Kingswood

So ya, I just came across a dream I don't at all want to forget.

With my friends in some strip of shops. It was after school, and we were met up with Ashley (I ono the fuck why? jk) and her friends. She then said she had to "Go the the DMV!" (whatever that is) and she ran straight into a Kingswood restaurant. Then I thought, I really want fried rice. So I ran in there too. Inside was a young boy who was the cook, and a chef, whom was more like the manager. I pleaded for fried rice, only to get denied by both. Fucking cussed the shit out of them and ran outside to tell my GLC (Daher). The manager got scared and persuaded me he would serve me. Inside I finally thought I was gonna get my meal, and still the young ass cook was being a douchebag. I still did not get my food. Waited while a shit load of people came in the room, everyone whom was being served by this retarded cook. After, I couldn't take it anymore, so I interrupted the boy's cooking and grabbed the fried rice tray. I dumped it on his head, and I proceeded to the door.

"FUCK YOU!" (and I ended up flipping him off while everyone cheered)

-RJHE

It's time...

...to seal up this dream vault.


"End of the World Dream #2"

It was a very short experience. I was packing up the last of things in my trashed up house. It was the last time I was gonna ever live in Walnut, and a car was to pick us up and move us in time before the end finally arrives.

"Dance"

I didn't go to any dances in my school year, but I dreamed I went with this girl, whom I always wanted to go with. It was a blast.

"Flash"

I was "Flash" from Justice League, and I was fending off enemies with my accomplices. I kick ass at super fast speed.





End. (July 26, 090

Scary

What's weird is how everything that took part in this dream was something I was pondering about the day before.


The dream starts off with some demon rabbit figure, which was exactly identical to the one in "Donnie Darko". It was late at night, and two other guys and I were trying to run from this horrid creature. One guy was equipped with an uzi, while I had an m1 garand. We ended up getting the devil rabbit held behind a tree, while I waited for the perfect shot. When he was completely in target, I took the shot, yet I had no more ammo. The demon comes out behind the tree and takes down the uzi man and is ripping away at his flesh. The other guy and I run towards the fierce battle, and we tackled down the rabbit. For some reason I had ammo out of nowhere and I shot the rabbit dead.


Then my dream teleported to an amusement park. I was riding a rollercoaster, in the second cart. While on the ride, the first cart detaches right when we are going to run straight into it. Everyone leaned to the right side, and amazingly, we dodged it.


I'm later at the Hollywood Bowl, with Death Cab for Cutie playing. I recall them exactly playing all of "I Will Follow You Into the Dark" and "I Was Once a Loyal Lover".

Game show

My dream had to be a game show, and if you lose... you die!

It was supposedly all of our school crammed into a giant room, positioned in a circle. In the center was the "game show" host explaining the rules of this "game" we were about to take part in. He explained the contestant will be whom whoever everyone yells out from the audience. As the first player was to be chosen, we were all yelling out "Ronald McDonald!" and pointed at him so he was destined to be chosen. Ronald flipped us off, and took his seat on the middle chair to be asked a series of questions. Once the host began, Ronald had failed to complete the first question and the host had activated spikes from the sealing to come down and exterminate Ronald. That is when we found out, once you get a question wrong, you are executed. Everyone was devastated once the second contestant was to be chosen. With all my luck, it had to be me, whom everyone was yelling out. (Sarcasm) I took my place on the chair in the center of the crowd. I had too got the first question wrong, and I too was put to death. During this whole time I prayed, as the spikes were falling, to go to Heaven. And there I died, a painful death.

The Helicopter/The Fat Waitress

This dream was probably one of the most clearest of all dreams I ever had. I can recall tasting food, and a whole shit load of senses I had experienced, so here's how it begins.

