non-lucid

I dreamed that I found a stash of drugs and used them all. Shortly after, my vision got a weirdly zoomed focus as I was staring at my own face in a mirror which was a complete abomination. My mouth was gigantic and deformed, my eyes dull, dark and insane. Leeches crawled out of my lips and gums, leaving a stinging pain and gory holes emitting short streams of blood. I went to sit by my computer desk, but it was literally covered in dead flies. Covered as in I couldn't see the desk.

I am in my room, except it is bigger and looks like a luxurious house or apartment with walls and rooms and kitchen and panorama windows and a sunset outside and everything, but still with hints of it being my good old room. In the room with me, there's a tall beautiful Asian girl. My head tells me she's my more-or-less forced mate. We're deep in a conversation and she tells me she was something along the lines of an African princess. As we speak, short glimpses of walking through stinky cattle carcasses lined up behind a small hill with thin trees in a grassy area appear before my eyes. The rest of the conversation is very unclear to me, but I somehow appeared on the chair in front of my computer where I was doing work, when I realized I seemed disinterested in what she had to say. I was unsure what she just said to me, so I replied:
"Oh, so how did that go?" She lit a bit up again with the excitement of me being interested and kept talking.

Side note: I believe this dream was caused from me stumbling across this odd video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PiSSDFC3LgA

I was playing a weird sort of table tennis in the very small room before the bathroom in my house. There was a 'dealer' or 'server' who started a round by throwing a ball into the air at the little table in front of me, which I then had to shoot through the door opening into the entrance room, where my old classmate and untrustworthy friend Tobias stood at his own little table. After a few tries I noticed that it would be impossible for me to get the ball to his table, as the direct line between our tables was blocked by the wall and the door frame. I said what I had just noticed and the dream moved to the hallway above the stairway. We now stood a bit closer to each other too, used the same table, but had a piece of paper we each had to hit. I barely managed to serve the ball in a way that even hit my own paper, and never managed to hit his paper as well. I said I was horrible at this, and we stopped the game. I walked toward the stairs, but I noticed an upright case with visible papers in it. The front paper was the drawings I had drawn and hung up on the wall next to my bed to help me lucid dream. On this paper, I had drawn an anchor for stabilization, and an unnatural looking bird creature with markings on it, which is my reality checking bird. Whenever I see this bird, on paper or walking around somewhere, I check to see if I'm dreaming. For some reason though, when I saw the paper in the dream, at first sight it looked like the anchor but with a skull beside it. Tobias asked what I had drawn, so I told him it was a skull. When I got closer, it was just a bunch of doodles, and the skull had turned into the shape of an eye, so I corrected myself to Tobias, it was not a skull, it was an eye.

My sister and I came out of a house in the small village called Holme near our home. I somehow assembled the skeleton of a weird transport vehicle out of random pipes and other metal pieces, and just so, my sister and I got on board with me as a pilot. I pushed off in the direction of our house. Literally pushed off. I had to push the vehicle off the ground with my leg to get it floating, and not long after that, it sunk back down to the ground. Like many other supernatural things in my dreams, the vehicle used hope and belief as fuel, and apparently I didn't believe that it would fly, at least not for it to fly more than very awfully. We did cross a few rooftops however, even though it felt those houses were the size of dollhouses.

#1 My mind is flying around some big bridge-pillar-looking construction, arguing with another person through my thoughts. Weird images flash before my eyes, images that don't really make sense when brought outside my head into words, but I somehow relate to the subject both in the dream and when I think back on the dream. The argument was about whether or not the other person's slave employees should be treated well. I told him to treat them well and give them good and varying food every day, for then they would be motivated to work harder. While talking about the food, my mind shifted around in what I can only explain as some kind of red chain-linked carousel. It showed me the slaves eating and enjoying their varying meals for each step in the carousel. It really makes no logical sense and so it is logically unexplainable.

