Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

Dreams always seem so real ;_;

In a dream last night, I was sleeping. In the dream, I woke up, and felt someone under me. Jorenko had somehow gotten into my room and underneath me without waking me up.

I asked him, “Are you really here?”

“No.”

and I cried.

I had a dream about a game.

I looked over the edge of the boat. Trees were barely visable over the floodwaters. Some of the water was standing water, other parts had currents. I remember thanking our leader for the currents. Ms. Milly Prower, our savior, had devised machines to create currents and stop currents. This way, even in our flooded world, we could build in the shallow waters and not fear for the supports being wiped out from under us.

An alarm chimed, not a loud or aggresive one, just a polite warning that the boat/car we were in would soon be submerging. I went below deck and took my seat. They were serving dinner then. I looked out the window into the waters, and watched the fish swim by. Then I watched the fish get caught in a huge net, along with hundreds of other fish.
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Update 1: Family friendly dream:

Some company was testing some radioactive shite, and somehow, this related to planet of the apes. There was also a game in which one must escape without being seen by the guards. Tough game, I say! They made it damned near impossible. The guards were WW2 gestapo types.

The dream started with Jorenko and I sitting on my bed. He was watching me play Diablo II, trying to distract me. I kept yelling at him, because he wasn’t supposed to be there, he was supposed to be somewhere else. I was getting really pissed off at him, but I couldn’t remember what it was he was supposed to be doing.

Then an IM window popped up on my screen from Ettin. Ettin was asking where Jorenko was. Why on earth would Ettin be asking where Jorenko is?

Apparently they’d planned a surprise visit, and Jorenko had forgotten to pick Ettin up from the airport. Ettin managed to get on AIM somewhere. We were both rather pissed off at Jorenko then.

So Jorenko goes off to get Ettin. (We’re all humans in this dream, mind. Our normal, real life selves.) I run off to my closet to change. While I’m picking out the best outfit to wear, Jorenko returns with Ettin. I slam the closet door shut, and yell, “I’m changing!” Ettin opens up the closet door while I’m half-naked and says, “HI SCHROE!”

I smacked him good.

The dream started with me finding a snake in my room. My room was not this apartment nor my home in Ohio, but another apartment of my own. The snake was a red and yellow one, with black spots. He never tried to bite me, ever, but I still held him by the neck ‘n’ stuff. The snake would slither all over my room; I wouldn’t lock him up unless people were over.

One day, he went missing. I cried when I couldn’t find him, so I left my room too look elsewhere in the building for him.

Oh my, it’s the commune. Everything’s done up in a retro-futuristic style. I walk to a room with red, oddly designed chairs. They looked modern-artish. I hate modern art :\ Read the rest of this entry »

The dream started with Jason Alexander and myself walking along a beach, talking about sand. We discussed how it looks a lot redder today. As we’re walking, we come to a cliff. Vines grow down the side of it, all the way to the shallow water at the bottom. Pieces of manikins are floating there, and Jason decides that he’s going to go get them. The lifeguard that’s there says that he shouldn’t go, but Jason doesn’t listen. I stay behind as Jason lowers himself on a wooden platform. I ask the lifeguard why he shouldn’t have gone, and the lifeguard says to look in the water. A shark’s dorsal fin pokes out the top. OH NOS!

I go down on the platform to distract the shark, and it comes at me. It pokes it’s head up out of the water, and it’s not a shark at all, it’s a dolphin! We all laugh heartily, and the dolphin pummels the hell out of Jason Alexander.

Schroe Dot Org (1:41:34 PM): Um, yeah, so I saw a death sequence dream.
J Jorenko (1:41:54 PM): Do tell
Schroe Dot Org (1:43:37 PM): Rapist dude came back again, but this time was very very violent, so I kinda died.
J Jorenko (1:43:51 PM): :o
Schroe Dot Org (1:44:02 PM): Before I died, though, you came in and found me
J Jorenko (1:44:09 PM): This is a disturbing series of dreams
Schroe Dot Org (1:44:20 PM): I was one the ground all bloody and stuff, saying, “Kill me,” but you didn’t wanna :-(
J Jorenko (1:45:23 PM): :-( Read the rest of this entry »

An Invader Zim dream. I should draw the characters some time. They are strange.

As it starts, we have a view of a large crowd viewing a stage. It looks like a concert of some sort, and there is a single female human on the stage, over which every boy is drooling except two. Zim, who is nowhere to be seen, and Dib, who is too busy ranting at his disinterested sister to even notice.