I started out zip lining down a line to reach a platform in the middle of a lake, accompanied by Bear Grylls, the British adventurer. We were doing some "Man Vs Wild" shit, until one of the crew members fell into the lake. It so happened that this crew member had went through the platform from underwater, instead of climbing over, and all of us were amazed by his "walking through things" ability. So this is where the story gets interesting. Out of nowhere I'm flying a helicopter with my group of friends that I ordinarily hang out with. I let Brent take the wheel, as he prepares to land us on the ground floor. We were pissed at him for landing on top of an FBI car, as we quickly took off into the air again. The FBI were after us because we were too young to be flying helicopters. Then I'm later trying to find something in some restricted area, while a worker catches me. I play along that I met him on AIM for some reason, and we chat about nonsense.

In another dream, I was with part of my family, and my brother's friends. We were in a restaurant, being served by the fattest/whitest waitress ever known to man. In reality, my brother and I share 1 soft drink and receive many refills in order to save money. Just like the real life, we had done the same in this made up restaurant of my mind. The waiter had caught us sharing the soda, and he threw a fit, shouting at all of us and screaming,"You're paying for that!" Then we moved to another table and talked a whole bunch of shit about him.

The end.

Lucid Sky

I knew I was dreaming in this one, cause of the color changing sky.

I met up with a girl, "Romeo and Juliet" style, whatever the fuck that means.

Then I was riding some rollercoaster with my brother.

Motorcycle mayhem

I drop off my family at church and ride around the parking lot, with my super cool bike. I'm running over shit, and see John's mom driving with John in the car and they're giving me a thumbs up through their window, as I did some super slick drift. I park, then I'm heading for the weekly mass, until I see a colorful robot walking towards me. At first it was like wtf, until I see that it was Michael M whom owns this robot. We later go for a walk with this machine and that sums up this dream.

Feliz Cumpleaños

I dreamed it was already Justin's birthday, and we all were grouped together in his computer room, inside the house I imagined it would look like. Before going to the beach, we were watching porn on his computer. (haha!) I was frightened when his mom entered the room and caught all of us, so I rushed to turn off the screen. However, his mom happened to be laughing like she didn't care and left. Everything around me changed in a blink of an eye, and I was standing at the top of a hill of some neighborhood. The house I was in front of happened to be my own, which looked like nothing of my own home. I ran to my mom, yelling that I'm about to miss Justin's party. So I waited in the car, and took out my Ipod to listen to some tunes. I even recall clearly of looking at the title of the song "I Love College". As I pulled my Ipod away from my face, I see the car rolling down the hill on its own. Scared, I took the wheel of the car and steered it into some store. I climbed out, nervous as fuck, and attempted to lift the car back up the hill. As I was walking, the car turned into a wheelchair, and I was rolling up hill with tons of strangers whom came out of nowhere. At the top, I saw my two dogs and waited.

and I never made it to Justin's birthday.

An X rated Journey

The story begins in Spanish class. We were working on our group video projects, while I had some nice conversations with the dream versions of "Anthony" and some other fools. For some reason, like half of the class was naked in some way. Mrs. W. got pissed at me because there was some arcade systems that were creating too much noise in the middle of the classroom, so it was up to me to turn it off. Anthony was laughing at me cause I couldn't get it to turn off, which in a dream world, shit never works.

In a blink of an eye, I'm walking down some street in some huge, dirty ass city with some random guy I've never met before. (I love dream characters, cause they always have to be funny.) So this guy was telling me how he was hunting down some hoes to get down with, which I then gladly proposed to accompany him. In our search, we came across some van in a garage. Inside were two pot heads, incredibly high. We asked them to point us in the direction of our destination, but they replied "Were studying for Chemistry", and they shut the door on us. We continued walking until we were stopped by some extremely hot girl, who was half naked, telling us to come inside her store. She was trying to prove herself worthy of sex or something, while me and my partner were not so satisfied, so we left it at...I don't want to get into detail...and then I woke up.

Weird as fuck.

Wolverine (the Hugh Jackman version)

This dream was silly as fuck.

We were supposedly in "my house", which turned out to be some gigantic mansion. I can recall some of my friends with me, especially Jeffery (Which I am not proud of) Things were going swell, until oh shit...Wolverine has come to behead all of us.

My heart was pumping and we all stood there gazing out the window watching Logan (Wolverine) run around, slashing at nothing. We were calm until Logan began breaking down the door to my house, which is when the situation started to heat up.