#2 Along with a few of my classmates, I was walking through a narrow little street with all different kinds of shows on our left. Sock-puppet shows, pie-making, a small fenced bin with touchable animals, although they looked a bit odd. In the bin, there was four animals. I do not remember them except for one. A very long eared rabbit, but it looked more like a girl formed like a rabbit. It looked really weird and I can't explain it. In the background behind the rooftops you could see the big construction from the first dream.

#3 I was sitting in a pizzeria along with a few of my classmates. I felt like we just came from the place we had been in my second dream. We were handed a menu card, which was written onto a raw dough circle smeared with flour. The items on the list were complete gibberish, and I assumed they were named to some sort of common understanding. I had no idea what to pick, and as my classmates picked their food and the waitress joked a bit with my indecisiveness, the time pressure only confused me even more. I ended up picking something that sounded like a pizza. "Capriatto."

I had a fourth dream which was centered around food as well, but I can't remember if it was before, between or after the other dreams. Moral of the story: Don't go to bed hungry.

I wake up in my bed. My teeth hurt. I licked them and felt the texture on their surface wasn't clean and smooth like they are supposed to. There was something dirty on them, leaving them textured and tasting like iron. I walk downstairs to look in a mirror. It's evening, but there is just enough dim light to let me see my mouth. Red of blood, my lips opened to show my deformed and fully blood-covered teeth - at least the few I had. My set of teeth was shaped like a rabbit's. I went into the kitchen where my mother said I must have grabbed and chewed apart this weird salt grinder-like wooden thing while I slept. I went into the living room and sat in the couch with the salt shaker thing in my hands. My father walked in and asked what happened to my teeth, so I explained what I must have been doing while sleeping.

I'm sitting in a bus, looking at my cellphone, which in this dream is an old flippidy-floppedy silver model. The windows are pitch black and the bus is only lit up by the long orange-yellow lamps. The cellphone shows a message I had written to Cecilie a day ago in the dream, which asks her if she would like to go out with me this weekend. I'm about to write something to discard or excuse my message, when someone on the seat on the opposite side of the bus to my left says:
"I would love to go out with you this weekend," and there sits Cecilie in all her blonde glory, almost like she was illuminated by some holy light. Her voice made me feel relieved and ecstatic. She was beautiful, but she looked.. older.
"Where would you like to take me?" she asks and moves onto the seat next to me. The more I looked at her face, the less attractive she was. For each time I looked at her face, it looked more worn and old, yet in very subtle steps. Imagine a meth addict whose skin gradually turns ugly. She ended up looking like a different person, and I'm not sure, but I think her blonde hair got a few shades closer to light brown.
"I'm not sure. Any suggestions?" I reply.
"We'll find out," she ensures. We spend the rest of the dream browsing images on my cellphone.

Side note: I did once ask this if she was doing anything in the following weekend. She was busy but I backed down when she couldn't understand I wanted to ask her out. Looking back at how she had treated me even before I tried to ask her out (and even worse after), although I didn't realize it at the time, I think it was a good idea not to pull through.

The clock was 2 am when I decided to go outside and take a run into town, which is about 5-6 miles away in real life. It wasn't dark outside like it usually is after 6pm at this time of the year, instead there was a beautiful summer sunset. When I ran up the hill outside our house I felt light as a feather. The road into town had changed; it was full of tall pinetrees and people drove like crazy because they apparently didn't expect anyone at this time of the day (even though the traffic was higher than it usually is on those roads). I quickly got into Ebeltoft, still light as a feather, and arrived at Jernbanegaden, which is a downhill road with shops and houses on each side. It was different though; it was a lot longer and it looked more big-city and middle-eastern at the same time. Every house and entrance was made of stone and stood up to the road, not leaving much view other than the road and the buildings. As I ran down the road, I basically floated. At this time, the sky was light-blue, cloudy, but a glimpse later, it was pitch black and I was standing at a bar with two girls named Mette and Amalie. There was another girl, but I don't remember who that was. They handed me a plate with food, then placed a sausage on it and told me to eat. I said I was thinking of going into the restaurant owned by one of my mother's mothers instead (she was adopted, has a biological and adoptive mother). They agreed to go with me.

