Dream 1 I had a dream about my friend John back from when we studied at uni. I can't remember the specifics but we were hanging out and I think it was a nice dream. His dog Banjo was with us I think. Dream 2 Another dream about some mates, it included my friend Dylan. I think he was having a smoke or something and we were outside a brick house, it kind of reminded me of a school court next to the brick classroom.
1. I was outside of school in the B parking lot, and it was dark outside. The parking lot was heavily crowded with people and it was as though a concert was about to begin. I was standing with my friends Patrick, Dylan, and Trey next to a red car that was parked. We talked for a bit and while we did, my foot actually slipped and slammed into the side door of the red car. Moments later Patrick ended up hitting the car harder than I did, and this made the car alarm go off. I thought that I had made the car alarm go off, and Patrick just touched the car at the exact time that it went off, but I wasn't sure. Immediately as the car alarm went off, we all started running away from the car. Everyone in the parking lot ran away from it as well. I remember running past a huge yellow storage truck. Everyone ended up running into the A parking lot- the closest one to the school. As I made it over here I got detached from my friends and ended up talking to some random black dude. He invited me to go somewhere, more specifically he wanted me to follow him I think. I then remember being in a big grassy field, and behind me I could see a huge concert stage with all the lights and everything. I think we ended up riding bikes around or something. 2. I was at a gas station at night time, and I remember stealing something. The police made a huge deal out of it and ended up searching for the criminal, and they didn't know it was me. Later on I went to my house and went up into my room, it was still nighttime. A police officer came into my house and asked a few questions to my parents and searched the house for evidence. My name was brought up and I remember thinking, "Nah, they'll never know it was me", and remaining completely relaxed. My sister came upstairs later and I talked to her for a little bit.
Shared Dreaming Halloween Party Heather, Tyler and I live in my old house. It’s early morning, like three a.m. or so. Tyler and Heather decide to go outside for a walk and a little adventure. I am getting some layers on because it’s cold out but they’re already out the door. I yell at them and they don’t stop, so I have to run up to them to catch them. We are walking around and it seems to be Halloween. There are kids everywhere and a stop sign has a plastic decorative ghost-stop sign decal taped over it. I want to make the O of it into an eyeball, so I take a permanent marker out of my pocket and “grow” tall enough to vandalize it quickly. I can’t “ungrow” so I’m tall for a long time. (Heather dreamed that there was a person that was very tall all throughout her dream). We discuss which way to go and we think about downtown which in my dream-mind’s eye looked how it does when I dream of it, as if the area is semi-static on the dream plane. There is no transition that I remember, though both of these fragments "feel" as if they are part of the same dream. I am dumpster diving behind Tyler’s apartment with Marilyn Manson as a teenager. We go through one of the back doors of the restaurants that line the brick wall of dumpsters. On the other side is a big house party. I feel completely lost among Marilyn Manson fans and gothic kids. I walk around the place and the living room is Heather’s living room. Heather is laying on her couch taking up two spaces; Adam is sitting on the third space. I go over and lay on Heather, so relieved to have her here when I thought I was alone. She gets red and starts getting up, pushing me off of her. She’s embarrassed to be with me in front of Adam. I’m sick of that feeling so I walk into the kitchen and start eating cupcakes. Dylan, my ex-boyfriend is at the party. I decide to take revenge on Heather by telling him we can go out again. He is ecstatic, to a point where I am annoyed. It’s not worth it. The whole time I am at the party, he’s trying to say things to me to make me really love him again. I take him outside, where it’s still dark out (though hours have seemed to pass). “I can’t two-time Heather like that,” I say. I try to break up with him and it’s really difficult, only because I know that he will feel like shit after I do. I realize he’s in college and get weirded out for some reason, so it’s easier. I break up with him again and go back into the party. It’s mostly over, as if I had been gone for a long time and it’s now morning. Almost everyone’s gone. Marilyn Manson is yelling at his mom, and I give her a sympathetic glance. I “know” that he used to be nice to her but started to be mean as his persona grew. I walk over to the second living room (not Heather’s). There are giant seats that sink in a lot. I sit in one and find a gold key that Heather wears. Instantly, I know that Heather made out with Adam in this chair. I text her “found your key”, which will let her know that I know what she did. I’m upset. I look around the room. Everything is being picked up. A girl is throwing these giant cellophane carrots away. An extremely young version of my grandmother is picking up most of the trash and stuffing it in a trash bag. She gets really upset that the girl is throwing the carrots away and starts yelling at her because they are full of “goodies”. I remember that my grandmother is a highly spiritual person and wonder why she is getting so upset, losing her temper over a trivial thing. She goes into another room to clean up there. A few guys sitting around the breakfast table are talking about the newspaper mascot, Happy. It’s a black dog who is severely depressed. “Never try to make Happy happy. Everyone knows he’s sad so it’s insulting to him,” one of the guys says. He gives me a page of the newspaper. I held the paper out about a foot in front of me. An article had been strangely bolded and unbolded and when you can see all of the words, the boldness of the letters reveals a black ink dog made of words. His tail was the darkest part. I throw it into the trashbag. I see a few Jenny Lewis calendar posters, really quality black and white, thick paper. I start taking them out. A woman sitting in one of the deep comfy chairs starts talking to me about Waterville’s mascot, a parrot named Waterlou. (Heather had a dream about mascots.) My grandmother walks out of the room and smiles at me. I see that her temper was very in the moment and she was easily brought out of it.
"What are you, president of his fan club?" "Hehehe... no. That would be your mother!" ~ Conversation between the Scout and the Spy, from Team Fortress 2's Meet the Spy My friend Dylan loves FPS games. I also enjoy them, especially online multiplayer games like Team Fortress 2. Anyway, I was at Dylan's house playing his Xbox 360 together. I turned to him and asked him if I could borrow his The Orange Box video game set so I could get the games as well. He was reluctant at first, but then he gave in. Victory! Then, my mother came into Dylan's house and began to bicker with me about going home. So close... soooo close...
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