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Moonrise Kingdom…

(April 26th-27th, 2012)

Last night I found myself at some sort of televised talent show, much like American Idol, X Factor, or America’s Got Talent, you know the type, three judges that all speak their minds. Two of these judges were Emma Watson and Rupert Grint of Harry Potter fame. I paid no attention to the third judge, I had no idea who it was.

Suddenly the show was over and we were all outside at some sort of BBQ or party or something like that. Emma looked gorgeous, it’s what she does, and I was hoping to get to talk to her, unfortunately I never did. It’s okay though.

I did, however, get a chance to talk to Rupert Grint, aka Ron Weasley. I actually made more of an effort to talk to him than I did Emma. I knew my friend Grace (Hi Grace, you actually follow this blog!) would love a phone call from this ginger fella, she has quite a thing for gingers. I felt that it was important to give it a shot.

At first he was very cooperative and said he would absolutely talk to my friend. I tried calling Grace, but for some reason I couldn’t get a hold of her. I kept on trying to get a hold of her, but to no avail. Rupert was getting noticeably annoyed by my wasting his time, but I was determined. Unfortunately for Grace, I wasn’t able to get the call through.

Then I woke up…

(April 11th-12th, 2012)

Last night everything seemed typical, I was in my own home with normal people. It was a seemingly ordinary day in dreamland. It didn’t take long for things to go awry.

There was a virus going around, this virus was like something out of 28 Days Later. Whatever was infected was filled with rage and would attack just about anything. The difference was that this virus really only affected dogs.

Humans couldn’t get the virus, but we had to be aware of vicious dogs that wanted to kill us. Eventually the dogs that did get this disease would most likely die. This is why I was upset when one of my dogs got it.

The difference between my dog and the others was that my dog didn’t go psycho. My dog retained her pleasant, “I love everybody” attitude, despite being infected with this awful virus. However, my dog was still going to die, and this upset me tremendously.

I remember asking if there was anything that could be done, if there was any chance the virus would just go away and my dog would be ok. The answer I got was “yes, but don’t get your hopes up.”

I got my hopes up.

…Then I woke up.

(March 8th-9th, 2012)

Last night I found myself in yet another zombie-infested wasteland. The reason this zombie dream was different from the cornucopia of other zombie dreams I had was that in this particular dream I didn’t actually see any zombies, I just knew that they were out there, lurking.

I arrived in dreamland way out in the country, I was on some sort of farm in the rolling hills of God knows where. I was part of a large group of survivors, there had to be hundreds of us. It was daytime but it didn’t take long for day to turn to night, and we apparently had no choice but to camp out in the middle of a field. So there we were, hundreds of us with sleeping bags laying out in the open while zombies lurked in the shadows.

I was in the dead center of the group next to the only lantern. I was comforted knowing that if zombies did show up from any direction, I had a large buffer zone. My uncle was there and told me something that freaked me out. He said to me, “you’re lucky, zombies will not bother anyone that is sleeping where you are, all they will do is sneak up and look at you.” The thought of waking up to a zombie staring at me really gave me the heebie-jeebies as they say, but again I was comforted knowing that they would not kill me. I could hear people in the distance start to scream. I went to sleep (in my dream, somehow).

 When I woke up (still in the same dream) it was daytime. I stood up and looked around. The hundreds of survivors that made up our group were all gone, they were killed and eaten by zombies in the night. The only survivors left besides me were My dad, my sister and a girl I didn’t recognize. There was something special about the girl that I couldn’t put my finger on, for some reason I just felt a strong obligation to protect her with my life. We found a house and went inside to gather supplies and form a plan. As far as we got in our planning was agree that we had to leave. I told the girl that everything was going to be fine and I would keep her safe.

…Then I woke up.

Two posts in one week!? I know, it’s crazy. So much happened in this dream that I couldn’t find a picture to properly illustrate it, so sorry, but Natalie Portman wasn’t in this dream. This is a long one, so brace yourself (insert sex joke here).

(Feb 24th-25th, 2012)

Last night I arrived in dreamland walking up to a cottage on the lake, most likely Lake Ontario. Some cousins were there and our moms were inside the house. My cousins and I walked through the house to the patio in the back, which was basically a deck over the lake. We were just hanging out when a big wave came, it hit the deck and surprised us, but we laughed about it. Suddenly an even bigger wave that we were expecting even less came.

