Dreams

[Versus]

oh god i had some weird dreams last night, i don't really remember them now but holy shit

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oh god i had some weird dreams last night, i don't really remember them now but holy shit

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[Versus]

not an option

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[Eightball]

Sorry for another necro, but I had a rather long and interesting dream. It's a bit long and convoluted, so bear with me. I tried to record every detail I could remember. It seems like the plot to some teen-angst book.

My dream begins with me and a friend hanging out in a utility room in my dormitory at night. The utility room is located just below the roof of the building, and is a fairly large room. We are sitting near a grate or vent that looks down onto a dark, unlit spiral of stairs. We were approached by the campus headmaster, a wizened and kindly old man, who seemed to appear out of the darkness. He is puzzled as to why we choose such a dark and dirty room to relax, but he voices no concern as he realizes that we are not up to no good. The headmaster has been a good mentor to me, helping me to gain admission to the university as well as providing me counseling during the shaky transition into college life (this is all within the dream). But as I begin to chat with him, my friend drops his keys down the grate, and they fall all the way to the bottom of the stairs. He rushes out of the room after them. I prepare to take my leave of the headmaster and follow my friend, but as I go he stops me and asks if there is anything I needed to talk to him about. I say no.

At the bottom of the stairs, the keys have been recovered. Just not by my friend. Another resident (let’s give him a name; Stewart) and a group of his friends noticed the keys falling and have tried using them to open the door to the downstairs boiler room. I never thought terribly much of Stewart and his gang. They had all pledged to a fraternity, but had to still reside in the dorms for their freshman year. They were popular with most of the dorm residents, as they were an easily accessible source of alcohol. Well, let me rephrase. I never minded Stewart’s friends, just Stewart himself. He was a slightly overweight blond (or maybe ginger?) who already had run-ins with campus police. There were rumors that he had even raped a girl during the first week, although those were probably false. What he was doing trying to get into the boiler room was any guess to me. Anyways, once they found that the keys that randomly fell down the stairway could not open the door, they returned the keys to my friend. They then invited us to the (lit) stairway later that night for drinking and chatting. I didn’t want to breed any animosity, so I agreed to meet them.

About an hour later, I came downstairs with some people from my floor. We met Stewart and his friends and began to chat and so on. It was ok; they seemed like a decent bunch. They then invited all of us (and me in particular) to attend the spring night-time festival. It was a sort of night-of-fun that their fraternity was hosting, with events all around campus. It was getting late, and I realized that the festival was likely religious in nature (their fraternity was openly Christian, and I had had bad experiences with religious events). Additionally, Stewart and his friends made suggestions that they were going to be doing something illegal, be it destroying property or some generic hooliganry, So I declined. However, when the group left to go to the festival, I walked out them with a bit. I then realized that my phone was not in my pocket, and that I had left my messenger bag in the stairway. I returned to find Stewart and two of his friends still in the stairway, oddly enough. I asked them if either had seen my phone. They stayed silent but I distinctly saw a smile spread across Stewart’s face. I knew he had the phone, and I jokingly went down the stairs to get the phone back from him. After some cajoling, he produced the phone but did not hand it over. He was laughing, with malice clearly in his voice. He turned the phone to me, and that’s when my heart dropped. He had taken a photograph with my camera of the contents of my bag. For the past few months, I had kept a handgun in my bag. I had some convoluted reason to keep it with me. Maybe I had wanted to play the hero if I saw a crime or travesty occurring. I don’t know. However, we were (obviously) strictly forbidden from keeping firearms anywhere on campus. Doing so would result in certain expulsion from the university. It was my dirty little secret. And this fuckface had found it. Fortunately, it wasn’t loaded quite then, but there was ammo in the bag. He said that I had to meet them late at night for some “merriment”, or else he would post the photograph all over facebook, using my phone to gain access to my account. Within time, the university police would come investigating. I had no choice but to consent. He took the phone and bag with him and left. I seem to recall screaming into the stairway once he had left.

About an hour later, I decided to break into Stewart’s room. I thought that he would have left my bag in his room rather than cart it around all night. My plan was to sneak in, take back the phone or gun if either was there, and dispose of any evidence. Since most people were out at the festival, no one would hear the noise. I got the idea from when he tried to break into the basement. His room was next to the dark stairway on the floor above mine, so I sought to scale the stairway and either lockpick the door to the floor and then the door to his room, or alternately to climb out of the window to break through the window to his room, which would only be a few feet away. Unfortunately, I realized that after midnight both stairways are monitored by camera. Every other length of stairs in the square spiral would have camera surveillance on it, and I couldn’t afford to be caught on camera skulking around a few minutes before a break-in would occur. My only options were to scale the side of the building (not possible) or to leap from the handrails of the alternating flights of stairs that were not camera-observed. I set out to do the latter. I was almost to his floor when something odd happened. A girl was doing the very same thing, only in reverse. She smiled at me and leapt down to a lower flight of stairs. I reached the top and realized that my plan could not be carried out. This was part of a series of challenges set out by the festival. There was a code on the door that students were to acquire without getting caught by the cameras. It would be impossible to break into his room if there were going to be that many people around to hear the noises. Downtrodden, I exited the building and went out to the festival.

