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Wow... eek You could take certain portions of that dream and develop them to make an amazing book or movie! Whenever I have a dream like that, everyone automatically thinks that I got high (I have never smoked anything in my life) or that I am getting sick (because apparently you have weird dreams when you are getting sick). Cool dream! biggrin But good luck trying to find an underlying meaning in it! (unless you happen to be behind on your rent)

Here's another.


Started out driving down the road in the country - Nick, Mom, Steven, Yula, and Carl were there. Nick was driving, except he kept staring back at Yula and had his feet in the chair. I grabbed the wheel while he was doing it and seemed to be the only one upset. I was like, "Hey, can you concentrate on DRIVING please?" And had to hit him to get him to get back in time to turn the car - and he YELLED at me.

We were driving out to New York for whatever purpose and I asked him if they'd let me stay at my friend Raven's house. So we drove over there, and she lived in this towering apartment building in the middle of nowhere ruled by some weirdo dictator. Next to an active volcano. They drove into the parking lot, and we took the elevator up to her floor. I went inside, but there was nobody home. It was just a big mess. I looked around for awhile, then sat and started reading her books. Everybody else sort of took off, and then the volcano started erupting.

Raven and like, six other people started pouring out of this false rock next to it, as if it were a path to some underground laboratory. I ran up to her, and we hugged like good buddies would, and started chatting. She took me back up to her apartment and asked me to help her clean up, so we did, talking about nothing and such, and she told me to keep the door open in case the "master's pet decided to peruse her apartment." I asked what she meant, but she shushed me.

A little while later, this big android thingy, wicked fast, came climbing down the elevator shaft and demanded tribute of Raven. She spit at it, and then ran off, and I tried to stop it but it kind of ran me over and I couldn't see anything. I just kind of coughed and sat up, and Raven was nowhere to be seen. I can't remember how it was resolved, but I ended up in some underground cave, drawing cards for whatever purpose. Raven looked at me and said, "You're the youngest male in this room...You have to take my place as Xia Warrior in the expedition." I tried to convince her not to let me go, but she just hugged me, kissed my cheek, apologized, and waved me off.

So I went up to the dictator, and was like, "What am I supposed to do?" The guy looked like Victor Sopot from Red Faction II, who always reminded me of Hitler with a bigger moustache and one of those square beards. He sent me out of the castle, and I suddenly became an 8-bit character. I travelled with only one other person, and we tried killing the undead around the place on our own, but they were pretty much infallible, and they tossed us down a cliff. At this point, a menu came up, and I selected load game, and I appeared back at Raven's apartment when the cyborg popped out. A speech prompt came up, and I told it to give me a second. So I ran up to it RE5 style and put a fist right through his face. He fell over, unconscious, and Raven came over to me and peered over my shoulder.

We demanded of it to let her go, and it did, and ran off. I ran around, downloaded all this data from computers around the building, saw an "Achievement Unlocked" at the bottom of my vision for whatever purpose, and hitched a ride with my family again. As we were driving off, my sister woke me up to yell at me for not properly cleaning the kitchen last night.

Well, you have gotten better in the past couple years.

Another one. This time, nothing to do with zombies, women, or problems with authority. This one's actually...Very awesome. I enjoyed this one very much, and typing it all out, it came out to be about 1130 words. Enjoy.



I had a dream that I was a very hardworking child in a large family. We were up in the mountains trying to build a camp of some sort; I was busy mining out something while everyone else was constructing teepees and a very large building out of wood. We had a lot of helium, so as a joke, we tried to put helium into the wood. It worked, and while I was resting on it, it inflated. We were like, "Whoa." So to get a picture, me, and a few of the other family members (who were various members of my step-father removed's and my mother's, as well as my brother Steven), got on top of the building's base, and the rest of our family, who were spread out along the mountain, pumped helium out of the earth, whatever it was doing there. It took several minutes; everyone else started to get up when it started to float. Our father took a picture, then the rest got off except for me. I grabbed hold of the float, then aimed down at a faraway valley, and leapt downwards.

