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.
I went in to these people’s house to smoke, and we smoked a lot of heady. They said we had to be careful because of their dad, and I could escape through a window. The girl tried to unlock the window but she couldn’t do it. There were people walking around, and first someone gave me a half smoked large joint to take with me, then someone gave me a small bag, then someone else gave me another bag, and it was all heady so I was quite happy. Then a woman, I think their mom, came down, and I immediately opened the window without a problem and left. I walked and I saw my friend Matt’s car, and then Matt came out of a house with this black guy Lawrence and I started to tell Matt about the great deal I got. Then Lawrence started talking to me and we got in a fight about how he never gave me my $20 back (this was a conflict in real life), and we kind of started fighting.
Then I was in some kind of arena, and I was about to play a game. However, I still had all the cannabis in my pocket, so I wanted to hand it to my friend (my friends Adam and Corey were there). We went down to the bathroom, which was very elaborately designed, and I handed him everything. Then we came back up and I didn’t play, I just sat down behind a guy. I think it was a baseball game, but it was not regular baseball and I never actually saw what was going on. Someone was smoking in front of me and I asked if I could take a hit and they said yes, but I never did.
Note: In the beginning, where the mom came in instead and it was surprising, that was probably influenced by a Curb Your Enthusiasm episode I saw, where Jeff’s parents came in and saw Larry watching a porno, and he was not expecting them. There was more to this dream, I think a cop threat somewhere, which is a recurring issue in my dreams.
I was doing some kind of video with my roommate John, and the video turned out to be really bad. I’m not sure if he saw it, but I let him know it was bad. Then my cousins were staying in my house; first it seemed to be some other kind of place, but then the upstairs was like my house. My cousin asked if she should watch the video (not sure if it was me and John’s or another my cousin and I made), but I said no cause it was bad, plus I was tired and wanted to go to sleep, and she agreed and we went to sleep.
Then I was outside of a bank with a lot of people. This guy named J. Mac came up, and he was talking shit to my one friend. Then I said something to him, and he started talking it to me, and then he started poking me real hard. So we got in a fight, but this was one of those dreams where I have no power, and he kept slamming my head on the ground and I didn’t really get to land any hits. The other guy had suggested I not fight him because Mac had gotten in a fight with a much bigger guy, and he showed me a picture and it was some unusually large man. So I went into the bank we were next to, past a security guard who was inside, then I went in to a small room and asked if there were any cops here. They said yes, and I went back to where the security guard was (who I probably should have approached first) and suddenly there were two detective-like people, and I said that a guy outside had just attacked me. The right side of my jaw felt heavily dislocated and painful, and it was sort of hard for me to speak. I tried to point him out but we were actually very high up and he was out of view. Then he walked in to view and he wasn’t doing anything wrong; all the people started playing Frisbee. One of the cops was like, “They are just doing 70s stuff,” and I’m like, “Alright,” and he had me fill out this form. I started to fill it out…
Note: But then the dream ended. I think there was a third segment but I don’t remember it. In fact it is coming back to me a little, but not enough to write about.
I was with my friend, and he set me up with this woman to “do things” with. Unfortunately, things did not work out so well, and I will not go too in to this part.
Next, I was in a car with my friend Matt A. and John. He had some cannabis on him, and there were a lot of cops around, and we pulled up to some because they were doing something, which I thought was a bad idea. There was a very small, empty jar with a purple lid, and a cop came up and saw it. Then Matt and John stepped out of the car and the cop frisked them, and he found cannabis on Matt. He got arrested and me and John were both extremely upset.
Then me, Corey, and some other friends were at this low place talking to a cop. Corey started telling the cop that he was getting me to brush my teeth and pee for him, to cheat the drug tests (I’m not sure how brushing my teeth would help him, but I guess it was indirectly related to the saliva test they do). As he talked, the cop kept adding more and more penalty, although it seemed to only amount to hundreds of dollars, but I think there were years of probation in their too. I was wondering what Corey’s plan was but I never figured it out.
I was living at my grandparent’s house instead of college, and I really did not enjoy it. Suddenly I had two large, empty bottles of alcohol, and I had to get rid of them somehow but I could not figure out how. Then my dad opened up a door to the deck outside and I realized I could throw the bottles out the window, although the window was not there before.
Then there was a party with all these people, but I still had to get rid of the bottles. So I had this girl come in and I told her to put the bottles in her backpack. So she did and then she left, but then her mom came in and asked if I had just forced her in to a six-way (the sexual sort). I told her no way, and to prove it, I got in some kind of battle with these odd creatures. They were attacking me with balloons, then I got a balloon and I was manipulating the balloon with my energy and fighting him, and I won.
Then I was with my friend Brandon and we were looking for a place to eat. I came out of a building with him and it looked like Reisterstown Road and I said, “I know where this is!” Then we were waiting for the bus to go to the place he wanted to eat, which was a place I had never heard of before.
Note: I keep having dreams that I am living in different places besides college, and the places suck. When I wake up, I am always so happy that I am here!
Dreams | Light | 
November 6, 2009 2:17 pm | 
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