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Alright so basically this is a dream I had a few nights ago but I never posted yet due to laziness.

My sister had gotten home from practicing driving. Apparently she was actually racing on a race track in our huge van for practice, and at one part she killed some guy she knows named Peter O'Banion because she went off a ramp and her car landed on his. Then she started putting a shitload of Billy Talent music on her computer. Since she had bought all of their CD's and DVD's. And that made me miss my iPod which I had lost in the dream. Then I went to my basement to get some Cherrios. Except there were none since they had gotten recalled for being a drug. That made me really sad, so I just drank milk instead.
 
I can not explain any of this.

I say "5" and not "4" because I have a dream from like 3 nights ago written down somewhere, I just haven't posted it yet.
 
So in this dream, it was basically three separate dreams. In the first dream, my mom, brother, sister, and I were all staying at a hotel, which didn't appear to be based off of any real one at all. Then while we were there, we found out that my dad was also staying in the hotel. So I was going to go see him and go swimming with him in the hotel's pool and my sister was going to come too. And my mom was going to go somewhere else but I can't remember where. So we all were going to go to the elevator. My brother had to coach a rugby game but he wanted to use the stairs for better exercise.

So my mom, sister, and I were all going to the elevator. And then on the way there we saw my friend Erick looking through a telescope. And for some reason I remember that part of the dream very clearly even though it doesn't seem to be important. So then my sister, my mom, and I went into the elevator, which was actually a lot bigger than a normal elevator and also it was octagonal. And it looked really fancy. The entire hotel did, really. So then while we were in there the elevator started to break. It began to, like, tip upside down. Like, slowly tilt. And for some reason that was going to make it explode eventually and kill us all but we couldn't get out of it. But then my sister found a hidden emergency door in it that we tried to climb through to get out of the elevator but we couldn't for some reason. Then suddenly it stopped tipping and it got to the first floor, which was where we wanted to be, but we still couldn't get out of it and it was still going to blow up. And then my dad came up and he for some reason knew how to make an elevator not blow up because of a Simpsons episode. So he took off part of the elevator's door and made it into a bridge going out the elevator door... Which for some reason allowed us to get out of the elevator. I don't know why. So then I got out of the elevator and so did my mom and sister, so it didn't blow up. And then some blond chick came up to me and told me that I was sexy. But I couldn't stay and do anything with and/or talk to her, because I had to go back and get my swimming suit so I could go swimming in the pool. And I don't remember much else. But I feel like at some point my family got into an argument about me not being able to find my swimming suit.
 
 
 So that was the first dream. In the second dream, I was some astronaut guy. (I looked just like the one in that Apollo 13 movie.) I was coming back from space and I had been there for two years. So I went back to see my family and I said hi to them all. (This dream took place in the future for some reason.) I asked them what was new, and they said "Not much". I told them something had to be new since I'd been out in space for 20 years. (Yes, it switched from 2 to 20.) Then they had to explain to me that my wife's husband (for some reason I wasn't bugged that she'd married another man while I was in space) had accidentally killed my dog. Who was orange. But I couldn't stay mad at him since he got me a new green one. Then I noticed that my robotic servant, who looked like this dude from a video game:

had gained the ability to feel emotions for others while I was in space. But he was still kind of a douchebag. Also he had the voice of Meowth from the Pokemon anime. And then I don't remember anything else.
 
All I can remember from the next dream is that my sister, her best friend, and I were all hiding in my bathroom because people from Tengaged (an online version of the reality show Big Brother), more specifically Yellow leveled Rookies players (but you have no idea what that means if you don't go on that site), were taking over the world. And I kept having to take a crap but I didn't want to in front of them. And I don't remember anything else.



So. There's the latest dreams. Reasons for stuff they may mean:
Well, the bit about seeing my dad is probably related to the fact that I'm going to be seeing him for two weeks soon. And the nice hotel is probably related to the thought that I was at a nice one with him for about three days over winter break.

As for the next dream... Uh. I seriously have no idea. The robot thing might have something to do with Wall-E which I read the plot of on Wikipedia yesterday but idk.

And then the next dream could be related to the fact I've been addicted to that site lately? Idk. Later today I'll put up the dream from a few nights ago.

All I can remember is going to Old Country Buffet and grabbing pizza and a cheeseburger which made my family laugh for some reason.

... Old Country doesn't even have burgers.