The girl is apparently some pop star, and she had just finished a concert. She grabs the mic one last time and begins some sort of scripted speech. As she speaks, the camera flits from the speaking girl to the ranting Dib. Dib and his sister are positioned in the back row of the concert, standing on top of a robotic lift that their father made.
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Last Night’s Dreams:

The dream started at some awards show. I was the lighting/stage crew, so I began tearing everything down after it had finished. People had forgotten things behind the stage, such as t-shirts and music stands. People had returned their shirts, too, because they were too small. I gave them new ones.

I walked home from the event with Jorenko. A man steps up to us and asks us for money. I keep walking, but Jorenko slows down. I turn around, grab Jorenko, and say, “Let’s go.” The man follows us, and I grab Jorenko’s Leatherman, and threaten the man to back off, or I’ll cut him. He goes.
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I remember waking at 7AM thinking how it was odd that I could have such a detailed, intense dream in such a short time.

It was winter in a city, and my mother and I were walking on the streets. We had just left an ice show, so it was in the evening. She and I were both well dressed, with fur-lined coats and gloves. My mother carried, in addition to her purse, a plastic bag and a camera bag. I walked slightly behind her with no bags, but my Leatherman multi-tool attached to my belt, and the camera in my pocket.

A homeless man approached my mother, asking her for change. “Let me check,” she said, and glanced into her plastic bag. “Sorry, sir, I have no spare change.” Read the rest of this entry »

In one of the many dreams last night, I was playing an RTS. The warriors were little Scissors looking people. They had red robes on, with little blue markings to indicate they were on the blue team. They carried maces as their main weapon.

After looking at my warriors for a bit, I rotated the map – The map was 3d and spherical. I directed my warriors to the mountains north of my base camp, and had them populate it. As I dealt with the northern encampment, I left my southern city to develop on it’s own, which it did. It prospered fairly, the generators making more and more people. The only thing I had to do was instruct them to build different generators. After a while, I had a generator that made large floating jelly-fish that would explode on contact, making them pretty darn cool for preliminary attacks.

So I did so. And they attacked my southern city. I started building walls around the only entrance to the Northern encampment

Then I woke up.

I had a dream last night that someone broke into my apparment to rob it. When they came into my room, I just said, “Whatever, just let me sleep.” and they took all my stuff and let me sleep.

*recalls a dream*
There was this bit of space that was perfectly empty. Outer space, that is.

And it moved.

We (Jorenko and I) were sitting at a train yard and watching the nothing. They’d predicted the end of the world, so we decided to watch the nothing attack and destroy us all. The nothing moved across the sky, consuming anything near it. After a while, it stopped consuming things, because there was nothing near enough to it to be consumed – it’d entered our solar system. Read the rest of this entry »

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I find myself in a hospital bed. The doctor was about to perform surgery on me to remove eggs for donation. (I had read an ad for egg donation earlier this week, and it pays $5000) The doctor asks me if I’m ready, and I say sure. As he comes at me with the knife, I stop him. He then says, “There is no anesthesia for this operation.” He proceeds with the operation, all the while I’m screaming. Eventually, I pass out from the pain. I wake up in the waiting room, in the hospital gown. I start sobbing, wailing for my mother, but everyone ignores me. I sit in the crowded waiting room alone.

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Johnny the Homicidal Hedgehog

The dream started with a memory of a roller-coaster park, and how much I want to go there.

In this dream within a dream, the group that was going walks down a wooden pier toward the entrance. Employees of the park littered the fence in the water, singing and wiggling to entertain us. When we reach the turn in the pier, and an employee, dressed as a sailor, greets us. He informs us that we have to leave all our ice, food, and refreshments with him. They don’t allow any outside edibles in the park. We agree to the terms and enter, but the dream ends there.
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It started, I am in my room (this nice Chicago apartment). Two others are there, too. One is female, but I’m not sure who she is. The other is Harrison, a friend of Manivane and Jessica’s, but he was female, too. I’m lying on my bed, Harrison’s lying on the floor, and the girl’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. We’re talking, but I don’t know about what. I think we’d been drinking that night, and it had gotten a little crazy, because the unknown girl’s naked. Harrison’s wearing blue lingerie, which belonged to me in the dream, but I’m fully clothed, wearing my leather coat, even. When Harrison and the girl got into some lesbian-action related positions I’d never seen before (yet made perfect sense), I decide to go get more cheesecake.

