The night the good friend died

Last night in my dream I was in a field with two other people. I didn't really know either of them. I had a shotgun in my hands, and one of the people, who was standing on the other side of a pickup truck, was taunting me about something. I asked him to stop but he didn't. I asked repeatedly and his taunts only got worse and more serious. I think he also might have been confessing to something he did, maybe murdering someone i love.
Well, I warned him to stop or i would use the shotgun I had, but he still wouldn't stop, so I cocked the shotgun and tried to shoot the guy, but the trigger wouldn't pull back. I kept trying, and it wouldn't work even though I knew I had the safety off. Then I noticed that there was a second safety in front of the trigger that I had to push up with my finger, so I did that and shot and the guy but missed.
The whole time the other skinny guy kept looking and us and maybe warning us to put our guns down, because the guy at whom I was shooting aslo had his gun ready.
We started circling around the truck, and I kept shooting at the guy and missing. Then the guy starting trying to shoot at me, but I kept wiggling and jumping and looking like a complete fool to save myself. Eventually, the skinny guy pulled a gun on the other guy and told him that he was under arrest. Then I shot him right in the stomach. Suddenly I was really worried about getting arrested.

But then the scene changed and I was above an italian restaurant in some south american country. Kurt was laying on the ground before me with a bullet hole in his stomach. He was just laying there, alive, eyes open, breathing... but waiting to die. I told him I was sooooo sorry and he had to try to live, but he said he wasn't going to because he knew he was going to die because, "that's just what happens to me."
I grabbed some ice from a nearby bucket and put it around his wound and grabbed a phone. I dialed 911, hoping it was the same in this country as in the US. Someone picked up and I started rattling off what happened to him when he interrupted and said "No ingles, no ingles!" So I yelled "Ingles! Ingles! Otra persona!!!" And he ran and got a girl who spoke english. I can even remember hearing her talking in the background while she was coming to the phone.
While I was on the phone, kurt kept sitting up and I yelled at him to lay back down. "STOP kurt! Lay down and stay still! STOP SITTING UP KURT!!!" but he wouldn't listen. Eventually he got up and started walking around. I'm not sure if i even knew where I was to tell the 911 girl, but i woke up before i found out.

The most bookworthy post I've ever had:

Mechanical Succession

A scientist somewhere came up with a process that integrates machinery with brain matter. It turned out to be wonderful, it certainly added years onto peoples lives somehow! but after the procdedure became popular and many people were having it done, the mechanical part began to take over the human thinking part, and the peoples' personalities changed. The mechanics (as I shall call them) began to think that everyone should have the procedure done to bring about unity and world peace (because even the bad guys think they're doing the right thing!). So people started being forcably changed into mechanics.
I was a nonmechanic (we'll call them the "pure" collectively), but I was being rounded up with a large group of pures and loaded onto an airplane. Somehow I got away while they weren't paying attention, but was simply able to escape into a non-populated part of the airplane. I was trying to find my way to somewhere I could strap myself in to fly safely, but had just reached a large open space with one oval window when things got strange and wobbly, and i realized the plane was taking off. I was holding onto a corner of the floor that fortunately had placed to hold tight with my hands. My body went up, around, and sideways as the planed took off and turned and such.
The flight was not very long, and we landed in a warm, semi-arid place (possibly california or arizona). I got the window open and got out of the plane, noticing that we were near a shopping center. I was wearing somewhat strange clothes (I had been taken sometime while I was wearing fuzzy blue slippers AND my black bell choir cloves (which have velcro around the wrist)). I tried to remove the slippers without people noticing me displaying pure human characteristics (irrational movements, emotionality) and continued walking towards the shopping area. I walked into a store and found a black shirt. I simply put it on, deciding that I didn't mind stealing from these jerks, and that God wouldn't mind either. I became somewhat excited about the possibilities for which that allowed! I tried to find black pants, but could only find girls clothes. I had to hurry because I had to see where they were taking the load of people that came on the plane with me, including my parents and Jen!
I got back onto the plane and found a private seating area with only a few seats. There was also a woman's stuff there. I hoped to steal her wallet, but heard her voice in the next room and ran.
Somehow I got onto the side of the plane, swinging between the barred windows. I looked surreptitiously into each window and found Jen and my parents. I told them how to get to my exit place from the plane, and we hurried back over to where I went shopping. THey stole some clothes of their own, but we realized we needed real shoes. The alleyway where my store was had started closing down for some reason (it was still very bright out, maybe 2:30pm), but one glass door was not shut and had shoes by it. We found shoes that fit us and snuck through the door, noticing that it was some sort of hotel with stadium seating in the reception area. Some of the people we had come on the plane with were sitting patiently in there, including Remy! I think these were the people who were volunteering to have the procedure done. I felt bad for them, since they didn't know what they were getting into, but we left so as not to get caught.
Night was starting to fall, now, and we walked down a darker alley so that the mechanics would be less likely to notice us. These two tall men bumped into a family, saying something in another language that seemed very rude. Then a kid, who was clearly a mechanic, came out of a hot topic type of store right near there, said something in their language, and tackled them both. Apparently his hardware included some fighting software. I realized that if we were found out, the same thing would happen to us. To avoid being noticed when this scuffle happened, we turned into the store the kid came out of; I hoped to steal more clothes.

