Cynical

Sorry for the hiatus, those of you who read this. Just didn't feel motivated to upload these.

October 18, 2011

I truly remember little to nothing about my dream, except that I was on Netflix, and that I accidentally clicked on a movie titled "Jimmy the Pervert", with an image of a boy who looked 14. It was also the greatest movie I ever remember seeing.

October 19, 2011

Crazy stupid things.

October 20, 2011

This dream involved a boardwalk, and I was with my dad for whatever reason. There were a shitload of stores, and each of them was huge, their own world. There was a space one that played a pretty major role in the dream, but there was also a marine one as well. I think my dad died in the dream somewhere.*

October 21, 2011

I loved this dream. I'm not sure how far back I can remember, but the first thing I remember is that I was in a megaman game, and there was some crazy glitch, *where I couldn't fight the boss. There are some fragments after that, like someone hiding under a desk. The next part of the dream I remember is being in a Worms match, with over 100 worms against me and Brianna. There were a bunch of layers, as in there were 10 enemy worms in one layer, and once they were dealt with, we'd move forward a layer. Eventually there were four enemy worms somewhere, but the fog hid them in other layers. We had fun killing them.*

The last thing I remember before waking up is Barry and I playing call of duty physically, with sniper rifles.*




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October 16, 2011

No recollection.*

October 17, 2011

I'm honestly not sure where this dream came from or why I had this dream. I haven't written dreams down since October 14, which was a school day. See, I write these on the bus to school. *I was planning to write my Friday night dream on Sunday when I was in church, but other things came up.*

My memory of this dream is very vague. I'm going to just post random segments, which is something I didn't want to do.*

In the beginning, I think my whole family was in jail. There were a pair of twins who joined my family, but only one of them went to jail. The other stayed out, and I spent the entire dream wondering if it was the evil one. They also had their own Tommy Guns. I kept thinking about a show I never even watched, The Cramp Twins, though one of them is not blue...nor is the other one.*

*Someone was in the maximum security prison in the middle of the ocean, and I felt this odd desire to rescue him. So, I was driving across the ocean on a motorboat, the free twin was with me, his Tommy Gun ready to shoot.*

*There was a giant white building just...there. When we got closer, a bunch of giant green monsters were there, and his Tommy gun didn't do anything. We just sped past them and reached the gate. *For whatever reason, the gate was open, beckoning us in. Once we got in, I took a look around. The walls around us never seemed to have an end, lengthwise or heightwise. There were jail cells on top of each other and next to each other.*

We began to walk down the hallway, looking for the guy we were here to rescue. As I approached a door, at least one hundred guards greeted us with guns and swords. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a sword longer than my leg. The kid and I fought the guards, in an epic clash. He had to deal with the shooting guards, and no one with a gun tried to shoot anyone with a sword. For some reason, I was pretty good at fighting with a sword, especially against a bunch of highly-trained guards.*

**Once we killed them all, we wandered in to the Big Room. The man we were here to save was lying on a table, tied to it. He was hairy, thin as a bone, and dying. We lifted him on the boat, and escaped. The monsters chased after us, and wouldn't stop gaining speed. So, I threw the kid at them, thinking it to be the evil one. The man and I escaped unscathed.*

There was more to the dream, where I explored the jail in more detail and found some interesting things, but I'm gonna fast-forward to the end.*

I was lying in my bed, when the other twin was on top of me suddenly, yelling "CRAMP TWINNNNNNNN!". Then he shot me.*

October 15, 2011

Another dream where I'm not sure if I had two dreams.*

I had a dream where I was on 4Chan, looking through /x/, and there was a thread about good horror plots. People would write short stories, with images attached. I learned that clicking on them would take me into them, like a Blue's Clues painting or something.*

I will recount my experience with two of those. The first one was called Planet of Calm, and seeing as I wrote this three days after I should have, I can't really recall what freaked me out about this.*

It seemed to be me in an isolated planet, wandering around strangely colored jungles. It was just me. I couldn't hear any movement or see any animals, not even flies. But I never shook the feeling that something was watching me. Something evil.*

