12/3/2005
I remember getting onto a big, weird bus with Matt Higger (a buddy from Tufts). A lot of people I knew were on this bus, and I ended up getting off at home. I called Jimmy to see if he wanted to hang out, but nobody answered. (ok, the beginning of this dream is fairly boring. Pretty unusual for me). I then decided to watch a movie for Japanese Culture class, which apparently I was taking next semester in my dream. I brought the movie home, but for some reason you had to watch it with a "movie spider." (WHAT?? WTF???? Who comes up with this shit?) You are supposed to release the spider when you are finished, but I just went to sleep, assuming it could get out of my house on its own.
12/14/2005
In South Hall (the dorm where I lived that year), I put on a helicopter helmet and glasses. I was going to hijack a helicopter so that I could take my friends to a party in Alaska. Not one of those statements makes any sense whatsoever.
12/19/2005
Kyle (my roomate that year) and I were living in a cabin that had three levels. We were constantly under the threat that lava might rise slowly, where each of us would have to get to the highest level. As Roy (that's right. I'm dreaming that I'm a character from Smash Bros. Melee and that I lived in one of the levels where lava rises to try to kill you. We played a LOT of Smash that year.), I would have to stay alive the longest to win. Then Ryan Stotland (a buddy from Tufts) and I discussed joining the tennis team. We both hated practicing, but we wanted to get better.
Later, I put some beef jerky down by the roadside, near a construction site. I waited until a construction worker came over and took a piece. Then, dressed up like a cop, I went over to him with Molly Frizzell (a friend from Tufts). I pretended to be a cop saying that he stole Molly's beef jerky. Then he bribed us and we left. Let me get this straight. My plan here was to bait construction workers with some delicious beef jerky so that when they took a piece, I would impersonate a police officer in order to elicit a bribe? Who can even think of plans like that? Let me also note that I love the fact that Molly is my partner in crime here, even in the dream-world.
Lastly, we were at some party and my Mom was giving me shots of alcohol mixed with Tabasco sauce and grapefruit juice. It was strange.
12/24/2005
I was working as a double agent, pretending to help some guy find a working piano in a big office building. I was actually infiltrating his base to kill him. So I guess his base is just a big office building...that I couldn't infiltrate without helping him find a piano....
In another dream I went to go streak the Campus Center. Chelsea was there for some reason, and I pretended I didn't know what was going on when she asked why I was naked. Then I ran back and got clothes on.
12/29/2005
Jimmy McCormack (my best friend from home) and I found one of our old home-movies: an unedited clip of us playing with fire in his backyard (how atypical of us). After some people saw this movie, we were assigned to go fight Godzilla. Jimmy had a light saber while I had a flame thrower. We had to go fight him alone in the trees while the rest of our group fought off Godzilla's zombie army. (GODZILLA'S ZOMBIE ARMY??? Are you shitting me? Can you even conceive anything more terrifying?)
Later, me and some other people were trying to escape some monsters from the movie Tremor. The only way to do it is to sacrifice yourself and then try to kill it after it gets you. I let one bite me and then threw it at the other one while everyone else jumped onto a roof. The Tremor monsters turned into Iced Tea glasses and shattered.
12/31/2005
There was a dodgeball class that I signed up for. I heard it was hard to pass, but since I started dodgeball at Tufts, I wasn't worried. When I arrived, everyone was just passing a ball to each other. Then everyone got out instruments and started playing. Half the grading for this class was bullshit instruments. I love how furious I got about how dodgeball class was graded. But seriously? Bullshit instruments? No. We play dodgeball in dodgeball class.
Later, Jizz Jizz (a buddy from Tufts) and I were looking for Kramer at Tufts, and went to some party where we got wet because it was on a boat. (I think I could have worded that sentence a bit better). We then saw a documentary on the B2 bomber, and how it is hard to hijack. Suddenly, I was transported to the B2 and I shot some hijacker in the chest. Then I blew up the engine so no one could steal it. We fell for a long time. Wait, I blew up the engine WHILE IT WAS FLYING??? Interesting choice. Also, I probably meant that I blew up the engines, not the engine.
Then we ended up going back to the dodgeball class really late (the whole situation with falling out of the sky in a destroyed B2 bomber apparently worked out just fine). Zombies chased us there. (Of course. Why not.) When we got there, only Pumpkin Face was chasing us. (hahahah, ok so Pumpkin Face is the nickname we gave to some girl at high school whose teeth had really big gaps between them, making her look like a Jack-o-Lantern. I also think she got knocked up when we were seniors? Not sure, but great memories.) Jizz Jizz and I each grabbed a pot and kept hitting her in the head. She got sad, so I fake apologized to her. Then I killed her (because she was a zombie).
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