in the modified words of Martin Luther King...I had a dream.
Well it all started and I was walking down a school corridor and going in different rooms and looking round at various departments, like an open day. I then went into the geography department and we all sat down and looked at a screen where an overhead projecter was playing various shots and clips. This got very tedious, so i prominantly left with a friend of mine called Simon.
We were going up and down stairs and into other various rooms until we went outside and there was a few other of my friends there. These were Jamie, Gilly and Bucko. Jamie ran up to me and pulled off one of my limbs which just so happened to be an American football. The three of them were passing it about and I was trying to regain it. I then rugby tackled Jamie and he was writhing on the floor in agony.
so after making sure that he was ok. I headed off the field with my limb attached. We then met up with some people and started to play Football, all of the people we met with were dressed with bright orange and then I woke up cos I was running out of breath and needed my inhaler.
Mmmh... I don' remember much of the dream, but there was some weirdness to it. I know usually people dream about being naked in dreams, but I spent most of this one in a towel, totally hitchhiker style... I don't know why, but this was the guise I wore to go to the swimming pool.

Mind you, a swimming pool I usually go to by train; this time I did too, but the trains were crazy! I also remember forgetting my wallet and having to come back to fetch it, or maybe someone did bring it to me, because it was there at the pool.

I remember some violence in the dressing room... (yeah, a violent koala... I know what are you thinking).

Well, I guess that's what I remember. Lately I'm remembering my dreams, thing that didn't happen for a long time. Well, that just shows that Everything2 can change your life...

I had a very fragmented dream last night. The dream kept bouncing around from topic to topic. I guess I guess just really have a anti-coherent mind.


Fragment 1:

The first part of my dream I was watching a football game on TV. My team (Texas A&M) had just been upset by Colorado. I was mad that they lost. I remember thinking well it’s all down here from here.


Fragment 2:

The next part I was in one of my classes. The professor told us that the chapter in the study guide over Zip codes was better than the chapter in the book. And it was for a while the chapter until they redid it for the final edition. Now what Zip codes have to do with Analysis of Algorithms, the class, I don‘t know.


Fragment 3:

The next part of my dream I was sitting outside with my girlfriend. She asked me to skip a meeting a have tonight for her. A meeting where I’m going to walk away with over $200 to $300 dollars worth of stuff. Well perhaps this means I’m whipped, or maybe I truly love her, but I skipped it and stayed with her.

I was a werefox from a distant galaxy somewhere, and after having destroyed Babylon 5, I descended to Earth.. I got to the yard around my house in real life, and there was a small army waiting for me. I managed to suprise one soldier from behind and slice his throat open with my claws. He let out a bloody gurgle, and I just managed to get his assault rifle in my blood-soaked hands before rest of them noticed me and opened fire. They spread out, and I fought them for a long time, dead or dying soldiers everywhere, medics trying to patch up the wounded but I shot them as well. At some point I noticed there was a luxon training an army of genetically modified fighters. They were crow-legged hunched humanoids, blue, rough, with thick arms, legs and skin, and instead of fingers their hands had three almost meter long blades. I was behind a corner of a house, army regroupping next to another house, so I ran across the yard, getting their attention and luring them to the alien army. I looked from aside as the human army opened fire, aliens rushing towards them though they took hits constantly. Many aliens died on their way, many got severe injuries, but when they got to the human lines, the real massacre started! Frenzied aliens roared as they swung around with their blades, literally tearing humans apart before they even fell down. Humans fired at them, but they kept fighting though they lost one of their arms or got part of their brains shot through. Before the battle was over, some of the aliens started to mutilate the dead corposes when they couldnt fit themselves to kill the remaining fragment of human army, that was soon slaughtered and skinned alive. Slowly, the creatures calmed down and started studying their damages. None of them seemed to feel pain, as the ones who were unable to walk just looked around and dragged themselves around with their hands. I walked to them, and one of them talked to me for first time. It had lost its other hand from wrist down, and other one was cut off from the shoulder. It said "I would fight on, but I'm afraid I dont have what it takes anymore." and smiled, blood from its empty eyesocket making its teeth red and sticky. Suddenly, the luxon struck a severed blade through the wrist of its partly remaining arm, and the fighter thanked him before leaving to study his new prosthesis weapon. The luxon sighed before walking to his car, and I followed him, asking "What are you fighting for?". He didnt answer, but took a towel from his car and held it spred. It had white and brown female bunny morphs posing nude, and the luxon said "A friend of mine gave this to me. Maybe I finally get rid of it by giving it to you..".

I don't usually do this, but I just(in the last eight minutes) had a dream that I'd like to talk to about. It was about maybe five friends and me. All these friends were 'made up', meaning that they had no resemblence to real life people. The only friend I knew for real was G****n . In a nutshell, all these people are in my house at one point or another. One of the girls is sitting on my bed with another boy and me. She is very pretty. I remember her heavy eyeliner, shoulder length hair, skinny body type, and dark, almost gothic outfit she is wearing. Her hair is up and she's wearing acceptable smelling perfume. The boy resembles a teenage white-bread straight off a magazine tommy hilfiger ad. Before coming up to my room, he has been very nice and respectful to me. We are happy and all looking at magazines. While my parents are out, it has come down to us three in my bedroom and the rest of the group downstairs. I get off the bed to light candles and make my room look happier, cooler. When I get back to the bed there is no room left on my bed for me to sit on. The girl is talking up a storm with the boy and I have become the third wheel. I go downstairs, annoyed, hurt, and angry. From this point my parents come home to my house and I use this excuse to kick everyone out. I no longer want any of these people in my house. Two groups are formed between my friends, the ones who leave without attitudes and the assholes. I run upstairs, happy to have a reason to kick the two off my bed, out of my house. It is obvious that they both fucked. He lies to her right, naked and spooning her back as she too is naked, lying in his arms. The bedsheets are red, and they are under covers. I only see the outlines of their undressed bodies. My room is in a shambles and they sleep quite soundly. I wake her up and tell her that my parents are home and that they have to leave. While they both dress, I try to be casual all of a sudden, telling first the girl to 'take everything and come downstairs'. Then I tell the boy the same thing. They are both irritated at me. The girl mentions something about me lying about where I was previously during the day. This only makes me angrier, and now I only speed up the process of kicking everyone out. On my curb, the two fuck buddies jump into a car and begin talking about me and how I'm a jerk. Some louder friends accost and mock me outside. A group of them tries to take pictures of themselves in front of my house. Group friend pictures that I'm not a part of. I kick them even FARTHER off my property and here's where it gets fuzzy. I lose sight of the hows and whys of what I'm doing, but the general idea is that I am now beating the SHIT out of the assholes. Especially that girl and boy. I repeatedly drop bricks on their faces, hit them with sticks, beat on them with my fists. There is no 'dream' warping of the violence. Nothing is toned down or made made into comedic slapstick. I beat on these people just like I'd beat on them in reality. I think people watch me(the friends that DIDN'T turn into assholes) from the curb and are scared and frightened about my temper loss. There is one part of the beating where one of the assholes runs from me and I follow/hunt him down. I kill him with a brick and suddenly have this vision of a popular men's magazine (Maxim-like, Gq-ish) being flipped in front of me. On all the pages where a young model man is in an ad, either to show off his clothing line or whatever, it is him, with broken face, knees, joints. Wherever I hit him basically. One thing I'd like to stress. In my dream, I had killed him. Without a doubt. I had never done that before in a dream. I wake up during this part, feeling scared, restless and ashamed.

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