We saw it late and grabbed whatever we could to hold on because we knew this one was going to hit us hard. The wave went right over the deck and through us into the railing, which promptly broke, there were about four of us that almost fell into the lake, which basically meant death while the lake was acting so violent. Three of us got up right away and helped up a girl I didn’t recognize that was almost all the way in the lake. We walked inside the cottage after this to get out of the now violent weather, not sure what to make of what just happened.

Suddenly I wasn’t in the cottage anymore, but a ritzy penthouse. I was with two girls (not in a weird way or anything, relax), one of whom was apparently an assassin. There were two other women in the room, who apparently wanted to kill me. The assassin that was trying to help me told me I had to take out the two other girls before they killed me, and then left. I tried to tell her that I didn’t have a gun to shoot them with, she didn’t care.

I turned to the other girl that was on my side and asked her if she had a gun. She said yes and I told her to give it to me. As it turns out, this “gun” was more of a pea shooter shaped like an uzi. As you can imagine, I was disappointed, this girl that was supposed to be an assassin in training was useless. I turned the corner and tried to shoot one of the other girls, hoping this little gun was more powerful than it seemed. It wasn’t, the bullet hit her in the stomach and bounced off, she didn’t even flinch. I would’ve been better off shooting rubber-bands at her.

Immediately I aborted the mission and ran for the elevator. I hit the ground floor and prayed the doors would close before the two killers made it. I made it to the lobby safely. I got out of the elevator and ran into may friend Katy from work. I told her that people were after me and we had to get out of there fast before they killed us both. She seemed oblivious and just stood there. I was getting frustrated with her, I was trying to save both of our lives. I dragged her out of the building and started looking for a car, she started walking back into the building. I ran back to get her out of the building again and suddenly we were somewhere else.

Me, Katy and now two friends from high school, Brittany and Donald, were at a restaurant. The four of us asked for a table, but instead we got split up. Brittany and Katy went to one table with different people, and Donald and I went to a table where a middle aged couple were sitting. This confused me, I was also very confused as to what to order. I walked over to Katy and Brittany’s table and to my surprise they already got there food. They had delicious looking pizza. I decided the restaurant was prejudice against guys seeing how Donald and I were starving and had nothing to eat.

Then the third random scene change happened. Katy, Brittany and Donald disappeared and I was in an arena with a large audience. I was a monster truck rally, and I was driving. Suddenly there were mini dirt bikes everywhere. They were chasing me, the thought in my head was that they wanted to kill me. I was still afraid of running them over so I got out of the truck. I realized that the dirt bikers didn’t want to kill me, it was more like a game of tag.

I knocked one of the riders off and took his bike, rode it around for a while and then returned it; the two of us had a good laugh over that. Then I decided to do some hardcore parkour. There were abandoned buildings and scaffolding all over the arena that the dirt bikers where wandering around and I was parkouring the shit out of them. There were suddenly many more people doing parkour around the arena, and the bikers were still speeding around. It was quite a sight and a terrific experience.

…Then I woke up.

(Feb 21st-22nd, 2012)

When I arrived in the land of dreams I was watching a couple of people that I don’t know leave on a bus for a ski trip. I didn’t recognize them, but I knew that they were supposed to be my friends. For some reason I ran after them, the bus was obviously faster than me and by the time I got to the ski resort, they were already packing up to head back. I decided to flag down the bus driver and catch a ride back with them.

For some reason I suddenly had luggage of my own, I distinctly remember having packed four pairs of shoes (not a single pair of snow gear, mind you). The bus was one of those Grand Tour busses. It wasn’t full, there was about two seats for every passenger, all of whom seemed to be friendly with one another, none of which I recognized. We started driving back, and it didn’t take long before we were almost there.

When we were getting close, for some reason, the bus driver that everyone seemed to like decided to simply get up and walk to the back of the bus. The back of the bus magically looked like a hallway with a door for a bathroom on one side and his bedroom on the other. He walked into his bedroom. Meanwhile, the bus was cruising down the road with no driver. I decide that it was up to me to step in.

I shouted something along the lines of “I’ll drive” and jumped into the driver’s seat and wrangled the bus into my control. I sort of felt like Sandra Bullock in Speed. I was simply steering it to keep it straight. In no time our destination was arriving, which happened to be a building right in the path of this speeding bus. I hit the brakes but nothing happened. The brake pedal didn’t even move, it was like stomping on an anvil. I’ve never driven a vehicle with air brakes, perhaps that had something to do with it, then again, in my dream I don’t think my mind would’ve given the bus air brakes when I don’t even know how they work. Anyway, back to the dream.

