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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
I was a small child of around 8 or so, and my mother wanted to smuggle me to school, as I evidentally wouldn't be allowed to go otherwise.
In order to hide the fact, we painted a bunch of barrels which were behind the house, on a cliff overhanging the beach, yellow. We then put them in the sea to make our heighbors, on the other side of it, to think that my mother, a murderer, was trying to escape.
Then we went down the beach to her ex-husband's house, and me him on the way. He looked rather like Bowser, although his skin might've been more of a grey. Entering his castle, he wanted to kill me at first. A group of dwarves, spinning stones on strings, came up and tried to kill me, but their stones just bounced off.
A young guard named Michal tried to bash into me with a boulder, but, inexplicably, he just bounced back off, quite forcibly and getting injured in the process. Later, Michal again tried to kill me, trying to knock me into the pit in the room with his pitchfork, but I grabbed onto the rope bridge. Slowly climbing back up, the ex-husband knocked Michal into the pit and then everyone left to go pick him up from the beach, which the pit emptied to.
I was riding in a car with a number of other people from some group I was a part of. Suddenly the car stopped for some reason, and we got out.
One of the people there pointed a gun at us and pressed the trigger repeatedly, but didn't have any bullets. Muttering that we weren't worth the $.60 that a bullet would cost, he said that he'd use a cheaper method. Going to the trunk, he got out a fake red rose. The stem extended as he wrapped it around our legs and hands, until we were all tied together.
Looking at my Instant Messenger screen, I could see that Carth, my wife,'s icon was blinking with an exclamation point, and I realized that she knew I was in danger. Suddenly, a large explosion went off, and I figured I was dead.
Dazed, I looked around and realized that I was at the beach I had been to earlier, and that my son was on my back. Running out of the water, noone seemed to notice me, even though were both naked.
Reaching the street connected to the beach, I saw a few people, one of which I recognized to be me. The other was my wife, and the other a friend. They all looked futeristic, and had some weird rollerblade type system on their feet, and were rather young.
They soon entered a building which looked somewhat like a theater, and after getting through the foyer they began to discuss a game that Carth was playing. My friend didn't seem to like it, while Carth loved it. It seemed to be some sort of card battling game, but possibly more complex and using a computer screen for the battling, which took place on a large grid.
(weird person I was there - had a totally different life and name. odd that the wife uses one of my roleplaying names, too.)
I was sitting around the house, bored and not doing much of anything, so Mom decided to take me to get my hair cut. I didn't realize this was her intention, so I went along, eager to do something different.
When we got to the location, I saw that it was a boat ramp, with several boats tied up to the side. The old lady who was to cut my hair was standing on one of these boats. Realizing why we were here, I paniced and said that I didn't want to do this.
Stepping off of the boat, I had released one of the ropes holding the boat, and had to lean over to reattach it. Fleeing the area, I soon joined a number of other people who were fleeing from someone. The view was like that in Super Mario RPG, and we looked like some of the various enemies in it. I was a 'scout'.
We hid in two closets that were attached to the main passage, the most in one and a few of us in the other.
I opened a closet inside of the closet and stuffed myself in, turning into a ball of fluff and then hiding under a bunch of sheets and comforters. Coming out after a while, the others in the closet were still there. I decided to leave, and found that those in the other closet had already done so.
Walking to my house, I saw a classmate, who commented that they had the same shirt I was wearing, ThinkGeek's Camel Code shirt. I was very surprised, thinking that no one in my class would have similar interests. I was then further impressed as they began to write a post to a message board about unix 'threads' while holding up weird pieces of thread.
I was walking somewhere so that I could look at someone's evidentially nifty comic, which had been presented to his class each day since the teacher had noticed it.
Walking up to the ancient Mac which was on a folding table, I tried to figure out how to access it. Opening a bare-bones web browser, I looked through the bookmarks, but didn't notice anything relevant. However, I then saw a line with instructions on accessing the comic. One had to type '%comic##' into the address bar, and the numbered comic would appear.
Typing '%comic01' in, I was presented with an image of two red-skinned hominoids having sex. Figuring that this couldn't be the comic, I continued to search.
Some other people then entered the area and began to move the folding tables and wooden poles which boxed them in to another side of the tent. I started helping them with the moving. Extinguishing some lamps on a table full of them which I was about to move, I decided that all people should be required to put out the lamps after they were done with them.
Along with some other people who had been moving the tables, I marched out to a circular area outside of the tent, to put forth my idea for the colony. Those who opposed the ideas, a number of which were wearing bikinis over or under their clothes, came filing into the area as well. We fought, and they won.
During the fight, my teeth were injured and began to ache. I couldn't believe that anyone would go against such a simple and good idea.
I was sitting in a room on the second story of a house, while a classmate was luring in some businessmen or lawyers who were currently in the hall outside. After they were inside the room, she left, and I soon followed.
When we were safely out, we trapped the businessmen inside and descended to the lower level. My classmate left, implying that I should kill the people trapped upstairs.
I had a tupperware container which let me look in on the room and see what they were doing, which I did so periodically while I paced the rooms. Finally, I stepped on a chest in my room so that I could reach the hole cut into the ceiling, leading to the second floor. However, I couldn't reach the hole and soon gave up, wandering in the house again.
Eventually, some other people came into the house, and we opened the tupperware container together. Looking in, we saw that there were just a few shrimp inside, and determined that they had decayed into a lower form of organism. I was then content that my job was done.
(had to get up earlier during the weekend, but my dream recall on low sleep levels does seem to be improving.)
I was 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.
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.)
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.)
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.)
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.)
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.
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.
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.
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,