All I remember is that I was dreaming in BioShock. Literally just playing the game, or being the main character, or something. It was weird.
My psyche can be a sadistic bitch sometimes.
It was raining, and I was at home. I don’t remember details as much, but this guy somehow ended up running to my house or something. He was an Italian foreign exchange student that was living in Cabra. I don’t know why he was at my house, but I let him in. My parents helped get him dry and whatnot, and we placed him in my room. I got on Tumblr on some fancy clear-screen tablet thing, and I found the guy’s Tumblr. I reblogged a gifset and asked if it was him. I looked at him and he nodded. I was confused; an attractive Italian boy is attracted to me. I was at a loss for words, blabbered for a bit, leaned him and kissed him, and then quickly pulled away, flustered. He seemed confuse too. He was still wet and covered in towels; we stripped him so we could get the clothes cleaned as soon as we could. I peeped out to see if my dad was done with the bathroom, not only so the boy could use the shower, but because I was plotting to join him. My aunt apparently flew in the same day though, and she walked into the house, so I had to quickly put my clothes back on to greet her (…don’t ask…). We had to go back to school, but I was trying to figure out what to do with the boy, whom my parents have decided was homeless. He was welcome to stay at our house, but what with my aunt flying in, and my grandma still here, there was no room for him. I suggested he camp out at my dorm room, and we set off.
We arrived at campus, and we find out he apparently lives in my dorm, which made life a lot easier. More coincidentally, he lived on my floor too, so we just moved everything into my room quickly so I could help him get settled into his. Hillary at some point tagged along as we went to his room. He was in room 515, at the end of the hallway on the left. We go in, and I notice his bed is different than mine; his isn’t adjustable, but it was a tad bigger. He was already lying in bed, so I joined him. Hillary jumped in too, right on us. I don’t know why. There were some other people that arrived later, but I was only focused on the boy. I grabbed his computer and started fooling with it, trying to see what nonsense he was on. I found a few gay porn flash games on there, and teased him with them. We snuggled up a bit.
…I don’t even know at this point. I want to go back and see him…
-writing this down before I forget-
I was taking an exam, possibly in high school, because it seemed like a high school classroom setting? But my parents came to pick me up, and they came into the classroom. As we were about to leave though, a lady and her two daughters sauntered in, and the lady started talking to my parents, primarily my dad it felt like. Apparently, she was propositioning a good time for me with one of her daughters. Surprisingly enough, my parents agreed. I stayed quiet, even though I felt really uneasy about it. They made an appointment for 1:20pm (or 1:30, I don’t remember exactly) the next day, and we left.
I woke up from my bed, and it was already 3:30pm. I had an exam at 4, but I was still at home. My parents were helping me get ready, but they were thinking in terms of me and the lady’s daughter. I eventually blow up at them, telling them that I didn’t want to fuck some random lady’s daughter, and that I was not going to do it. I remember this overwhelming sense of fear and distraught that they would actually buy a human being, even if it’s temporary. Of course, I also just didn’t want to have some random encounter, especially one of that caliber. They finally got the message and tried to calm me down, assuring me they’re gonna fix it. My dad’s phone rings at this point, so I picked it up. The caller ID said Stephanie Thuy, which for some reason registered as the woman from the day before. I hand my dad the phone and look away as he flips his phone open, right after she hangs up. He calls her back.
I wake up.
(I am so bad at updating this. I should really pick it up.)
There were a few different parts to this dream. I remember someone came up to me from behind and stabbed me in the neck, I want to say. Purple and green blood spurted out, and I immediately felt myself “die”, more specifically that my soul left my body. Floated out. Hmm. Anyway, I remember still being able to move around, 3rd person view (siimlar to a video game), and something was going on that involved me having to save someone. I rolled them and myself through a small window, which brought down the whole building I was in, alongside the guy that initially killed me.
Later on, I walked around the same building, which was now a dorm, but stylized like a Taiwanese building (an apartment?). I walked to Kevin’s room and started to suck him. Matthew was there and started to take pictures on his phone, so I ran off. I came back again and repeated the process, but when Matthew tried to take pictures, I turned to him and started sucking him.
There was another part where I went to Carmelo and Graham’s room, probably for the same intention. Not much else happened though.
I can’t remember much of the dream, cuz I woke up at random intervals, which disrupts my dreaming. I remember there was this really beefy guy at one point, and there was also a trip to the airport (we were in a bus? And we were driving on a racetrack to get to the airport?)
