before leaving. I then left to return to the group.

Talking with the other people, I concluded that the shadowy figure had been the criminal I was after. One of the people was dedicated to the criminal, and warned me that he would have to help him if it came down to that, although he was friendly enough otherwise. He was carrying what looked like a largish older assault rifle.

While we were walking through a hallway with rooms opening on the right side in another building, the criminal walked up behind us. As we continued walking, he pulled out a small silver revolver and began shooting people. As a few fell, the rest of us hid behind a wall which protruded into the hallway.

The ally of the criminal dashed after someone into one of the rooms off of the hallway, and I knew that I had to act now or never. Dashing out from cover and jumping at the criminal, I pushed his gun away from me as he shot it repeatedly, at some points with it aimed extremely close to my head such that I was surprised he didn't hit me. He paused to reload, and shortly after that I pulled the gun away from him.

He got up and started to run away as I shot at him, quite unsuccessfully. Pursuing him, I soon caught him and brought him back. The others had disarmed his ally. Leading them to the end of the hallway, I took out my warrant and began to tell them their rights and that they were under arrest.

While I was doing this, however, some officials from the Canadian police suddenly appeared, evidentially tracking my use of the warrant, and told me that my practices were most unorthodox and illegal, and that they were forced to take my badge away from me.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 9:13 PM

August 9, 2004

The Many Forms of Brine Shrimp

I had a very large fish tank in the kitchen, and filled it up with water, some "brine shrimp" eggs, and some food. Before the end of the night, however, upon inspecting the tank I discovered that there was more than brine shrimp in it- there were a number of fish, already the size of dimes, some crabs, and even some thrashing birds!

I opened the lid and took out a crab, inspecting it for a while and running it under the sink's water. Although I was uncertain if they would have enough food for the night, I then replaced the lid, which wouldn't close as previously it had been air tight, but now there was air in it. I pondered pumping water from the tank to the sink, but the air pump wouldn't work for that and I had nothing else that might work.

The next time I tried to close it, though, it worked, and then I went to bed.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:05 PM

Culling the Weak

I and some of my friends and classmates were on two boats, which were speeding through the water. The first boat was a plain barge, but the second had three buildings which housed some game development companies.

After a time of traveling on these craft, something happened and we were all transfered to a single barge, different from the previous ones in that the floor was inset into the barge and it was more passenger-oriented, with storage compartments and seats.

We were then informed by the leaders that soon we would all battle, and that those who were blind or otherwise incapacitated already would be given a chance to be killed before hand.

This, they said, was being done so that the weak would be culled out and we might have a small enough population that we might travel back home. We were then sent racing around the barge, collecting weapons and such.

Someone else tried to attack me with his knife, but I yelled that the battle hadn't started yet, and the leader confirmed that it would start tomorrow.

The leaders then called everyone up, requiring that they turn in a number of their items for an unknown reason. Just as this happened and I began to panic, as I only had a few vital items with me, my gun, knife, clothes, and camera, I was transported to where someone I knew was.

This was not an unusual happening, but I knew that before too long I would be transported back and required to turn in some items. As such, I decided that I needed to get some wontons that I could turn in. The person that I was with was evidentially chinese, and she ran off to start making some.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:03 PM

August 6, 2004

Boatride From Camp

I was on a boat, riding home from a camp. We spotted another boat that looked rather strange, and so began to follow it, trying to figure out what was so strange about it.

Shortly after that, a number of people of Indian descent boarded the boat and we went to an interior area to wait for dinner. The room was somewhat crowded, but quite comfortable, as we were using each other as footstools and chairs. A ritual, evidentially Indian, was begun, whereby one would spoon out two spoonfuls of a sand-like substance with crushed red plastic pieces in it.

Soon after the ritual started, I went to sleep, dreaming of the place where the Indians had evidentially gone to school. I woke up as the bowl was passed to me, and nervously spooned two spoonfuls of the substance to the side of the bowl. Passing the bowl, I saw that two people to my left had also gone to sleep, and so I passed it to the next person, somewhat annoyed that someone must have woken me up.

After some more time socializing and whatnot, some adults decided that it was getting too rowdy, and turned off the TV, evidentially moving a number of the people who had been there to another room.

While I was searching through my pack at this time, an adult sized figure in the hallway asked me if I could use this key as he had to lock the prison cells, and tossed me a piece of blue plastic. I asked him if it just locked my satchel and he said yes. Although I hadn't realized it, someone else in the room with me thought that it must be my former roommate, who had given me some things to keep for a time.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:06 PM

July 22, 2004

Public School in the Summer

I had signed up to go to public school, which for some reason started in the summer, and set my alarm the night before. I quickly got up when it went off, although it was far too early to get up, got ready, and drove to the school. I never saw my parents during this time, and assumed them to still be sleeping.

Once at the school, I snapped out of the sleepy trance I had been in while preparing to come, and realized that I had driven to school with only a driving permit, as I was set to get my license the next day. Relieved that I hadn't been caught, I entered the school.

There, I encountered some random people I'd met before, and saw a number of people from my old school, as well as from CTY. I followed a few people I knew into homeroom, assuming that since I knew them I'd be in that homeroom too, and it turned out I was. For some reason this homeroom appeared to be nearly male-only.

I signed in, and then picked up the flier that was on the desk and left, putting it into my backpack along with the clipboard it had been attached to. Following some other people, I soon realized that I had no idea where I was going, and what classes I was going to. I poked into several, seeing more people from CTY and my old school, and learned that one's classes were arranged in alphabetical order. I didn't remember what classes I had signed up for either, however.

I walked about nervously, running through the gym and then following a tour group. The tour guide indicated that this section of the school had been hit the hardest by the 'holocaust disease' while Hitler was in power, and I nervously tried to leave, not wanting to be near such an area, although the infection was surely long gone.

I then saw a teacher from my old school, who recommended that if I was taking computer I should probably go to that, as it is high up in the alphabet. I then set off in search of the computer class.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 6:52 PM

June 16, 2004

Running Across the Peninsula

I was wandering through the edge of a farmer's field, full of tall dry corn stalks, attempting to get to the other side. A little to my left and through some corn stalks was a forest. At times I would run into my classmates.

In going through the field we were making large pathways, and when I finally got to the other side of the field I was able to see quite a number of them and various classmates making their way through them. I ran back through some other people's pathways for a while, then returned to the edge of the field.

From the edge I could see the water on the other side of the peninsula we were on, and it looked to be not far away. I considered it to be quite the view, almost being able to see both sides of the peninsula, and said such to some classmates. Some dared me to run to the water but I decided not to, as the land between us and the water was owned by other people who might arrest me for trespassing.

We then left and returned to our base camp.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:32 PM

June 12, 2004

Java controlled tape player

I was entering a competition, involving various biological tasks and ending in a contest to build a device controlled by Java.

I had completed the first two tasks, those involving living things, and was going to start on the third but read a sign that said only Java experts should attempt it. Disheartened, I was not certain if I wanted to continue, but then one of the people running the contest told me that I'd be fine, and lead me to the area of the competition.

I backed the vehicle I was driving into an unoccupied parking spot and got out, taking various things out of the back and setting then on the workspace behind the parking spot. I decided that I was going to create a device that allowed Java to control my portable tape player, and began pondering how to do this.

I decided to begin with the physical parts, and pondered how to build a machine capable of pressing the various buttons. Some buttons were placed side-by-side, which prevented me from using bars placed across it to press them, my only idea at the time. I contemplated using mechanics suspended above the buttons, but didn't think that they would work very well.

(Just updated the backlog; sorry for the delay. The new dreams start at April 11.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:04 PM

June 4, 2004

Attack of the Ancient Monuments

I was playing with some odd coin-operated toys that were set up in a bunch together. There were a number with two exits and large banners beneath plastic beside the entrances proclaiming what they simulated.

Later, I and two others there got on a motorcycle coin-op. The dream shifted to a view where people were snared by other people with long thin tongue-like appendages. It was then revealed that the snarers were really not people but pieces of ancient monuments and the like. Our view switched to that of a single woman who had entered a shop, been snared, and then been allowed to escape, although with a limp.

Not remembering where her apartment was but fairly certain she had one, she tried to find it with the only two items in her pockets; a battery labeled with a hotel's name, and an unused card labeled with another business's name. Ruling out the card, she examined the hotel, but other than for a few very expensive apartments could not find any that might be hers.

Seeking help, someone bought her some pieces of chicken to eat and set out to find her a place to sleep. Finding a free bed in a common room, she suddenly remembered that she was a witch, triggered by the candle and chanting of another occupant, and remembered that she could cast a spell to find her apartment.

At this time, however, an indian tribe came roaring through, taking many hostages to bolster it's ranks. Arriving at a large bleachered area just on the other side of the common room, they stopped, and allowed a few people to choose a few other people for unknown reasons before settling down to chatting.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:39 PM

School Across the Ocean

I was going to school at a different school than I'd gone to the rest of my life, for some reason somewhat out of my control, but I was trying to make the best of it. The school was also quite a distance from our home, across a body of water, but for some reason other former classmates had transfered to it as well.

My Mom called to tell me that she couldn't pick me up, so I made attempts at finding a ride. Some students were playing a game in front of the gym before class, and when the bell rang I followed them in. I discovered that we were going to P.E., which evidentially took the place of Science for all but 2 days of the week.

Inside the gym there were giant bins of tiny scrunched up paper balls like the ones students had been playing with outside, as well as odd desks which had construction paper attached to them.

Later, someone which I had known a while back but hadn't seen recently invited me over that weekend to talk about lucid dreams. Remembering that he had an interest in them as well, I eagerly accepted.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:30 PM

June 3, 2004

Spaceworthy Mustang

Playing a Planetarion-type game, someone asked me if I was aware of any freighters that they could hijack to transport some goods elsewhere. I said that I might be, and thinking further, realized that I knew of just the one.

It was loaded up with 120 tons of cargo, some of which I had helped to get there. I was somewhat weary of it due to this, and when asked why, explained it was not because of the cargo making it more difficult to capture but due to something else.

Logging in to Planetarion, I hopped in my space fighter, which appeared like a slightly blocky sports car and which was evidentially made by Mustang. Speeding down to the space dock, I was happily surprised when the freighter appeared right in front of my nose, exiting the water which was used as a landing pad for some spaceships. I quickly radioed back to the other person that I'd found it, and, glancing around, that it was exiting space dock D.

Spinning around, I zoomed back home, the person I'd talked to doing the same. Somewhere along the way, however, I got out of my vehicle, we angered another group of people, and our vehicles got rather messed up. Catching back up to my Mustang, I held on to the bumper, flipping open the gas tank's lid to indicate that we were about to turn, although I did not have access to many controls, except for the gas pedal, which I had previously used.

Worrying when I was unable to brake the car from on the bumper, I was thankful when it's occupant executed the turn into my driveway. The other person's car was parked in the lawn. The Mustang was a little dented up, but still in good condition.

His vehicle, on the other hand, had been torn to pieces, and it's metallic blanket on the bottom was broken, exposing parts which one of the mexican monkey-like people was quickly removing, claiming he had the right to since the blanket was broken. As he left, I stole his tools, some of which I saw would be rather useful. He quickly returned, but then left again, leaving some more tools.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:51 PM

May 22, 2004

Flying Foreigner

I was helping out the south guard station of foreign city's entrance, having won their trust after some strife there. The north guard station and the city were separated from the south station by a moat, which was crossed by a sturdy bridge made of pilled-up dirt.

As noone else could manage to swim across the moat to the north guard entrance to inform them of our recent troubles, I tried to do so, encountering great trouble as well from the waves. When swimming, I was able to breathe the water, although doing so for too long would result in me not being able to get oxygen. Swimming in this manner was very fun, and I could easily dive beneath the surface as well.

I could also fly, however, by flapping my arms, and from about the halfway point of the bridge I could reach the northern guard station with some luck. I did so, and tried to inform them of our recent strife, but realized that I had forgot the particular messages I had been told to relay. The northern guards did not trust me at first, until I informed them that I had previously been in their city, at which point they recognized me.

Going back to the southern guard station and asking, I attempted to get a guard from the north station who was there to take the message, but he did not pay me any mind as he ran back to his station.

Chasing him along the bridge, I soon came to the gate to the city, but remembered that the up elevator it possessed would only work for people from the city; others could only go down to the bridge. I then dived in the water, that I might reach the guard post.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:49 PM

May 15, 2004

Malarkey's Captive

I was being held captive in a cell which had a door extending from the floor. I had not been disarmed, however, and wished to escape. As the door began to slowly open, I took aim with my long energy weapon and quickly shot those waiting outside the door, resulting in them fizzling away in a burst of visual static.

After I had shot most of them, some of the remaining entities outside the door, all droids, tried to attack me, but before long I had dealt with them too. Shortly after this incident, someone approached the door to the room my cell opened into, and through a crack in the door which was produced as he tried to push his way inside and I tried to close and lock the door I saw that it was the leader of the group holding me hostage, who went by the name 'Malarkey' or somesuch.