Wandering about the festival in a daze, I wondered what my options were. Given the amount of malice demonstrated by Stewart that night, it was certain that even if I complied with his demands, he would still post the photograph. I considered approaching the headmaster, who had been very reasonable in the past. No, I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t disappoint him by showing that I had violated basic safety protocol by having a gun, and then losing it. I had to deal with it myself. I found myself in the center of the festivities, with food stands all about and a large clock ticking down the remaining time in the festival. I realized I had to go meet Stewart now.

His plans were to meet him at the roof of the Tribune center, a building for journalism students. I waited for him there at the agreed-upon time. For half an hour more I waited, wondering if he would ever show up. Eventually he appeared, visibly drunk. He laughed at the situation I was in. At least his friends weren’t there. He handed me the gun and told me, in slurred speech, that I had to fire into the crowd below or he would post the photograph. I took the gun and approached the edge of the building. My heart was racing now, and I began to weigh my options. I could fake a shot; make a noise with my voice and maybe the drunkard wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. But no, the crowd below wouldn’t make a noise. It wouldn’t be convincing. I also considered shooting into some bushes, but the crowd was so dense that I was afraid that I would hit someone by accident. Then I had a sudden insight. The fuckface, the man who had made my life a living hell tonight, had been stupid enough to hand me a loaded gun in a place where no one could see us. I didn’t value his life at all, and I would feel a sense of liberation at his death. I decided to kill Stewart. I held the gun up, and swung it around at him.

There, standing next to the laughing drunkard, stood the school headmaster. On his other side, a police officer also stood, gun trained on me. He fired.

That’s when the dream ended.


EDIT: Yeah, looking back in it there's a lot of inconsistencies, plot holes and "wtf?" but it's a dream so durp

[CaffeinePowered]

Damn that was heady

[Versus]

:o

[PyroZombie]

I've been dreaming apocalyptic events, from what I've read It's supposed to signal personal revelations.

[rumsfald]

Last night I had a dream that the Beastie Boys made a black and white high-definition Western movie in the vein of The Three Amigos (Sabatoge video style).

Almost as good as the dream I had a couple of weeks ago of accidently running into Luin and HeK in a swingers' bar. (I saw them in a booth and said hi, nothing dirty happened, more like a "what are you doing here" kind of chat)

[Luinbariel]

Last night I had a dream that the Beastie Boys made a black and white high-definition Western movie in the vein of The Three Amigos (Sabatoge video style).

Almost as good as the dream I had a couple of weeks ago of accidently running into Luin and HeK in a swingers' bar. (I saw them in a booth and said hi, nothing dirty happened, more like a "what are you doing here" kind of chat)

Lol wow... D:

[Dtrain323i]

I dreamt I had a threesome with SBcrystal and Luin while Versus fapped in the corner

[Surf314]

I dreamt I had a threesome with SBcrystal and Luin while Versus fapped in the corner

Who had the best time?

[Luinbariel]

I dreamt I had a threesome with SBcrystal and Luin while Versus fapped in the corner

But... you aren't even on team snail!

I dreamt that HeK cheated on me a little with some other girl and that a bunch of bitchy girls told me it was because I don't dress well and I'm too nice. I think Crystal came along and started telling me better ways to dress and to wear makeup so I could be awesome like her (she is awesome).

I hate dreams like this, I wake up feeling all shitty like I've been dumped when I haven't.

[Turtle]

I dreamt that I was playing golf, for like the entire 8 hours i was asleep. If i remember correctly i was doing pretty bad, but I was pretty focused on the announcers who sounded like how Diglett and Jeff would talk to eachother.

[Odin]

You guys have weird ass dreams.

[Luinbariel]

Dreamt that I was helping some marine biologist lady with seals and shit. They let me pet them.

[beep beep diglett]

oh god i had the weirdest dream ever, i had to go somewhere (like the moon or something idk) but i had to get a vaccine so i could "sync with its timezone", and then i was in a jungle setting up tents for like an hour, which were then destroyed by japanese bombers


i dont know what the fuck

[rumsfald]

I dreamed that I had in my living room that toy model Colosseum that Zeus had in the original clash of the titans. I was using it as a coffee table and it had a checkerboard inside. Then dreamed I woke up, remembered the Colosseum table and how cool it was, and built one with legos. It was cool, but not as cool as the first dream, and my disappointment actually woke me up.

[Luinbariel]

I had a bit of a nap on the farm yesterday (went to see my parents) and I dreamt that HeK and I were fishing in one of the fields. We were catching some awesome fish when I suddenly caught a seal. Then HeK caught one so I put mine back because I felt bad about it.

Then we saw a fish that lived in the air, and it was beautiful. It just sort of shimmered and floated around HeK and it was red and blue, but we didn't want to catch it. I think that was because I had been staring in a sick daze at the stained glass window of a red and blue fish like object maybe an hour before that nap.



I also had a dream that I was some kind of cop but all my cop friends put me in a high security hospital because I was sick and someone was trying to kill me or kidnap me. I was getting bored and they wouldn't let me go on missions with them when suddenly one of them pulls a gun on me and I realize it was him all along. But his gun is fake so I take him down and cuff him.

[rumsfald]

I also had a dream that I was some kind of cop....But his gun is fake so I take him down and cuff him.

mmmm, women in uniform porn....