It was the last day of school, so I was really happy. Inside my school, it was just like the middle school which I presently go to. But for some reason, when outside, it was like the elementary school that I used to go to, if that makes sense. The interior was that of my present school; the exterior, my last school. So anyways, at some point when I got home, possibly when I think when I woke up the next day, I found that I was trapped in my house and could not get out. And would eventually die. In the dream, this was what Big Brother was like. So I was on Big Brother, which, in the dream, was a reality show in which people are trapped in their houses until they die. Yeah. Fucked up. There were two others in the house with me. Nikki from Solitary 2.0, AKA #6:



as well as Adam from Big Brother 9. He looks like this:




Apparently by looking at my window, I somehow found a sticker on it or something that said I was in an alternate universe. I tried texting and calling other people to see if they were in the same predicament as I, but, unfortunately, none of them were signed in to MSN or AIM so they couldn't reply. Yes, I know that that makes no sense, but nothing else has so far either. So, we were meant to starve to death in my house, I guess. We were given a limited supply of walnuts and chewing gum to eat, while I found a way to eat the wood that makes up much of the furniture in my house. For the most part, Adam ate walnuts, Nikki ate chewing gum, and I ate wood. So we lived like that for a bit.

Then, while Nikki was just kind of screwing around, she found a wall that opened up, revealing a secret attic which contained some alcohol, hawaiian punch, and pool tables. As well as some neon lights and college flags on the wall. And I feel like there were TVs but they only played footage of college students in their dorms. So we didn't really watch them.

And then at one point a bit after this, Adam accused me of watching him as he showered, since Nikki had done so earlier and I had taken a nap outside of the bathroom in which he was showering. He was also very drunk at the time off the alcohol found in the secret attic room. So, this pissed him off badly, and he decided to try and kill me. but then I managed to hide underneath a pile of clothes in my closet until he calmed down, sobered up, and decided that I didn't watch him shower and that if I did it didn't matter.

Then the next day I had to go to school because it was the last day of school, so they let me out of my house for that. But for some reason I couldn't just run away, I had to go to school then come back to the house. And yes, I know that the last day of school had already happened at the beginning. Idk why it happened again. So, first I went to social studies, where we watched some 3-D/holographic movie about the Civil War. And then we went to play a Civil War related game in my school's computer lab place. We were supposed to name our soldiers that we would fight as just our first and last name with no spaces or capital letters, or anything inappropriate. But people thought that that was gay and didn't want to do that, so they all named their soldiers "xCocksuckerx". Or something like that. Then some chick with some kind of autism or down's syndrome or something jumped up and started dancing. And then the teacher hit on her. It was creepy. But then the bell rang. And I don't remember anything else up until the last class of the day, Art.

So, I was walking to art. I decided to walk through the 8th grade hallway, since I didn't want to have to walk through a hall with other people, and the 8th graders had graduated and got out of school a few days before the 6th/7th graders. At the end of the hall, I encountered Mrs. Meenas (some assistant teacher at my school) taking all the stuff out of her desk since it was summer. She was also blowing up a large inflatable green (or maybe orange?) snake made of fabric. I did not question this. She asked me why I was walking through the 8th grade hallway. I said it was because I liked the fact that there were no other kids in the hallway and that it was faster. She told me that I was a good kid and that we should hang out this summer. I have no idea why in this dream my teachers are creepers. I really don't.

So, then I went to art. The teacher was Mr. Ron (an actual elderly substitute teacher, who seriously is a creeper in real life. idk what's up with these creepers). At the beginning of my class, Mario (no relation to the italian plumber who kills giant turtles that kidnap princesses. mario is the name of a black kid at my school who most definitely does pot, and is probably kinda a douchebag but generally leaves me alone~) tried to take my dream journal. As in, the exact one that I initially wrote this dream in when I woke up. But then a kid named Doug (no relation to the one from the nickelodeon show; he's an asian kid who is generally a pretty cool guy) got him to stop. And I can't remember the rest of Art class but I feel like we did no art and simply talked about Dr. Seuss the entire time and whether there was symbolism in The Cat In The Hat's characters Thing 1 and Thing 2. I seriously am not sure whether or not that happened.

So then after that school ended. And I was sitting at a long picnic table with all the contestants from Big Brother 6. Since apparently in the dream I was on that show. They tried to apologize for voting me out but I said that it was okay, since I had already looked on the Wikipedia page for BB6 and so I knew I would be evicted. And so then they all started saying "Oh, okay" and talking to each other. Then I saw a kid I actually know named Michael there. And talked to him. And the topic somehow came up of the Grim Reaper. Michael mentioned to me that if I said the Grim Reaper's real name, which I can't for the life of me remember but I think it involved the word "hairy", then the Grim Reaper would come to me and take my soul away. I didn't want to have to go back to my house in which I would be killed, the one with Nikki and Adam, so I said the Grim Reaper's real name. He appeared in 2-d animation, and then touched me. Then I woke up.



