Dream Journal

[Caciss]

I started keeping one. They're pretty rad.

Here's an entry I made about a week ago:
[Notes in parenthesis are just to aide you losers]

Party at old house (the house I lived in for most of my life), transitions to a Tim Hortons (where I work) merged with dream house (a recurring house in my dreams), majority of the guests are arguing. Father, Chris and Keaton (two best friends) and I sneak into separate room, watch a video of The Doors performing. Decide to murder to everyone one by one, with a gun, revolver. Shooting people seems to not affect them. Magical computer genius hovers out from a football stadium audience, his laptop floats out in front him, displays words and phrases that I can't recall. Now at a bank, we begin shooting the bankers, but they are unaffected. Banker asks me something, I get uncomfortable and awkward, one word answer.

I had heard a Door song on the radio earlier that day. I've been playing Madden a lot, so that explains the football audience. Not sure about the whole murder thing. Bankers, not sure, but my girlfriend has pointing out every time I act awkward around strangers. Dream are pretty crazy, man! Share yours, or start keeping one.

[Stormy]

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Perhaps you feel that your attempts to effect others/the world are ineffective?

[Caciss]

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Sounds good to me!

Here's another:

A collector of historical items gives me the constitution stapled to a booklet making fun of the Jonas Brothers. Nice drawings, clever writing. Working at Tim Horton's again. Laurie (boss) is yelling at me for not cleaning one of the bathroom, I tell her I cleaned them both. She tells me to clean the third one. I notice a hallway that I've never seen before, that leads to a another womans restroom. I apologize and tell her I had never noticed it before. Woman gives me a hard time on headset and makes me list off every single drink we sell. I am eating a sandwich, gross kid, seems to be worker demands a bite of my sandwich. I tell him hell no. He asks again. I say, no, you're gross as hell. He tells me he's going to kick my ass. I get anxious, he seems relatively strong. He attacks me, I win the fight. I am surprised. He tells me he's only thirteen. I don't give a damn, and punch him again.

[Stormy]

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I find myself in a village that looks like a mix between Egyptian and Native American. I am building a box made of sticks that holds three or four little figures in it. Its a symbolic thinga-majigg that represents a blessing from the gods/ancestors that means I will have a family and it will be safe and stuff. Some ancient law is broken and my pregnant wife is put to death. I get crazy ****** and curse the gods/ancestors. I am exiled into some horrible labyrinth dungeon and must brave its dangers to survive.

I wrote this one down a few years back because I thought it would make a decent, if cliched, video game. I totally had that dream too. Reminded me of Turok, which I haven't played in years.

[Big Rick Cook]

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What follows is a dream journal entry from four days ago, which I am currently expounding upon into a short story.

I and my father are farmers. He never shows up in the dream, though I reference him several times. We also run a hostel out of our farmhouse on an old hardly-used state route, and a girl shows up one day on a motorcycle, just passing through and looking for a place to crash for a night or two before deciding where to go next. She ends up being a ghost and the hostel is a form of Purgatory for her. I woke up before finding out how she died or where she went after the hostel.

The first line of the resultant short story is "I would tell you about the day she died, but she never told me." I hope to have it finished soonish.

[Eso Teric]

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The most interesting/fun, though short, one I remember from the last few months:

Falling through sky and clouds. At ease. Think about cardboard like wings to slow decent. They appear, but are useless. And I get a better idea. They dissolve, and I think about large white angel-like wings. They grow quickly from my back, and I glide more than fly briefly, and I start to see ground. As I come to the top of an electric line pole, the wings dissolve and I start to fall very slowly, placing 2 fingers on top of the pole to right myself and slow myself further. I float wingless to the ground. Looking around I seem to just be on some street somewhere, a few people walking around here and there. I think if anyone had seen it could cause problems, and the ground is boring anyway, and jog slightly, and jump to take back to the sky. The jump takes me a good 8 feet into the air slowly, and I glide back down and land. I pout, and wake up.

[Kefka Jr.]

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I haven't been doing that well with my journal. I only remember things about once a week or more, and it's vague enough to fit into just a sentence.

1/10
I remember climbing up and down this wooden infrastructure with amazing ease. I was like a monkey. But I had to do it quickly because something was coming - a swarm of bees??

1/30
On a twenty-plus-story urban rooftop, I gingerly lift up a tiny baby from the edge and move him aside. Evidently, it’s something I do regularly - “Ugh, damn baby’s getting too close to the edge again.”

[Biggie]

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You ever dream about me?

[Caciss]

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My dreams keep getting weirder!

Angry that the orange is not used correctly. Not sure how or why.