Dreams


Reality-bending people trapped us in space-altering ring of stores/kiosk and debauchery .. they were kind of evil. They took advantage of us. They tormented us (not physically) by trapping us there.

But then I got out and realized that was still better than real-reality, and went back.

Nighttime came… They adjusted the full moon to the angle they wanted, since reality was theirs to bend.

Party time was to be had now.

We stayed.

''Dreams... They're the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.'' --Xavier:Renegade Angel

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
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These damn deadly bugs infesting everywhere. Society was in shambles. There was some supernatural zombieism/monsterism going on too.

At one point we were in the street, with screaming decayed monster-face people coming at us. They didn’t run, but they lunged. It was hard to get through the crowd.

My parents replaced their treehouse with another treehouse, and there was no way to get up to it anymore. I climbed a brick wall where I could barely get my fingers in between the bricks to grip. I could have fallen to my death. Meanwhile, Carolyn was trying to climb the front, which was actually much eaiser. When I got to the top, my parents came out, and I think I complained about the pointlessness of building a treehouse no one can easily get to.

Then we went inside and watched someone demonstrate how to kill the deadly bugs from this global bug infestation. The were worse than zombies because they multiplied. He had a tray on the floor where he was cultivating a bunch of these baby bugs, to demonstrate how to best kill them. They started hatching, and would leave the vat and try to run away really quick. It was a challenge to smash them whack-a-mole style.

But then we learned something disturbing. One of the ones he smashed had a smaller, younger baby bug pop out of it. Alive. When these bugs were born, they were actually born pregnant, with their offspring already viable. Simply squashing one was no guarantee of anything. You had to make sure the bugs inside it were all individuall squashed as well.

These bugs, apparently, were never eggs. The invasion was going to go worse than we thought.

''Dreams... They're the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.'' --Xavier:Renegade Angel

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
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Dream where there were zombies, and we were in a treehouse, then a mall trying to survive.
The treehouse worked out for a long time.

It depended on the day – some days there’d be a lot of zombies out, other days there’d just be bug-zombies, and some days there’d be some people and no zombies.

Stores were still open at the mall sometimes — on the better days — but there’d generally be deaths (either human or zombie) happening quite often.

''Dreams... They're the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.'' --Xavier:Renegade Angel

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
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Dreamed I listened to Sean E’s radio show and he played some awesome punk band.

I immediately tuned out, listened to more of it on Pandora, really really liked it, and then immediately went to bittorrent and downloaded their complete discography.

I listened to it and really loved this punk band.

Then the next day at work (still in my dream), I told Sean about it.

This dream was a bit odd because this dream was on the same night as his radio show in real life, and he’s my co-worker in real life, and I really did tell him about the dream in real life afterward… So this practically could have really happened.

''Dreams... They're the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.'' --Xavier:Renegade Angel

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
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I dreamt me & Carolyn were living in my parents’ basement (12325 house)… I had been gone a few days, but was back, and I was doing computer stuff on my TV (the 36″ CRT huge TV I had from 1977 until 2003 or so).

That was when I noticed, “Hey, this TV out isn’t as crisp as it could be”, and realized that I was doing TV-out on my CRT, and not my LCD HDTV, which I previously had sitting on top of the big, oak, 36″ CRT. Someone had stolen my $2300 TV! I was very distraught and distrustful.

I had had a party there sometime very recently, so immediately my suspicion was on those party guests that always show up that one does not really know. Maybe they saw it, liked it, didn’t really know me, waited for me to be out of town, and then took it? It’s the only thing of real value that I keep in my house anyway; used desktop computers aren’t worth much anymore (people want laptops).

I was debating the logistics of filing a police report, since apparently they would make you pay $100 to do the paperwork for filing a larceny report and proving you owned it to have it be stolen in the first place.

Asshole pigs! You’re already paid by my taxes! Angry dream.

''Dreams... They're the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.'' --Xavier:Renegade Angel

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
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Dreamt Chablis & us did 2C-B in a mall store that was closed, in a mall that was closed.

After being up all night tripping, the mall security came, and we had to run out of there in a rush.

Don’t remember many details, but it was a mentally intense dream.

''Dreams... They're the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.'' --Xavier:Renegade Angel

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
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Dreamt Sean E gave me PCP.

We were hanging out, and he had a metal tin, told me it was PCP, and I just put a VERY small amount on my finger and snorted it.

Is PCP even something that’s snorted? No clue.

So it was kinda weird.

I barely felt it in the dream, but I definitely felt something different than I’d ever felt. Weird shit!

''Dreams... They're the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.'' --Xavier:Renegade Angel

“Dreams… They’re the hurricanes that wash the soulfilth from the superdome of our nightminds.”
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