Slamming the door shut and turning the lock to what I thought to be the locked position, thinking that it would give me more time to prepare even if he broke through the door, I relaxed a bit, before the door behind me burst open, making me realize that I must have turned the lock in the wrong direction. Seeing a sword hilt inside the leader's jacket, I rushed towards him, pulling the sword out of his jacket and attempting to slash and stab him with it. He laughed, however, and told me that the material the sword - named after him - was made of could not harm him.

He then told me that they did not wish to harm me and that, If I wanted, he would get me some food. I agreed to the food, and began to relax.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:48 PM

Rusty Powers

Someone had talked to me about commissioning my services to open a portal for the transportation of themselves and a number of other people, however had then said that they'd do it themselves, much to my disappointment.

Forgetting this, I arrived on the spot and began trying to open the portal, closing my eyes. A bit rusty in this skill, I was unable to open it on the first try, and upon opening my eyes I saw the person I had talked to earlier opening one. Disappointed, I ran back to my home, taking shortcuts through some rather seedy districts and catching the attention of some news reporters who thought I must have stolen something.

Slipping through a crack and losing the reporters, I arrived home and grabbed onto the steel bar which was the entrance to it. I tried to levitate myself up it's length but was unable to, and climbed up it instead.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:48 PM

April 13, 2004

Attack of the Alien Plants

My family and I were standing on top of a large 3-cockpit bomber which was falling from the sky. I figured that it was an friendly plane, but Dad pointed out that it had been shot at. I tried to look at the crew inside but saw noone.

One of the cockpits, having been shot all the way around, fell off, descending rapidly. We knew we would be safe, however, because two thirds of the plane were still there to cushion our fall.

As soon as the cockpit that had broken off landed many thin, alien plants began to grow very rapidly. They could launch damaging spores at you, as well as attack with their limbs. I knew I had seen them before, and remembered reading about them in a book by Asimov. I had a plasma pistol and spent some time running around, avoiding and fighting the plants.

(I didn't really read any such book.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:03 PM

April 11, 2004

Conductors of Flight

I was sneaking around on the top of a construction housing a very exclusive community on it's top. There were desks lining the edges as well as various other features.

The building was constructed such that if you held two pieces of the proper metal in each hand, you would be charged with an energy allowing you to fly. I knew this as I had been here and flown before. This time I needed to fly so that I could escape as it was illegal to be on or around the platform without permission.

I grabbed two paperclips from someone standing near a desk, thinking them to be the proper metal, and jumped over the edge, hoping to fly before I hit the ground. I did not fly, but somehow I landed safely.

I then started unscrewing screws and testing them out, soon possessing a pocketful without any proper conductors.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:53 PM

April 10, 2004

Cards, Giants, and Cameras

I was visiting a friend's house to play a game of cards; evidentially a very long one, as I had brought much baggage. We were to do this in a special card-playing room, separate from the rest of the house.

After a bit of getting settled and putting all my stuff in one room which ended in a black pit, I heard him saying something about the winner getting to select something from the other person's things. Having not known this before, I dashed off to exchange some of my things with things from the main house and get some snack foods.

I spent some time there, and was alerted that if I wasn't there soon my friend was going to abandon the game. Dashing off a bit after that warning, I discovered that the cobblestone bridge which had lead to the house was gone. Somehow it had been broken, the floor was out for most of it's length, and the far end had disappeared altogether.

I asked a passerby if my friend was still over there and they said no. I went downhill a bit to the little train which ran parallel to the bridge. Getting on, I sat next to a pair of giants. They said that they were grateful, and that most people made a point of not sitting near them. There was another giant in the seat in front of us.

In addition to size, they appeared to have unusual skin and air color, and their hair came out in odd spikes and poofs. White and a cracked-looking light cream appeared common colors for their hair and skin respectively.

After getting off of the train I saw that it dropped you off at a very different place than the bridge did, and that I was inside a city. I entered a small chain restaurant, called something like Travelers, that I had been in before to eat, and discovered that it appeared to be much poorer than the one I had patroned. Here, they only had one dish to offer, and the only condiments were salt and pepper. In addition, the walls were very sparse.

After my meal I walked down the street, looking around and taking many pictures. While trying to get a picture of a cool view down a street, I had some trouble with the controls, and parts of the dial for changing modes appeared to have worn off. The camera wouldn't stay in one mode between powering ups either. Soon it was dark, changing the picture dramatically.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:59 PM

January 27, 2004

Powers of Levitation

I was standing around in a room where I and my parents were staying when I remembered that I could levitate objects. I began playing with this ability, practicing on various objects around the room. After a few tries I got the basic process down, which felt like pulling some muscle at the back of my mind. After this, the object would levitate a short distance into the air, from which I could drag it around, raise it, or drop it.

Leaning directly over it with my hands on the table, I moved a pitcher of tea, barely avoiding slopping the beverage over it's edges before setting it back down. Later, I was levitating Dad's fast food drink when I accidentally dashed it on the floor. I leapt down from my resting place and recovered the thankfully unharmed drink. I then had fun zooming objects around the room.

Later, I was in a mall, being shown by some other bystanders a dark hallway, looking like the hallways leading towards the bathrooms, but ending in a dark opening. A group I was a part of had decided that the club residing down the hallway, of which nothing was known, had to be infiltrated. I remembered having tried to do so previously, before I had remembered my levitation powers.

Stiff and fearful that I would be found out for a what I was, I approached the entrance. The two people standing in the shadows there started scanning me, looking over me to determine if I was an authorized member. I hoped that by some fluke I would be able to pass, or that their scanning would be inadequate and I would get by anyway. Finding no obvious indication, they escorted me to another room.

They started to explain the situation while I stood, nervous, frightful, and uncomprehending. I wondered if I would be joining their group, or if I was about to be killed or imprisoned. Finally, I broke down and pulled out my gun, shooting all who were present. I saw a shape through a rough set of metal shelving and shot it too, finishing off my ammunition and dropping my gun.

I ran, looking around for something else that could be used as a weapon. Spotting a metal pipe on a shelf, I pulled it towards me before it hit my hands with a slap. Shortly later, a surviving employ stood in front of me with a stick in their hands, which I pulled away. I then began trying to use jedi-like motions to push and pull objects, which didn't work too well.

I found a disgruntled employee whom I teamed up with, and soon the scenery changed to that of a grocery store. Grabbing some Pepperidge Farm Banana Swirl Bread for the road, I pondered getting another gun with my military ID that was in my pocket, which I knew I could do if I found a proper terminal, or rearming my old one, although I couldn't find it. We got on the employee's motorcycle, intending to go somewhere.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:13 PM

War Buggies

I was in a farm house with a few other people during a wartime environment. Having just entered the house and noticing the cold, I made to close the door leading to the unoccupied parts of the house, but was told not to because the upstairs had to be heated.

Later, we got into a vehicle which was easier to heat, but quite small for all of us. These vehicles were elaborate, containing multiple doors and a ringing system on the exterior by which to request entrance. They consisted primarily of black metal, and drove very smoothly and fast. Their exterior sizes varied a bit, and the interiors tended to be somewhat spacious, if small in comparison to the farm house.

In order to let them do their work, I left to go to the front lines and try to do some good. They zoomed off and I walked forward. Getting stuck on an enemy vehicle which started up shortly afterward, I was dragged under a powerline, getting a short zap as it ran over me, and through a field before I managed to get inside.

There was noone else inside the vehicle, and I figured that it must be a decoy sent toward the front lines. Taking control of it, I drove over to the place where the vehicle containing the others was and popped the heating cap off of the heating unit in my vehicle, which would hopefully allow us to have more heat. I hopped out and rang frantically and repeatedly for one of the side doors, which soon opened.

Handing the knob inside and hopping in myself before shutting the door, the person inside said that it wasn't the right knob, and handed me a drawing showing how it should look. I told them that i had probably just imagined it differently.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:09 PM

January 26, 2004

Losing Flash

I was going to some sort of camp, and had carried the new family camera and a 32meg flash card. On my way to the camp after the others had gotten ahead of me, I lost the card.

After looking for the card, I continued on my way to the camp, riding my elephant and carrying a ferret and another organism. The elephant had great difficulty on the slopes, but we eventually made it, after I put together the broken flash memory cards which had popped out of the critters after we made it up, and put them back in their slots.

The next day, there was a computer fair in the grassy area in front of the camp. I asked an older man first if he had seen a flash memory card, but after he said no and walked away I figured that I probably sounded like I wanted him to answer a survey.

I went to the booth where I thought I had dropped the card and asked if they had found one. They immediately said yes, taking me in and dropping it into my hand. Before turning it over I told them that I thought it was a 32meg card, to verify that it was mine and that I wasn't scamming them. The label on the other side of the card was covered in black marker however, and quite unreadable. I pocketed the card, eager to get to my camera and try it out.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:14 PM

January 17, 2004

Army of Insanity

I had been sent to an insane house on Mars, although I was not aware of it at first. I was in an area on the outside of the house, along with many of my fellow prisoners, some of which were my classmates, and had just been handed a sheet of exercises for the week. As it was friday, I could complete them all, and delighted in them as many were words to be translated to French. After I became aware of where I was, I was supremely annoyed and couldn't wait to get out.

Eventually I got settled in, organizing shipments of Pepperidge Farm Banana Swirl Bread to be made. There was an army run inside the house, and I joined it. I and three other members were to invade a battlefield, and set out. We had two trucks, which I don't think we used. The enemy had a number of trucks and weird turrets, which weren't immediately recognizable, until I saw one of my allies shoot them and saw a blue-clad enemy pop out. I tried to shoot him as well, but did not succeed.

Unable to hit any of the enemies with either of the guns, which were formed by my right hand and left hands curled up into gun-like shapes, I stayed behind the enemy truck from which I had shot the turret-man, and waited, trying to shoot other enemies. One charged up to me, and was somehow destroyed. I at first thought him to be one of my allies, and radioed in as such, but then realized he wasn't and corrected myself.

One of my allies had, however, fallen, and the other two hopped in the truck I was in, soon followed by me, and began driving away. One fell out, and I opened the door to fire upon some enemies.

We made it back to the insane home, and I reported to the army HQ, where, after seeing a number of aging people, I was told to turn around and slowly did so after deciding that loyalty came first. One of the aging people emptied some sort of submachine gun into my back, and I exited the room, seeing as I did so the one young leader in the room being dragged away shouting "NO!".

I found my parents, who were also there, and we left in shopping carts, as there were no cars to be found. We went to the mall, where I looked for the Kiki's Delivery Service DVD, but didn't find it. They got some chinese food and, with my persuasion, we went to the hospital. I had also gained a shot through the leg which had went all the way through on the battlefield, I found as I examined myself on the way there.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:49 PM

January 10, 2004

Testing Diverse Empires

I was playing the latest internal release of Diverse Empires while developing it, and fixing minor bugs as I found them. I was walking around a map that the other admins were on and which one admin had recently made.

My computer emitted a loud sound and the screen quickly flashed to white. I frantically tried to ask the other admins if that was planned, and wondered what was wrong with my computer, shying away from it.

I walked to the place where the other admins had been and didn't see them, but then saw their names appearing as if they were talking, although I didn't see any message, and I quickly realized that I had found a bug that occurs when players leave and reenter the map. I left and reentered the map myself to fix the bug.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 5:46 PM

January 4, 2004

Checking out the Competition

I was surfing a games site, reading about some games made by a company that was competing with the one I was with by making an RPG at the same time as we were making ours. Featuring a design of yellow and blue, the site was quick to load, and gave the company's two games good reviews.

One was a rainbowey tetris game for windows which was played on the desktop, the display appearing behind the icons as if it were the desktop picture. Large strings of colorful blocks would fall down the landscape, and you could move them with the arrow keys, left or right. The site had a miniature demo of this, and I played it for a bit.

The other game was something of an RPG, based in the desert. Your character, dressed in black, could walk between the various screens and town. There was another person, named Jack, whom you had to kill as often as you could.

One of the numerous groups of merchants in town, who all dressed completely in black, could help you do this easily, so I tried to talk to them after reading about them on a pedestal that held up images of them. They moved about a bit, but didn't do anything.

A beetle scurried out from under their legs, and I grabbed some tissues and tried to squash it, very fearful and nervous under the merchants' gaze. I finally squashed the head off and watched as giblets crawled between the head and the body, then got a many a tissue and cleaned up the mess.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 11:54 AM

January 2, 2004

The Linen Conspiracy

I was a member of some law enforcement organization, living in a house with my fellow members. A man, who helped us at times, pulled up to the house's driveway, yelling.

A number of us got out, and discovered that what had happened was that some of his clothes, which he called his linens, from the rack that he kept on the outside of his car had disappeared. I was at the car along with him and some other people, looking around. I saw some batteries, guns, and bullets on the ground, so after consulting with him I put them in the trunk and closed it. I waited at the car while the others went inside.

