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her: that reminds me i wanted to post in the dreamlog
maybe i'll just tell you: i dreamed i was trying out a new restaurant and all i ordered were chicken bites
and it took two hours
why the hell would i hang around for two hours
me: Yeah, I've had weird dreams that I forgot the plots of when I woke up.... 1st one was like, dragons all lived under the sea, or something, and humans that tried to live with them turned into mermaids.
And then this morning I had something about a clone asking their original what their connection is with each other. And some murder mystery.
her: that is a lot more interesting that annoyed waiting in line at a restaurant
me: AHAHAHA. XD You really wanted those chickens.
her: i still do!!!!! walmart in america sells them and holy fuck they are orgasmic
me: AHAHAHA. When can you go get them?
her: probablynot for a hilw
we have lots of groceries
me: I SEE.


Feb. 14th, 2013 11:30 pm
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I had a dream I missed a day of Poupee Girl!
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I dreamed about cosplay! But not in a good way. I made this long necklace? It was huge, like the length of a wedding veil and had fur and trinkets in it. It was very heavy, more like a coat? It was meant to be the history of video games, ahahaha. So it had all these representative things for important games, and especially my favourite, Final Fantasy IX.

So I was rushing to get to the line-up for performers and I was really mad because I had just before then tried to buy ice cream. I paid and talked to the guy, and asked him why, when shaping the ball, he scraped off the excess ice cream and washed it off in the water cup instead of putting it back in the ice cream container. He didn't give me a satisfactory answer. When I got to the end and he gave me the cone, it had broken. There was just the tail end. So he took it back and said to return to get another.

I went to this huge bathroom to get my cosplay ready. When I was out in the hallway afterwards I remembered the ice cream but it was too late to go back, so I was all pissed.

When I got in line there were tons and tons of people there, all ready. I wasn't. I couldn't find the FFIX part of my costume. I kept running my hands through it, trying to find this one thing...and then the thread snapped.

Anderson Cooper was the presenter, and when he asked if everyone was ready I asked him what I could do with a broken costume. He said he'd give me a prize anyway, but it wasn't like a kindness it was more like those lame participation certificates. I didn't get one, the dream ended there in disappointment and frustration.

I know I was grinding my teeth during this one because my jaw hurts.

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Had a dream where earth was too polluted so a genius daughter of a scientist was able to discover a planet far away that was able to sustain life, and she helped build the space ship capable of carrying people there over a year long journey. Many young people volunteered to go, adventurous souls. When they reached the planet they discovered it was inhabited by creatures, not entirely unlike humans. Tiny and cute and naive, they welcomed the humans with open arms.

The scientist's daughter though realised that both humans and these creatures could not co-exist on the same planet and so decided the humans had to go home. So she, and with the help of her shape-shifting friend (where did he come from), decided to scare the humans away, creating more monstrous creatures (the shape shifter). In the end, everyone left the peaceful happy creatures on their own, and the scientist and the shape-shifter fell in love.

In another dream I had, I was a teacher at this bizarre school. Another teacher was talking smack about me so I was upset and wanted to go back to my residence for now. The places where people lived were in tiny models to save on space and you had to think yourself small to get into them. And for some reason I went into the wrong house by mistake, a house of strangeness, as if being built so there were tons of trucks in the basement trying to run me over or drop a cascade of metal bars on me, until I managed to get up the ramp, and past this narrow hall and into the bathroom. Gollum (that one!!!) came bounding down the hall through the dark and in that moment my dream self thought oh, I must be dreaming, how else could Gollum be here?. Gollum was happy to see me. I told him we had to sneak up to the top of the building because I had a jolly jumper that could get us out. So we sneaked up stairs and then I used the jolly jumper, a firework rocket of some kind that lifted us up into the air, but we ended up falling not too far from the house.

I think Aragorn and company joined us then and we tromped around and got mud in our boots, I dunno. Aragorn was bitching about his socks being wet.
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I had wonky dreams as usual. Some kind of war going on between an unstoppable king and his wife that was being held captured after deciding she didn't love him anymore. And there were two hot guys! Who were on opposite sides of the fight. Who were totes gay for one another, ha ha.

On the kings side it was this cool, calm character.