Later we left and found ourselves sitting on park benches in the grey marble city. We were pretty clueless, but decided we needed some essentials, so we headed for a grocery store. It would be difficult, because we would certainly have to interact with mechanics and were unsure how to do so. We came in past the cashier and saw some bath and body works stuff (shampoo, conditioner, face cream...). I had Jen pick up the face cream and buy it. The cashier put it in a large bag while I grabbed some shampoo and conditioner. Jen came past the cashier to do more shopping and I threw the conditioner and shampoo in the bag when we weren't being watched.

But then I became very scared because there could be cameras watching us at any time, and the mechanics would be good at spotting criminal activity. We were going to steal everything, but we had to do it very sneakily. Jen and I split up from my parents and we were walking down an aisle next to an aisle in which a man was on a ladder talking to two other men on the ground. The ladder guy suddenly turned toward us and jumped over the aisle right next to jen. He grabbed her by the wrist and said, "Excuse me miss, but if you would just tell me your serial number..." I knocked his hands away from her and said that wasn't going to happen. He prepared himself to fight me, and I prepared to fight him. somehow, fortunately, my preparations included pulling two ninja swords out of thin air, and I held the guy back, telling jen to run. She got to the produce and dairy section and screamed, and I ran over to her. There was another store clerk type guy. I pulled my swords out of nowhere again, and kept hitting them against his forearms, but they were metallic. I was grateful, though, because this mechanic didn't have training in fighting, and apparently I did (along with my sweet ninja sword superpower!). I woke up here, but could come up with more for the story if you wanted ;)

I didn't really understand some of my dream last night. I think I was part of a special high school and my class was on a field trip, perhaps on another planet.
I accidentally got separated from the rest, and we found out there were traps in different areas as well as wonderful treasures to be found. I really enjoyed one of the outside rooms with plants, trees, and a river, so I stayed there.

Eventually the dream changed and I was backstage somewhere. My dad was putting on some sort of magic show with his son (who wasn't me...) and they invited me to join them. Apparently by coming out from behind the curtains and walking across the stage I was showing that the magicians had conjured me out of nowhere. So I walked back and forth, being cheesy the whole time.

When the dream changed again, I was driving around near my home in PA. I might have been walking actually, I'm not sure. I can't remember much of that last part of the dream.

I dreamt last night that I was learning to snowboard-wrestle. Or maybe it was surf wrestling? How it works: there is a bunk bet floating on water. Two guys on the bed have snowboards attached to their feet and are wrestling to pin the other. I was wrestling with two guys and quickly fell in the water. I hid underwater for a while, and instantly lost. I came up, outraged, to find out that if you stay underwater too long you are considered pinned. Strange.

A few nights ago I dreamt that I was eating dinner with my family, but over dinner we were making preparations for a zombie attack. Apparently the zombies were coming that night, so after dinner dad and I went out to the barn to prepare. He got the tractor out while I looked for weapons. I found a long pole-arm and two strange blades that didn't seem quite sharp enough because they were old. I came out of the barn and dad had me get on the tractor. The plan was for me to run down as many zombies as possible.
But there was a problem, I couldn't control the tractor very well because the brakes didn't work. So I ended up, when the zombies were attacking, having to get off the tractor. I was at a library with large front steps (Kind of like the philly museum). I got up to the top of the steps and was facing a zombie. I attacked it with one of my old blades, and it wasn't doing ANYTHING! So I turned around to run back down the steps, but another zombie was coming up that way. I ran around behind the first zombie to another set of steps going up in a corner, but once again, a zombie was on those steps. I was cornered... and then I woke up.