A man ran up to the front of the car, carrying a large gun, and hurried to load it with ammunition. I opened the trunk again and hurried to pull out a short pistol I had replaced there, aiming at him and firing. It made a small sound, but no shot came out. The man nevertheless fell over, eyes open, and looked rather dead. I started walking over to examine him when he got back up, saying that he was surprised I thought an unloaded gun could kill him.

I grabbed some weapons and slammed the trunk shut, then ran into the back door of the house, unable to bring myself to yell as terror rushed over me. I closed the door and dropped the guns on the counter of the kitchen I had entered, starting to sputter out what had happened.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:55 PM

January 1, 2004

Balls, Guns, and Desks

I was in a room with walls made of cement blocks and painted white, like in my school's classrooms. The walls roughly formed a square, although the wall across from me seemed to be infinitely distant, and a small wall extending to my right, as well as to the side of the player opposite to me. I, my classmates, and some other people were in the room, all siting in immobile desks. A giant ball was being kicked around, and there were teams.

I, as well as the player opposite to me and possibly others, possessed a gun that I thought of a sniper rifle. With it, one could shoot people, which disabled them for a time, the ball, making it move, or use it as a stick to hit the ball. After playing the team game for a while, we started playing free for all, and the person who had put the game together started calling out people's names, asking them to sing a song as they played.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:29 PM

December 14, 2003

Criminal Escape

I was being persued, and had just jumped or been transported to a cliff face. I clung there while stationary stone faced guards, standing across the river that ran at the bottom of the cliff from me, swung their axes at me. After doing so, the axeheads would fly off of the shafts and burry themselves into the cliff. Although many came close, none actually hit me.

I then slowly climbed up the cliff and pulled myself over the lip. I was in a store, and I knew that there was a guard om the employ of my persuers patroling that, should he see me, would recognize me instantly. I walked calmly but briskly, or so I thought, to the entrance, pausing at a display of small items and picking one up which I stuffed in my pocket, figuring that I was already doing something bad in the store's eyes and that thus some shoplifting couldn't hurt.

Leaving the store safely, I began walking around the circular walkway, standing above a large black pit. Arriving at a set of bleachers, I began climbing on them before someone from my school, sitting in the bleachers, recognized me and called my name. I then started running away, ducking inside a passage covered by a drape only to see two more schoolmates, who began to persue me.

I ran around the walkways, trying to escape them.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:47 PM

November 7, 2003

Going to the Arcade

My parents took me to an arcade, and gave me about $12 to buy tokens with. Going from cash register to cash register and getting a few at each, I ended up with a handful of the silver coins, having spent all my money. At one of the cash registers, the clerk had said that she only dealt in cash when I asked for the tokens, and so I skipped to the next register.

Looking at the tokens, I figured that they must have an ID number magnetically stored in them, as they couldn't be differentiated if not.

Behind the cash registers there was a staircase which led down to a series of lanes which looked like those in bowling alleys. Lining all the lanes were gambling machines. I wanted to use them, but everyone else was still upstairs so I went over to join them.

I used some of my coins in the games and other machines along the walls while listening the people with me talk about Homestar Runner and other things.

Looking at the rack of items opposite the wall, I spotted a bag of Andes baking chips. I lamented the fact that I had spent all my money, as the establishment would not take tokens as payment for the items on their racks.

After I had walked around some more, someone else showed me two green cartons of andes mints cut into large circles, each wrapped in saran wrap. She said that she wanted to buy some of the baking chips, but evidentially didn't have enough money and wanted to enter in a venture with me whereby we'd split the cost. I was once again sad that I didn't have any money with me.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 10:15 PM

November 1, 2003

Going to a Convention

I was with my parents at some kind of convention, rather bored, when Dad suggested that we look for a new computer for me. Getting quite excited, I started looking around.

There were numerous booths scattered about which sold Macs, but few seemed to have laptops, which we were looking for. The first I saw was a PowerBook, I think, but it didn't have any specifications listed, which disturbed me. A sign listed the price as 11, beside which another sign said 'Payments of $500'. I had trouble with this calculation, and couldn't figure out if it was cheap or expensive.

We continued to walk about, seeing a variety of weird computers, including one which had an stretching screen. Reaching a stair case, I bashed it with my fist a few times while considering the math problem, and after the first few steps I had realized the price of the PowerBook.

After going up the stairs, I spotted another laptop, this time an iBook. Disappointed that it wasn't a PowerBook, I continued looking.

I had followed my parents to a section of the convention which seemed to be about farming. There was a large farm vehicle towing a long, empty trailer in half of the room. The rest of the room was covered in a thick layer of hay, and there was some kind of exit in the ceiling.

Dodging the vehicle while trying to exit the room from the way we had entered, I was unsuccessful and almost got run over. I then tried to follow my parents through the roof, but fell through a hole in the hay.

I landed in a large, dark room with black walls, floors, and ceiling - rather like a cavern. I and some other people hijacked a car that was evidently intended for use in exterminating me. It could fire 'Yummy Snacks with Tiny Firecrackers', I think, which I had been eating earlier, and was generally nifty. We drove around for a while, circling some people sitting in folding chairs.

I was suddenly adventuring with someone else in KNO, jumping about an icy map with lots of water. After a while, we arrived back at the cavern.

One of my classmates walked in with a really cool wing-shaped object, an old Russian flying machine which could lift one person. Playing around with the controls, we found the on and off switch as well as all kinds of other stuff. Finally, I took the flyer and he got in the car, I believe, and we took off.

Flying over the KNO landscape, my classmate quickly outpaced me and got beyond my sight. There were a number of floating cloud like objects, although they were red and looked more like rocks than clouds. Thinking them harmless, I ran into one, and got damaged severely, taking me down to 2 hearts from about 6 or so. Frantically trying to dodge them now, I crashed again, dying. I was regretful that I'd ruined the flyer.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 11:40 AM

October 27, 2003

Smuggled to School

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.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 11:36 AM

October 12, 2003

Highway Explosion

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.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 11:11 AM

October 8, 2003

Unwanted Hair Cut

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.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 11:40 AM

October 7, 2003

Proposing a Rule

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.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 8:37 PM

October 6, 2003

A Murderous Scheme

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.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 7:25 PM

October 1, 2003

Pirate Assassination

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.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 7:12 AM

September 27, 2003

A Great Journey

I journeyed to another place by using a function on my calculator which took a vnum and then transported me there. I then visited a number of locales.

First, I was in a large shop, like K-Mart or whatnot. I was looking for a clock which I had at home but for some reason had to buy. I found the sales display of it, and started looking through the Lego aisles for the actual clocks. Not finding it, I searched for the clock section.

Unable to find this, I returned to the area where I saw the sales display clock, intending to ask the salesman. He evaded my questions, and the area soon changed into something of a pool with a hill in the middle, and was flooded with a thin layer of water.

This area, the location of a game, proved to be GREAT fun. The object of the game seemed to be to prevent your opponents from winning, or perhaps getting away from you. You would dash around in the water, usually with your stomach on the floor, and attempt to detain or generally physically handle people.

The salesman was also still there, standing up, but I ignored him after I entered the game. Charles was also there, and I would follow him about at times. I would swim about, grabbing people at random or when they attacked us, and, often times for the females, pull up their skirts and burry my head between their legs, while swimming.

The pool then, unfortunately, dried up and shrank until it was the size of a rather small + sign. As I got out of it, alone I believe, I was at a friend's house. After some time, the house changed and the friend was replaced by another friend.

Next began my medieval adventure, beginning, I think, with me driving down the road, my parents in the other seats. As we drove down the road, I pointed out things on the side of the road, either trying to prove a point or show them features of a particular place.

First, I pointed to a large RC car which was flying about just above the car. Next, showed several other floating RC cars on the sides of the road, and then as we rounded a turn I showed them a line of poles which had various race cars, RC cars, and a cow placed on them. Somehow I had known that we would see these things.

After we arrived at our destination, a small shop, I first went to the back door and talked to a few dogs that were there. The shop looked like my house, and the back door that I went to was really my house's front door.

There was a large black dog, a medium size golden dog, and a small but somewhat old odd dog, with green and dark brown splotches. The last dog's back legs were attached to each other. He was evidentially a new breed created by some weird force.

They were at first hostile towards me, but soon they settled down and just talked about their lives. Their tales were very depressing, but as I was unable to do anything I soon closed the door and went inside.

I then picked up a half a gallon bag of shredded cheese and a package of rolls. I put the cheese in the sink, and put some rolls into the toaster oven. I didn't get a few quite in, and they quickly burned up. The old woman next to me, also using a toaster oven, suggested a plan of action. Trying this, I found that it worked, and my rolls were no longer accidentally incinerated. At some point, Mom came looking for me, as I had evidentially been in the shop for a long time.

Next, I left the shop and began walking around outside. The landscape had changed drastically, as there was no longer a major road, the car had disappeared, and the shop was now a castle. I walked around, examining it's walls, before spotting another building and heading towards it. I walked around it, and saw several piles of supplies. I decided that these must be for the army I was joining.

There was also a pile of small canteens with alcoholic stuff in them, and I sampled a few after some people who had been debating whether to give them to the soldiers or not had moved on. They tasted fiery, and seemed to make me feel a bit different with each drink.

I then overheard a tale while following some people around, and took note of it. At one point on the second building's walls there was a dagger which went up, then down, repeatedly.

Finally, I went back home, and added to my dreamlog, which was now composed of a series of fences was probably no longer an actual dreamlog, information about the story and my adventure. The story occupied an entire fence, out of the three I could see.

Climbing over the fences, some people walked by, asking me if I had read anything by a particular author. I said no, but that I had this short story written by him which I invited them to read. They chuckled and continued on their way.

(my dreams last night were a mess to sort out.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 10:46 AM

September 21, 2003

English Class

English class had just started, with the math teacher substituting and the class taking place in her room. We had just been given new books recently, but had still kept our old ones for a bit.

The teacher called out our names one by one, like the french teacher usually does, marking down who'd done their homework. She had called my name and I was looking through the book, trying to find the page everyone said it was on, but always got to a different page.

I was getting worried that I hadn't done my home work, and started flipping through the book to try and find the graphic that was in the lower right corner. Finally finding it, I realized that I hadn't seen the page before in my life.

The teacher began to mark me down as not having done the work, shaking her head and reprimanding me, but then, looking at the page in my binder for the first time, I realized that I had done the exercises on that page in the old book, and shouted what I had done.

She nodded, marking this down.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 8:37 AM

September 18, 2003

Class Real Estate

Our class was looking for a house or other piece of real estate to buy, and I went out in the car to look over the one we were currently looking at.

Driving by it, I accidentally hit someone's RC car which had been driving in front of me. The car hit my bumper and then bounced into the next car's bumper, continuing like this for a while.

The owner soon came from where he had been standing a few cars ahead and picked up the RC car. I apologized but he just looked at me, not saying anything.

After I got back to our headquarters, everyone was in one room, watching a movie while laying, nude, in front of the large screen.

I didn't know where I'd lay, so I stayed in the first few rooms. At one point one of the girls came out for a bit, standing near me. I watched her discreetly, and she made weird comments which puzzled me.

I wanted to watch the movie so I stayed at the doors for a while, then took a dvd copy of it and ripped out the unnecessary parts, after which I began to watch it.

I then learned that I was emitting some chemical which made all women want to have sex, and the officials were trying to quarantine me until it was safe.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:43 PM

Battling Star Wars Droids

I was in a cave with a number of my classmates, who were sitting down. Graham had a bright rapier and was walking around.

I got up to leave for the bathroom, and screamed when a C3-PO type droid grabbed my arm. Pulling back, it froze in the position it had assumed as I proceeded to hit it over the head with my clasped fists.

I then hit other droids, both C3-POs and Battle Droids from episode 1, who were standing in bathroom stalls, in a similar manner, overtop the stall. I wasn't able to summon much strength, however, and soon turned around to watch Graham.

Graham was using his rapier to fight the captain of the droids, not doing too well, but then slicing the captain through his upper chest. Falling down from the pipe they had been standing on, he slumped there for a moment before falling into two pieces.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:42 PM

September 14, 2003

Classwork

I was in a class, ready to take notes. One of my classmates went up to the board and drew a picture of a hotel, which she said had been present in one of the locations she had visited during the summer. I drew a duplicate on a whiteboard that was on my desk.

Shortly after this, the teacher turned on a movie, and I jotted down notes about the whole thing, which was really very short. She repeated it the movie once more.

We then turned our old desks to the right 90 degrees, and begun talking and such. My legs were lying on top of the desk rather than under the writing surface as they should have been, and I felt warmth radiating from the student in front of me, who I knew to really be a teacher in a student's body. Upon realizing this, I put my legs under the desk again.

She was using my mechanical pencil, and delighted in the fact that there were no broken pieces in it, after which she gave it back.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 11:39 AM

September 13, 2003

Driving Backwards

I was in the car's passenger seat, and Mom was driving the car. We were approaching a hill where something had happened involving us and a number of other people, and parked on a overhang where we could watch the road.