On the queen's side was a snarky, adventurous, magician type character. And so the queen tried to fight hand to hand basically with the king but she knew it was hopeless~~ But did it anyway. So the snarky guy took this magic pill to pretend to be dead, I think they were planning to escape so he was going to try to be dead and then get away later I guess? But anyway, it was kind of confusing because now I don't know what kind of magic it was or if the snarky guy was immortal or something, because the cold guy kept stabbing him and sticking his fingers in his mouth to see if he was still breathing and then they passed out on one another, it was kind of weird.

Magic is always so strange in my dreams, it's like it doesn't exist without my great concentration. Which kind of says something, doesn't it.

It's like when he was pretending to be dead I had to hold my breath, and then I would have to breath so the guy would be like, Ohp! He's still alive! *STAB* And he'd be stabbed for real but the guy would still be alive, so I was like, so uhhh. Is he immortal or something, this doesn't make sense at all!!

I think snarky guy kept wanting to laugh at inopportune moments.

It's like, HA HA HA! His fingers are in my mouth. Sexy.

O mans.

Sep. 12th, 2012 06:50 am
dreamlog: (Bug)
Was meeting my brother's new baby, a boy named Yuelan. He was a kind of scary looking baby with old eyes and a twisted smile. I told my brother's wife he looked like an old man, and then regretted saying such a thing! All babies look like Winston Churchill, I told myself, she will understand. But I still felt bad about saying it, and later apologised. She said it was okay, she knows the baby has the eyes of a fifty year old. One of her other friends actually said the baby looks like a Leprechaun, so I felt a little better.
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He and me walking through Shanghai, laughing, talking, loving one another despite our faults. We walk into a fast food restaurant. I am wearing my dress, the long one, and I tuck the bottom of my dress into my shoes.
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A young man who lives with his family under a tyrannical regime. Each house has a robot/bomb which keeps an eye on the inhabitants. Their robot becomes infected by a virus (maybe?) and keeps going after the members of the family until the young man lures it to a vacated part of the house and shoots it with a contraband gun, setting off an explosion. The police and a government agent arrives, and the young man successfully lies to them, but knows once they investigate they will figure it out, so he must leave his home forever or bring harm to his family. He takes some time to pack, and says good-bye, before swimming into a nearby lake.
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In the future our population has declined through more or less natural not exactly sad reasons, just time I guess, so the world is equipped for billions of people but lots less than that are there so a lot of parts are abandoned. And aliens have ways of making men pregnant so some poor men have become surrogates for people who want babies but can't have their own.
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There was this skinny young man who was wearing oversized clothes. He had just gotten a hair cut, so that his head was shaved except for his bangs which were all different colours, but kind of faded out and silver-grey.

There was another young man, his boyfriend even though that wasn't obvious at first, who was lying on the floor, and another who was sitting up and was like, "wow you got your hair cut?" and he was talking to the sitting up young man for a while. And then he just like fell on top of his boyfriend. Like just melting into him, you know, both of them wearing clothes too big for each other so it was like they were the same person in a mess of clothes.

And the other boy who was lying on the floor inspected his hair cut, feeling his shaven scalp and whispered something sweet in his ear and he smiled and I felt so much unconditional love between the two of them, I'm crying even now thinking about it, it was so warm and real.
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In an art gallery in Japan, a man is building a novel out of many popsicle sticks. One letter written on one popsicle stick. Glued together and going out from a centre circle. The novel is incomplete. My brother is amused.

Space Wars

Aug. 27th, 2012 10:33 am
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There was this future far away space world, where these different cultures in this solar system had been taken over by a stronger invasion force, and since they couldn't really fight back, they just kind of rolled over and try to survive.

It's been years since they've been taken over now, and the main girl is this chubby Asian girl, and she is taken from her parents, because people who have powers that can be used by their invaders are taken to work for them. She has the ability to excellerate fires. Which was just the cutting off point for being taken, as usually people with fire abilities can create fire. So she gets taken away from her family to work for the invaders, and then it's EPIC ADVENTURE TIMES!!!

It's kind of confused as to how everything happens. But she's like, traveling around the universe. Solving mysteries. And then somehow she gets her people to fight back.

I guess her ability to excellerate fires is all symbolic. As to her ability to excellerate the fire of REBELLION that was already there.