I found a mine full of TNT-blocks, which in this case is a very precious mineral. My mine is placed underwater in a pocket of air. I dig a block out and take it with me to a "meeting" where I try to sell it. To get out of the pocket of air, I must put tension in my back muscles and jump. This causes me to jump incredibly high, into the water above the pocket. At the meeting, other than the TNT block, I also show some other kind of TNT-"product" which is blue and can be split into more parts.
I give a block of TNT to a man as a gift and get another person to approach him, acting like the person wants to buy the TNT from him: "I don't have much, but can I get it for $50,000?". This is to trick the man into thinking the TNT is much more valuable than it really is, so that I can sell my TNT to him for way more than it is worth later.

I was at a dinner party where everyone except me were Italian. I didn't understand anything of what they were saying, so I just went around and burned time. As I do so, I notice that a person is trying to put me in a bad light. A different person asks me if I could check someones bag to see whether his phone was in it. Without thinking, I go ahead and do it, until I realize he's making me look like I'm trying to steal, so I stop and walk to the other end of the room. I notice the person trying to put me in a bad light is whispering in peoples ears, and I now have a lot of Italians sending me mean gazes. They each separately come over and yell something at me in Italian, and I try to explain that the two people were just trying to make me look bad. Nobody listens.

#1 Racing through Trackmania-like obstacles, loops and such, but with speedboats. My classmates appeared as my opponents for this year's annual race, which happened to take place on a very nice and sunny day. After being the first to complete the track on water, with my classmates right behind me, we left our boats and ran onto land. The race went into a big abandoned hotel. As I entered the building, I noticed it was very dark. Looking out of its windows, it appeared that it had now suddenly turned night. A few light bulbs lit up the labyrinthy corridors here and there, but not even enough to cover half of the shadows. I heard a lot of strange noises, and saw some shady figures, but never got a clear sight of what was hiding, just waiting for us to approach. One of my classmates clung to me, which I found was somewhat an annoyance. We went up a flight of stairs and to the left, where we were met by the moans and screams of something that had just started chasing us. I didn't get a look at it before it came out of the darkness, but I had an idea of it being a humanoid creature, possibly similar to what one might find in the Dead Space games. We ran for our lives back past the flight of stairs, where I now noticed a set of numbers, but this time we ran to the right. I passed a chair which had a body in it, laying completely motionless and in a position as if it had plumped down from the ceiling in a lying position and just landed on the chair (arms sticking out to the sides, legs stiffly in front of the chair, sitting off the edge of the chair). I didn't have the balls to look it in the face to find out whether it was alive, or if it was one of my classmates - knowing it could suddenly spring up and scare me - so I just ran past it. We figured the set of numbers was the place we had to go for the race, but we didn't get a specific letter (the hotel had some special mirrored room-number system so the right half had the same room numbers as the left half), so we weren't sure whether we had to run back to the left of the flight of stairs or take the door leading out to the fire escape. We decided not to go back to the creatures, and just wanted to get out of that hotel. When we got outside, it was indeed night time. We got to the ground, and noticed the host of the race as well as the remaining participants sitting in the lobby watching an old movie on a projector. Apparently three classmates were lost in the hotel and the race was called off.

I woke up after this part, but it continued in another dream.

#2 The host and I went to search the hotel for the missing classmates. As we entered each room, the host had to do something with his briefcase before we could continue, often resulting in a creature creeping up on us and scaring the shit out of us by screaming from behind when we least expected it. I was scared shitless of creatures hiding somewhere in the rooms we entered, such as behind curtains, in the bathrooms, or behind the bathroom curtains, so I checked every possible hiding spot. We never found the missing classmates.