Fuck, all we could do was climb out the window and find some car to drive away with. So balancing ourselves out on the window sill (on the 2nd floor), we found an elevator of some sort that would bring us down to where the cars were located. Jeffery was in the front, like the selfish fag he is, but for some odd reason I had the desire to push him off balance as a joke. So I did. He fell to the ground, and we watched Logan tear away his face...so sad, kinda? (I wasn't freaking out in the dream)

After Jeffery's death, we realized we were then hopeless. We proceeded to the closet inside the room, which was our last resort for surviving. All of us were frightened of what Logan was capable of doing to us, tearing us limb from limb. To make things worse, we heard large foot steps pounding up the stairs. The door creaked open, as the scene was at its most suspenseful...

and then I woke up.

Reoccuring House of Imagination/Paradise Island

In just one night, I had encountered two individual dreams.

Dream 1:

This dream begins in a place that of which I had always believed to be real in reality, which unfortunately I was proven to be wrong. I had visited this specific dream place in past dreams, only to understand by this most recent dream of how it was only my own imagination that had created this fake, remarkable world. Unknowingly at the time, I had before believed this location, which had the appearance of a tall house that was owned by an unknown ancestor of mine, was just plain extraordinary. Such a place consisted of upside-down staircases, numerous holes that were meant to crawl through to enter another room, and heaps of many people and toys.

So this current dream begins with me in this peculiar house, only to find it empty of kids which was not seen as before. Then came the appearance of my friend, Brendon, asking him absent-minded questions.
"You know of this place too?!?" I asked excitingly.
"Duuuh!" Exclaimed Brendon.
We explored this home, until I woke up...

...only to find myself falling asleep again a few minutes later...

Dream 2:

Before explaining where this dream will take place, I will first describe the battlefield of a previous video game I had been recently playing, "Paintball Paradise".
The game takes place on a single island, that inlcudes steep hills and a giant mountain in the center. Along the sides laid the beach sand, and further out, water surrounding the whole island. The objective of the game was to be armed with weapons and to shoot your abnormal looking opponents.

Yes, I had dreamed I was situated in this place of virtual water and land. Instead of the normal look, I was equipped with a soldier's uniform, loaded with my own automatic weapon. With me was some random soldier, thought to be new at fighting and all this danger. He stood there holding out a shotgun. Investigating the island, my partner had reported for help. I arrived having in sight of this man trying to hold off these white, horned creatures with his shot gun. Guiding him, we managed to take out a majority of them, which was when I woke up

Lucid Dream #2 (Taking Flight)

It happened to be a failure...I'll explain why.

Dream:

It was evening, and I was located outside accompanied by some guy. I knew who he was during the dream, but I lost my memory after a future incident (We'll get to that later). For some reason that I could not recall, I had told him, "I know we're in a dream". The first thought running through my mind was my craving to fly. I lifted off the ground and flew around the nighttime sky. The man who had been with me had disappeared as I soared up into the air. It was a magnificent feeling, with air rushing through my face and the very beautiful view. However, it must have been at least eight seconds until I knew I was starting to lose this ability. My vision started to fail, my sense of touch and feeling had began to drift away. It was a very depressing moment, this shift of dream world to reality. I had finally experienced what I had wanted to do this whole year, only to encounter it in the shortest amount of time. When it was clear to me that I was awake, I had in vision of my own mom proceeding to wake me up.

Better luck next time.