POSSIBLE MEANINGS FOR STUFF: Well, as far as all Big Brother-related stuff goes, I've been watching that show a lot lately. And Nikki showed up since I recently watched the season of the reality show Solitary that she was in. As far as the hangout with the college flags, someone recently mentioned to me how their dream house would consist entirely of that. Everything else, no idea.

This won't be too detailed because I really don't remember a lot about it. I was playing Spyro 2: Ripto's Rage. And I was at the first level, which is called Glimmer and it looks like this:

Except it was kinda different but not much. Paper airplanes kept floating over my head and I had to breathe fire on 'em to destroy them. Then biplanes start floating over my head. Then airplanes. Then a blimp. And then after that some star with a face flew up to me and I had to follow him to the other end of the level so I could steal a star from the Hollywood Walk of Fame thingy or whatever the fuck it's called, while flaming more planes over my head. And then I kept doing that for a bit and I woke up. So there is Dream One. Not detailed but that's all I can remember.

Possible meanings: Well, I know that the Spyro bit is because I've been playing that game a lot lately. The rest really just seems to be random.

I have decided that the absolute best time of the day, or night, is like 5-6:30 AM, after a night without sleep. If I stay up that late... It is sheer excellence. Words can not sufficiently express how great it is. See, I stay up late pretty often, so I can make a little chart for you for how I feel at various times of the night to better explain it.
9-10 PM: ... This isn't late. What are you, kidding me? 
10-11:30 PM: Again, not late.
11:30 PM-Midnight: Sometimes at this time I feel a little tired and crappy, but usually not yet.
12:00-1:00 AM: The beginning of a slow downward spiral to the worst part of the night.
1:00 AM-2:00 AM: I start to feel badly here. Time begins to pass somewhat slowly, I start to feel tired, I start to just not feel good. It just doesn't feel nice, but not necessarily bad.
2-3 AM: Usually... The worst part of the night. This is generally when I'm feeling tired and crappy, especially during the latter hour. Time passes incredibly slowly... It just. Doesn't even pass. I look at the clock to see how late it is. I look again what seems like an hour later, but it's only been twenty minutes. Usually here I just do not feel good. 3:xx AM never feels good. It doesn't ALWAYS feel bad, but it never feels good. I usually don't even remember it later on. It's just a weird and unlpeasant time.
3-4 AM: This can be an amazing part of night sometimes. I feel alone and relaxed... I can feel terrible or I can start to feel really really nice. It depends on the night. Most of these times do, actually... This is mostly based off of tonight.
4-5 AM: An uphill slope here. I start feeling more awake and more alert, my mind doesn't feel as clouded, it feels like a weight is being taken off my brain.
5-7 AM: Ecstasy. I can not even describe how I feel here. As the sun rises time begins to pass more quickly. I feel more relaxed at this time with the level of awakeness that comes with it than I do at any other point, ever. It is fucking amazing and it is incredibly relaxing. I can't even describe how amazing it feels to be awake at this time. Everything feels good, even the ache that I usually get in my neck around this time and the coldness I feel when I stay up late. I feel slightly alert, but my mind is just slightly clouded. If I smoked just a little bit of pot, I imagine that it would feel like this. Fuck drugs, sleep deprivation is the awy to go. Seriously, it just feels awesome to be awake at this time... I feel nostalgic, always. I feel relaxed. Nobody else is awake. I just feel... Great. I can not describe it. I still feel tired, but in an amazing way. I would much rather feel like this than feel fully awake and alert. Parts of my legs and such that usually ache during the 1-4 AM period feel numb. My mind is relaxed. Everything is just fucking awesome. I know that I'm probably being redundant but that is because I am tired. In a good way, of course. I don't even know why I like this. My neck usually hurts, I'm hungry, I'm cold. But it's just... A great feeling to be awake now. Idk. It's just. Wow. It feels the best from 5-5:30... That's just. The orgasm of the night.
 
So basically... I feel good for part of the night, then horribly shitty, but then it's worth it because I feel amazing afterwards. ESPECIALLY if I'm playing music. And if I'm looking outside and I slowly see the sun rise. It's so great to be awake at this time. I love it. I just. It's like, I still feel tired... But in a relaxed way. Idk. I don't even know why I thoguht to post this. I juts wanted to.

What I'm gonna do is this. This summer I want to start a dream journal. And so I figured that I may as well use LJ for this, since I never use it for anything else. So every day that I can remember my dream from now on, you will be treated to an explanation of it. Congrats.