I hit the brakes and nothing happened. Still heading straight for the wall, I decided to try and simply turn the wheel as hard as I could. I braced for impact, but my wild antics seemed to work brilliantly. The back end of the bus flew out, so I basically drifted a tour bus. The back end flew out and hit the building slightly, and the front end hit a lamp post, but for the most part it was very smooth, so smooth in fact that I didn’t even think it necessary to ask anyone if they were okay.

The bus was parked and people started gathering their things and getting off, I remember telling someone to grab my shoes, all four pairs of them. Then I walked to the back of the bus. My two friends walked into the drivers bedroom to bitch him out about walking away, I too decided to jump in, mostly bragging that I heroically drove the bus and saved the passengers.

…Then I woke up.

May your eternal sleep wield the sweetest of dreams…

It’s been over a month since I’ve posted one of my dreams, No dream worth posting last night so here’s one I had a while ago…

(From the Archives)

I arrived in dreamland on the second floor of what looked like some sort of dojo. If you’ve ever seen Inception, it was sort of like the room Leo was in during the beginning when the water starts bursting through the upper level windows, yes, just like that. Anyway, I was on the second floor, it was like a loft and I could look down to the ground floor. I was with a small group of friends and we were being held up by three guys with guns.

Two of these guys had pretty serious guns; the third, and only the third for some reason, had a nerf gun. It was comical actually, This guy with a toy standing among badasses that wanted to kill us, I probably would’ve laughed in real life. I didn’t know what these guys were going to do, they didn’t seem interested in robbing us, just killing us, so I decided to act. Moving like Jason Bourne I snatched one of the real guns and before any of the three guys could react, I took every one of them out. Little did I know that was when all Hell would break loose.

Suddenly there were guys with guns everywhere in the room, and they opened fire. I turned to my friends and told them to follow me, I would get us out of there. I was the only one with a gun and I could hear bullets flying all around us. We all crouched down and moved toward the stairs to get to the ground floor.

As we were swiftly moving toward the stairs I suddenly felt really bad about shooting and killing the guy with the nerf gun. I mean, it’s not like he really could’ve hurt us; it was in the heat of the moment to save my friends, I shot everyone that was trying to stop us. I still felt horrible, that was all that was running through my mind in the heat of battle was shooting the idiot that brought a nerf gun to a stick-up. I guess people that stupid shouldn’t be allowed to live. 

We started moving down the stairs and I started actually seeing the people with the guns, and not just the bullets flying. We got halfway down the stairs and my view of the room became very clear, but I was never able to get another shot off.

…Then I woke up.

(Dec 15th-16th, 2011)

Last night I found myself pulling into a driveway. It was nighttime, I got out of my car and in the backseat of a BMW. There were 4 of us in the car, a friend of mine was sitting next to me, and an instructor I had at college was driving. the other was a girl I didn’t recognize.

We were cruising around, and it wasn’t long before I came to realize I somehow got in the car of a coke dealer. Turns out my instructor is a drug dealer in my dreams, my friend was in on it, but not the mastermind. The girl in the front passenger seat wanted to buy some. She gave my friend some money and I had a bag full of packets of cocaine in my lap, I had no idea how much to give her, I don’t know how much cocaine is worth. All I wanted was to do what they wanted me to do so they wouldn’t shoot me or something. My friend told me what to give her and she got out.

Suddenly I was in the passenger seat, my friend said something that angered my instructor and he pulled out a gun, I just sat there. suddenly I heard a gunshot and felt something on the back of my neck. I quickly realized that I was shot to teach my friend a lesson, why he didn’t just shoot my friend, I’ll never know. My friend freaked out, I just held the back of my neck, the bullet just grazed me and I could feel the wound where it hit. We all got out of the car.

My instructor looked at me and apologized, he said that it had to be done, it was nothing personal, much like you would expect a cold-blooded killer to say. I just stood there looking at him, basically to afraid to move, the guy was crazy. Suddenly he pulled out two pistols, one in each hand and just pointed them at me, then put them away. I just kept holding my gunshot wound, it didn’t hurt much, but I was well aware of the fact that I was just shot. But I thought I handled it very well.