I saw another vehicle not too far away which, shortly after we arrived, started up and shifted it's position a bit. We were attempting to find out what had happened to the other people.

We then continued to drive on the hilly area containing the overhang, while Mom looked with binoculars at the other car. Eventually we reached the highway, and began driving backwards into traffic.

I started yelling at Mom, and she said to drive for her. I recklessly drive into the nearest place, a bank, 's parking lot, and after driving over their lawn procured a parking space.

I said sorry for yelling and such, and she said no, she was sorry.

(I think this might have been connected to the previous dream, but it doesn't fit too well as it is.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:42 PM

Fun In North Africa

I was following Matthew down a series of small slopes, and a few other people from school were following him as well. I would stand on one of my feet and balance, sliding down.

One of the other people asked what would happen if we fell, and Matthew said not to worry. Eventually the slopes ended, and we were free falling. After a bit, a platform with a cup in the center came into view.

The target was to land in the cup, and with Matthew's assurance, I just let myself fall. I think I landed on the platform, but someone else landed in the cup, and we congratulated them.

I wasn't sure if it was me or not, but I was confident, so I thought it was at first, but then I realized that it was a black-painted round ship from Escape Velocity Nova, and that I didn't look like that.

I started running around in boredom and then fell off of the platform. I think the others followed me. Soon, I and a large number of classmates and possibly other people, more than were with us before, were in a water-filled room, with ancient-looking ruins along the sides, like from WarCraft III.

We all got lots of water balloons, as I believe they were throughout the room, and threw them at one another. I frequently shielded my head for some reason. I would swim about in the shallowish water, and evade the people on the ruins' throws.

At one point, I was holding a water balloon under a tarp, and squished it until it exploded. The water shot upward and then caused a torrential downpour on us for a few seconds.

Eventually, two parents entered the area, a couple. The man started commenting that people had said that this was North Africa, but that it didn't look much like it. He stayed, however, and continued to complain.

The staff started taking the area down, and drained the water. We went through a wall into an adjacent room, where they began setting up again. Here, there was also a candy shop and some chairs. We began playing here.

An older man, who looked rather like the complainer, but wasn't the same person, came up to me and sat down opposite me while I was in one of the chairs. Someone had warned me of his coming a few seconds before, calling him "Scrooge".

I recognized him from somewhere before, and as he was looking rather mean, I mentioned something that I had used to convince him to be nice before. His face instantly lit up, and I smiled happily.

(ooo, fun, swimming in dreams.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:42 PM

September 6, 2003

Marathon Hodgepodge

A fried and I was alternating between a chat room and a Marathon game. We were trying to gather a game on a map that I had made/modified, but everyone just spammed or left. I was at my computer, and occasionally looked at the keyboard or below the monitor.

Eventually, we just started killing each other. It was evidentially taking place in some sort of hostile environment, so I was wearing some kind of heavy-duty mech suit. The suit had a number of weapons attached such as a electric shock, used with the p button, which slowly moved an arm forward and then pumped electricity into the enemy.

With this weapon and my normal ones, I succeeded in killing him once. I then ran out from the tight area we had been in and into the room outside. A boulder that had been bouncing near the exit from the small room finally came to rest. My fried was near it, and I began shooting the boulder. When it exploded, he died.
At the same time, I was surfing the web, looking for pictures, at least while we were in the chat room.
In the chat room, my friend started talking about how much stuff he could have if he got $1,000 a day. I was greatly amazed by these facts, and entered an exclamation mark after which I hit the return key.

I was using the rules command, though, which was responding like the help command on some muds, and instead sent out "rules !". This didn't do much, and I then retyped the !.

(school. is. evil. however, getting up at 5:45 might help solve the problem apparent on the callender.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:37 PM

August 31, 2003

Chinese Hotel

I was standing in front of a hotel, and there was a large bombing plane at a distance, firing various missiles. I dodged them, and slowly got better at doing so.

The missiles looked formidable, but most of them either had very mild explosives- I caught one on my leg. The others exploded and let loose clouds of freezing material. The plane circled to the other side and I followed it, dodging once more. This continued a number of times.

I then went inside the hotel, and bought a room. The person there, chinese, who was the owner, gave me a blue paper ticket. I mentioned the bomber outside, who had yelled some curses at the hotel as well, and the owner cursed the bomber, saying that previously he had vacuumed out the hotel very well.

I went outside, dodging missiles, and was about to go upstairs to fine my room, as there was a stairway on the outside. I was scared of the missiles though, and so I went back inside and asked the owner for the location of my room. He grinned and said that I was in a room with history.

Someone then came running inside and grabbed the phone, making a phone call. The owner ran for the phone, hanging it up just as someone on the other side answered.

Everyone now grew grave, and somehow my left hand had been damaged. It had a number of pieces of lettuce and such on it. I shoved the first piece down the sink and put the others in the waste basket. After that my damaged hand looked fine.

The hotel owner said that I had to leave, and that I might be pursued. I accepted this and asked for something to drink. Someone handed me a mug with some tea in it, which I drank. I then began to leave, heading for my car.

The owner's son, Ian, came outside to introduce himself. He made some jokes, which I thought were extremely funny, and I got in my car after putting the mug I had in a nearby tree.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:39 PM

August 30, 2003

Choosing a Class

I was standing in an open area, with a number of large exits. People were leaving the open area and choosing an exit to go through, and a some people were slowly trickling back into the open area.

Feeling that I should follow the other's examples, I choose an exit in the upper left corner. Walking there, I was pounced on by someone who then quickly jumped away. I walked out onto the wide ledge that was outiside the exit and continued into a glass door.

Inside a number of people milled about, and there were two large boards on the far wall, sunken slightly into a pit where people stood. Lettering over each of the boards said "Witches". I went to the left board and started testifying that I knew the things I saw on the board. As I did so, the items would light up. I hadn't studied for this and had choose the exit more or less randomly, but I knew a number of the items. After I choose 15-20, I passed the test and exited the room.

I saw with curiosity that the items I had choosen reflected the skills I now had. I thought that, as a witch, maybe I would have superior spell casting power to the other classes, and thought this to be a good thing. I took out the wand that was in my pocket, and began playing around with it.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:22 PM

Driving Home

I was in the process of traveling home via a long highway which stretched into Canada and then curved back to enter the U.S.A. I had driven or otherwise arrived at a location on it just inside Canada, and was resting in a building when I met a stranger who was also following this route.

I decided to follow him, and we drank tea with ice cubes and shredded sharp cheddar cheese in it, preparing for the journey. We had our things ready.

Then my Dad arrived, and greeted me enthusiastically. We got onto the boat that was outside and started off to sea. I glared at a banner that we had hung up and soon it exploded in flames, leaving a charred remainder. This upset the stranger, and I apologized for this.

I got out of the boat to dry off some ropes attached to it, and then got back on.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:16 PM

August 29, 2003

Biology Experiment

I was in school, in biology class. The room we were in looked like my kitchen. The teacher handed out glasses and forks to everyone, but when she handed the fork to me I said that I already had a fork, and pulled it out of my pocket. She didn't react to this and eventually I sighed and took her fork.

We were doing a lab in which we had to determine whether our sample was penetratable or unpenetratable. There were three people in the class, and we all crowded around the stove, where our samples were kept. Each sample was kept in a Stouffers style deep plastic container.

The first person started rubbing his fork against the pot pie type thing that was in his container, and a number of types of unions quickly popped out of the crust. He determined that this area was penetratable. He then started attacking the end of the pie, and eventually threw out two ball-shaped items, one of which hit the side of my face.

After the next person went, it was my turn, and I started examining and poking the sushi ball and various other items that were in my plate. The teacher told me to wait, and then she put some more stuff in my plate. I stated that the shrimp were soft, but the sushi ball hard.

There were three more plates, these white where the first three were black, but we ignored those. I thought about taking out the science test I had been frantically jotting answers on since I had found it in my pocket, but decided not to since the teacher had said that we would work on it later.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:26 PM

August 28, 2003

Mental Shopping List

I was talking to a male and a female who's space ship had crashed. I was standing on top of a wall dividing them from the rest of the world. I gave them some stuff which I had with me, including some money, which looked like cheese.

We talked for a bit, and I finally got a list of things which would let them escape. I began to get theses items, which I had kept in my head. I picked up a pair of folding scissors, as well as a number of other items.

Finally, the only thing left to get was a bottle of honey roasted nuts. I thought that there were some in a store near to the crash site, but couldn't find them.

Someone commented about my CyberNet T-Shirt in a negative way, and I responded that I'd forgotten what it was, and the T-Shirt was free. Shortly after I decided to go back to the crash site and give them the goods.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:33 PM

August 27, 2003

IMing Messages

I was at a keyboard, pressing single keys that I felt I had to for some reason. I was also working on a FSO extention in the WC3 map editor, and modifying it as people Instant Messaged me suggestions.

When I would press a button, a new IM window would come up or the letter would go into an old one. It would then usually expand into a full word, and be sent to the recipient.

At one point someone IMed me saying "ok, now for the important stuff". I then entered a message saying sorry, but I had to restart my computer now to get rid of something. I then restarted my computer or the internet connection and got back on. He wasn't on anymore.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:41 PM

August 26, 2003

Crazy Trebbles

I was on earth, firing rocket launchers along with a few other people, trying to hit a far-off island for fun. I was doing pretty well, but the other person trying kept hitting the water. I handed my launcher to somone standing beside me, who muttered something about newbies who that they were good.

Someone then got angry with this person, and started sliding around them. They then fled, and were followed. I followed shortly afterward. Reaching the other person, he was trying to refit his car so he could ride in it and escape.

I ran about a bit, dodging the offended person's gunfire and rockets. I heard the person I was with mutter something into a radio about Trebble being after him. He then flew about on a little pad with grenade, rocket and energy weapon launchers on it for a bit, fighting off Trebble.

We then planned to cause a disturbance, which would hopefully distract him. I used my powers to fly up to the top of a tented area in a building, and grabbed someone, dropping them to the ground where I knew they'd land safely, with skirt up.

I then used my powers to take off someone else's clothes, and then I flew back around to my companion. Trebbles was there, and didn't see us, but didn't seem too distracted by all this yet. He then went under the tent and started dancing.

I reveresed the chaos I had created and then descreatly returned, so that Trebbles would not see me.

After this, Trebbles, I and my companion conspired together to open in the building a gambling palor that would base it's stakes on college student information published on the nightly news. We talked to investors, and they liked the idea.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 6:18 PM

August 25, 2003

Escaping Home

I was reading a large book I was tugging around, as well as a few smaller ones. I moved throughout the house to find a good place to read, as it seemed that all the lights were going out. Finally, I laid down on my bed and read to the overhead light.

There was someone else there, and they were trying to convince me to run away. I finally agreed, and we burned my pillow, leaving the pillow case in it's place. I grabbed my books and ran off, looking at the books as we ran through the house. I watched the book's HP as the defense systems fired, damaging them.

Eventually we ended up at the mall, and I didn't know where the person I was with had gone. I didn't have my books either.

I entered the mall and had begun to explore it, when I was taken in by a sales person. I then wandered throughout this store's rooms.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:10 PM

August 24, 2003

Kael's Conquest

I was working for Kael, a general dressed in a bulky green suit of armor. He was working with the enemy army, and I was somewhat dubious of his technique. There were a number of enemy spearmen standing on a set of bleachers, with Kael standing at the top. The bulk of the enemy was a little distance off, however, in formation.

Soon, the enemy spearmen dropped their weapons and rushed to Kael's side. Seeing their fellows do this, the spearmen in formation began to run towards Kael as well. their leader, dressed in a light suit of stormtrooper armor, walked in slowly.

Kael then walked about, gleaning respect with people kneeling about him. Although I didn't really respect him, I respected what he had just done, so I knelt and put my hand on my head until he had passed.

After this, we went into negotiations with the nearby community, which I thought might have been the ones who had raised the army, although I wasn't sure. I and a number of other people went throughout the community to deliver messages and gain items that we needed.

I took back to camp a weird thick-handled sword, I delivered a piece of paper to be written on by the enemy leader in the form of a piece of cotton, and then I departed. On the way, I bought a candle from the local artisans.

I walked back and entered my house, and went to the kitchen, from which I could see the complex I had just left. I turned on the tap and filled my candle with water, and tried to take a sip. I sputtered, though, as I realized I was drinking my candle. I drained out the water, but all that was left was a coating of sugar and wax on the inside.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:20 PM

August 23, 2003

FSO Keyboard

I'd just finished up some new stuff for the FSO scripts or client, and released my first new release. I then got the idea that we could have a special console which would have keys for FSO, and would interact with the client.

I told my dad about the idea, and he said he'd think about it. I then thought that we could just use an old keyboard for this purpose, although then we couldn't put our logo or special keys on it.