Two nights before that dream I had another dream about brakes not working. I was at a party at a friend's house and we were all outside on the nice patio. But this wasn't a college party, this was a high school party, and I had brought the leftover beer from JesseFest 2006! Then the kid's parents came home and got very upset. They were standing out on the patio yelling at their son for having a party while they weren't there, but they had not yet seen the beer. My car was not too far away, but I couldn't figure out a way to get the beer, which was very close to the parents, without them seeing. So I got in my car and left. The driveway, though, was like that of Kelly's old house: steep and windy down to the road. My brakes weren't working and some other, larger, vehicle was coming up the driveway. I pulled the wheel hard, spinning the car around a few times. My hope was that it would end up sideways or facing back up the driveway. I'm not sure if I was successful.

I was preparing for a family event back home in pennsylvania. My job was to do something with dunking some chinese food things in a soy sauce-type mixture. I accidentally dunked my pants or shirt, so I had to go to the bathroom to rinse out the stain. On the way there, I saw our first family guest, my great uncle, or something like that. I apologized because I couldn't stick around to meet him and continued to the bathroom.

When I arrived, there was some sort of strange shower head. It was a round bar/tube the stuck up from the ground to about my stomach and spouted water like a fountain. While I was attempting to use this to rinse my pants, Bonnie (my sister's mother-in-law) came in and said how much she liked that showerhead because it was just the right height for her.

Then all the guests arrived and began to sit down at long tables that were set up in the bathroom, which actually stretched out into a long hall. I sat with my sister, I think, but then noticed that everyone was sitting with people they already knew, which wouldn't help people get to know one another.

I have to mention that I actually have a very small family, but there were many people here. I was particularly excited because there were some guys in the family about my age (something I never had before). So I got up and sat with those guys, who were talking in some sort of british accent, or maybe irish. They were planning all sorts of mischeif, which I kind of liked.

They had change pouches on the table made of velvet, so I put my D&D dice bag on the table as well, but mentioned that it wasn't money. They found it strange that we used different money, and I had an inkling that these family members were from the past, perhaps the rennaissance era.

Somehow it was worked into the conversation that one of them was a prince, and I was suddenly speechless. A prince? in MY family? impossible... But they saw my speechlessness and my almost-falling-out-of-my-chair and asked if I was okay. I simply mentioned that I never knew there was a prince in the family.


Somehow I got from that to a power rangers dream. I was one of the power rangers, and we were searching for some evil rangers. Our power morphers doubled as a communication device, but they didn't seem to be functioning properly. We had to split up to look for them, and I think I was the red ranger because I was searching by myself. I had a bad feeling that they would jump me first because I was alone. I eventually found them laying down under cars in a lot and hid in a stable to contact the others.

When I came out of the stable, the black ranger from the bad side was holding a large chef's knife and waved it at me, and then stuck it in the ground. He signed (in ASL) to me that he and the others had had to wait because they were using a countdown. I swiftly grabbed the knife and thought to threaten him with it. We both stood up and the other evil rangers showed up. At that point I decided just to ask for a hug, and the black ranger hesitantly hugged me. The others were very confused.

While napping today, I dreamt that I was kidnapped and some people were trying to steal a ring from me while we were all in the same car. Somehow I got free and got into my parents' car. My dad was trying to convince me to do something, but it didn't seem like the type of thing I would do anymore. Maybe 7 years ago, but not now. There was something else to this conversation, but I cannot remember it.
Eventually I was out of the car at an intersection and fighting some sort of big bad guy.

At some point I dreamt that I woke up and wrote my dream down in a half-sleep. Then I dreamt that I woke up again later and read it, and it made no sense in it's grammar. Let's hope that's not ACTUALLY the case.

