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Don't really use LJ anymore~ But I want someplace to document these weird dreams~
Couple dreams I had a few days ago:
I was in some community place and I saw Zack Morris and AC Slater from Saved by the Bell. I didn't have anything to say to them, and as I walked past them, I saw Kelly. I decided to hit on her, and Zack saw me do so. He got mad and we ended up in a fist fight, which somehow transformed into a western.
In the western, I was backed up to a rock wall that was brown, and the area kind of looked like cs_militia. Anyways, I had a revolved and a cowboy was walking up to me. I knew he was trouble so I drew my gun, he had his out, and we both shot at each other. For some reason, these revolver acted like flintlocks, so we could only fire one shot each.
We both then drew swords, rapier's I think, and began some hot sword fighting. Suddenly, out of no where, "the girl I love" who looked like some mexican girl in a white frilly dress appeared and was captured by a second cowboy with a sword, who started to cut her in attempts to kill her. I ended up killing both of them, and I remember kissing the mexican girl in victory, then finding her wrists cut and picking her up to get help.
Dream I just had:
(Last night I was watching showcase with all their sex shows (Seemed like the only thing on at the time!) that included pretty much 'family business' which I'm sure influenced the dream entirely)
I can't remember how I got to this part at all, but this is what I do remember. I think me and a troop of people ended up in some kind of dungeon, and I think we were pokemon masters or something. Anyways, it was a haunted place and there was ghosts of children trying to haunt us. I think I kept trying to punch them in the face but they would disappear just before I do. Eventually we got to an exit area and there was a middle-age mexican ghost who demanded we say his name properly before he let us go. It was nearly impossible because it was so long, but then I looked at his hat and it had the name "Enrique Enry" (Pronounced like the French 'Henry'). I asked him if his name was Enry, he said it was but he wanted a new name. I told him we had no time for making up long ass names, and he should be proud of Enry because it was a kick ass name.
He then told us behind him was his sister and her friends, who were very much alive. I looked over his shoulder, and they were all asian girls in lingerie. It seemed like a hostbess bar, so I jumped over the couches that were infront of us and started talking with them. I can't remember if they were sad that I left, but I somehow ended up at residence. There were a bunch of frat boys and stripper types who were really hot, especially this one blonde. Their room was some kind of party room, and I remember the stripper girls were insisting on talking with me, even though the blondes parents were in the room with them. I think the blonde left the room and a stampede of guys chased her wherever she went, and I ended up running with them. Though after a few moments, I broke from the group and went to school because I heard we would be having a fitness exam in SSC (which didn't make sense, since SSC is a course in Seneca which is supposed to teach you the benefits of studying and group work and other bs).
So, I went to Seneca@york for school and the entire building was completely different from what it really is. From what I can remember, I was jumping on stair railings and sliding down, looking for a caffeteria with hot asian girls. I ended up finding a weird food place in the school that looked like an outdoor ramen stand, but it was all vending machines. For some reason I was seeing people from highschool.
Anyways, I was walking to the top floor and I bumped into some girls, who I think were Indian or pakistani, even though they looked white. It was kind of odd, but even though I said sorry and looked completely sincere, she was pretty rude. So I ran up to her and whispered something with a racial undertone and started laughing as I walked away. I remember thinking to myself I had a story to tell everyone when I saw them again.
I walk over to this black Honda Civic hatchback and place my bag on its roof. I started rearranging my stuff and I notice some guys looking at me. I think "oh snap, this might be his car" so I zip it up and walk about 2 meters from the car. I see him get into another car, but hear the civic's locks open. I look back and the owner of the civic is walking to his car, and I think to myself "I'm glad I moved when I did".
I start to walk towards the street as it's getting dark, and the area looks like some kind of Japanese suburb residential area, just with white trash building and broken metal fences. Then I realize "oh shit, I'm just a little north of Jane and Finch, im gonna be fucked". I get onto this one lane road and start walking down. All of a sudden I see this white trailer park guy with his dog, and the dog isn't on a leesh. It bolts towards me, and I say to myself "There's no need to worry. I'm not scared of dogs so there's no fear for him to sniff". Which kinda proved true even though the dog was only barking at me, I'm sure if I had pet it we'd all be good. Anyways, the white trailer park guy is just staring at me with a smile, and I think "Fuck, this asshole must be a racist. He's gonna try to sick the dog on my ass". The dog was kinda weird, it was clearly a dog, but it looked a lot like a monkey too, and its front legs almost acted like arms.
Anyways, the trailer park guy grabs the dog by the neck and pushes it back. I looked down and see a knife in his hand. I say in a cool and uncaring manner "Alright man, I'll give you anything you want. My wallet? My jacket?". I said it in such a demeanor because I believed I was in a dream, and if I wasn't, giving him anything I want should spare my life.
Suddenly, he looks me dead in the eyes, raises his knife and says "No, I'll pay you one million dollars if I get to anal rape you"
"oh holy fucking shit, this shit better be a fucking dream or I'm seriously screwed." I decide to check around for any signs that I might be in a dream, because this situation was seriously unbelievable. For some reason, I ignored the obvious signs of a dream by trying to read something more then once or checking time often. I looked at his face and noticed a mole, and everything looked astonishingly real, and I concluded that I was fucked, as it was real life.
All these thoughts of me getting killed trying to escape now ran through me head, as there was no quarters to accept my ass rappage willingly.
"umm... no, I'll give you my wallet. There's no need for ass raping man"
We then set in a stand off of staring for a few seconds. And then, I woke up.
