So I'll preface this with an introduction. Yes, an introduction to a dream thread. What I had last night very much caught me off guard largely because in general, I have lame dreams. Dreams where nothing happens. Dreams where I'll wake up and get dressed and go to class. Dreams where I'll play a bad video game. Often I also have dreams about assignments being late, being late for classes, tests, midterms, exams, missing important events in life, basically panic events. I have, on a fairly regular basis, confused real life for a dream and needed to find physical confirmation about which was true and which was a figment of my imagination. At any rate, my dreams usually are realisticish. and so I present you with:

I can't remember too much of the early stuff. There was a serial murder case rolling around that myself and two colleagues were trying to solve (one male, one female, can't identify either). We were invited to eat dinner with someone. He was respectable and not really a suspect, but I don't remember exactly what his role was. Possibly a police officer or something of that ilk. At any rate, we go there, eat, and the topic of the serial murderer comes up. The guy seems fairly calm at first but eventually goes ballistic. He eventually has (spontaneously, because this is a dream and that is not only allowed but doesn't seem particularly jarring) something to threaten our lives (acknowledged by the feeling impending doom, rather than anything actual. Again, it's a dream, so feelings control reality). He turned to the other guy and told him to put on a shirt that he had with him now. The guy put it on and the other guy who is now presumably the serial killer told him to say things relating to how his name was [the serial killer's name, which I actually knew when I woke up in the morning but waited until now to post so I don't know it anymore. What we had to say was also fresh in my memory when I woke up but it's gone now]. He turned to me and had me do the same thing. Eventually he left the room, and we found a way to escape... sort of.

The next part of my dream consisted of partly playing and partly being in (sort of simultaneously being at the wheel of a portable console and being the main character of the game at the same time. Basically, I felt inside the game, but also playing the game, a kind of feeling of internal and external aspects of it). Myself and the two people I had been with were playing this, and there was an impending feeling of escape while doing this. I didn't know exactly how I got there but I knew that that was how would escape from the guy's house. The game was sort of mario-esque side scrolling platformer, and the serial killer was chasing inside the game. I ended up way ahead but died in the game part way through and got sent to a check point way back. The other two kept going but the serial killer was catching up to them. Or catching up to me. I don't remember who but I had that feeling of "oh shit oh shit oh shit". This was when I woke up.


Actually, I woke up part way through, but it was still 5:00 in the morning so I went back to sleep and fell into the same dream. When I woke up this time, I walked around a bit to get my mind off of it before going back to bed. At both times where I woke up, there was a feeling of sheer terror, followed by calming down and getting a grip on reality and then returning to bed.

and if that all felt incoherent to you, I'll have to know it does now to me too! A large part of my dreams tends to be revealed to me in how I feel rather than what actually happens, which makes recounting them incredibly difficult.

LJ likes to move my typing cursor (is it a cursor) on me. It doesn't happen often but it's a bit of a nuisance.

Geek



So I'm amused. When I hit post, I got a message akin to "LJ has remembered what you last typed a few days ago (creeeepy) and can restore that. Would you like it?" to which I promptly replied yes and I was greeted with the above text. Yes, it stopped at Geek. I'm not sure why.

I joined an EotS last night where we had already 3capped the enemy team and were on our way to the fourth. The only thought that came to mind was "Oh my god, we're actually winning and I didn't even have to do anything. Is it my birthday?" Yes, it was in fact past midnight, although I didn't actually mean the question literally.

I have nothing more to report. Go home.

Oh, actually, I went to my orientation yesterday. Long story short, apparently the workload is on the magnitude of big, participation is a must and I'm going to spend the next 8 months seeing the same ~39ish other people about 30 hours a week, so I'd better get used to them. They seem friendly at least.

So I'm back in Brampton. There's so much yelling 0.o

As of yet, I've discovered I'm so out of touch with things here that I don't even have any idea how out of touch it is that I really think I am. I wanted to start getting caught up with people, so I started with Braendli since I haven't talked to him in quite a long time. I discovered that, to my shock, he had joined the army, and suffered quite a nasty wound from some of the training. I thought back to my past with him and this I honestly didn't see coming. He never seemed the army type to me. He was always so cheerful, enjoyed his puns, never seemed the type to get into something quite so... serious I guess. I always pictured him in a more bubbly future, but there it was.

So last night, I met up with Simon and a few other people. As it turns out, it was his brother that I was talking to. Yes, they share a last name :P I'm not actually even sure how he got onto my MSN list since I've met him... once maybe? Regardless, Simon is still Simon and I haven't lost my mind. No really. We talked about it (his brother was there too to help clear up the confusion) and his brother had thought I was someone else too. The identifying questions we'd asked one another were fairly ambiguous. The thing that really amuses me is that at one point, he mentioned he was setting up a D&D short with his brother and some friends. I asked who they were and he said I probably wouldn't know them. As it turns out, his "brother" was, in fact Simon, and those friends he spoke of were the people I grew up with :P

Concluding statement!

and Simon B, you owe me one internet. Get to it.