I just took a nap and dreamt that I had to do some outside-of-lab labwork at my house. But I was currently living with my parents in a futuristickish apartment. My dad tried to help, but when he got a sample of Laura and my compound that we had worked very hard to make in a sterile way, he dumped it on the countertop. I yelled out, "that's supposed to be sterile! you ruined the sample!" and then i think he poured it back into the rest of our compound, thereby contaminating all of it. I think this highlights two things:

1. Laura is my sterilization buddy.
2. I don't have faith in my dad's knowledge of science.

Later I dreamt that helen and i were swimming in a cement lagoon of sorts and had to swim over to watch some sort of submarine-type boat emerge from the water.

Almost forgot this one:

I was driving with laura and maybe some others and stopped (at around 11 at night) to pick up Helen. Then we drove to a television studio and joined the studio audience of Oprah! While in this studio audience, Oprah had us do some sort of science experiment with fire. They didn't have enough volunteers and kept trying to get more. Andy Meneely was one of them :)

Presumably caused by playing Zelda: Majora's Mask yesterday, I had a very strange dream last night.

It started off just with me in a school that also had a number of museum-y artifacts and things. The principle cared very much for his reputation as a lover of art and history, so the school was jam-packed with many things. But to start out with, I was in a classroom, having some sort of flashback.

I was thinking about a time when I was younger and playing outside with some friends. At this point I can't clearly remember what i was doing in the flashback. My younger self in the flashback can in through the plate glass doors to the classroom and rejoined with my now-self, but then some time passed, and I realized that I had died and become a ghost. This was an interesting thing, and I desired to find out what I could do in a ghostly form.

I flew all around the hallways, doing barrel rolls as I went. When I didn't want someone to see me, I just had to think "be invisible" to actually become invisible. It was fantastic! This was SO much better than being corporeal! But then I tried to go through a wall, and ran smack into it.

Apparently I had to turn on my ability to go through things just like being invisible. One of my teachers in the school came out of the classroom and saw me experimenting. She tried to give me some tips on how to do things. I continued trying to go through walls and such, but wasn't very good at it.

Eventually I came to a place where the principle was trying to dismount and lower to the ground a large model ship (large= ~15 ft long). I floated up and grabbed one end of the ship and helped him lower it down. I was rather excited about being so helpful in my ghostliness! I had surprised the principal, though, because I was still invisible. He asked me to help with a few other things after that, but soon, everyone went home.

It became rather lonely at the school, until some of my friends started showing up to have a party. The only person I can remember is Skye, who is in my PE class currently (we square dance together :) ). All of them knew by now that I was a ghost except for one girl. She kept saying, "Guess what!" but when she tried to say it people kept trying to draw her attention to me so that I could show her I was a ghost. Eventually she got it out that she was engaged, not that I cared. I mean, I was a ghost and could do crazy things! I died for goodness sake! After she showed off her ring, I jumped into the air and began to fly, but she wasn't very surprised.

We hung out and watched a movie on a projection screen. When it was over, Skye left and I followed her because I sensed something bad nearby and didn't want my friends to get attacked. I think it may have been halloween.

When we got around a few fences, I saw them: 3 people coming towards skye. There was also a scarecrow (as per Zelda) near them, and I had to enter and take over the scare crow to fight the bad guys. I fought them off and some more arrived: these were two guys dressed in white with huge fake teeth around their midsections. I started attacking them, looking up at a window which was displaying how many teeth I had to destroy before killing the bad guys. Then they had two little kids with them, and i realized they were trick-or-treating, or possibly pretending to be trick-or-treating to throw me off the trail as I attacked them.

Found a file with this dream typed up in it:

