it goes vwoom together

I had two dreams last night in which I was attempting to obtain a milkshake. I’m not sure on the exact flavor but it had a vanilla base and neon-green blobs of.. something.

In the first dream I had Lily with me and the whole milkshake obtaining process seemed very simple. We enter this swamp area, drop some ham into the water, and take a hidden sub to the diner. Things started going awry the moment I dropped the meat.

Lily was having trouble swimming out to our vehicle and so I turned around to help her. She was flailing a bit and I could feel myself slowly sinking. Next thing I knew, someone else had gotten onto the top of the sub and were planning on leaving without us.

When I confronted the lady on the deck she went a bit berserk. She seemed delusional and pulled out a small knife from her lunchbox. She was trying to stab me and succeeded in stabbing my hand which was trying to take the blade away. I felt I had no choice and plunged the long steak knife (which had appeared in my other hand) just a short ways into her abdomen. It was a very sickening sight. The handle and majority of the blade was still exposed, and the stab was only a couple inches deep.

She fell overboard and I tried to push her all the way under while she continued to slice at my hands.

I woke up then feeling quite disturbed. I walked around for a bit then went back to bed.

This next dream was less severe but I had a similar goal: that milkshake. I found myself in Nigeria and had to swim through this canal to reach a resort area. The water was disgusting. It was full of hair and locals trying to souvenirs which were made from various body parts.

I ended up deciding to leave once I got to the resort. I did get to meet Paul Teutul. Turns out he’s an amateur magician..

I couldn’t lose lucidity. It was almost like old times.. except I slept through it. Anyway, there was one pleasant part I had no control over.

I was in a nice performance hall of my current (but unrecognizable) school. I sat on the stage floor and watched the performance directly in front of me. There were two lines of girls, all dressed in these long white robes. From my perspective, the lines were longest when measured left to right and were two rows deep.

The performers were arranged so that each line, or group was on a separate moving platform. The platform had three vertical positions, each about ten meters apart. The performance consisted of singing and dancing on these platforms which would accelerate at incredible speeds which hurtled the performers high into the air. There were all manner of flips and the whole spectacle was quite pleasant.

The finale always included flying dismounts onto a hidden stage underneath. After watching the performance a few times I moved down below to see the hidden stage. It was a bit sickening to see the bodies of the performers sprawled along the floor and against the walls.

I then understood why there were limited rehearsals. It turns out that the final maneuver ended in the performers death. Sad.

So I’m here. And I’m tired too. I think I slept 13 hours again last night. I had one dream where I was preparing for the LSAT.

Actually.. I took the exam with nearly no preparation. Those who passed were given awards and a ceremony reminiscent of olympic games. The final passing grade was to be either given to me or some other boy. There was a drumroll. I won. Oh, I won. I couldn’t believe it. What were the chances? I hadn’t even studied. I attributed my success to my firm belief in my ability to win.

As I took my place next to skippy and eminem I saw my parents down below. My dad was crying.. he couldn’t believe it either. I turned around and barely dodged a blow from my newest combat instructor. He wore a black bandanna like an eye patch.

Each swing he took was followed by a small trail of bubbles from his mouth. They had a very pleasant easing (out) movement but I couldn’t watch them too long. The moment I directed too much attention towards the bubbles I felt my sternum crunch under my opponents palm.

There were apologies all around. He was trying to tie the bandanna around my torso. It wouldn’t reach but he kept trying, slowly squeezing my body thinner and thinner. Each movement he made became more primitive. I was at this point I recalled that I was asleep. I tried to remember the past days events in order to gain full lucidity.

Truck. Bus. Truck. And then there was the zipline and the simple violin tune. No wait. I think that was a dream too. It’s hard to remember but I think it was shingle outside.

You see before ‘heroes’ there was plain old magic. These three brothers were practitioners of illusion. I wore my coat because it looked like paper and stretched to fit my shape. It reminded me of that one band. The one with the paper cutouts, remember? And then they attacked. Except it wasn’t their real attack. It hurt so bad but it was just a fake one. They sent the little flames to follow me. I kicked the short one and he split in two.

Game over man.. They muttered submission while shuffling out the glass doors. I think I might agree. School of Conjuration > School of Illusion.