Omnius Deus' clever way to say dream journal

[Original Poster]

Okay so my dream last night motivated me to make one of these again so I don't know how good I'll be at updating it, but it's being updated now. Last night I had a dream that started off with me being homeless in the town of Ashland, Or. Not surprising since I am technically homeless whenever I visit my friends in that town and will be for some time. Anyway moving on, there was this group of people that looked like seniors in college and the hot one with the boyfriend liked to talk an inch away from my mouth as if to make her bf jealus that she kept complaining about. SO I don't remember exactly how we got separated except that I just wasn't acting cool enough for them. Then I went to my friend Gregg's dorm room because for some reason in the dream he was in a dorm again, and we smoked bowls but I'm banned from the dorms and some RAs saw me and said they had to call security so I had to leave and pull some tricky maneuvers because the cops were in the building looking for me. Failed to do a RC though, even though because of time in the dorms while banned I was inflicted with PTSD and had dream nearly every night of the cops being after me for months afterward. So somehow I ended up starting some sort of rebellion at my school against the establishment. Not a big one, it was really just whispers and me being outspoken. Well the girl from earlier ended up confronting me about it. She said something like, "How many rebels have you recruited?" and I said "all of them... eventually." Then she summoned three mofos to fight me, and one of them was a fatty golem that I pinned this other mofo between so he would get hit instead of me. As soon as he fell she joined in and I had to fight her off in this really intense battle where she did crazy stuff as some advanced mage or something, like jump over me and transform into a stone like Kirby from SSB. I was too good for her, though, and eventually she just passed out.

[Jeff777]

Nice...dreams, keep 'em coming

[Original Poster]

Well last night I had a wierd videogame parody. My friend was an evil character, and I was good, but we still doing all the same quests. There was this one part where we raided a dungeon for some powerup that we needed for this turmoil taking place at some altar on an island. So we rested inside there since it was a safe place, took off all our armor and crap. When it was time to go he was being hella pushy about how long it was taking me to put my armor on because the pwer-up wouldn't last forever and we'd miss out chance. We were about to step out to fight hordes upon hordes of enemies though, and i wasn't about to let myself go unprepared.

[Original Poster]

Last night I was playing some game kind of like the movie ladder 49 where we had to rescue a fellow firefighter from a burning building. My friend Gregg and I were playing co-op and it was pretty cool trying to think of which way to go in a burning building and stuff but I forget how but we totally lost and had to respawn at start. He wanted to play through it again but I didn't so I told him we were dreaming and proved it to him by telling him to plug his nose. Yeah, that's how I went lucid. So then we were walking along and saw a rocket launcher on the ground. He picked it up and shot it at a tree, pretty tight. Anyway then I had a false awakening, RCed as I always do when I wake up or think I wake up, and got right to summoning my subconscious to ask some important questions about my inner workings. Then... BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE! went my mom's vaccuum and I woke up. I RCed again but it succeeded this time, I had really woken up.

[Original Poster]

Last night I have two dreams that I can recall. The first somehow involved my friends and I deciding to pretend to be the Blue Man group except the crowd really thought we were the blue man group and then when they found out we weren't because we couldn't play any instruments we had to think fast to keep them entertained and ended up running an entire show full of comedy and whatever popped into our heads. The only joke I remember telling was noticing there were a lot of gaps in the audience so I told everybody to move up to the front and watch, and then when they got there I noticed there was just too much open space behind them so I told them to spread out. They abided like sheep. Also somehow I got a head injury. I don't know what that means I just remember being backstage at one point and someone was like, "Did you know you're bleeding from the back of the head?" Then I had a dram where I was at this homies house I crashed at for two weeks a couple months ago and the thing that really stuck out was that there were just tons and tons and tons of ganja. Everybody had some. I get high in my dreams all the time but I don't actually feel it, I get distracted by something and forgot that I smoked. It's gotten to the point where I don't even remember what getting high actually feels like.