The second one was just a creepy dream about an army of clones. Clones of me. They killed me and took over my life.*

This was either a second dream or a continuation of the first. I had a dream I was in my sister's house, the same place I was when I had hallucinations. The house had like, alien geometries. It seemed like there was an endless maze, and I seemed to be in the middle. There was a mounted machine gun there, so I got on. Then waves of monsters attacked, and I had to fend them off.*

October 14, 2011

I'm forgetting some pretty important pieces from the dream I had last night. I'll start from what I believe is the beginning.*

I'm on the school bus, but there's a different bus driver. He looks to be in his twenties. Everyone is talking to him and laughing, while I sit in the back of the bus. He drives us to a Wawa-like store. My dad is there.*

He gives me a $50 bill ( would've been a great reality check) and I end up spending all of it, save for $10. I see a $50 gamestop gift card, and almost cry. Then I notice it's ten dollars. I buy it immediately, and tell the bus driver to hold on to it.*

Eventually I'm the last drop-off, but I ask the driver to take me to the mall.*

"Hey, Mr. Jean, where's my gift card?" I ask.*

He replies, "I threw it out."

"What?! Why?! What the hell is your problem?"

He then assaulted me with a barrage of words that weren't in the English dictionary, all big words that began with "in".*

That's all I remember from that dream. I think there was a zombie apocalypse one, but it escapes me.*

I figure I might recall old dreams I had as a side thing.*

I was shopping at Giant with Brianna and her dad. Somehow, I got lost in the store, and could not find them anywhere. I came across this door, pitch black darkness behind it. I opened it, and wandered down the long hallway. Eventually, I reached a giant room. It was black, but there were glowing patterns everywhere. There were kids all over the place, playing video games on giant tvs, and watching movies on other tvs. There was a collection of DVDs and video games next to each TV.*

This was a hideout or something, and there were bouncers looking at me. There was a giant square made of sofas for people who wanted to talk, and I found Brianna watching some dumb movie with other people.*

Then it burned up.*

October 13, 2011

Some of my friends and I were watching movies on my basement tv. These weren't movies I could make out.

Eventually, we decided to order out for two pizzas. But everyone had to eat dinner. So, they all gave me money, totaling $20, and told me to order two large pizzas. I dial up Pizza Hut, and call them, ordering three larges because there's a special.

Once the pizza gets here, a kid from my Boy Scout troop is knocking on my door with them. Apparently they're using child labor now. (Should've realized this was a damn dream!) He opens my door without my permission, but he has pizza so it's all good.

He starts wandering around asking stupid questions and breaking everything. I take the pizza upstairs and wait for everyone to come back.

I hear chewing upstairs, and have this sinking feeling. I run upstairs, and see my father and brother finishing up the last box of Pizza Hut Pizza. We have a civil discussion.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I ask politely.

"Eating the pizza you bought for us," my father replies.

"Why on earth would I buy you pizza?!"

"It's Father's Day or my birthday or something."

"No, it's not. Even if it was, I'd just buy you a damn special occasion card from the dollar store."

"Hah! You can't even afford a dollar. I ate 17 pizza slices to show you how it feels."

"How what feels? And who ate the other 7 slices? There were 7 people! ..I think."

My brother pipes in, "I ate them."

"Ok, look. My friends gave me $20 to buy these damn pizzas. Once they find out what's happened, I'm toast, you jackass."

My father snickers, "Oh well. I think I hear knocking downstairs. You better go check!"

Indeed, there was loud knocking, a telltale sign of when Jane is knocking for you.

"Have fun," my dad says in a fatherly way.

"You too, guys."

I run to the basement, and open the door. The gang is there, waiting to come in.

"Hey, I'm hungry!"

Everyone says this simultaneously. I look at each of them, with their endearing expressions. I take a deep breath, but almost choke.

"Guys. My dad ate them all."

These words hung in the air, literally. Everyone looks at them in dead silence. I fear for my life. Then, they line up side to side. They each say a number at a time. I realize they are counting down. I start laughing, thinking that they can't hurt me because I'm dreaming. As they close in, my mother skips down the steps somehow, telling me my brother and father had heart attacks.