There was a lot to this dream, like I was in this hotel going between room to room, talking to all these girls and guys. The only part I remember, I was Jiraiya and I was fighting Itachi. I had a Genjutsu that I had saved up, and I was waiting to use it but I didn’t want to until I knew I was finding the real Itachi, and not a clone. Once I had figured it out, I used it and he was stuck, and I was about to kill him but then my roommate’s alarm clock went off and I was unable to do it.
I was with these friends, and there was a cop close to us. After I thought he left, I said, “I’m going to smoke bud later” and then the cop came back and said, “Now we are keeping you in the database” and I’m like, “No I was just kidding” but he said he was keeping me there, and I was scared.
Then we were outside and my friends and I were trying to get into this car to like lie down in it, then a cop came up and asked what we were doing. We were in front of my house. I said we weren’t doing anything, and I thought I was clean but I had bud in my pocket the whole time. We managed to get out.
Then this one cop said that we was going to get me for bud, and he started chasing me and my friends. This part of the dream was really long, and we were running for a long while. One time we were on the top of a parking garage and he cornered us there, but I jumped down by landing on each successive level and then kept doing that (it was really cool in the dream). Then I kept running. I was going through this party, it looked like there was a moonbounce, and I kind of hid behind it, then kept going more.
Eventually he caught me and put his arms around me, but I got up and he didn’t try to hold me down. Apparently I had put up such a good fight he was going to let me go, and then he wanted a ride back home cause my friend had a car and we felt like friends so we helped him out.
I was in my dorm room, and for some reason I left it, and I felt like I had a lot of drugs on me, like cannabis, cocaine, heroin, but it may have just been a lot of cannabis. In any case, a cop came up to me and busted me for having the cannabis, and then a lot of other cops came. I had been busted for cannabis in my dorm, and I asked if I was going to get kicked out and they said Yes. I saw my friend Jeff and my roommate John and I felt so terrible that I would not be able to live around these people anymore. I was so heartbroken and upset.
Then a huge, positive feeling flowed into me, as I thought I knew a way out of it. I could say that I did what I did because I was under the Three-Tails’ Genjutsu (I’m not even going to explain this). It made sense because he had used Genjutsu in the past. Anyway, then a lot of people gathered together to fight the Three-Tails’, and I had some method of defeating him but I was trying to figure out how to use it.
Note: I put (Night) on this one because there was also a (Nap) dream. As for this dream itself, the first part was incredibly horrible and scary. The Three-Tails part was not so bad, but there were a lot of parts to that segment and I think an entire other segment that I forget.
I was with my roommate, and we entered our dorm, but it looked a lot like my house back home. We heard a shaver that was on, it sounded like my electric shaver, and then I’m like, “There must be someone here!” So we were pretty alarmed, then I screamed really loud for some reason, so we ran upstairs. My roommate lied down on the floor for some kind of protective purpose, and I was still really scared.
Then I was walking around outside, and I went to this place to pick up something. The guy was all out of it, and for some reason that fact was a mix of really depressing and neutral feelings. That is an almost impossible combination, but that’s how it was in the dream, like feeling horrible about it but not caring at the same time.
Note: This was a nap dream, and I had taken a nap and woken up at the exact same time as my roommate. Perhaps the synchronization explains his appearance. There was also a lot more to it that I do not remember, because for some stupid reason I refused to record this dream at the moment of my awakening.
I was in this large place, very large. There was a lot of moving around, it just had a really bad vibe to it. Then I was with my dad, and then I went to take a shower, and there was supposed to be something there for me to do, but I didn’t do it. Then I lost something that I needed. When I got out of the shower, I told my dad I was going to do shro-, I mean (something else I don’t remember), and I felt bad for saying that cause it was sketch.
There was a short period where I think I was running from someone.
But what I remember most was a party on part of my campus. There were a lot of people there, and it was Friday night. My friend Sam texted me, and then a little later someone teleported there with alcohol. My friend Adam and a lot of other people were getting sketched, so we started walking. I texted my friend about doing shromething that night, but he didn’t respond. It was already 1:00am and I felt bad it had gotten so late, but I still wanted to do it. Anyways, we started running, then we got to this field where a lot of people were playing soccer. I said to my friend Adam, “We got runner’s high!” and we high fived.
Note: This was actually a really long dream with a huge first portion, and all of it just had a generally bad vibe to it. It was a bad dream.
I was with someone, and we were talking to this guy in a room. He seemed friendly, so I took out some cannabis to show him. He then said he was a cop, and I had to come with him. He stepped out of the room, and I pointed to a nonexistent item behind him, and then ran.
Then I was in this large area with my roommate, and we were smoking cannabis. Then someone came out of nowhere and asked if we were doing something illegal, and then we ran. The rest of the dream was just running from a lot of people in this wide expanse of area, it was like an infinite number of backyards to many houses. It was unpleasant.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Dreams | Light | 
November 13, 2009 3:27 pm | 
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