I then spent a while wandering through the warehouse-like building we were in, eventually settling in an area that had cabinets full of sifi books, and I browsed the selection.

August 22, 2003

The Dome House Experience

I had a nifty giant glass domed building at my disposal, and used it as my home. I was studying magic there and sleeping on the third and top floor. I cast a spell on myself to make it easier to go to sleep.

I invited someone to the house and we went up to the second floor, where we were given instructions so that we might not damage it and then left alone. We talked for a while.

When I went to school, I showered in the girl's locker room, as did, it appeared, several other boys. The showers apparently didn't have heads, and came out of grates. I was worried about slipping away, and held onto the shower curtain.

Exiting the showers, there was a locked grid over the exit, which someone handed to me and told me to unlock. I turned it left a bit and pulled and it came off, after which I pulled myself through the opening. Someone asked how I knew how to open it and I shrugged.

Afterwards, in an assembly-type area with evidentially the rest of my class, the teacher was pairing people off. There were mostly girls. After nearly everyone else had been paired, she matched me with someone who's name I didn't recognize them. I didn't look at them either, although I thought I recognized their voice.

I immediately upon hearing this jumped down onto the benches, shortly after which my partner said that I had to lie down with my feet at the point. Everyone else was doing this as well, and I complied.

We were then passed pieces of paper which had various views on them and which we were, in turn, to shout out our opinions about.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:56 PM

August 21, 2003

Prisoner Compactor

I and two other people were being thrown in a compactor room, where we were to be squished. The room had a red brick floor, and a giant mantle on the wall near the entrance. Metal and wiring was all over the room, and the other walls were vague.

At first, I would run, jumping over a tangle of wires and metal and escape the room, then evading our captors. However, after a while, a brick-and-mortar wall appeared blocking the exit.

After that I and another prisoner sat on stools and watched a tv show. He had the ability to remotely control the tv with his finger, although he couldn't turn it to the previous channel. He told me to lie down on the stool, so we'd appear normal if they had a security camera installed, and I did so.

The next time I was thrown in I dashed up a bunch of metal and stood on the mantle, dashing around before I killed myself as others had done from that height.

At around this point, a third person, who I knew, was thrown in as well. The one who had turned the tv on dashed up a stairway recessed in the back of the room and I followed him, calling out to the last prisoner.

The room was empty when I entered it, but the window was open. I ran to it and opened a corner of the screen, urging the other prisoner still in the room out before I jumped our too after pondering where would be the safest to land. I had closed the window after me.

We all landed in a tree, and after a few moments I rolled out of it to the ground. The first prisoner, now appearing to be a girl, appeared safely as well, but the last one was yelling and screaming. We agreed to turn ourselves in so that we could attempt the exit again.

Climbing back up the tree, we entered the room, leaving the other prisoner behind. I grabbed an office chair, encased in armor, to throw out the window, as it was the missing prisoner. However, there was now another person in the room, and several cops standing beside their cars outside.

The person in the room grinned evilly, and I knew they knew we were masters at this by now. Then she went down the stairs and we were going to jump out of the window again, but the dream faded out.

(I /think/ I killed myself - but that part was a bit foggy. I certainly considered it. I believe I also died several times from the crushing device.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:25 PM

August 20, 2003

Free Cars

Someone had been developing a car that he was going to give away to teenagers, but, in the process, he had disappeared. The company had given then out anyway, with lots of instructions taped onto the various buttons.

I was in one of these cars with my parents, before we got out to go to a buffet-type dinner, where there were quite a number of people. I waited in line, watching various people race their miniature boats in a tub, before suddenly all I saw was horrid bright shinning colors.

I adjusted my view so it was bearable and ask the person it had centered over what to do. They said that they couldn't fix it. I continued to adjust my settings and eventually got a normal picture. I wanted to shout out to everyone the settings I had used, but decided not to.

Then, after finally getting some nasty bit of food doused in tomato sauce on a tray, the dream ended.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:55 PM

August 19, 2003

Bombing Run

I was flying a light bomber behind a fellow pilot who I always flew with. He was in a Beaufighter and, shortly after we had dropped our bombs, he dazed off like he usually does. Doing this, his plane dropped nose down, and I followed him.

He barely managed to pull up right before hitting the water, and we turned to fly for base, I at a reasonable height and he just above the water. As we were flying, he passed between a few rocks and a number of Zeros flew out of the water, flying past before he hit them.

Shortly after this he began to drop again, and hit the water. He got out of his plane and led it through the water, as I did with mine, back to base.

After this, we were put back on a training ship, and informed that only one of us would be able to regain his rank.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:37 PM

August 18, 2003

Long School Trip

On a school trip, I was sitting on an observation platform tied to the side of a giant tub that they were filling with water and putting a ship in which had just been driven here. I started struggling to get off, and unhooked a nearby hook.

Charles then told everyone else to hold on and me to rehook it, as the hooks were the things holding the platform up. I then got someone to throw a rope over and slowly climbed off.

I then proceeded to the nearby Broadwater Cafe, and, looking over it's offerings, ordered a grilled chose, a hush puppy, water and hot chocolate. Taking my food, I wandered about looking for a place to sit.

Not seeing anyone I knew sitting on the bottom level, either against the walls or around the tub, I proceeded upwards until I spotted someone who looked like an instructor at a camp I had gone to a while back, but younger. I sat near her, and began to eat, then engaging in a little conversation I think.

After having finished my food, I joined in the "wet games" which consisted of lots of people with little hoses spraying each other and everything else. Everyone was also testing beta units of a messaging device.

Then, the person I was now sitting beside (not sure who exactly it was) asked me to breathe near her. A bit confused, I complied. Next, she asked me for my password and last dream, and I gave them to her. I gave a password, something like "itm-3", and my last dream, which was as follows. I think her name might have been Linda.

"I was going to a movie production place, but, before I could get to the set, Linda showed up beside me."

Then she professed love, and we started kissing.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:20 PM

August 16, 2003

Lucidity Interrupted

It was bright outside, and the curtains were open, but the clocks were flashing some weird string like "13-:00*", so I thought that maybe this was a dream- and then, looking around, my mind seemed to confirm this.

I was in my house, in the living room, and went to my computer area to look around. There was a large, thick book with a flashy, colorful cover sitting in place of my primary monitor, and another copy in my chair. I vaguely remember my sumer reading books being in the proper place.

I then got lost in thought, and was surfing the web in full-view for a bit, but soon returned and walked down the hallway.

Movements in the house then awaken me.

(wow.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 9:23 AM

Pet Powers

I was playing some sort of RPG in which you could choose to go several paths. I choose to train animals and gain powers through them.

As such, I began feeding the cats, Tar and Prancer. They seemed very hungry, and at first I fed them cat food, although I had considered honey bunches of oats with strawberries, but decided not for the moment. When I fed tar from my hand, her teeth raked my skin.

I then went to go to sleep, lying down on the ground and a pillow. I couldn't do so, and thus went to get some playing cards. I brought a deck out of my pocket, but thought them to be too dirty.

Looking in my pillow case, I found several stray cards and a number of decks, some in cases and some not. I organized them a bit.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 9:23 AM

August 15, 2003

FSO Scripting

I was climbing into the van, handing a big book I was carrying to someone else and then pulling myself up by a seat belt before taking it back. The book was a book of FSO Scripting, and, among other things, it contained the FSO server's lingo scripts.

I interacted with the scripts by doing such things as pulling a seat belt in a toy car through the window multiple times to increase the number of people who could connect.

After I got in the van my Mom said that they wanted a server which could have 200 people connected, and I began pulling on the seat belt a bit later.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 10:59 AM

August 14, 2003

Back to School

I was back to school in a Harry Potter type environment, and had just settled into my room. Someone said something that prompted me to attempt to levitate a feather that was conveniently in front of me, and I failed to do so.

Later I was in the mall, looking around at a display area of cars along with several other people and realized that there was a glass walkway around the upper levels of the mall, with people in black suits occasionally walking around it.

Suddenly, the large opening leading to the display was closed by a panel of plastic which slammed down, and shortly after several men dressed in black walked around us. I quickly filled my head with other thoughts, and they went away after a while.

Later, I had somehow alerted the men in black again and was running away from them, behind people's houses and such. They evidentially could read your thoughts, but not pinpoint you by them. I ran through an empty house, and over a fence, then went through another building into some people's yards, where I unplugged the person standing there's radio.

When I got back to my room, I had evidentially been moved to one on a lower level that was better.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:27 PM

August 13, 2003

Mainstreet Discussion

I was sitting in a chair, rocking back and holding onto a roof support on the porch, while about four other people were on the bench in front of me, talking. We talked about something being the something of mainstreet, and discussed the phrase "that's the something of mainstreet" for a short bit.

After a while, we got up and out into the yard. Suddenly there were a good deal more of us, and four of us stood in the driveway while a fifth threw sand over their heads, some of us milled around and one of us seemed to be walking away.

There was a buss in the driveway now, with lots of wheels attached to he back. Preschool students were holding on to each wheel. Each would turn their wheel to the right, unscrewing it, and then hop into the buss, where there were places for their wheel. Finally, there was just one preschooler left, who was having trouble with her wheel. "Miss B, I need a new game." she wailed. Finally it came off, and she hopped in the buss which then departed.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:46 PM

A Wolf of a Fish

The power was out, so I couldn't get on the computer, so I was standing at the front door, looking out. Suddenly someone that I knew walked up to the front step, bearing a very large black fish that he was getting his hooks out of.

Dad then came out and started to direct the dismantling of the fish, and, for starters, we took off it's head. He also commented that it was a wolf of a fish. We then tried to remove pieces of sand-like things from it's skin, but that didn't work too well. Dad kept saying I had to use a miniature rake to pull them out.

By this time it had sprouted legs and we had somehow gotten to the driveway so we brought it back to the front door.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:38 PM

Dodgeball

I and my classmates were in the school gym, throwing balls at each other in some sort of dodgeball game.

I had dived for a volleyball that was next to a pile of them, which Charles was pulling at, and Charles walked away.

Shortly after, Charles was in a propeller driven plane, flying throughout the gym and the rooms connected to it. I then started following him about, watching the plane.

He flew around the gym a bit, then flew through a door into the Pre-K Cafe, which now had a much larger roof. He flew about there for a bit, then reentered the gym. Flying around the gym, at one point he almost crashed into the roof, but he managed to dive down before that happened.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:32 PM

August 11, 2003

Powerful Flash Games

I was playing an online flash game while my mom talked. It seemed to be mid afternoon or so, and she commented that it wasn't snowing yet- the forecast must have predicted it.

The game I was playing said that winning would have a "reward", and, just then as I began to win it began to snow and I shouted "It's snowing now!".

The controls for the game were the arrow keys and F12 for kicking. There were about 3 opponents which would appear on screen and try to kick you, slowly moving towards you, who you had to kick to death.

Later, my mom reentered the room while I was still playing. I was wondering what we should do about a leak in a weird plastic wrap sunroof which had appeared in the ceiling.

(first dream I remember that I've been at my computer.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:19 PM

Test Canceled

I was in school, in a large room with a number of other people, not all my classmates. There were two people at a table, and I didn't know the person who was at mine.

Everyone had a deck of cards which they were holding and fiddling with. I accidentally shuffled the two piles I was holding together, and mixed the reds and blacks, which I didn't want to do. I then set to sorting them out.

The principal was at a desk in the front of the room, and we were waiting for the test we were here to take. Then for some reason, possibly rain, he stood up and said that we wouldn't be able to take the test, and would have to go home.

Earlier he had said that there would be food in the basement, and so several people went down there on the hope that there would still be food there. I put my cards in my pocket and followed my partner down the passageway. The principal asked me if I was going to be picked up by my mom, and I said yes.

We then sat on a large bed that was halfway down the passageway and just had a security camera from the big room pointing at it. The girl sitting next to me then said something along the lines of "I've always wanted to have a recording of making out.".

Looking for more privacy, I walked down the stairs to the basement where there was no food, but only a large, flat bed with three people sleeping on it who had come down from the classroom. I sat down and then the girl followed, putting her hand to my side which was evidentially quite ticklish and had me yelling "I'm ticklish!".

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:18 PM

August 4, 2003

Escaping the Matrixites

I was dashing through weird buildings with the objective of keeping a palm/camera that I was holding from being destroyed. Fire would burn it and such, and I eventually figured out that the easiest way to do this was to just hold it above my head and such.

I was having trouble getting rid of two matrixy enemies, and couldn't aim properly with my weapon when a policeish guy come up and took them out. I then quickly ran out the back and into a police car which was unlocked.

I began to drive away and picked up the man who had intervened and a woman, then drove away until I parked in another parking lot.

We all got out and discussed where we were going to go, there were others with us too now. We eventually decided that one of us was going to drive, and three other of us were going to ride, the rest of us were going to do something else.

We started to enter the police car, but had trouble. We couldn't fit in; it was too small. I commented that it worked fine when the driver had gotten in first. We walked away, but then I went to try to get the car back. An officer on duty intervened first though, and took it away.