I zoomed VERY fast, wind blowing at my face, and I was laughing as I swept over trees and into my uncle, who started laughing. He brought me, and the building somehow, back up home. It was the largest teepee, and my little brother was busy running straight up a pole. I asked how he was doing that, and he told me that I just had to believe. So I tried, and I felt this power surge through my body as my feet seemed to stick to it. We ran straight up, and I made it halfway before I dropped. My brother fell about the same time. I went back outside to work.

There was this bully there, too. He was a small asian kid, and he was always grinning and poking our eyes out or whatever. He messed up the building's base and blamed it on me, and I was sent to mine out more resources to rebuild it. My friend and I went toe to toe with him several times, until he dropped the family cat over a cliff. It fell to the ground with a sickening SPLAT. Out of sheer anger, I kicked him in the back of the head so that he would fall, too. His friend screamed out for him, and threw himself off the cliff to try and save him. I liked that particular guy, so I threw myself down after them, aiming myself like a bullet to him. I imagined myself as a feather, reached out to catch him, then flipped over and landed harmlessly on the ground. Which was about a mile or so below the cliffside. I made myself up the cliff with the bully's dead body next to me, carrying my injured friend.

Here, I had to go to the bathroom. So I went up to a house in a nearby neighborhood, and my RL mother lived there, who was my aunt I suppose. She came out of the bathroom at the time, so I had to wait. When she got out, it was very nasty in there, and I had no desire to even want to sit at that toilet. I left to go find a port-a-potty, meeting up with several camps for teenagers along the way, you know, the kind where everyone wears the same type of uniform and such. I found port-a-potties, but they smelled absolutely terrible - you could smell them from outside. There was one toilet that was just off the side of the sidewalk, like it was a mailbox or something, and I was about to use that one when a bunch of people on bikes came up.

I ended up not using any of them, and I went home with my RL friend Wiley's parents. They drove me to their house by accident, where Wiley was sitting in the living room playing Ninja Gaiden. After about ten minutes, they drove me back up home, and I went into the main teepee. My grandfather, who looked like Master Roshi, was there. He smiled at me, and asked how my work was going. I said it was was going well, and then challenged him to a race up the pole. He grinned, and we started on opposite sides of the center pole. We both focused on it, and began charging up it quite hard. I made it about half-way when I realized he was at three-quarters. He looked at me, and encouraged me, and I threw myself up that pole as hard as I could, finally reached the top, and grabbed hold of a rope, grinning. He slid down the pole, equally happy, and then the rope untangled and I was swung far facefirst towards the ground about a hundred feet down, holding onto a rope. I had no time to pretend to be a feather, so I was a little worried until the rope caught on something while I was just inches from the ground, and it swung me forward towards the tent wall, then back again, and my grandfather and I began to laugh. He told me to lay down and rest, so I did so.

My little brother came around to me, and asked how I felt. I gave a meek response, just worn out by the day's activities, and he told me how to "regenerate my mana," simply by meditating, focusing on everything around me being drawn into me, and breathing in and out very slowly. I did so, and I felt this very warm, fuzzy energy flow into my veins, giving me a sort of a golden glow. I felt like this bar was being filled up to to very end inside of me, a manamometer if you will, and an hour or so later, I sat up. Feeling powerful, I tried to color the side of the teepee with my mana. I couldn't do it so everyone could see, but I did leave a slight golden yellow glow on the brick. It was going to have to do, so I went to the kitchen to go and eat some granola, and turned on the television. There was a special video on mana, so I turned it on. A British guy then began to talk about how to create mana and these particular granola bars, but he thought it was all full of s**t and called everyone believing in it an idiot. He also said that they used sand and glue to create these granola bars, which was obviously wrong because they tasted wonderful. A few minutes of brooding later, I woke up, feeling like I had the best freaking sleep EVER.

Lol, maybe. But dude, that dream was so much off the usual track, it makes me wonder if I'm syncing up with my friend's dreams. I already had a dream involving a group of triplets that she made up that she never told me about.

Hrmm...Not one damn thing made sense in that dream. xD Restricted areas, traffic tickets, tricking people...Jeez.

Here's another one I had this morning.