I walk into the kitchen, and there’s some guy raiding my fridge. He’s in a blue Hawaiian shirt, and he’s looking for the cheesecake. I chase him off. I look inside the fridge, and the cheesecake’s gone. A little more than upset, I go to the room to tell the others that it’s gone, and I see that the 13-16 year old young man who was in my fridge was now talking to them. Apparently he’s friends with the other girl, who, when she speaks, sounds like Amy, though she doesn’t look like her.
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Dream 1 involved SA2. Big surprise.

Dream 2, Jorenko and I were walking around Chicago and to the lake. There was a war going on between two gangs, and they were actually planning it well. Instead of just random hits and such, they had strategically plotted the elimination of each other.

It was kinda fun to watch, since they both succeeded.

I just recited part of the dream to Jorenko not to long ago. After he left to go move his car, I remembered more.

I was at an EHS football game, setting up a destruction derby in a garage. People were crowding in to watch, and we had two contenders who were going to smash each other to bits. Jorenko was one of the drivers, and he was dressed as Neo from the Matrix. His vehicle was a dingy silver-colored viper. The other driver I didn’t know, but his car was a red sleigh.

There were four sliding garage doors, and I went outside to shut them all. While I was doing this, I heard the people inside yelling about something. I went in as I shut the last one, and saw that everyone had left, including Jorenko’s opponent. A new person had arrived … Matt.
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I’ve been having some really odd dreams.

They’ve all been fluid, telling a story, and very entertaining to me, but I can’t remember any of them.

Half-life crossed with … Chao.

Jorenko, Bane, a few other people and I were playing Half-Life. The map we were one was the same one from a previous dream, but that dream was Quake III.

The player model Jorenko was using was Neo from the Matrix, and, for whatever reason, I was using a fireman in black with the yellow stripe. I can’t remember what Bane was using or any of the other players.

Jorenko kept chasing me and only me around, so I decided to change the player model so he wouldn’t find me easily. I hid, and changed the look to the little fish from SA2 that you can give to your chao.
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That dream definitely had a killing spree. I remember going around warning people that someone was coming to kill them, and I told them to duck, or to run, or whatever. It was in a giant hedge maze. Behind one hedge that looked like a counter was the doctor from Courage the Cowardly dog. A bunch of other people were there, and I remember eating lunch with Ettin, and he spilt his pizza all over himself.

My family was on a bus. Father was driving, I was sitting near the front, and the rest were behind, along with many other people. It wasn’t my normal family, though. The father wasn’t my dad, the mother wasn’t my mom, I wasn’t me, and I had two younger siblings. I was the oldest of three children, and had a younger brother, and an even younger sister.

We were in the bus to drive the families to their new homes. A small fat child appeared out of nowhere, and introduced himself as Clout. We all shouted for Clout to get out, but he wouldn’t leave. We noticed around us that the world began to change. Clout was forcing us through different dimensions. The lands looked basically the same, but small details would be different.
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The first dream I remembered until five minutes ago, when Amy decided that she needed to make a phone call with the cordless phone in the room I’m sleeping in, even though the other two large rooms were empty.

The second dream began with the end of everything as we know it. And then, everything became based on color. Old religion was gone, and instead, people worshiped the God of Red, god of Black, etc. People would dress accordingly to their faith. Jorenko and I worshiped the god of Blue, which makes much sense. We often fought with the God of Yellow’s people. We were allies with the God of Black’s people. And, for whatever reason, I was the leader of the Blue peoples. Jorenko and I bounced a lot in this dream, but that’s to be expected since I miss him so damned much.

First dream had something to do with Alan, a guy in my classes at school. I still can’t remember a damned thing . . . And Amy’s asking if she can use my hairbrush. She’s lost hers, and instead of looking for it, she wants to use mine.

I was looking out a window at two people, a guy and a girl, struggling in the water. They made it to a dock, and I threw fishing line out the window. “When I get a fish, climb up!” I said. The first fish I caught was a piranha, and I said, “You’re lucky it didn’t get you in the water!” I shook it from the line and caught another fish. They climbed up and inside. I said, “You should ask Chad for the recording of this show.”
One of them replied, “He’s already got it online.”
“The old version, yes,” I said. “You need the new one.”

I slightly remember one of my dreams, where everything on my monitor was shifting to the right.