"5/8/02
Last night’s dream was very interesting, and kinda fun! I dreamt that there was something like a rapture, except I wasn’t taken… I think it was kind of like a random rapture thing…. Because a number of random people were gone. When it happened, I was at a mall with my friends Steff, Zak, and either Brian or Timmy, I can’t remember which… I went to an arcade type thing to see who was gone, and I noticed a large machine in the center of the room that had a sign saying, “My Money, of course.” I have no idea why someone would keep their money there, but oh well. There was a huge padlock on it, and it looked like it was locked, but when I tried to open it it opened right up. My guess was that someone had already broken in and there probably wouldn’t be any money left. I was wrong. I looked in and there was a tray with tons of pennies and a few nickels and dimes. I considered just trying to take handfuls of these, but then I lifted up the tray and noticed that there was another tray underneath with more nickels and dimes and some quarters. The next tray had mostly quarters. The next one under that had all one dollar bills. Under that was the payload, I saw 20s and 10s and 5s galore. I was getting tired of holding up the trays and such (they were hinged to the back, I had to hold them up to look under them) so I only took one large handful of bills and stuffed it in my pocket. Then steff and the others came in and zak said he had to practice for the school play. Steff said she would help them. She started dancing, and he looked confused. I left and went outside and started driving. The road was similar to the road in philly that the Kimmel Center was on, I remember walking along it a while ago. But I saw a store on my left with a big blue neon fashionable sign that said “Antz”, the name of the store. I remembered that it was a very fancy and famous place, but expensive. I decided to go in to try and spend my new money. I realized I didn’t have my glasses on when I couldn’t really see much of the merchandise. My vision slowly got better as I walked though. I saw a number of the kinds of vests that I had looked at renting from Jack O’Reilleys Tuxedos last year, and was considering buying one. I couldn’t find one in green, so I didn’t buy one. I then saw a little stand with small decoration christmas trees on it. They were very on sale because the xmas season was over. I looked through them, and was going to buy a smaller one for my mom because of my normal frugal self. But I remembered I had grabbed a bunch of money and decided to the get the biggest one…which was only like 2.50. I got in like to check out and saw that ms. Peters, my calc teacher, was the sales person. She was being instructed by Mrs. Paull, an old math teacher of mine. But instead of sales, Ms. Peters was asking about an overdue library book fine of 10c. She smiled at me and asked how I did on my AP exam, and I just smiled and handed her some cash. I left and started driving again. I was now on more of a country road. I tried to think of where I wanted to spend money next, and decided to go to Dick’s Sporting Goods to try and find some cool pants like my friend Seth wears. Somehow I got lost I think, and I ended up going north somewhere…not sure where. I came to a large bridge and started crossing, but the bridge had lots of water on it. Suddenly, there was a huge submarine coming from the other direction. I was freaked cuz I didn’t know how to get out of the way. I had barely just enough room to pass on the left side… that was weird. After the bridge there was a small tunnel, and when I came out the other side, some old guy asked me my house address. I could barely hear him the first time, so he told me again. I told him, and he ripped a piece of paper shaped like a sales receipt in half, saying to a girl next to him, “Well THAT’S not him…” I had a feeling that they had the identities and information of two guys on that paper, and asked me my address to find out which was me. After that, I went in the place, but couldn’t drive any further. It was kind of like a swampy nature preserve, but it was really a boating park thing. It reminded me of my late grandfather (dad’s dad) and I started walking on the wooden floating walkways. I saw my dad over to my right and was confused why he was here and how I had found him. I kept walking. There was a child’s plastic tricycle on the water, and a car too. I saw some apartments just across the water and thought how nice it would be to spend my new money buying one of those for my friends and I to live in. My dad started walking towards me…. I woke up. (I actually woke up because my dad called for me…isn’t that weird?)"

I dreamt last night that I was taking ecstasy... but i was eating the pills like candy. eventually i realized i should stop, and spit two pills out of my mouth. Then everyone had to find a locker. I took two.

Laura's Cereal and the Jesus Movie

Last night I dreamt that I had trekked over to Laura, Helen, and Kelly's house (not apartment) and chatted with Laura and Helen for a bit.

I was doing some sort of science lab for an elementary education course which involved making a chocolate recipe. There was chocolate powder inside a chicken wire cylinder, and I needed to add a few more ingredients, which I was borrowing from the girls. I took out some garbanzo beans (which were clearly an important part of this recipe) and then found a can opener. I asked if I could use it, but Laura and Helen said it was Kelly's, so I put it back in the drawer. I didn't want to offend Kelly by using something that was her's without asking, and she wasn't there. So I had to search for another can opener. A number of the girls' drawers were empty, which surprised me, and one was broken. The back end of the drawer had nothing to rest upon, since the wood that supported it was broken. I "fixed" it by setting the back end on some tall cereal boxes in the area underneath.