I was wandering around a museum with Yu-Gi-Oh! cards of all things, looking at a few nifty things, when I noticed there were empty spaces and signs there that seemed to give clues. The spaces were very well shaped, as if someone had stolen something. I wandered around, noticing very many places that had stolen objects, and I remembered that I was after a gem of some sort. I found this table where a whole bunch of nerdy looking folks, including an annoying step brother, were gathering, and they were going to have a 12 player free-for-all with 4000 life points duel. I was invited to join, but my cards were misarranged, so I tried to get those together when I man in camoflauge busted down a door and held an M16 in his hands.

He ordered everyone to get down while he robbed the place - I charged towards the back and hid, while another soldier walked by. He got up and walked towards the man with the rifle, and they began to fight. The soldier that happened to be there won by pinning the guy on the ground, taking his weapon, and handcuffing him. Museum security took him away, then someone ran up to him yelling something about a Hind 57D being used to attack the museum.

The soldier said that such planes don't exist and sat back down to relax. This is when I noticed that one display was missing something that I had. Which was a small figure. The little white sign even said "fgr," so I placed it down in the relief, and a door opened up in the side, exhibits rearranging themselves so that it would fit.

I crawled inside and found myself in a large cave system. I followed one tunnel, and ended up at my house, in which I grabbed several objects resembling what had been missing from displays, and walked through the tunnels again into this area with a metric ton of groceries stacked on top of another. It looked like a small store. Stereotypical green men from mars were handling boxes when they all saw me and started to question my purpose in the room and talking excitedly. Me, a little nervous, crawled out of another entrance that was there and ended up back in the museum.

I heard somebody calling me in the now-abandoned museum, and saw shadows on the edges. I walked around obelisks, enjoying the place of old without people around, and fitting things into reliefs. Nothing else opened up, however, until I got to a place where a sword was missing. One was labled, "The Great Sword of the Holy War." It was brown and probably a good seven feet long. The one above it was red, and twisted. It read, "The Claymore of the Unholy War." And the one that was missing said something about the "Sword of Anklash Mountain." I picked up the great sword, scraped it against the ceiling, then felt myself twisting around and opening a new entrance, pitch black. I set the sword down against the wall, and walked through this entrance.

Then, I was at this massive theater, apparently under orders to protect one target and assassinate another. I was dressed in really light armor, complete with a cloth hood. I danced around the theater as my friends watched a few shows which included people dancing, knights twirling weapons and fighting each other, and swimming olympics, as well as guitar hero. I joined in after dispatching a knight and stealing his robes, which had a large moon on them.

We played several songs in front of people, me kicking everyone's a** that tried to duel me, then I left for this room upstairs. There were guards there, talking about how they were looking for someone while they were watching a show about weapons designs. Or perhaps it was an instructional video. At any rate, they were two old black guys, who got up as I came in and walked past me, talking about the world and such.

As they left the room, a suit walked out from behind a secret closet, as well as a rather homely woman. I put my fists up to fight and beat the living hell out of it, which turned out to be an invisible man and an agent from somewhere else that I wasn't supposed to be messing with. I let them go and watched them watch the weapons design film, noticing them jot notes down. The old black guys were sitting on a bench talking about how hot it was and how fun it would be to go swimming in that competition.

I pulled off my robe's cowl, my thin hood still comfortably hugging my skull, and tripped over something in an aisle. Everyone, who had fallen asleep, started giggling. Others yelled at me. I sat next to a friend of mine and watched the show while she slept. It was still a swimming competition, and it was in a black lake with two pixelated lanes, one two squares wide, the other but one. There was currently a cartoon elephant and some sort of alien that resembled a brown snake swimming very quickly around. I told my friend I'd be right back and walked down this staircase.

This room was pitch black dark, and there were no lights or anything. I went into the darkness a bit, felt uncomfortable, and walked back, now noticing an outstretched wall. I pulled it aside, as it slid off easily, and found a secret closet, this one again having a video playing about weapons. There was nobody in this one, but there was a second secret closet right next to it, which I pulled aside and found the same suit that had the invisible guy. I put my hand down the neck, but I felt nothing. I did, however, reach down and grasp a jewel of some sort. He got mad and pushed me away, telling me not to interfere. I responded that he was lucky I never stole anything and walked away to enjoy the show. Then, I woke up.

Weird Al showed up in your dream? blaugh That's hilarious! But, I absolutely love his work. And, it seems that you really do dream about zombies alot. I wonder what that could possibly mean. wink

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