2/23/09

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.

2/16/09

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.