One of us was working on a car, and then used it's radio to try to contact everyone in the group and get them back. We entered a nearby apartment for hiding. When everyone was there that was coming, we entered the new vehicle.

We drove to someone's friend's cabin in the woods, which had screening surrounding it and such. After that, one of us brought in her resignation; she was tired of being the primary financial clerk.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:30 PM

August 3, 2003

Virus

There was a virus about, transmitted evidentially by close contact. I was in a bar with a group of people. One of our group had come back after, he said, drinking with a sailor.

We realized that the sailor was infected with the virus, and so I left to contain him or somesuch. I found him in the bathroom, on the counter, looking very small and like a ferret. I pinned him down with a red box, and waited. He didn't say anything.

I then went outside and waited for a bit, then seeing another of our members exit the bar quickly rushed up to them and told them that we needed a witch, fast. She pretended not to understand me for a while, then gave me two eyes and another body part. I put the eyes in my pocket and the other item, which had become a head by now, in a sack from a nearby Harry Potter shop.

I reentered the bar and rejoined the group, and quickly gave them the head and the two dead rats in my pocket. They were body parts of two people with the virus who were to be tracked down. Someone at a computer quickly took them, and I walked away a little.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:07 PM

Family Meal

My family was about to eat, and was wandering around the house. I was in the bathroom, knocking on the walls, and then became annoyed with myself when I realized that I'd let some spiders loose, which were crawling on the floor now. I was clinging to the ceiling.

Someone called saying it was time to eat, so I blew the spiders away, looked around, didn't see any more, and then jumped down into the drain. I quickly went through the hole and ended up in the dining area, where I sat down.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:01 PM

Beach Supplies

I and some other people walked down a pier and to an island that it connected to. I dug up my stuff from a clod of dirt in the pier, everyone seemed surprised it had stayed there since last year. It consisted of a bunch of coins which were evidently beach equipment, sunbock and sunglasses and such, and a sack, which I assumed to contain money.

I quickly sold some of the items but had trouble selling two pairs of really dark sunglasses, I let them try them be tried on and eventually they did sell. We then walked around the beach, and I felt annoyed that I ended up with less than I started with, as noone had given me anything in return.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:58 PM

August 2, 2003

Four Dragons

Four dragons had been thought up and unleashed by a few members of the local school, they had flown about a bit and ended up in one large, unfinished room. They, and the ones who had created them, were put on trial.

A bunch of ceremonies occurred, and then everyone was dismissed after someone answered some questions about when the dragon compound being built was going to be finished. I was watching very near the ceremonies, as was the person beside me. We started talking about our views of the event.

After this I got up and started wandering around, wondering where I might find other geeks, not sure since I didn't really have a computer and whatnot, although I was carrying some sort of camcorder in my hand. I "synced" my palm at a kiosk, which let me see the list of it's files and the screen and evidentially not much else. It could sync via "torqz" or "indigo", with the palm or TI-83. My mom synced a TI-83 she had with her.

I considered going to a nearby shop which had a computer on sale, but didn't.

Someone asked if we wanted to eat lunch, but I declined, not being hungry.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:56 PM

July 30, 2003

Matrix Rats

I was with a person who looked like he'd come from the world of the matrix, and was leading us, a group, to a destination. I ran ahead of the group, whom he had told me to guide, and came up to a building just as he was flashing about it, breaking the windows with two fingers.

We went through a broken window into a stairwell, and began swinging about. There were "Ferrets" there, although they looked more like albino rats. He said that you should not get near them; if you did, they would sense you and then turn you into one of them.

We continued to swing, seemingly with superhuman strength, as several times I thought that I had to hold really tight or I'd fall, and I did so easily.

Finally we reached a room, where pizza was laid out on one rack, food on a table beside it, and a cat on another rack. The guide said something about them being dangerous, and then disappeared. The others started coming in, and I warned them about the food, which they had immediately started to eat.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:59 PM

July 29, 2003

McDonald's Buss

I and Mom were in a car driving next to a McDonald's icecream buss, everyone said that they moved slowly but there was no proof. We somehow ended up on the buss, and then we stopped at the nearby Mcdonald's.

I was sent to ask the cashier for another softserve machine, but before I stepped out the driver asked me "Don't you think this buss is slow?". I said that everyone said it was, but that I saw no proof for it.

Asking the cashier for the machine, she handed me a cup of vanilla and chocolate ice cream, which I took, but then explained myself further. She brought the machine and I put it on the buss, eating my icecream. We had a total of three softserve machines on the buss then.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:56 PM

Riding Away

I was running after a car that other people I knew were in, and as I approached was thankful that they opened the door for me to hop into, which I did and then hastily closed, hoping that we hadn't been seen. Noone else saw any signs of this, and I was relieved.

We rode for a while down a dirt road and were soon surrounded by buildings. As we reached the end of the city, driving past a large building, we turned around, planning to drive out again. However, I got the driver to ask someone at the side of the road if it was safe. He said that it was, and that the large building was the Lion King's home.

My "home" had a stove and, above it, a cupboard. I frequently cleaned out the stove by spraying water on it from an old RealLemon bottle. Paperclips somehow frequently found their way there and I pulled them out.

I wandered around the ground frequently, visiting various places like the art gallery, while the rest of us were getting "jailed" from a distance. They didn't tell me and hid the artifacts of this jailing in their houses.

Finnally one day we got in the old car again and drove to our apartment. After we went in, we locked one of us in a closet against their will and went into a nearby room. We started talking, and they revealed to me the jailings.

After that we were all suddenly scantily clad...

One of us was trying to kill the others, and we were chased throughout the apartment. Finally he ran out of ammunition and we took him back.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:51 PM

July 28, 2003

Death Day

It was the day before the day some claimed that all would die; I wasn't sure about the truth of this, and hadn't read enough about it to make a judgment. I was surfing the net and such, and then finally went to bed very early in the morning with the intention of sleeping for a few hours.

Before I went to bed, weird red lights inside my monitor came on, I assumed it was because of radiation. I was scheduled to participate in a racing tournament the next day on the computer.

I went to a Dollar General store where the race was now to be held, entered it, but then had to leave for some reason. Dad stayed there with my score sheet, which had now turned into a pot of nacho dip, and I sat down.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:56 PM

July 27, 2003

Household Life

I was living in someone else's house, sleeping in front of my computer. She and her friend slept in her bedroom.

She asked me to get down a sleeping bag, and so I did so. I went to out side the bathroom and climbed a pole. At the top there were about four signs. I threw one to the ground, urging it to copy itself. It read "sleepingbag", or something similar.

I then carried it to the owner of the house, and when I gave it to her it was a sleeping bag. The sleeping bag was evidentially for her friend, who I found out had previously used the name 'Havanah' on Yahoo Instant Messenger.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 5:50 PM

July 26, 2003

CTF, Cats, RPGs, and WC3

I and a group of other people were playing a game, kinda like CTF in real life. Our enemy was a group of cats, and they were immediately fatal to us upon contact. However, we had balls that we could throw at them to disable them. The balls felt very heavy.

There was a cat chasing me, and I was very near my goal. I had a ball, and threw it at the cat. I missed, but the ball bounced back near me. I changed course and caught the ball, then threw it again. It hit, and I was free to win the game. We had had to complete an objective for each letter on a keyboard. The keyboard's layout was very weird.

After that, we took our armies and lead an attack in a WC3 RPG. I was an archmage, I believe.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 5:45 PM

July 23, 2003

Space Adventure

I was in a fighter or somesuch, flying around somewhere near earth, when I got an emergency recall message. I then proceeded to warp to the far-away place where our main ship was, and, seeing an enemy detaching from the ship, follow it.

Another one of the crew had just arrived at the ship, and the one who had summoned us was watching the controls again, noticing the rouge ship. "She planted a machine gun in our battle room!" she said, then blinked as another blue ship turned up following it.

I knew that I didn't have any long-range weapons that could destroy the ship, so I got as close as I could and released some explosives. Seconds later, both ships blew up. This evidentially caused the machine gun to blow up too.

The other two crew members dashed into the battle room, seeing a message on one of the two screens: "Blah had to blow up in order to assimilate with the computer". I then materialized and proceeded to point out something that we had to remove from the wall, and we started to get a flame thrower ready.

Wild Animal Show

We were sitting in seats lined up in rows, waiting for a show to begin. It was evidentially 'free week' at the building, but this show was always pay, and, thus, they still asked you to give some money. Everyone dug into their pockets and such and got out about $.50 each.

It started with someone riding across the stage in weird armor, on a horse. It was evidentially a part of a painting education program, and the horse and rider were evidentially like those portrayed in some painting.

A voice then continued, after having talked about the payment, to talk about the show. They would take wild animals across the stage, and you could look at them. But he warned you not to meet their eyes.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:37 PM

Zelda-Style MMORPG Exploration

I and a group of other people were hanging out in a clan hall or something, browsing a list of items for sale. I was looking at the tent item, which would let us all travel together in a comfortable environment.

After getting to the end, I was looking at a Zelda-like map, which I began to transverse. I lost about half my life, but eventually got to an exit which led me to a pathway and then another entrance. Once I entered, someone else was with me.

I was evidentially worried about the quality of the guards, the "queens", who were supposed to keep intruders out, but he thought that they were utterly perfect.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:33 PM

Code on Cardboard

I was at school, it seemed to be a special day, several people had yummy food they were handing out. I had taken a piece of cardboard containing part of a game I was working on, and had just modified the delays and volume a bit and it sounded perfectly like a crowd, to my surprise and delight.

Once at school, I had evidentially modified it to look like a rocket, with the piece of cardboard at the very bottom. Several people asked to sign it, and I let them, although I was worried at first about not having space to write further code on, then noted that I could get another piece of cardboard.

I tried to see if I could fit the rocket in my locker, as it was rather big, but then realized that it wouldn't fit and decided to just carry it around.

I started using the code, and to my surprise it seemed to work without batteries, but I knew that the sound wouldn't work without batteries, which was a shame.

One of my classmates asked me to give three muffins back to another one of my classmates, and I complied, taking one of the muffins for myself.

I then wandered around into the library, where some of my classmates were as well. One of them took down a book and said that he thought some of these pictures were from another book, which he named. The other person he had shown them disagreed, but I agreed with him. Then I realized that my cardboard, which was tucked under my arm, had paper when you lifted the cardboard up.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:32 PM

CTF

The Quake CTF server had evidentially gone down, and someone offered to host it on their computer. We were all herded into a room with 7 gigantic beds, and we all hopped onto one.

We then proceeded to do stretches, rather extreme ones, and I, not knowing the procedure, tried to copy the people near me. I looked around, and uneasily noting that this /probably/ couldn't be used for football, came to the conclusion that we were going to play CTF.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:31 PM

July 21, 2003

The Chinese Mountains

Some crippling diseases was being spread throughout the people, a professor had been shot in a public garden, a giant wave was launched into another garden, injuring all of the people there. An old mysterious woman wandered outside our house with a package from the market, saying things about what people suspected, when asked her name the response was evidentially one of legend.

I was reading some books off of a shelf, one a Harry Potter book. The "Chinese Mountains", really a set of huts off of one side of the city, was evidentially where those who were terrorizing the population lived. We tried to figure out how to get there but couldn't, as it was too far to jump.

July 20, 2003

A Big WC3 Game

I was playing a game of WarCraft III, 4vs4, there were two Night Elves, including me, on my team and we each decided upon a different path to follow. There were very large battles, but, surprisingly, no lag.

We were evidentially loosing, so the other Night Elf told me to go buy an expansion pack so that I could build a building that might turn the tides. I walked over to the game rack, not paying attention to the game at the time, and began to browse. He had told me the name of it, but that one didn't look like a WC3 expansion, and was $59.

Eventually I found it, and it only allowed you to build that one new building, so I bought it, despite the price being a /bit/ too expensive for such a simplistic expansion.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:38 PM

Radioactive Area

We were in a class, and the teacher explained that we were to complete exercises in preschool activity books. She pointed out the ones that we had, from the 16 or so leading preschools in the world, and said that we were each to pick out one. They were all very thick, consisting of numerous assignments.

I took my book to a space on the backside of the bookshelf where there were no books, and opened it up, browsing through it. It was full of stuff from "Oregon Trail", the computer game, with the first few assignments making you make things such as wanted posters.

I was then in my home, evidentially a radioactive area, causing us to not leave windows opened and unblocked by a screen, and also to be careful in mud puddles. Charles was at Ghram's house, evidentially, and I was watching through my computer. Charles was playing with the cat, throwing food at it.