It was dark the whole time, but at this point the sun came up and it turned light very quickly. We were on the UB campus, students started going to classes. I was going to say to the group that all these students come out of nowhere once the sun comes up, but I never got the chance. My friend and I got back in the car, my instructor didn’t. Suddenly two people I went to high school with got in the front and started driving. I felt the need to hide all evidence that there was cocaine all over the car, I thought at this point I was in too deep to get out of the trouble I would be in.

We started driving through the woods. I was surprised that this BMW was capable of driving where it was. Everyone in the car then got in an argument over whether or not the car was all-wheel drive, it was.

…Then I woke up.

It’s been a while since I’ve had a good dream, but last night I had one…

(November 11th-12th, 2011)

Last night, in dreamland, I found myself on a beach. It was dusk. There was the water to one side of me, big hills to the other side and a large house and a pier down the beach behind me. I looked out into the water and saw a kayak, it was empty, but it was being circled by a large amount of sharks. I couldn’t believe how many sharks there were and I didn’t know what to make of it; I just knew something fishy was going on.

I walked back down the beach to the house and went inside. The room I walked into had tall ceilings and looked very old. Inside the house was President Barack Obama and one of his guards. Strangely enough I didn’t think much of this at the time, it was just the president.

Suddenly the room began to shake violently. It felt like a strong earthquake. Obama said something about how the walls come apart. As soon as he said that the walls started collapsing. Obama, his security and I all rushed to try to hold the walls up and keep the house from collapsing, but alas we were not successful. We had to abandon the safety of the house and run outside, for it was not safe anymore. 

Now outside, we started walking back down the beach, toward where I saw the sharks. When we go a little ways from the house I looked up into the hills and noticed something astonishing. The reason the house had shaken to pieces was not because of an earthquake but because of an explosion. Something on the other side of the hill had burst into flames, Smoke was billowing into the night sky and the flames rose all the way over the hill. I assumed this was a terrorist attack.

For some reason I thought this had something to do with the sharks, so I turned to the water and started looking for them. There were even more of them now, just circling about fifty feet out. Barack Obama’s bodyguard said that it must be shark week, I assured him shark week took place over the summer, which it was not.

It was quiet on the beach, but choas surrounded us on all sides. The house had collapsed behind us, Sharks infested the water to one side, and the world was burning to the other. It was cool.

…Then I woke up.

(October 26th-27th, 2011)

Last night I found myself in my dad’s old apartment. For some reason I kept needing to wash my hands. Instead of using soap, I was using this sandy substance that turned into suds (just like normal handsoap). It came in a big sack, like dog food or charcoal comes in; the only thing on the bag in big letters was “URANIUM”. This portion of my dream has nothing to do with the rest of it, so I’m not sure what to make of it.

Immediately after this I was transported out to my old high school. It was night, the streetlights were on, and it looked like it had recently rained. There’s a barrier separating the parking lot from the road and that’s where I was standing. I was with a group of people. Across the street there are houses, and a man was standing in front of one of them. He was in full straight-jacket and face mask like Hannibal Lecter. He was all alone and we assumed he was an insane killer. We ducked down behind the barrier hoping that he wouldn’t see us, if he did we thought he’d come after us.

I wanted to go home, but if I left I would have to walk by Hannibal man, who was now out of the straight-jacket, so I just stayed and watched a little longer. A car parked on the street drove off, I thought it was Hannibal which scared me, but I was assured by the rest of the group that is was not. At this point I really wanted to get out of there. I quickly sneaked behind a wall. I was trying to get away and still stay hidden from Hannibal. The rest of the group decided to follow.

Eventually we sneaked our way to the high school, which was set up differently from when I went there. We didn’t think we could get in, which sucked because we couldn’t leave either. I thought we would be spending the night outside, hiding from Hannibal. I walked up a set of stairs that isn’t there in real life. I looked through a window and saw Mike Carlo, an old friend, inside. He waved to the side, I looked and there was an unlocked door. I called to the rest of the group and we went inside.

Mike told me that this was the only room unlocked, we couldn’t get to the rest of the building. That was okay because we had beds and a warm place to spend the night. Mike said he was an RA for college dorms, these beds belonged to students, but none of them were there so we could use them. The last thing I remember is looking at the big open windows and hoping we could close the blinds and lock the doors. I didn’t want Hannibal to wander over and see us.

…Then I woke up.