That's when I noticed how many cereal boxes there were. Cookie crisp, cheerios, grape nuts, life, cinnamon toast crunch... there were many many boxes of cereal, at least 2 of each kind in this small area. But then the small area became a large area, and I was somehow in their basement. Now there were hundreds of boxes of cereal, and I knew they were all Laura's. I began to think that maybe she was a little bit ridiculous to have so much cereal, and was sad that she didn't share it with me. After all, I calculated, even if you finish two boxes of cereal per week, that's only 28 boxes of cereal she could finish before the semester (and her time at calvin) ends! Why wasn't she sharing? I considered offering to buy some of the cereal off of her for a reduced price (say, $1 per box?).

But the Kelly called down to me and asked me to come help with something, but I had taken all my clothes off! They were hanging up next to me which I looked at all the cereals. I couldn't get myself to put them back on. Then I heard Kelly come down the stairs and just wrapped myself in my jacket. Unfortunately, I can't remember what Kelly said, sorry.

But then things were different. I think the transition came about by seeing a television in my dream that had some sort of movie on. In this scene of the movie, two parents were arguing with their son, but they lived in some sort of cathedral. a very very creepy cathedral. They were urging him towards the door of the church, before which hung from wires a sort of corpse-esque likeness of jesus. There were also two huge handprints painted on the door with blood. The father shoved the son into the door, which shattered the likeness of jesus and also sent another one crashing down from near the ceiling.

The parents stalked back in towards the central area of the cathedral. As they walked past a large window (set into an inside wall of the cathedral, somewhat like a surgery room or something), the son snuck under the other side of the window. He had somehow gotten back inside already and was sneaking around. He went to a sort of library room and found a switch to move one of the columns of books out of the way. That's really all I can remember.

I dreamt two nights ago that I was hanging out with Kelly and Anna. The three of us, along with a prof and his wife, were in line in a department store to get a palm reading/ fortune telling. The prof paid $42 for his wife's fortune-telling, but somehow I got mine for free. Mine said nothing of consequence, but we did all get diagrams about what specific lines on one's palm means. After mine, I walked around in the department store and was confused about why all the lights were off. I decided to look at some clothes while waiting for kelly and anna ( who were still in line) but couldn't tell if the clothes were for guys or girls. I finally realized that there were both male and female clothes on the circular rack, and contemplated hiding in the rack and then jumping out to scare the girls. But kelly and anna found me before I could do that and we walked away.

Time passed and we were standing on the side of a street waiting to cross it. I looked down and saw a large keychain (shaped like an old key) with a house key attached to it. The pattern was a swirly colourful pattern, indicating that it was rachel birr's house key. I decided to hold on to it until we got to her house.

Then I looked and realized that Kelly and Anna were trying to cross a street we didn't need to cross to get to Rachel's house. Rachel's house was on the next street up, back the way we had come. But they wouldn't listen to me, so we had to cross the street.


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This morning I woke up at 4:30am... because I had this feeling that I was supposed to. I ate breakfast, then realized I was dumb for being up so early and went back to bed. I even put PANTS on before eating breakfast, and that never happens.

Later, I dreamt that I met up with some high school friends. I was going to a mall or something, and a carload of HS people honked at me as they passed me by, somehow signaling that I was supposed to turn at a specific spot. I turned around and went in that parking lot, and then was riding one of those razor scooters things, and had to find a good place to hide it. I put it in some bushes and partially covered it up with snow so people wouldn't steal it. Then the HS peeps were walking with me, and whoever was driving was telling me about how one of the parking lots had an ink blast system for deterring people from entering the wrong way in the lot. If you drive in the exit, your car gets shot with ink. Yeah, weird.

We all went to someone's house and sat down at a table, waiting for dinner. I was nervous, I think, because I was a vegetarian now, and wasn't sure there would be anything for me to eat. Mostly we all just sat around and smoked. As for who was there, I'm not completely sure, but I feel confident that Johanna was there, because in my mind any high school people are connected with her. Jamie Stoudt and another guy came in and sat next to me. The other guy asked if I was going to laugh at him like everyone else, and I asked why. He said because he had plans to kill himself next week. Then I realized who it was: Justin Bramhall. (I was looking at his facebook profile yesterday, and he's changed a lot) He said something about how boring life was, and there was no reason not to kill oneself. I wasn't sure how to tell him about Jesus, so I kept quiet. After all, I have no standing with most of these people coz I was such a dork in high school.