Nightmare – 10/27/09

I left my dorm and went to this breakfast place, and a guy was smoking a joint in the place. I went up to him and started talking to him, and he started sketching out so he just gave me the joint. I thought that was cool, so I tried to put it out (I don’t remember actually putting it out but in any case I pocketed it). I was happy because it was essentially full. I decided I would go back to my dorm first and then go to a forest from there to smoke it. For some reason, I had to go through some kind of McDonalds to get to my dorm, and it was really clumsy and I felt like everyone was looking at me and knew I had the joint. Either right before this or during this, my roommate called me. We had a really, really friendly conversation, and he was saying how I should stay out until 6:00 like I usually do. I said I wanted to come back to the dorm, but if there was a reason he wanted me to stay out, I would. I just wanted to know because I was curious. As I said, this conversation was really friendly, and I liked it.

I went upstairs anyways, and there were a lot of people in the dorm hallway. My Resident Director, who apparently was a Resident Assistant in the dream, walked by and was talking about how he busts a lot of people for weed, which is right below alcohol. I was holding the joint in my pocket to try to hide it from him, and I looked kind of sketch. I went into the bathroom, and for some reason it was huge. There were like 20 people in it. I went over to these two guys and they were saying how it was sketch that I had so many joints, and for some reason two more had appeared in my left pocket, and the original one was still in the right. To make things less sketch, and so they would not tell on me, I gave one of the guys the two joints and he passed one to his friend. Then I was feeling really sketched for some reason so I went into a bathroom stall. My friends Corey and Adam randomly came up and started knocking on it saying I had to come out, then the Resident Director/Assistant started knocking on the stall from the other side. I was really scared so I started trying to flush the joints down the toilet, but now I had like 10 or 15 in my pocket and when I would try to flush them down, more would just appear. Then the RD/A opened the door from the side, apparently there were two doors, and this was when it felt truly nightmarish. I had gotten caught with weed, which would mean I would be expelled from housing and have to go through a ton of other shit. I was still trying to flush the joints down the toilet when he was looking at me, and he said, “We’re going to the junkyard!” and I figured that was to retrieve the joints I had flushed. I was so scared, and then a small part of me thought this has to be a dream, and thankfully, it was.

Note: I woke up with my heart pounding and a small amount of adrenaline in me. It was truly terrifying, and I was so happy it was not real.

Dream – 10/25/09

I was on the highway with these two guys, and we were going somewhere. We got off the highway, which was 795, and then he suddenly like got back on, went through a lake, and then got back off the highway. It was scary and weird, and I didn’t like it since I was in a hurry for something.

Then I was in this room with Aizawa from Death Note, and we were talking about something. There was some kind of conflict occurring, but I do not remember it.

Dream – 10/12/09

At first I was with Chevy Chase, and I was in a dorm-like room with him and I needed him to do something. Before he would, zombies kept coming out of the ground and they were attacking us, but we were easily stopping him. I somehow got the perspective of someone being eaten by the zombies and it was somewhat unpleasant. Then Chevy Chase left the room and locked me in with the zombies. I started banging on the door for him to let me out, but he didn’t. He only left me a note, not in written form but in some kind of weird mental form, to kick them and I’d be fine. However, he also kept occasionally turning off the lights, and I would only see the zombies when they got right next to me. Anyways, I did kick them enough to take them all down, and I was fine.

Then I was walking around this weird neighborhood and I came upon a house, and inside right in the front was a picture. Then the person in the picture started moving, then someone came and shot the person with a shotgun. For some reason it was very traumatizing, and I stayed in the house for a little while longer before running out.

Then I was on some kind of weird train, and I was talking to someone about what just happened. I started crying, and I hugged this guy right next to me, but really no one seemed to be listening to me that much.

Then I was near my friend Ian’s house with three friends, and we all went inside looking for Ian. His mom was there, but for some reason her left leg wasn’t working right. When I saw her, I started running around to avoid her, and so did my friends. Eventually we all ran out of the house, and my one friend Matt said he tried to play Ian’s $500 Xbox but it didn’t work.

Note: I don’t know how Matt would have had time to try the Xbox, and Xboxes are not $500. Most importantly, this dream was just really crazy. There is a lot of stuff, probably more than I wrote, that I left out, partly because I don’t want to write it and partly because I forgot. It was just really, really crazy.

Dream – 9/30/09

I had two joints with me, and I went on a bike ride outside to find a place to smoke. It was after midnight, but it was extremely bright outside, just like it was the middle of the day. On top of that, the whole situation felt incredibly sketchy. Then people started looking for me because I had to pay some kind of insurance thing, and I was running from them, and when someone finally caught up to me, I said I didn’t have my insurance card, so they said I could go. I was still very worried. Then I realized I could just smoke in my house, so I went back home and went inside.

I was inside and I started smoking, and I was trying to do it fast because I was worried. I was in my basement, and it somewhat resembled my real basement, but it was also a little different. The outside I had been riding around was also very similar to my real town, but had subtle differences. The door to my basement was in a small nook, and I went down and looked around the window slightly, and I saw two cops. He saw me and I backed up, but I exhaled a lot of smoke so I know he saw that. I tried to finish the joint real fast, and then I was going to throw it and the other one I had away, and there was also one I had stored away that I wanted to get rid of. As soon as it occurred to me that the door might be unlocked, the cops came inside. I then ran outside and instead of throwing the joints real far, I just hopped on the fence and dropped them down. The cop had followed me out, but he was walking, then he sprayed me with mace and I fell down. I was so worried and filled with fear, and I thought I would get kicked out of college for this (I thought I was at college even though I was not at campus). I wished it was a dream, and then I realized it had to be a dream, and I just forced myself out of it.

Note: Then I woke up, still scared. These laws, why, WHY DO THEY EXIST. All they cause is pain, even in my fucking sleep. When these laws change, those who have enacted them will suffer for what they have done, and my fear is absolutely nothing, absolutely NOTHING, compared to what has happened because of these crimes.