My crack dreams. I think this tops many.
First off, sorry I haven't been answering notes. :O I've just been...progressing at everything on an eccelerated level and the gravy train may be derailed if I break the pace, but SOON! Mabe after this post. I need to MSN soon too but the laptops are always in use by other temporary residents (see "nieces and nephew WHEE" ) and this is my operating system ((the "mini me gamer puter" )) so, in order to have it still function good, no downloading. This explains why I'm not there after telling
stellarwind I'd be around all weekend and most of this week.
Okay, so I had another whacked out dream. Probably more like five but they consolidated into one volume. It started out that I was 17 and in my senior year of high school ((which is an incorrect age for the reality of the matter )) and...uhm? Hyper tech high school! It was pleasing, I thought "I wish this high school had looked like this before" and walked around with my hands in my pockets. Before I could start actually whistling a real tune it was time for class, "art" class. :( Where you know, no actual 'learning' about 'art' occured?
The class was however, made better by the presence of Invader ZIM. Whut. I know, I'm not sure what brought that in there. Anyhoo, it turns out the 'hip new style' involving a lot of leather and weird stuff thats interesting, was the evil little sociopaths plan to enslave humanity by appealing to both their desires to be fashionable and fit in, and their natural draw to something new after decades of the same fucking thing. Then to activate the tiny nano-wires embedded into the fabric which would THEN snakes its way through their skin cells and into the tips of their nerve endings and finally, their nervous system--turning them into nano-zombies.
Which would be pretty cool.
So, not being one to be fooled by silliness, I pulled the little bastard aside and said:"I know your secret and I don't give a fuck, in fact---I'm joining in on the fun. Consider me a lieutenant."
Not being one for sidekicks, he protested until I pointed out GIR, who was off in some bitches purse eating lipstick and leftover popcorn, and accepted. Plus well, in my own logic I pointed out that I was a fucking tank and that my organic mass was equal to about ten of his. HGGGH!!!
Okay so, after that the mission was put into effect and much to dismay, the devices didn't work because it turns out---Hicks don't have brains! And 99% of people are hicks, so there were only a couple thousand zombies, and being zombies they were slow and stupid---like zombies. Typical zombies. Not cool zombies who are more like rabid dogs.They were easily contained and erradicated by the slightly more funcitonal hicks in the Pentagon/U.S Army. Life continued after that. I started failing my math class though and Mr.Butler ((an actual teacher I had at one point ) was PISSED that I had skipped clss two days in a row right after starting school, so I could go enslave humanity. He wouldn't let me come back to class until I had my parents come up to the school for a conference. Mad-Eye Moody was my science teacher in this dream too, FYI. I know, I know.
The dream skipped forward to the winter. Well, actually, it wasn't winter. The world had been sent into a nuclear holocaust and it was actually summertime. I was scrambling through the snow, trying to evade who wanted to study me. I had apparently mutated. Certain finger and toes had fallen off and other remaining digits had elongated and the tips had chitinased. The cold no longer affected me ((which is the opposite of reality )) and even in my ragged remaining clothing, I plunged through the snow as if it were toasty beach sand.The elongated digits helped me dig so I was quick to disappear under snow and ices of relative thickness. They shot bullets through the snow in a vain attempt to hit and kill me, but I just changed direction and dug deeper into the ice, cackling at their inferiority. There was something about letting animals out of cages (cause even as a mutant, I loved animals and didn't want them being tortured and vivisected and shit ) and then...
...reality.
I was in the car with scott during a MI springtime, and we blew past a cop on accident. He stopped us of course, and for some reason I was trying to hide noexistant drugs. Let me explain that a bit: There were no drugs in the dream and I don't do drugs in real life, but I kept trying to hide nuggets of weed and when I did, I'd drop them and they'd disappear into thin air. In the dream I was profoundly terrified. The threat of losing my art career to a prison sentence was enough to induce pants pissing almost. Of course and again, I wouldn't do this in real life because I want the career too much to be stupid, and if I was stupid and got caught well, I deserved it obviously. Anyhoo, I stop fidgeting, and the cop arrives at scotts window. License and registration please.
He took scotts info and walked up towards his car. Just as the cop was about to get into his car (he was red-headed and obese BTW ) BOOM. A fucking semi blows through the intersection in front of us and clips him in what I'm sure would be fatal in real life. In shock, we just sat and stared at the cops seizing body. I jumped out and went to help him...and END OF DREAM.