Next I went through the window's screen to Ghram's house and stayed a while, then hopped out of his window and floundered around for a bit, falling down in mud puddles at the front door, walking over to the back, falling down in the puddles on the back steps, and grabbing my cloak to prevent it from getting soaked. The dream ended.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:33 PM

July 19, 2003

Planning an Assult

Was playing some sort of card game with some people, we stopped for the night, then we decided we had to make a professional assault on the car rental/lot at the corner in order to obtain information. I went to sleep for a bit, when I woke up they were finishing up the outfits and planning. They had made several detailed webpages about it, which I had read before waking up.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:09 PM

Field Trip II

We were on a class field trip to an architecture/crafts store. They had plans for houses the size of shacks, a craft kit of a 'brown bird' which could be carved into that of an eagle holding a fish, as revealed by one of my classmates.

We started milling out the door and into the zoo-area. I was walking around, about to go down the corridor with the lions and such, but then instead walked around to the sea-life pool.

I remembered that there might be spider webs around here, and so I looked around. There was a giant one blocking the way around the pool and a not so large one blocking from where I had come from. The pool itself had a very low wall, and was open to the air. It seemed quite colorful. I dashed under the one blocking the way that I had come, but then decided to go back and dashed under it again. After that it looked like the spiders were waiting for me.

Then a bunch of crabs, a few of which had been there before, got on the spider web and chomped all the spiders inside their claws. After this they began stretching the web, it looking as if wind blown, until it looked like a fence. After this I rolled under it and turned around, looking at the pool.

Two other people appeared next to me, and some weird events occurred.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:07 PM

July 17, 2003

Cease and Desist

I was in a Navy office with someone else standing beside me. There was someone sitting in the desk in front of us. The officer in front of us said that we were "Cease and Desisted" and that that meant that we wouldn't be working for the next five weeks.

He then went on to explain that due to the situation something had to be repainted or something, and, thus, the gates were closed until 6 o'clock in the morning, at which time they would be finished. I thought that that was an ungodly time to get up, and pondered staying up til then.

(defintally from 'on the beach', which I had just finished.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 5:38 PM

July 16, 2003

British Invader

I was standing around, looking around. It looked like there was snow on the ground. A british-looking man in shiny clothes was running towards another person's property. The owner came out with a pitchfork, and stabbed the british man in the stomach. After he had fallen, he stabbed him again in the back.

Somehow the british invader had managed to get away, and he was eating with my family, supposedly about to die. There were some photos handing up in the window which he was facing, and I started talking about the camera that was used to take them.

We had evidentially found it with the pictures already in it. He figured out that the camera had been his, and I gave him the pictures to look over.

(this seemed to draw on the previous two dreams as well.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:28 PM

3D Game

I was a participant in a game rather like WarCraft III in that there were a number of races, and that there seemed to be a leaderboard indicating the remaining players, of which there were quite a few.

I was holding my base with the help of someone else. It was rather peaceful, and I figured that the combat must be going on on the other side of the area. As players left or were defeated, their bases were inherited by other players, and I eventually had 3. One was, I think, based somewhat on insects - my original base. Another seemed to be a human base, and the other was based on fruit-made projectile.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 3:21 PM

July 15, 2003

Car Repair Shop

I had just swam back from a place in or across the nearby river. While swimming I had closed my eyes for most of the way so that I wouldn't have to see the bright sun, and I found it quite relaxing.

At one point when I opened my eyes for a short period of time I had to change courses to avoid hitting a pickup truck that was coming along.

When I got back on land, behind a large house, there was someone there maneuvering two cars into place. They both had their doors open and, after she had gotten them into place, they both started to roll backwards, into the marshy farmlands behind them.

She picked up their remotes- one of which was quite long, the other rather short- and started maneuvering them to attempt to get them to stop, as she could drive them with the remotes. However, the one in the back suddenly exploded in a flash of flame before the other came to a halt. Saying words of regret, she said something, I think, about us fixing it and then walked off.

We had all sorts of gadgets which allowed us to fix the car easily, as well as augment it in a variety of ways.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:02 PM

July 11, 2003

Prize/Food Distribution

I was picking out food or prizes to take from school with me. I didn't want the food because, I said, I had plenty of it at home. I didn't see anything interesting in the prizes, and, so, I went to the other room where people were going after they had chosen.

I then saw someone with what I thought looked like an Aphex Twin sticker from the brief glimpse I got of it and then ran back into the prize room. All I saw was a T-Shirt that, at first glance, looked to be promoting Aphex Twin. But, then, I read it and saw that it was really "Pow Wow Apex" or something.

I was then talking to Matthew, and remarked that it seemed that that mixup occurred frequently. We walking into the library and asked someone he said new lots about that kind of stuff if he knew about Aphex Twin. He responded that he wanted to be left alone. He seemed to be reading something.

After that everyone gathered in a large room past the library. The view switched to a tunnel leading off from it. There was a pitlord looking creature (like the one in Warcraft III), who was talking to himself about his plans he was about to unleash.

He was ejecting invisible spores, from a first air-blowing tube now, and later would eject the activating chemical. He was delighted with them, and noted that they'd act like coffee would, only 11 times stronger. To get this effect with coffee, you'd have to use $1,100 or so dollars worth of it. The spore would, it seemed, put the people into a very deep sleep.

He also remarked that it was a shame that you couldn't put the spores in missiles, as they'd disintegrate in the heat or impact or something.

He released the chemicals, and the spores popped into a visible size. He then retreated to his home, where he instructed his door to stay on guard, which it did after a bit of debate. While this was going on, three creatures were hiding in the eaves right about the door.

Then, one creature entered the door, and confronted the pitlord. He started to attack him, but, looking closer, realized that the only thing odd about the pitlord was that his eyes were burning and that he had 3 legs. He decided to go to the pitlord's side, and begged for mercy, which he received.

(wow. I get much more detail when I'm not lazy and write them out in full right after I wake up.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:24 PM

"Tow your Spacecraft Properly"

I was watching some commercial prepared by the government about towing your spacecraft properly. It showed examples of what might happen to two spacecraft if they were towed improperly at the end.

Next, Two police pulled up behind a stopped vehicle with a spacecraft being towed, and arrested the man for towing it improperly. He stepped out of the car with his hands up, and a gun fell to the floor noisily from somewhere. He muttered something about not having a good grip when he used guns.

He was arrested, handcuffs placed on him, and he was secured in the auto-seatbeling seat in the polices' van. Angrily, the driving policeman proclaimed, after driving around for a while, that he was going to take him straight to the judge, and drove right next to a door leading into a large official looking building.

They entered a chapel, and told a group of people standing around a table there why they were there. One of these people told them to go through the glass doors behind him and wait with a nurse who's name he mentioned. They did so.

One of the police officers, now a female, picked a cell-phone up from a bag where it had been ringing and turned it on. The person on the other end asked for the nurse, and, not seeing her, was given a response about her not being available. Then the nurse stood up and said something like "Excuse me? I'm here.". They laughed.

They went down into a sunken area, the police and the criminal. Both police were male now. There was some fiasco about one of the police unleashing a stock market scam on the computers which was there.

Then, two people came in, looking like mexicans. They grabbed some stuff, including a U.S. flag which was there. One of the police asked to see it, and then tried to rip it. As he couldn't, he proclaimed that a police person must be redistributing flags.

It got rather muddled from there on out.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:11 PM

Food Kiosk

I was sitting down at a food kiosk, looking over the menu, laughing with some stranger who was doing the same at some of the presentations- one of the pieces of food was wrapped in the same of a duck. When asked why the food was kept in baskets at the counter, the cashier replied that it helped keep them warp, and shook the baskets.

I decided to order a "citrus apple of the sea", as the sign on it's basket proclaimed it's name to be. Taking the bundle which the menu had priced at about $6, I unwrapped it only to discover that al it was was a ball of fried rice with a shard of shrimp in the center.

My Mom was there also, although I'm not sure what she ordered. After I had gobbled mine down, she asked if I wanted more, and that if so we might want to order it by phone, perhaps from the 310 area since then it'd be quicker. I declined, noting that It'd take 11 of those to fill me up and that the price was outrageous.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:00 PM

July 9, 2003

Preschool

We were on a lawn outside of a preschool, learning how to draw, paint and write. Charles was there, as well as other people. One girl had painted a sign, consisting of a very accurate self-portrait and her name, as well, I think, as some other writing, and she was continuing to paint.

Charles was drawing a plane and some other things with a crayon. I was jealous because I hadn't been taught how to draw yet, and couldn't understand the concept.

Our teacher also had been given he task of repainting a part of the massive school building, and she gave some of us the task of making patterns on pillow-like things. This evidentially helped her.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 9:29 PM

July 8, 2003

Field Trip

I was playing some kinda weird RPG-ish game with other people on the school buss while waiting for us to get to our destination. My class was on a field trip, and it seemed that Mrs. Talbert was the teacher taking us.

After the game, I think we got off the buss and sat down at some picnic tables to wait for those of us who had gone inside the nearby building. Looking around, there were some quite nice *ahem.* views.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 9:22 PM

July 7, 2003

I WANT MY PACKAGE!

I had just gotten up. It was 3:00 PM. My parents, who were heading out that morning for a meeting, were back, but they hadn't picked up my package (containing The Frozen Throne) for some reason.

I was planning to pick it up, but fro some reason that didn't work out.

(what really happened was that I got up ~11:00 PM, walked to the post office, and met my parents there. they had the package, and I rode home.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 9:12 PM

July 6, 2003

Space Station

Was on a weird space station, didn't feel like I belonged, wandering, paying money, evidentially on a mission to destroy it. We managed to do so, and I got on someone's space station who was there watching. It must have been in an atmosphere, because I could breathe without any kinda suit, and I wondered about this at the time until I realized that this must be the reason.

There were a lot of spherical ships floating around beneath us, and then they blew up.

I was living on the ship for a little bit, and then I was suddenly playing WarCraft III: The Frozen Throne, but it had a /very/ weird interface, kinda like you were always looking at people's profiles.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 9:22 PM

July 5, 2003

The Art Show: Year Two

Some "priest"-ish people who looked like bizarre fruits were sliding down into a more or less empty room from a square hole in the ceiling. They were getting ready to go to an art show.

I went to the freezer, and got out an ice cream box, putting the ice cream in it in back in the freezer, so that I could get some of the yummy ice cream they had there the year before.

Suddenly we were at the art show, after getting through a series of ticket booths and such. There was a tent, with lots of colorful banners, and a building. My parents were with me. We went through the glass door into the building.

Wandering to find the show proper, we found a TacoBell stand in the otherwise normal room, and, my parents excitedly noticing the soups they had, we proceeded to order 4 wonton soups and 4 mexi soups, which I think I carried. I was somewhat annoyed, because we still hadn't gotten to the ice cream.

I remembered that charles and I had submitted the dragon-play the year before, and then the dream faded out.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 9:13 PM

The Art Show: Year One

I was talking to Charles, not sure what about. We were then ushered into an auditorium, seemingly with everyone else from our school. Looking around, a number of the people in the grade below us seemed to be having problems with keeping their, ahem, shirts secured, resulting in quite a view...

Then, we were suddenly flying on a dragon which was evidentially our of a play that we had created. We flew, and then, arriving somewhere, circled a few times, waiting for other people to present their works, before coming in for a hopefully-spectacular landing.

We quickly explained the play, and then the dragon was put on display. They seemed to want me to act a part in someone else's play which I hadn't known existed, and I walked down the stage before taking a seat in the comfortable seats lined up in front of the stage, like in a movie theater.

While sitting and watching the other plays being presented, someone was playing with their layout, pressing a set of big buttons somewhat randomly. Suddenly, the chairs tipped us out, and we were falling. I managed to catch myself a couple of chairs down, but still hit my head on them. After that I walked to a small, neat room at the back of the area, behind the seats, and got some ice cream.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 9:06 PM

July 4, 2003

Ice Skiing

Someone was skiing on a block of floating ice, fell on their knees, the ice broke in half down the center, starting where the skier was. They fell down the crack and died. I was watching from our yard while my parents commented on it.

Somehow, this made this other person's father die, and the army demanded money for his lost supplies. She was in Wendys, other people started to come and converse. Her mother evidentially ran a tech-ish TV channel.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 8:51 PM

July 2, 2003

Invasion of the Tropics

My classmates and I enter a portal to some kinda tropicalish island. We then run down the corridor we are placed in, with fences on either side. we run in an open gate in the fence, and run around. There's some machinery by the gate, and the fence looks chain-linked. By this time people have heard us, and the people that are in the house which is sitting, off center, in this fenced off segment are yelling at us in some weird language. The officials are evidentially on to us too, as we're all caught shortly and, I believe, taken back across the portal. The authorities on our side reprimand us as well.

We slowly reenter the portal individually, making friends, learning their acronyms, hiding our things in crevices and living in public. I began to steal money from their bank.

There is a enclosed pool area off of the town-center-ish place where people stand along the edges at the glass wall, you can put money through a slot above your head where it's taken by a hand in the floor for gambling. There are grates under the areas where people are to stand.