Standing on the road outside my old school, a man stood with a gun pointed to my face. I had friends around me, trying to discourage the man from shooting me. The man tried to keep his self-control, but had to take his rage out on something. He fired two bullets off into the dog by my friend's feet. The friend sunk to her knees to catch the dog before it hit the ground, and started wailing. The man ran off and I swore to take revenge. Next thing I know, I'm stalking him down the street. The man crosses a crosswalk and we end up inside a building formed like a long hallway, but split up in rooms. I catch up to the man and put the gun in his mouth. As I'm about to pull the trigger however, I realize there are a lot of people looking at us. I take the gun out of his mouth and drag him along to find a room rid of people. We pass a group of people who were waiting for something and therefore staring at us. They seemed a year or two younger than me. We get into a room that looks like a theater. I point my gun to his face, ready to blow his head off. A girl behind me grabs my leg with what I can only explain as two long bamboo sticks. Imagine taking a scissor again paper, turning the scissor sideways and trying to cut. It doesn't cut through the paper - it bends the paper. That's what happened to my leg. The girl said that the man was her cousin, and told me to drop the gun. That scissor thing was uncomfortable as hell, so I did what she said. I left the room in shame. A pretty cute-looking blonde girl with freckles from the group of waiting people called me and stroke up a conversation with me. I went over and sat next to her to talk. I noticed a lot of plastic cups and a jug of water on the table in front of us, so I leaned in to grab a cup. I put it down to the table to allow for pouring water in it, but turns out there was water in it, which splashed up everywhere. I burst out laughing when she yelled the Danish equivalent of "you dick!" Still laughing I responded "that was not on purpose."

In this dream I was a worker at a big skyscraper, which housed a bank. I worked at the second highest floor, but always accidentally took the elevator to the highest floor, took a few steps in, realized I wasn't where I was supposed to be, then turned around and felt like an idiot. My coworkers were feeling precarious due to riots outside. People were pissed at the bank for some reason. I would get down to my floor, where my desk was placed next to the big panorama window. The room reflected the dark, blue, rainy weather outside. I heard a big explosion from downstairs. I rushed downstairs out of the building where I met Jesse running along with some other rioters. "Jesse what are you doing?!" I said angrily. He protested that what the bank did was bullshit and ran away. I looked up at the skyscraper. A big piece of the building's middle floors had been blown away and the surrounding area was full of fire and glowing hot metal. I took the elevator back up. Wrong floor again. Turned around and went down to my own floor. The middle part of the building had been repaired. I sat at my desk to drink a cup of coffee, when I heard yet another explosion. I rushed down, but no damage had been done. I asked at every floor if everyone was alright. Nothing seemed to have happened, until I got to the second bottom floor. Several people were lying motionless on the floor, except for one person seated in an office chair in the corner of the room. I took a closer look at the people on the floor. Identical female mannequins equipped with horsetails and eyeballs with blue iris. All their eyes turned to look at me. I continued down to the bottom floor as if that was normal, where two other identical female mannequins were sitting on bar stools looking out of the window by the door. They turned their heads to look at me.

Crusin' down the Dråby street on the bus with a female friend of mine. We get off at a stop, where she drops her empty can of soda on the ground. Semi-jokingly, I tell her she's polluting the earth, to which she aggressively responds in an offended manner that the cans are recycled organically. I feel ashamed for being wrong. We walk down into center Dråby, where someone placed a pizzaria. We walk down the back alley, where I see a girl's long forum post ranting about a bunch of things which I agreed with. She mentions how people never put their time into any creative projects out of free will, and gives me as an example to the opposite. She says "I kinda like him for that". Just as I realize I might have found a perfect girl for me, the dream ends.

I was in a tank, Battlefield 3 style, battling a different tank. I missed my first two shots. A good two seconds later, I got a feed of random kills

MIKKEL JAVELIN player1
MIKKEL SUN player2
MIKKEL SUN player3
MIKKEL SUN player4
MIKKEL SUN player5

Which didn't make much sense, as I didn't fire a javelin and you can't use the sun to kill people.
I then saw in a replay camera how I got those kills. Someone fired a javelin at a player. The player caught the javelin missile in his hand. Then came my tank projectile which hit next to him, blowing up the javelin missile and everything around him. I think I killed Chuck Norris.