The End of the World (nightmare):

Feb 22:

Brendon had accomadated me in this quest.
We had earlier gazed up at the dim sky, only to find what we always feared to have in sight, raining fireballs.
It has come to our conclusion that it indeed was the time for the world to end. I persuaded my companion to accompany me to what I believe was a safe house that may withstand such a catastrophe, or in other words, my grandpa's mansion located in Duarte.
I did not know our own location or perhaps anyway how to get to this safe house, but somehow I had the sense of where it was. Another of our friend by the name of John, had communicated with us on the phone that he will be meeting us at our destination. Brendon and I had driven (I can't drive) to where I believed where this place was to be, which in fact I had been proven correct. Inside we had discovered to of our friends Dwight and Chris, but in the story they were called by their dream names, Notorious and Tupac. We had found them in the middle of a commotion due to unknown reasons (Most likely due to the real conflict between the real Notorious and real Tupac) and they had been shouting their hate at each other when we had arrived. The argument had soon risen to a level that involved Tupac (Baby Chris) to pull out a switchblade as a threat to Notorioius (Dwight). The situation had gotten out of hand and it was us whom tried to stop such unnecessary violence in the middle of chaos. I was horrified, deep out of my mind, of the events that were taking place. I was not prepared for such an ending, and had not enough time to reach resolution. I had felt hopeless.

And that is when it was time to wake up, freightened, in my own bed.

Locker Room Chaos...

that never became lucid. (sigh*)

Dream:

I was located in my PE locker room. Everyone was changing just like any other locker room and I then approached my own locker to change into my clothes. As I was face to face with the locker, I realized the missing numbers that were suppose to be on the spinning dial. My first thought was, "someone had stolen my combination". I asked help from the PE teacher, so he gave me blue and orange magnetic numbers to replace the missing ones on the dial. I placed the magnets on my locker and opened it. Inside, everything was taken. For some reason I was very pissed off of my stolen "motorcycle" that supposively was to be kept safely inside my locker. I searched throughout the locker room for the bike thief, as the locker room was slowly changing into some kind of toy store. An old lady came up to me exclaiming how she knew who the dreaded villain was. Right when I was going to get the information I needed I had awoken to the real world, with my brother asking me if I were to accompany him to lunch.

It looks like we will never know who this mother fucker who stole my motorcycle will ever be.

The Rumble/The Ghost In My Restroom

Dream 1, Jan 28:

I was surrounded by my group of friends, including some others that I know of. We were in some sort of gym, or something, and it was then when we were ready for battle. A battle between rival gangs, and some known dance groups from America's Best Dance Crew. Before facing the opposing teams, we were nervous of such a war between us. When it was time, we had charged at the gang dressed entirely in red. I can recall drop kicking some individuals and just totally kicking ass. One of my friends and I had caught up some fat kid, while he held him down and I knocked the shit out of him. Ohhhhhhh what a day.

Nightmare 2, ???:

I'm finally ready to let out this dream, which I was very nervous to do so before because of embarrassment involving a classmate of mine. Fuck it, I'm writing whatever I want.

So it began at a party located at my house in Walnut. Formal as fuck. I was suited in a nice comfortable attire as I swept around the house making sure everyone was having a good time. Too bad I hadn't notice the weird motherfuckers that surrounded me, which consisted of nerds, jocks, fags, and friends. But as the scene continues, for some reason I had the will to take a shower out of nowhere. I proceeded upstairs to the restroom and as I was outside the door I heard moaning that came from the inside. Frightened, I continually approached the door and opened it. Inside the bathtub was a floating ghost, or some kind of scary piece of shit covered with blood from head to toe. It was a very horrifying sight in how I finally realized the body of whom this spirit had belonged to was...the girl who had sat behind me in English class. It was most random as hell, for I don't talk to her much accept about English relating topics and she happened to appear as the disgusting sight in my dream. Well anyways, she floated there, screaming. I advanced downstairs as quick as possible shouting to everyone to receive attention. "____ IS DEAD IN MY RESTROOM..." But before I could finish my words, then came the ringtone of my own cellphone. Amazingly, everyone's phone began to ring out loud. Hundreds of different tunes had filled the room, and everyone was dazed in confusion. I reached for my own, when I discovered an extraordinary figure on the front of my screen. I glanced closer, only revealing the figure of the spirit's face whom I had discovered upstairs inside my restroom. It was then when everyone noticed her presence inside of their phones, and she was still screaming as before. Horrified, I had woke up to the sound of the same ringtone I had encountered in my nightmare, which had been determined to be my alarm tone.

-RJHE

I'll post more exciting past dreams, when I get the time.