Damn.. I guess I really _have_ forsaken this site. I am sorry peeps, with Anthony here and my life not being so full of “reader entertainment” these past few weeks.. I’ve just really had no reason to update. So I decided that this update’s main focus will be on my most memorable, recent dreams.
I guess I’ll start with a little explaination of “how” I dream. When I dream it is almost _never_ first person. There is usually a “camera” in the dream that follows me or the action around. Also, sometimes I am not even in my dreams, others I am just a secondary character to some huge story, but usually I am the main character in my dream. My dreams play out a lot like movies.
Okay, first I will talk about the dream I call, “Bash of the Samurai Frat.”
In this dream I am a frat boy. This isn’t your ordinary frat though, this frat is full of samurai. Also, this frat is at war with a sorority full of nothing but girls in school girl outfits. The particular battle in the dream took place right outside the Mountain Lair here at WVU. I was pretty much kicking ass and taking names( from unarmed, infuriated sorority school girls ) when suddenly one charges at me from the back. I quickly turn around and halt her feeble attack by jabbing the butt of my sword into her sternum. She falls to her knees and starts crying. I lean down to console( no frat guy can pass up a sorority school girl in need, right? ) and she starts telling me how she hates this stupid war and that there is no point to it. I then, randomly, happen to have a GIANT heart-shaped balloon( we are talking wider than me and half as tall here ) that I hand to her to console her. I do this, obviously, because my game is so fly that I don’t need to try. Then some other samurai frat boy comes in and pops the ballon. She gets real pissed and kicks the hell outta my frat brother. Then she wants to thank me and ends up in her undies( SCORE!! ). Then I woke up to the lovely sound of my alarm going off at 7am. God bless it.
Okay, this dream I call, “Scuffle in the Toxic River.”
This one starts out in a lab where some scientists are experimenting with extracting and mass-producing some rare snake venom. Well the lab ends up getting shut down and they have to dump this venom somewhere. So why not in the Monongahela river? You would think dumping thousands of tons of snake venom into a river would kill all the life right? Well in my dream it didn’t… it instead mutated a water mocassan and a.. get this… gorilla and made them sentient, inraged and frickin’ huge. So these two guys gotta battle it out in the river to see who is top dog. Meanwhile, while all that madness is happening my family and I manage to win a free, all expense paid trip to the Monongahela river that we, for some reason, take. Well we arrive at the battle scence of these two river-dwelling monstrosities( yeah, gorillas are water creatures here ) in the Mystery Machine, no idea why though. After my family gets out of the van, the van and my family are used as ammunition for the gorilla to throw at the snake. The snake dodges and my family swims to shore after being taken down-stream by the _raging_ currents the Mon is known for…. yeah. Well I am now alone and I bravely run up the gorilla’s arm and punch it in the eye. He( she? ) then grabs me and throws me at this giant snake. I straight make a cannon-ball dive into this things teeth. As I am about to go into it’s mouth it spits venom at me and changes my trajectory( we are talking HUGE monsters here ) and I end up hitting and shattering the things left fang. Then I fall to the water and that same part of the dream( from me getting tossed to shattering teeth to falling ) gets repeated over and over( maybe 10 times ) and I wake up.
Figure those out… I dare ya! These aren’t AS crazy as the one I posted a while ago.. the one where Brian is savior of the world because he got the most signatures, but they are still odd. I have about one dream this odd a week. Crazy I tell ya. Actually, they are usually Monday night because I am the most tired and can sleep the longest that night, so I dream better. I have more dreams I could tell you, but I don’t feel like typing anymore right now.
“I fed a duck a chicken nugget once… I feel kinda bad about it”
~Friend’s away message