My dreams take me to the wierdest places—sometimes good, sometimes bad—but there are some of them I just don't want to forget. So good or bad, they go here. My dreams take me on a journey into the farthest parts of my mind. If I can figure out what they mean, maybe I can understand myself a bit better. You are more than welcome to take this journey with me, but don't judge what you read. Remember, it was just a dream.

That said, a lot of these dreams have at least one part of them that would be great in a story. Some of them would make amazing stories all on their own, so I do get a lot of writing inspiration from these pages. Maybe one day you'll read one of my stories and know exactly which dream inspired it!

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

All Over the Place

Okay this one was all over the place, so don't worry if you get lost; I felt as if I was lost the entire time I was dreaming it.

When it first began, I was playing a small handheld video game while at what seemed to be a family reunion for someone else's family. It had something to do with raising up a small raptor, and a volcano that was about to explode. You had to gather materials to get you and your raptor to safety, all the while protecting the small villages on each island you ran to during your escape. I began to notice the people around me at the reunion were reacting similarly to the ones in the game, but I was too interested in the game to pay much attention to the real world. There was an asian boy, I don't want to guess his exact country of origin because I don't want to be wrong, but he looked to be about 17 to 19 years old, and he wanted very much to play the game. I was having trouble on a level anyways, and handed it over to him.

It was right then that I officially noticed how everyone around me was acting; there really was something coming, and we had to escape as fast as we could. I knew how to beat this in the game, so I applied my gamer knowledge to the real world and managed to get everyone onto a plane and we took off into the sunset, saving countless lives. Textbook happy ending. Except for the fact that the asian boy still had my video game.

When the plane landed, I was in an airport wandering around for a while, although I don't recall having any destination or even whether or not I was supposed to be going anywhere, I just knew I was at the airport. I needed to take an elevator to a different floor, and rode up with two other girls, one of which was a very pretty asian woman with long black hair that looked like silk, casually pinned up at the top of her head and flowing down her neck. She was very recognizeable, someone you have a hard time forgetting.

A lot of memories that actually took place within the airport are broken and missing from my mind; I actually have no idea what else took place there. All I know for sure is that I saw that pretty asian woman.

The next thing I remember, I was  getting into some vehicles with the family that was at the reunion earlier. The same asian boy that was playing my video game came running up with a cookie for everyone, and just before I went to eat mine, I looked at it and saw that it was in the exact shape as the head of the asian woman from earlier! every curve of the cookie, and every line that had baked into it, sketched her perfectly; i could see her face, and the way her hair fell down behind her. I started exclaiming that it was fate, that this cookie could only mean that her and I were somehow tied by destiny, and that I had to go back and find her! Not that I actually did though, because one of the mothers from the reunion clapped her hands, and instantly every stopped what they were doing, got quiet, and quickly boarded the vehicles and sat with their heads down, hands in their laps. So I went ahead and did the same.

I'm not sure where we drove to, how long we drove for, or who I was actually with, but I remember walking into an old bookstore. My friend Dustin was there, and apparently he went there a lot because his picture was on the wall multiple times on a bulletin board they had for the people who donated the most time and money to help keep the store well stocked and running. But for some reason, he kept denying that it was his picture. Even though it was clearly him, cuddling his puppy in his arms. I just shook my head and wandered around the store, with no real sense of direction.

Anyways, that was really the end of the dream. I just sort of "woke up" after that. It didnt make much sense to me, either. Like bits and pieces of a bunch of different stories or something.

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