The main part I remember was Matthew proposing we play a game of Spoons, but we actually played Battle instead. But instead of actual playing cards, we used my tarot deck (which was kind of a mix between both decks). The interesting thing was, because I usually shuffle them flipped around to get the inverses, some cards were dealt inversely, and when they were, the people on the cards would have blindfolds on. I never realized this happened, for some reason, and I had fun looking at the cards (the first card I realized this on was the Two of Cups). We kept playing, and more cards were seen, blindfolded and non. For some cards that were already blindfolded, the colour simply changed to black or white (I forgot). Another card that popped up was the Five of Cups, I think, but it wasn’t a design I’d seen before. My brain registered it as a special edition card that came with the deck I bought, because it was a limited edition or something, and the card I saw was a rough draft for the Steampunk deck (for some reason, both my decks merged into one megadeck, so the designs varied from card to card).
Does anyone else get that feeling of…realness? Like, when you’re dreaming, but you can physically feel every touch, every sting, everything that’s going on?
I was driving. I was at a Wal-Mart for a bit, with Seth and a few other people. At some point I needed to go uptown, so I went into my car and drove. However, I got to the other I-10 entrance, which I could still take to get to where I need to go. Sara was sitting in the driver’s seat, even though I was driving (with an XBox controller). I forgot who else was in the car. There was some sort of stop we had to get checked at, and the police officer asked us something along the lines of ‘how long have we been here’. I wasn’t sure what she meant, so I said ‘not too long’ and drove off. She meant in the city and then also shouted at us while we were driving away, saying that there was some sort of pollution in the city that was affecting people negatively. I saw that our windows were rolled down a bit, and that there was what I thought was acid rain coming up, so I told everyone to roll up their windows. We drove under the rain, but I think we still got affected by them, because everything started to get really trippy then.
I was in McAlister Auditorium, watching a concert. It was Paramore. My friend Steph was supposed to work at the show, but for some reason, she chose not to, and when Hayley Williams was asking for the tech person, Steph said she wasn’t going to. I volunteered to help, and Hayley jumped off stage and walked towards me to say hi, as I was walking towards the stage from the side aisle. Hayley somehow turned into a British guy with short blonde hair (for some reason, David Bowie pops into mind?…), but I didn’t realize this until after I woke up. We shook hands, then s/he started walking back to the stage. I was confused and asked what I should do. S/he started to laugh at me, saying, “Did you really think I wanted you to help?” (…Or something to that extent). I was kind of hurt because they made a fool of me in that way, but I shrugged it off and went back to my seat. They played their next song, and all of a sudden, they started to sing one of MY songs, word for word, note for note. I was so pissed that I ran out of the auditorium and started ranting at a few friends of mine.
This was a strange dream. There was a lot going on, but there were two main parts that specifically struck out to me. Firstly, I was at a restaurant with a few friends. There was some guy there that I didn’t know. He introduced himself as Bryan. I reached my hand out to shake his, but he grabbed it and kissed it instead. My arm completely went numb and fell on the table ungraciously. After realizing what happened, I quickly brought my arm back, slightly embarassed.
The second part was that my friend Steph ordered some pasta. The dish she got was similar to what we would usually see in our cafeteria, but it was the 13 oz. size plate (don’t ask how I knew how big it was…) More importantly, Fergie was our waitress, although it didn’t register until after she left that it was her.
Meeting this Bryan character has really thrown me off. First off, despite what people may say about “you only dream about faces that you’ve seen before,” Bryan didn’t look familiar to me at all. This isn’t the first time that I’ve met a person in-dream that I’ve never seen in real life before, although the other person wasn’t as memorable, although the event is still in my head. The second part is the fact that he kissed my hand. Sometimes I’ll do that as a parting to my girl friends (not so much my guy friends), so I guess having such a familiar action done to you is a strange feeling. What’s worse is that it felt good. Not like touchy-touchy good, but like, it made me feel warm inside, that someone cared enough (or was enough of a gentleman? I don’t know) to actually do that for me. It never happens in real life. I kind of wish it did.
BoA was on Ellen promoting her new song, Only One. Actually, I was Boa on Ellen promoting her new song, Only One. It was just her and Yunho dancing, rather than her whole backup team. The choreography was slightly changed to accomodate, but it was a good performance otherwise. After that, there were some SNL-esque skits. I was suddenly at my high school, backstage waiting for my turn. There was a skit that required me to be an asian character, but I never went on stage. It was strange.
Later, there was some part where I was really tired, but still awake, so when my phone rang, I declared my floor to be lava water; not as thick as lava, but still pretty bad. I fell back asleep and dreamed that I was on an island.
Finally, I somehow dreamt a new song concept, where it’s a song about dealing with a break-up. The video was very visual; a girl was dumped by her cheating boyfriend, and her best friend decided to cheer her up. He brings her up to a New York rooftop, with a blown-up picture of her ex on the wall. He also had buckets of water balloons, with things written on them such as “I hate you”, etc. When she threw one at the picture though, it was actually filled with paint, and we both had fun throwing the balloons at “him”, finally ending with a colourful wall, which we also graffitti’d “Love is worth something” on.