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I had a few cool dreams last night. In one I was playing this video game and I was trying to beat some bonus levels that there were no walkthroughs for. (Random, yes, but whatever.) I'm pretty sure it was a Zelda game, but on the computer.
The next dream I was mad at my dad because he was being a dick, it was raining inside the house, and the rain was washing away the clothes I folded. I emailed my mom because Dad was being a bitch... and... I don't really remember the rest.
The next dream was ... based off of Saw and Saw II or something. There were these huge undergroundish rooms filled with deadly traps like buzz saws, gooze, spikes that drop down to kill you if you walk to slowly over a pressure/motion sensitive strip... The point was to get through a bunch of these rooms and get a series of weapons left by the kings (or some equivalent) of something or other until you had all the old weapons and the most recent ones, and that made you the new king. It wasn't me in the dream -- I mean I was in it at some point fighting with my brother because he was playing around with the maneating gooze, but the main dream was about someone else -- and this guy got all the weapons and became the new king... and then he forged his own new set of weapons and started making his own trap chamber to challenge the next person who tried to become king.
And I had like a midget dream where I was back at Gramsie's and I painted this poster to hang on my wall... some little phrase about freedom with my name underneath it o.o
And the last dream was like a meld of Smallville and Buffy and something else entirely. I was like a soldier at war, but I was me... maybe a little older, though... and there were these androids that were most of the war's intelligence because they received and printed out messages from soldiers and stuff. The androids looked mostly human, but most of them didn't have real personalities and they had lots of shit programmed in keeping them in line and devoted to our side of the war... but there was one that was programmed that way, and it was Spike. XD Well, my commander received a message from one of the soldiers that he wanted found -- 222452, or 222542, doesn't really matter -- and assigned me with Spike to find him. Spike was all human-like aside from having a monitor somewhere... don't remember where, but I think he could hide it most of the time... and somewhere to print out messages... I think in place of a belly button XD Wow. Anyway, I was talking to him and asking if he could get the map coordinates from where someone sent a message, but people were noisy and paying too much attention, and he seemed uncomfortable or something... so we went around the side of a building and sat under the stairs. I don't remember most of the conversation... mostly I remember that he looked like Smallville Spike but had a little bit of a British accent, and I believe we were talking about how he hadn't been restrictively programmed so that he couldn't think for himself. I got the impression he had doubts about our side of the war. Then some bimbo and a guy soldier she was walking with (they were both soldiers...) saw us under the stairs and started asking questions about what was going on and why I was under there with that weird android... haha... So I came out and yelled at her, basically, "The commander put me on a mission, if you want to know what the hell I'm doing, ask him! In the meantime, FUCK OFF!" So she and Mr. Bimbo started to go up the stairs, talking to each other quite audibly about how shifty Spike-android was. I sat next to Spike again and I was rubbing my thumb against his arm like he needed comfort from what a couple of idiots were saying... o.o Er. Anyway, he told me that the soldier was... basically Oz from Buffy, haha, but he gave a whole name, and I was like, "Yeah, I went to highschool with him." And then Spike got some rough landmarks to help limit the search for Mr. Soldier -- very, very rough, like the Transcontinental Divide and some other stuff. I think the Nile was mentioned. o.o That must have been my brain frying. Anyway, that was about the time Dad woke me up, which pissed me off.
Wow. Busy night for my brain. I wonder what the hell that was all about.
The next dream I was mad at my dad because he was being a dick, it was raining inside the house, and the rain was washing away the clothes I folded. I emailed my mom because Dad was being a bitch... and... I don't really remember the rest.
The next dream was ... based off of Saw and Saw II or something. There were these huge undergroundish rooms filled with deadly traps like buzz saws, gooze, spikes that drop down to kill you if you walk to slowly over a pressure/motion sensitive strip... The point was to get through a bunch of these rooms and get a series of weapons left by the kings (or some equivalent) of something or other until you had all the old weapons and the most recent ones, and that made you the new king. It wasn't me in the dream -- I mean I was in it at some point fighting with my brother because he was playing around with the maneating gooze, but the main dream was about someone else -- and this guy got all the weapons and became the new king... and then he forged his own new set of weapons and started making his own trap chamber to challenge the next person who tried to become king.
And I had like a midget dream where I was back at Gramsie's and I painted this poster to hang on my wall... some little phrase about freedom with my name underneath it o.o
And the last dream was like a meld of Smallville and Buffy and something else entirely. I was like a soldier at war, but I was me... maybe a little older, though... and there were these androids that were most of the war's intelligence because they received and printed out messages from soldiers and stuff. The androids looked mostly human, but most of them didn't have real personalities and they had lots of shit programmed in keeping them in line and devoted to our side of the war... but there was one that was programmed that way, and it was Spike. XD Well, my commander received a message from one of the soldiers that he wanted found -- 222452, or 222542, doesn't really matter -- and assigned me with Spike to find him. Spike was all human-like aside from having a monitor somewhere... don't remember where, but I think he could hide it most of the time... and somewhere to print out messages... I think in place of a belly button XD Wow. Anyway, I was talking to him and asking if he could get the map coordinates from where someone sent a message, but people were noisy and paying too much attention, and he seemed uncomfortable or something... so we went around the side of a building and sat under the stairs. I don't remember most of the conversation... mostly I remember that he looked like Smallville Spike but had a little bit of a British accent, and I believe we were talking about how he hadn't been restrictively programmed so that he couldn't think for himself. I got the impression he had doubts about our side of the war. Then some bimbo and a guy soldier she was walking with (they were both soldiers...) saw us under the stairs and started asking questions about what was going on and why I was under there with that weird android... haha... So I came out and yelled at her, basically, "The commander put me on a mission, if you want to know what the hell I'm doing, ask him! In the meantime, FUCK OFF!" So she and Mr. Bimbo started to go up the stairs, talking to each other quite audibly about how shifty Spike-android was. I sat next to Spike again and I was rubbing my thumb against his arm like he needed comfort from what a couple of idiots were saying... o.o Er. Anyway, he told me that the soldier was... basically Oz from Buffy, haha, but he gave a whole name, and I was like, "Yeah, I went to highschool with him." And then Spike got some rough landmarks to help limit the search for Mr. Soldier -- very, very rough, like the Transcontinental Divide and some other stuff. I think the Nile was mentioned. o.o That must have been my brain frying. Anyway, that was about the time Dad woke me up, which pissed me off.
Wow. Busy night for my brain. I wonder what the hell that was all about.