An apartment complex in the area consists of two shelves, with a door over them, where people, including the owner, sit.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 10:44 PM

Computer Lab

We're playing with some old Apple laptops in a lab, hooking them up with new stuff and such. Some people are using them to design and build stuff. They're about to run a program which will repair their programs and make them run faster. They cheer as they watch the speeds after the repair has been done in a window on the side which contains several progress bars. It must be near the end of the day as well, because they're about to leave their work stations.

This dream then faded into the next.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 10:41 PM

July 1, 2003

The Creation of a World

We were adding pieces of a world that had been submitted by various people to a world we were creating if we considered them good enough, otherwise we left them on the que, possibly for latter review. The submitters could evidentially modify them while they were on the que.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 8:14 PM

June 29, 2003

Packaging & Shipping

Throughout the dream, I was seeing other people's instances of problems and such with shipping charges, packages, etc.

At the end of the dream I was going to ship something to myself and started worrying about overcharging, then laughed.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 11:20 PM

June 28, 2003

At the Computer

A series of fragments followed which all had me at my computer.

In the first, I had generated a random image, and it just happened to to be the same as another image I had, but was half the size. This evidentially proved a theory.

Later, I was showing my Mom something on the computer while we ate.

I was discussing with other people an easily extendible and modifiable web-based environment, using the environment itself to do the discussion.

(yes, I'm horribly lazy at posting these, and do fudge the date.)

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:59 PM

June 27, 2003

Attack of the Rabbits

A dream similar to this one's beginning had occurred before. It was kinda like a particular movie, I think.

I and another person were going to investigate something nasty, we had gotten clearance to take guns with us. Two real cops, one female and one male, turned up as well, we tried to shoot each other, but it didn't work. I hadn't turned off my gun's safety.

We're under a breeze way, the four of us, and notice a teenage-ish girl having been bit by a rabbit, she seems to be pulsating or something. We start to take her away. By the time we get to the vehicles we're carrying a male, we can't get him over the tape, smash him into the ground, break his leg.

He buys a hamburger meal and is fine, we were debating something when I woke up.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:35 PM

Arc

I had memories of a dream like this happening before, as well.

We were waiting to enter a new ship, the 'elders' went before us, religious-ish, there was a rabbit-prophet-man who tried to heal people.

To get on the new ship you went through tubes, popped out, then into a new tube until you stopped yourself. The ship was in a watery area next to the set of tubes.

There were a lotta passageways, a woman whose 'mother' had built this structure was very adept at manuvering through it. I tried to jump to her but fell, the rabbit-man said that this was my last healing then left, the dream faded into the next.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:30 PM

June 26, 2003

Summer Game Camp

We were coming back from a summer camp at school where we were playing a game, kinda like Jedi Knight II. The creator of the game had just done a test, I had made some suggestions and was rewarded.

At first the game was in a window, then it slowly and weirdly switched to fullscreen.

It had been free to pay, but was going to be pay to play, and I was still on my free-account.

My parents and I were walking home on branches, I stopped and jumped to the ground when they started going in circles, they were struggling onward. Then I woke up.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:41 PM

June 25, 2003

Fun and Games after School

I was at the first day of school, sitting at my computer oddly enough, in a building that looked like my house. I wasn't doing much of anything, and my computer's screens were blacked, although I could control iTunes with the keyboard anyway.

I was excused for the day, then, walking out of the house, pasted some info into a iCab window. I was then with a group of other people outside. We got into a truck, most of us looked like cats or dogs. One fluffy dog was hanging from the top of my seat, while another tiny dog was also with us.

We drove about a bit before we were emerged in a virtual reality. We were fighting various enemies with replenishing stacks of melee or thrown weaponry. Each time one was used, it would shatter. I was holding my set of weird daggers in each hand, throwing them. The game evidentially was for both PC and Mac.

We had to let our eq warm up at first, as it was frozen when the game started, and would not move. At one point during the game one of my teammate hit me with his thrown weapon.

After we won we played around with the other controls, like sending email to each other.

When I started to wake up I thought I was coming out of the VR, and, so, moved my head a bit and went back in. Woke up a little later for real.

Really need to improve my early-in-the-night recall...

Posted by Trevor Savage at 10:13 PM

June 23, 2003

Investigation

We were wandering about a museum with weapons, weird technology and such, killings of ancient bodies had occurred, we were speculating, I thought it was a person with many metal appendages in place of arms and possibly legs, others hypothesized that it was two people with high-tech suits and such, ony which was missing a leg or something.

It was quite spooky, and we started amassing weapons, some of which, although ancient, were designed to kill or defend against some of the monsters which had evidentially been unleashed.

Some of our group crawled off over some boxes to examine some victims, which one person said were probably all of low standing, as she had seen this type of crime before. Sho also thought all of the supernatural stuff to be invalid.

A monster was heard approaching, and we picked up our ancient weaponry, I had a large shield. Then someone tried to throw a helm to us as the monster appeared, but it hit the monster in the head. The monster's head then fell off, the dream began to dissolve and I woke myself, kinda consciously as I saw the dream dissolve.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:35 PM

June 20, 2003

School Day

Remembered this after sitting down in front of my computer. I remember a few parts, but there might have been more.

Another school day. Argh. I hoped that this was the last one, especially since it really interrupts the summer break that was going on for the last few weeks. Anyway, I had also, for some reason, brought along my black backpack, which contained a lot of my electronics and such.

I along with some of the other boys in my class were sitting on the yellow parking-spot concrete pieces for cars. We were talking and such, generally passing time, when a teacher or somesuch came along, and told us to slide the yellow-concrete thingies back into position. They were only fastened on one side, and had slid away. Shane decided not to comply and responded instead "But I have constables and latin in my pockets.", constables being a word that escapes memory.

Then, we were trying to cause each other pain with sticks, jabbing each other in the groin with them. I was running, and got caught, then dived across the road, in front of a car, to pick up one which had been thrown over there. I then jumped all the way to behind my assailant, breaking his stick in the process several times over.

While we were in school there had evidentially been a hurricane, and we had to pass through a giant set of wooden doors behind which everyone was waiting onto a flimsy bridge-boat, which took us to a carrier ship where most of the cars were waiting. Some cars were in the water, and navy ships were taking these students to their ride.

Anyway, I walked, frightened, over the flimsy bridge, then found my ride and hopped in. One of my classmates was already there, which I disregarded at the time but which was quite strange.

Anyway, annoyed that they let the storm come up, I began digging in my electronics bag to check that everything was ok. I pulled out my Archos case, but saw that my archos was already on. I tried to use it, but then realized that the controls weren't in the right places- it was a different model!

When we got home I used the archos to sign on his AIM account, and talked to his friends in a chat room a bit. "Who am I?" didn't get any useful response, but "How can I find out who I am?" got "Why don't you check your contact into?". Sure enough, when I did, I found the person's phone number.

I called on the Archos, and talked with his Mom for a bit, explaining the situation. Then the Archos's batteries went dead, and the dream faded out...

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:10 PM

June 18, 2003

The Jail Museum

We were in jail where two people we knew were serving 30 minuets of jailtime, which they were no stranger to. They were released, and, ignoring the staff's protests, we began to explore the jail.

We made our way to a museum, with various exhibits, and, at one point, as my classmates seems to be with me now, I was with Shane and Matthew. Shane proceeded to fly some 747-ish plane around, while Matthew got into some sort of "flying" suit, which we timed him as staying in for 43 minuets or so, using the vastly accurate process of assuming that he got in at the start of the hour. (must get to wearing and checking my actual watch more.)

We then continued to walk through, and saw a number of exhibits, such as a "Miracles of Science" exhibit.

Several times, I was with some random assortment of classmates and other people, either running through the halls with ropes, or riding some trolly thingy around in a blalent violation of the rules.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 1:22 PM

June 17, 2003

Car Trip

This dream had a very anime-ish look to it, and seems to only be a part of a dream.

I was in the back seat of a high-tech car, having accepted an offer of a ride somewhere, with two women occupying the front seats. The car was speeding down the highway, and driving itself...

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:19 PM

Family Trip

This one had a sifi/anime feel/look.

My family was planning to go out to eat, and I went out early after making some comments about the location. I managed to get past some evil people trying to hijack the facility, and was then hired by the owner and turned into a super-powerful-ish being, then I meet back up with my parents, was 'healed' of my power, and then was re-hired.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:14 PM

RPG Class

I was in a class, taught by one of the teachers at my school, with the rest of my classmates. It was RPG-ish, and you had to select either to be a warrior or archer, and you got either a dagger or a bow. Several fish were thrown in your general direction, some catching on wires and such. Then we ate cupcakes, and were offered drinks.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:11 PM

Helping Out At School

I had just walked out of a hallway, leading from a rather different place, and emerged in an area that looked somewhat like my school, with a number of the faculty there as well. I had been here sevral times before in the dream to meet someone, and was looking for them now, but could not find them. I was taken by one of the teachers to help out in their project: to find any boardgames that were lost in the rain.

I picked up sevral and was going to take them inside, but was instructed to lay them down. After picking up some more, I think I wandered off, looking, down into the dark wooded area.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:08 PM

June 11, 2003

Vegetation Transportation

And then, while typing the first, this popped to mind!

I'd told someone I wanted to do something with them, but then they immediately fled. I started to look for them, but could not find them. I saw someone I evidentially knew on the "elevator", which looked kinda like the falling-mushrooms in Sonic. I had a very hard time getting on; why I didn't just walk on I don't know. There was evidentially a pathway of leaves or something beside it, and I walked down those and tried to jump on from there.

I'm too lazy to do a proper drawing, so here's a little idea of what it looks like: roomdream.png

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:14 PM

Pizza Warming Tree

Woah. Just woke up, with only one though in my mind: "Guided by the light of the project we live", which seems to be totally nonsensical. I stayed laying there for a bit, and suddenly i was thinking - that wasn't a dream, but this was, so why am I recalling that?- and then it plopped back down into my head!

First, I was at the form for joining up again with a web-based game, kinda like http://www.nukezone.nu/. I was looking through the family choices, and had rather decided to sabotage whichever that I joined. I picked spells that would work well for the job, and choose the name "con+ra", deciding that it extended to "contraband". Then I choose a family and was off...

Then, in something of a sub-dream, dad was driving me evidentially to the house. "we've installed some new features" he said. Which was quite true. First, we passed what looked like the house, but it was very boarded up. Then, as we were going exceedingly fast, we rammed through a large sheet of plastic. Then a sheet of wood. Finally, turning to avert a collision, we stopped near what was the house.

Then the rest of the dream continued. I had bought a pizza to take to the new family- peperoni with one slice also bearing mushrooms, and we put this in the tree out front, which was quite multi purposed. It had pizza warmers, and was also the home of a three-eye green slug, owned by the person who had driven me there (no longer anyone I knew). The slug had used to be a horse, but something nasty must've happened to it, and someone had thoughtfully brought it back here to live out it's years.

The house still looked rather like mine. At first the leader, looking kinda like a former teacher of mine, was wary of me- probably because of my suspicious choice of spells- but then she turned into a cat. There was a small garden by the house as well.

Another person then came out and started getting mad.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 12:10 PM

June 8, 2003

RPG

I had created a RPG, heavily based on a set of (almost magical) playing pieces. You could drop items, such as swords and gold, on your player's piece to pick them up and such. There was also a non-item compass piece, and several other types of pieces. I had just discovered a bug where sometimes, for some reason, you couldn't pick up items.

Once, while beta testing, I had barely managed to defeat a monster and picked up the loot-50 or so "Falcoms" (scimitar-ish sword?), leaving some for my team mates. After this, I decided to move the beta testing of the RPG closer to where I lived, as opposed to out in California, which was on the other side of the continent.

The previous location was on a dry sandy area, with very large crab legs sticking out of the soil. Occasionally it would look, instead, like my bed.

I was planning on hosting further games in a really neato local pizza place, right down the street from my house (oddly enough, there isn't one there IRL), or another local eatery, such as the mexican one.

So, I quickly loaded all the pieces and such into my hands, apprehensive of the crab-legs, which had receded into the ground for the moment, and began my journey. At some point, a rolled up piece of paper appeared around them, and I could hold them much easier. I arrived at my home without any hassle.

Then, people began to complain about the change. They said I was inviting abuse, and that atleast in the previous location (some-powerful-group-here) held some sway over the participants, making them not want to do anything bad.

I began to feel angry-ish, for, although others had evidentially written the core story for the game, I had filled in with many additions which I felt were creative and original.

Posted by Trevor Savage at 4:15 PM

August 19, 2002

immersed in a game

Well, I was asleep last night, like usual, and I find myself just walking around this area, not doing much of anything, when suddenly a thought comes into my mind: "Hey, where's the music? My gosh, I'm really immersed in this game...". As my mind trail on and I continue wandering, another thought enters my mind with a dose of panic: "Oh SHOOT, I can't get out!". My mind continued to run around in panic as I stood still, until I finally, with a relieved sigh, realized: "Oh, good, it's a dream, not a game!".

Am I dreaming? Or gaming? Or playing a dream? Or dreaming a game?

Posted by Trevor Savage at 2:55 PM