There was this mystery she was exploring, about this doctor who had died. They thought it could have been murder, but it turned out in a note she finally found that he had secretly hid, that he had committed suicide because he knew under the new regime he would have to make decisions that he didn't want to involving people's lives so he killed himself, not wanting to break his vows as a doctor. And the main girl met his family, and the doctor was a duck hybrid, but his daughter said she was adopted and not even her mother knew this somehow, and her actual mother was some awesome space chick that had to give her up when she was young.

And she, main character girl, found a book that she had written in the future about what happened, so she knew what was going to happen, and she knew at one point when they were being boarded that this elderly couple she met would give them away by one of them calling them by their real name, she she was like, should I tell them to be careful not to?? Or would that be a self-fulfilling prophecy?!? But then she decided that instead of caring, she would just call in the resources (strong people she had met earlier) earlier than she did in the book, so she tricked one of their younger ship-boarders to give her a communicator and so called over the reinforcements, and then there was a battle with big aliens and armoured dinosaurs, and the main character was reunited with her parents during the epic end battle.
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There was this teenage boy that finds a helmet that when you input a name of a person you suddenly see and feel their years of memory and experience. He fell in love with his neighbour and used the helmet to woo her with romantic skills he learned from others. And he used the helmet to become something of a superhero, using the experience of people with experience fighting.

Then he was discovered by his family, who didn't like that he was kinda moving too fast with his new girlfriend. And his father was a very cool, mysterious guy, and so the teenage boy never put his father's name into the helmet because he didn't want to break his father's trust, didn't want to know anything about his father that he didn't tell him himself, but when the boy's older brother took the helmet when they found out about it the first thing the brother does is put in his father's name.

And the teenage boy was like noo! Don't do that! But too late. They found out that their father was a prisioner of war and went through a whole lot of terrible terrible things. And his children understood. That's why you never told us about your childhood. You never had one, it was stolen from you.
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Girl writing stories in her top room of home in the future, writing about things in the past, including bubble boy who is in love with "Lois Lane" girl.


Aug. 27th, 2012 10:17 am
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There was this secret FBI agent type who looked into supernatural events like some tv shows out there do, and he was reliving his past. When he was growing up he was a super pacifist, despite the fact he had a large and athletic build that meant he could pound most people into submission. He was a sweet and caring guy, and didn't want to be involved in conflicts. He went to this boarding school, and had this best friend who was a foreign boy who seemed very strange to most of the people in the school and so was often the subject of bullying. But the boy tried to help his friend by trying to say whenever the bullying happened that they shouldn't stoop to his level, that violence was wrong, and it would be better to try and ignore things.

One night though, the bully killed the boy's friend (involving setting his shirt on fire), and then knocked the boy out when he tried to help, and left them in some dark room. (The bully had been edged on and watched by a group of other students, including a snobby, beautiful, cold girl that is also one of the supernatural agents, who the boy when he is older falls in love with - rather complicated past there.) The boy wakes up to find his friend clinging onto life, and the boy has no idea that his friend is dying. He just thinks his friend was hurt, but not that badly.

And his friend tells him, not that he's dying, as he doesn't want to upset his friend, but that: "I'm going home now. Maybe sometimes when you go to sleep no matter where you are, you go home. But don't worry, I'm bringing you with me, I've packed you away in my heart."

And then he dies. And this set the boy on his path to become a gun-toting agent.


Aug. 27th, 2012 10:13 am
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My brother had a boy, Michael, and then he divorced his wife. And Michael looked half Asian that was odd. And a character had these two lamps for 21 years, when I don't think it could possibly have been this long guess it was college, and over the years would change the lamps, add things, take things away, like plants and stickers and paintings, and when he was leaving school, finally, he just left them behind. Whether the next student would just throw them out five minutes after getting into the dorm, he didn't know, but he just left them behind. Things that he had worked on and had for 21 years. There was even this time lapse moment where you watched these lamps through the many days, the lamps changing, the light changing depending on the time. And then abandoned. (Or set free?)
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Pretty much everyone died, (it ended with a sixteen year old boy finding his father and his father's partner in crime, dead on an icy street, left there by someone just to taunt the boy, and then the boy freaked out, texting 'now what?' to his dead father and then shooting out his brains in the back of a car) and then time began to go backwards and melt as this voice cried out 'help us, help us, help us' in a way that makes me kind of nauseous thinking about it. I was like .... can't help you if I'm awake, guys! So ... here they are: "They actually lived happily ever after."
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"What does it feel like to be crazy?"

"Like everyone has failed you."


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