I had a dream that there was this wild, late-night party going on in the corridors of my high school. And me and my friend formed a team of kids and had snowball fights in the stairwells with his older brother's team. But, the more we played, the less snow there was, and we ran out first, so we wound up losing. Then I turned to my friend, who had now become Danny Phantom, and asked him if he liked tennis. He said that of course he liked tennis, and then a tennis court appeared inside the school, bordered on either side by stairwells and floating platforms made of the same tile used in the hallways. And we played tennis.
She probably said she didn't know, because she was too distracted thinking about having HAWT SECKS with him. In the bed of a blue truck. No, wait, that's me.
Good thing we're both married, or I'd be sooo stalking him.
I had a dream once that I went to Australia to visit Jon. As soon as he opened the door I bashed his head in with a 5 iron and promptly went back home. It was a little disconcerting.
...You bastard!
In reality that wouldn't work though. The beard would wrench the club from your hands and generally belabour you about the face with it.
Last night I had a dream that, for whatever reason, we had three extra days of school in the middle of July, and I had a project due in Advanced US History, which I had barely even started on. Thing is, I took that class in 11th grade, not 12th. I guess the bad memories got into my subconscious. That class was so hard.
The other night I had a dream where me and my family went to this movie theater to see a movie. It was called 'White Kitty' (I'm no better at thinking up names in my dreams than I am when I'm awake, apparently.) It starred a white kitty, obviously, who walked on his hind legs and carried a machine gun. Somebody said that this movie was based on a popular web comic. Anyways, it was a long wait, so I went down a long, dark, carpeted corridor to the arcade. I spent what seemed like forever wandering around. I don't think I ever actually played anything.
After awhile, I went back to the lobby to find my family waiting for me. They said that the movie had started, but it was so bad that they left after about ten minutes. They all left the building except my dad, who took me to see the movie. He was like 'I'm only doing this because you missed it'. So I guess the movie was pretty bad. We went into the theater and the movie started. It showed a western saloon, and the kitty came in the swinging doors, dressed in a cowboy hat, handkercheif, and his machine gun, of course. Inside he met three robots who were also dressed like cowboys and also toted large guns. The cat meowed, and then everybody fought for awhile, and my dad gave me a sideways glance as if to say "this is a really bad movie", and then I woke up.
Hm...I had a dream last night about Naruto (bwahaha) Me, Kakashi, and Sasuke were in this deserted mansion. We all decided to have a skurikan/ninja star-only fight, and it was completely awesome. I got a shuriken in my leg. ouchies.
Well at least it wasn't a big mutant guy stomping on you. And yes, that happened to me in a dream a little while back. It was a weird dream. I was also doing some thing where I would try to forget my surroundings and I'd wave something in front of my eyes and as I managed to push stuff out of my memory things in my vision would suddenly be replaced with images from some other place. Like I was scrubbing the scene in front of me away. It was supposed to be some method of teleportation. It was tough to do while running from angry people and strange monsters. Hard to "forget" those.
A little while ago, I had a dream where I was in a huge mansion in some forest. A deer was running through it, all pissed off that some people built a house in his forest. I kept dodging the deer as it ran at me, until I ran into a certain room.
There was a zombie baby.
It was running at me fast, trying to eat me. It was maybe two years old at time of zombification, but it was fast, like the new Dawn of the Dead fast. I picked it up before it could bite me, and I threw it down a balcony to the cement floor below. Its head cracked open. Safe, and with the deer mysteriously vanishing, I left the house. Shortly after leaving, the house exploded.
Up from the rubble rose a psychokinetic zombie baby, radiating in energy like in every anime you've ever seen. And it was pissed.
I dreamt Elizabeth Taylor was a fleamarket vendor selling whatelse.....jewelry and perfume! Oddly, I wasn't in the dream even though I saw her selling her stuff to a family. It was funny.
Well I had an odd dream that seemed to be about sixthirtyfive (the orangebelt comic). In the dream, the comic was mentioned (discussed even) in a penny arcade blog. I noted that it was not actually linked, but considered within the dream that this would probably just cause the server to crash anyway. Next in the dream, I found myself looking at the sixthirtyfive website, but it was filled with many comics, and they did not seem like the sixthirtyfive comics I knew. I assumed this to be some sort of mirror full of remixed sixthirtyfive comics. Then the dream REALLY got crazy and there was something about a sixthirtyfive movie. I was all like "WTF?" in the dream. Sadly, I could see even in the dream that the movie did not seem to have any relation to the comic. My memory of the dream is now very hazy and I don't remember anything else about the movie.
I blame this squarely on a time I was reading webcomics between 2 and 3 AM. specifically a penny arcade blog and a sixthirtyfive comic.
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you think I'm not stalking him!?
...I mean uh... good use of injokes.
...You bastard!
In reality that wouldn't work though. The beard would wrench the club from your hands and generally belabour you about the face with it.
Then we would go and get some pie.
After awhile, I went back to the lobby to find my family waiting for me. They said that the movie had started, but it was so bad that they left after about ten minutes. They all left the building except my dad, who took me to see the movie. He was like 'I'm only doing this because you missed it'. So I guess the movie was pretty bad. We went into the theater and the movie started. It showed a western saloon, and the kitty came in the swinging doors, dressed in a cowboy hat, handkercheif, and his machine gun, of course. Inside he met three robots who were also dressed like cowboys and also toted large guns. The cat meowed, and then everybody fought for awhile, and my dad gave me a sideways glance as if to say "this is a really bad movie", and then I woke up.
.....yeah.
...I only ever seem to remember nightmares. Some of them are pretty dark.
Then, while defending against the siege, the enemies brought in a dragon brigade and began raining fire on our castle. We were still winning, though.
Then my alarm went off. It was one of those dreams where you're pissed off when you wake up, because you want the dream to continue.
Guess I'll have to resort to hallucinogens.
There was a zombie baby.
It was running at me fast, trying to eat me. It was maybe two years old at time of zombification, but it was fast, like the new Dawn of the Dead fast. I picked it up before it could bite me, and I threw it down a balcony to the cement floor below. Its head cracked open. Safe, and with the deer mysteriously vanishing, I left the house. Shortly after leaving, the house exploded.
Up from the rubble rose a psychokinetic zombie baby, radiating in energy like in every anime you've ever seen. And it was pissed.
And my alarm went off.
I woke up in a cold sweat.
Post-that-makes-no-sense-whatsoever ftw!
I blame this squarely on a time I was reading webcomics between 2 and 3 AM. specifically a penny arcade blog and a sixthirtyfive comic.
and i pwnd you all >.<