I got up to get coffee, and standing over the sink while fetching my water, I spoke aloud: "I had a really weird dream..."
And here we are in the journal. That was MY night, how was YOUR night?
stellarwind I'd be around all weekend and most of this week.
Okay, so I had another whacked out dream. Probably more like five but they consolidated into one volume. It started out that I was 17 and in my senior year of high school ((which is an incorrect age for the reality of the matter )) and...uhm? Hyper tech high school! It was pleasing, I thought "I wish this high school had looked like this before" and walked around with my hands in my pockets. Before I could start actually whistling a real tune it was time for class, "art" class. :( Where you know, no actual 'learning' about 'art' occured?
The class was however, made better by the presence of Invader ZIM. Whut. I know, I'm not sure what brought that in there. Anyhoo, it turns out the 'hip new style' involving a lot of leather and weird stuff thats interesting, was the evil little sociopaths plan to enslave humanity by appealing to both their desires to be fashionable and fit in, and their natural draw to something new after decades of the same fucking thing. Then to activate the tiny nano-wires embedded into the fabric which would THEN snakes its way through their skin cells and into the tips of their nerve endings and finally, their nervous system--turning them into nano-zombies.
Which would be pretty cool.
So, not being one to be fooled by silliness, I pulled the little bastard aside and said:"I know your secret and I don't give a fuck, in fact---I'm joining in on the fun. Consider me a lieutenant."
Not being one for sidekicks, he protested until I pointed out GIR, who was off in some bitches purse eating lipstick and leftover popcorn, and accepted. Plus well, in my own logic I pointed out that I was a fucking tank and that my organic mass was equal to about ten of his. HGGGH!!!
Okay so, after that the mission was put into effect and much to dismay, the devices didn't work because it turns out---Hicks don't have brains! And 99% of people are hicks, so there were only a couple thousand zombies, and being zombies they were slow and stupid---like zombies. Typical zombies. Not cool zombies who are more like rabid dogs.They were easily contained and erradicated by the slightly more funcitonal hicks in the Pentagon/U.S Army. Life continued after that. I started failing my math class though and Mr.Butler ((an actual teacher I had at one point ) was PISSED that I had skipped clss two days in a row right after starting school, so I could go enslave humanity. He wouldn't let me come back to class until I had my parents come up to the school for a conference. Mad-Eye Moody was my science teacher in this dream too, FYI. I know, I know.
The dream skipped forward to the winter. Well, actually, it wasn't winter. The world had been sent into a nuclear holocaust and it was actually summertime. I was scrambling through the snow, trying to evade who wanted to study me. I had apparently mutated. Certain finger and toes had fallen off and other remaining digits had elongated and the tips had chitinased. The cold no longer affected me ((which is the opposite of reality )) and even in my ragged remaining clothing, I plunged through the snow as if it were toasty beach sand.The elongated digits helped me dig so I was quick to disappear under snow and ices of relative thickness. They shot bullets through the snow in a vain attempt to hit and kill me, but I just changed direction and dug deeper into the ice, cackling at their inferiority. There was something about letting animals out of cages (cause even as a mutant, I loved animals and didn't want them being tortured and vivisected and shit ) and then...
...reality.
I was in the car with scott during a MI springtime, and we blew past a cop on accident. He stopped us of course, and for some reason I was trying to hide noexistant drugs. Let me explain that a bit: There were no drugs in the dream and I don't do drugs in real life, but I kept trying to hide nuggets of weed and when I did, I'd drop them and they'd disappear into thin air. In the dream I was profoundly terrified. The threat of losing my art career to a prison sentence was enough to induce pants pissing almost. Of course and again, I wouldn't do this in real life because I want the career too much to be stupid, and if I was stupid and got caught well, I deserved it obviously. Anyhoo, I stop fidgeting, and the cop arrives at scotts window. License and registration please.
He took scotts info and walked up towards his car. Just as the cop was about to get into his car (he was red-headed and obese BTW ) BOOM. A fucking semi blows through the intersection in front of us and clips him in what I'm sure would be fatal in real life. In shock, we just sat and stared at the cops seizing body. I jumped out and went to help him...and END OF DREAM.
I got up to get coffee, and standing over the sink while fetching my water, I spoke aloud: "I had a really weird dream..."
And here we are in the journal. That was MY night, how was YOUR night?