*** Dreamt Dec 28-29, 2009 ***
My brother Brandon, my friend Preston, and I were at an arcade participating in some sort of late night video game tournament. I was watching the screen and saw a player who was depicted on screen as a werewolf, and they were AMAZING...I don't recall the purpose of the game, but whatever it was, the player was demonstrating some amazing skills. Preston stepped up and logged on and dominated the player, who them stood up from the console she'd been playing from to reveal it was a girl gamer. I was impressed. But then not incredibly surprised to see her walk over to the counter and start ringing-up customers.
My brother and buddy decided we should spend the night there in the arcade. It was very late and it just seemed to, somehow, make sense.
I then started watching a documentary about a bio-chemical weapon that was used in the Vietnam War. The weapon took the form of a blueberry-flavored purple jelly that was stored in plastic squeeze tubes. The tubes were dropped from airplanes into jungle villages. The idea was that the natives would start to use the jelly as food, then the military could somehow activate the weapon-component of the jelly (it was unclear in my dream exactly how the jelly was a weapon). But as the natives started using it, they found that the jelly was immensely useful and could be turned into bread (not blueberry bread...just regular wheat bread) and other foods. It was a miracle food and would later be used to end world hunger.
Then I woke up.
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Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Rage only fuels my powers!!!
Yes, I've not posted here in FOREVER...this is my second post this year, and the first was in January!! It's been so long, in fact, that I quite wonder if anybody even checks this site anymore. I'm forced to wonder if anyone will ever notice this or any future dreams I post about. Oh well, I've maintained (when I actually DID maintain) this blog for myself so that I can go back and remember crazy dreams I've had that I thought were interesting enough that I'd want to remember them someday, so I guess it doesn't matter if nobody else ever reads this.
*** Dreamt December 8-9, 2009 ***
I was sitting on a huge set of bleachers in a big dimly lit room. I was surrounded by current and former Clearfield High School drama students and my high school drama teacher was calling out the casting she'd deciding for an upcoming musical production she was putting on. As she was going through the list other people were walking in, some of whom when she said them, were given lead roles. When she got to me she said, "Oh, you're going to have just a tiny, bit part." I was filled with rage; I couldn't believe I'd been snubbed again. I got up, trying to contain my anger. The drama teacher could see I was mad, and called after me, but I had to get out of there. I may have picked up and thrown a chair...I can't remember.
I left the building we were in and entered a church which was right next door. As I entered I saw a mass of people sort of mingling in and out of a room and among them I saw a good childhood friend of mine who passed away a few years ago. I was in shock. I slowly walked towards him, and as I approached he noticed me and called me by name and gave me a hug. I had no words. He looked at me and said, "Oh yeah...the whole dying thing. ...Well some people will do just about anything to get out of a bad marriage, eh?" I was still in shock and couldn't speak. He then laughed and said, "Nah, just kidding. But I can't tell you what happened. Sorry."
"What?!" I finally blurted out, incredulously. "Dude, tell me what really happened!"
"I can't tell you. Sorry." He said with a shrug.
"Well, then I can't be around you," and I turned and left.
I could hear him following me, and that compounded my anger with the prior events in the day. I went outside and suddenly was Wolverine. Metal claws extended from my hands and I let the rage fill me. Just then I saw several students running from the first building, and I knew that one of them was being chased by the military. I ran to her and told her that she needed to use her telekinesis to ward off bullets, but she said she didn't know how. Lucky for us both, I was also Magneto, so I started deflecting bullets with a magnetic field I'd raised. We ran to the parking lot and I looked to see a decent-sized group of military vehicles heading our way. I went on a rampage. Generating magnetic fields I pulled helicopters from the sky, tossed trucks, and smashed tanks from afar. When it looked like I'd destroyed the last of them, I told the driver of the truck we'd climbed onto during the commotion to get moving.
Then I woke up.
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*** Dreamt December 8-9, 2009 ***
I was sitting on a huge set of bleachers in a big dimly lit room. I was surrounded by current and former Clearfield High School drama students and my high school drama teacher was calling out the casting she'd deciding for an upcoming musical production she was putting on. As she was going through the list other people were walking in, some of whom when she said them, were given lead roles. When she got to me she said, "Oh, you're going to have just a tiny, bit part." I was filled with rage; I couldn't believe I'd been snubbed again. I got up, trying to contain my anger. The drama teacher could see I was mad, and called after me, but I had to get out of there. I may have picked up and thrown a chair...I can't remember.
I left the building we were in and entered a church which was right next door. As I entered I saw a mass of people sort of mingling in and out of a room and among them I saw a good childhood friend of mine who passed away a few years ago. I was in shock. I slowly walked towards him, and as I approached he noticed me and called me by name and gave me a hug. I had no words. He looked at me and said, "Oh yeah...the whole dying thing. ...Well some people will do just about anything to get out of a bad marriage, eh?" I was still in shock and couldn't speak. He then laughed and said, "Nah, just kidding. But I can't tell you what happened. Sorry."
"What?!" I finally blurted out, incredulously. "Dude, tell me what really happened!"
"I can't tell you. Sorry." He said with a shrug.
"Well, then I can't be around you," and I turned and left.
I could hear him following me, and that compounded my anger with the prior events in the day. I went outside and suddenly was Wolverine. Metal claws extended from my hands and I let the rage fill me. Just then I saw several students running from the first building, and I knew that one of them was being chased by the military. I ran to her and told her that she needed to use her telekinesis to ward off bullets, but she said she didn't know how. Lucky for us both, I was also Magneto, so I started deflecting bullets with a magnetic field I'd raised. We ran to the parking lot and I looked to see a decent-sized group of military vehicles heading our way. I went on a rampage. Generating magnetic fields I pulled helicopters from the sky, tossed trucks, and smashed tanks from afar. When it looked like I'd destroyed the last of them, I told the driver of the truck we'd climbed onto during the commotion to get moving.
Then I woke up.
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