Watch out Gamers

Creepy and awesome dream – a mix of Army of Darkness with the fact that I played Xbox last night

 

They are trying to take over the world. They hacked into everyone’s Xbox and ruined the memory card port. Of course, the only way to fix it was to order another updated port. Anyone who used the Xbox after that would die. Large group of us in the wasteland, running for our lives, not knowing when they would sneak up on us. Red haired gal grew a second head from her right shoulder (Good Ash, Bad Ash). She tried killing it by smothering the head in a muddy puddle. Others turned to dust. They had blank stares, blew away with the wind. We all wondered who was next. The outer edge of the group was gone. Whatever was killing us was moving inward.

I wish I could describe how visually ridiculous everything was. The landscape was really dark and wet with stunted trees, much like a swamp. Looking at a girl right in the face as she died and turned to dust… I need a camera in my brain to explain that one. A picture is worth a thousand words, no?

Corporate American ruins everything

Unfortunately, I don’t have an entire dream to share with y’all, but I have an interesting snippet.

 

I was searching through my hair for grays (isn’t this obviously a dream already? How could I have gray hair already? Haha) and pulling them out. They were easy to find. They were wirey and definitely larger than my other hairs. Upon further inspection up to the root of the hair, they were actually large plastic flattened chopsticks, if you will. Printed on the larger end was a company name much like Cisco.

 

It makes me sad that even my gray hair has to have a logo on it.

OMG I had the craziest dream last night

I have always had the ability to remember my dreams very well. It will sometimes take me up to twenty minutes to describe a dream and I have to sketch out a map on a take-out box to illustrate. For my 23^rd birthday, it seemed fitting that David would get me a journal to write down my dreams when I woke in the morning. The journal was a success for a few months and then...well, you know how that goes. I thought it time again to document what goes on in my head at night and a blog seems like the perfect place to do it.

 

Wake time 6:17 am

 

Going up to the highest tower was forbidden. However, we thought it a good idea to go up anyway, even though we weren’t skilled enough wizards. The tower was unremarkable and quite small. Plain gray stones. At the last flight of stairs, Chad was caught by the arm. The master wizard led him back down the stairs. He looked much like Gandalf, white beard and long flowing hair. I got frightened and considered following closely behind, back down to the main hall. Of course, I didn’t. I walked up the last of the stairs and came into the open room at the top of the tower. It looked out over the rest of the main hall. I remember earlier seeing the head wizard up there speaking his magic words and making some one disappear. A strange shelf in the wall held a box of what looked like burnt black roses. I couldn’t be sure. The two glass carved tulips, one glowing and one not, were attached to some sort of metal rig with handle. The tulips were the size of large watermelons. Clad in my dark colored robe, I walked up to the glowing tulip and spoke the magic words. “Luminesta!” Brilliant blasting light, anti-gravity, I clutched at the metal handle and flew off of the floor.

This would be one of those mornings where I wake gasping, heart beating fast, goose bumps all over my body.