"Man, I dream some fucked up shit"
Couple dreams I had a few days ago:
I was in some community place and I saw Zack Morris and AC Slater from Saved by the Bell. I didn't have anything to say to them, and as I walked past them, I saw Kelly. I decided to hit on her, and Zack saw me do so. He got mad and we ended up in a fist fight, which somehow transformed into a western.
In the western, I was backed up to a rock wall that was brown, and the area kind of looked like cs_militia. Anyways, I had a revolved and a cowboy was walking up to me. I knew he was trouble so I drew my gun, he had his out, and we both shot at each other. For some reason, these revolver acted like flintlocks, so we could only fire one shot each.
We both then drew swords, rapier's I think, and began some hot sword fighting. Suddenly, out of no where, "the girl I love" who looked like some mexican girl in a white frilly dress appeared and was captured by a second cowboy with a sword, who started to cut her in attempts to kill her. I ended up killing both of them, and I remember kissing the mexican girl in victory, then finding her wrists cut and picking her up to get help.
Dream I just had:
(Last night I was watching showcase with all their sex shows (Seemed like the only thing on at the time!) that included pretty much 'family business' which I'm sure influenced the dream entirely)
I can't remember how I got to this part at all, but this is what I do remember. I think me and a troop of people ended up in some kind of dungeon, and I think we were pokemon masters or something. Anyways, it was a haunted place and there was ghosts of children trying to haunt us. I think I kept trying to punch them in the face but they would disappear just before I do. Eventually we got to an exit area and there was a middle-age mexican ghost who demanded we say his name properly before he let us go. It was nearly impossible because it was so long, but then I looked at his hat and it had the name "Enrique Enry" (Pronounced like the French 'Henry'). I asked him if his name was Enry, he said it was but he wanted a new name. I told him we had no time for making up long ass names, and he should be proud of Enry because it was a kick ass name.
He then told us behind him was his sister and her friends, who were very much alive. I looked over his shoulder, and they were all asian girls in lingerie. It seemed like a hostbess bar, so I jumped over the couches that were infront of us and started talking with them. I can't remember if they were sad that I left, but I somehow ended up at residence. There were a bunch of frat boys and stripper types who were really hot, especially this one blonde. Their room was some kind of party room, and I remember the stripper girls were insisting on talking with me, even though the blondes parents were in the room with them. I think the blonde left the room and a stampede of guys chased her wherever she went, and I ended up running with them. Though after a few moments, I broke from the group and went to school because I heard we would be having a fitness exam in SSC (which didn't make sense, since SSC is a course in Seneca which is supposed to teach you the benefits of studying and group work and other bs).
So, I went to Seneca@york for school and the entire building was completely different from what it really is. From what I can remember, I was jumping on stair railings and sliding down, looking for a caffeteria with hot asian girls. I ended up finding a weird food place in the school that looked like an outdoor ramen stand, but it was all vending machines. For some reason I was seeing people from highschool.
Anyways, I was walking to the top floor and I bumped into some girls, who I think were Indian or pakistani, even though they looked white. It was kind of odd, but even though I said sorry and looked completely sincere, she was pretty rude. So I ran up to her and whispered something with a racial undertone and started laughing as I walked away. I remember thinking to myself I had a story to tell everyone when I saw them again.
I walk over to this black Honda Civic hatchback and place my bag on its roof. I started rearranging my stuff and I notice some guys looking at me. I think "oh snap, this might be his car" so I zip it up and walk about 2 meters from the car. I see him get into another car, but hear the civic's locks open. I look back and the owner of the civic is walking to his car, and I think to myself "I'm glad I moved when I did".
I start to walk towards the street as it's getting dark, and the area looks like some kind of Japanese suburb residential area, just with white trash building and broken metal fences. Then I realize "oh shit, I'm just a little north of Jane and Finch, im gonna be fucked". I get onto this one lane road and start walking down. All of a sudden I see this white trailer park guy with his dog, and the dog isn't on a leesh. It bolts towards me, and I say to myself "There's no need to worry. I'm not scared of dogs so there's no fear for him to sniff". Which kinda proved true even though the dog was only barking at me, I'm sure if I had pet it we'd all be good. Anyways, the white trailer park guy is just staring at me with a smile, and I think "Fuck, this asshole must be a racist. He's gonna try to sick the dog on my ass". The dog was kinda weird, it was clearly a dog, but it looked a lot like a monkey too, and its front legs almost acted like arms.
Anyways, the trailer park guy grabs the dog by the neck and pushes it back. I looked down and see a knife in his hand. I say in a cool and uncaring manner "Alright man, I'll give you anything you want. My wallet? My jacket?". I said it in such a demeanor because I believed I was in a dream, and if I wasn't, giving him anything I want should spare my life.
Suddenly, he looks me dead in the eyes, raises his knife and says "No, I'll pay you one million dollars if I get to anal rape you"
"oh holy fucking shit, this shit better be a fucking dream or I'm seriously screwed." I decide to check around for any signs that I might be in a dream, because this situation was seriously unbelievable. For some reason, I ignored the obvious signs of a dream by trying to read something more then once or checking time often. I looked at his face and noticed a mole, and everything looked astonishingly real, and I concluded that I was fucked, as it was real life.
All these thoughts of me getting killed trying to escape now ran through me head, as there was no quarters to accept my ass rappage willingly.
"umm... no, I'll give you my wallet. There's no need for ass raping man"
We then set in a stand off of staring for a few seconds. And then, I woke up.
"Man, I dream some fucked up shit"