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

Dream 1

They were testing a plane that could allow people to stand on the wing and feel no discomfort. A few people and I were asked to stand on the wing after being shown the video. The guy said I should bring my legos and play with them on the wing. I said, “If any of them fly away, you’re buying me replacements, right?”

He said, “No.”

And then I beat him up until he agreed to sign a contract stating that if any of my legos were lost, the company would replace them.
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I just had a dream I held a dying man in my arms.

It started, we were in an arcade. Many of my friends an I loved the games in this three story arcade. We often wondered why they’d closed the two basement levels – five stories of games would be great. The old guy who worked there, Bade, would often chase us away when we hung around the stairs. We’d never been nice to Bade, and he’d never been nice to us – At one point in the past, he’d shot me in the arm for trespassing.

We finally saw he was distracted, so we bolted down the stairs. We had stolen a key, too, so we could get through all the doors. We were all gamers, this was a game to us.

Another dream.
For some reason, I was wandering around Stony Ridge Park, and there were haunted houses and such to tour. I had fun in them, yay.

Later, I walked into this place that looked a lot like a dig site, but at the front door was a bunch of people lifting weights. I followed the wall around. The floor looked like a black, rocky waste. At the far end of the room, I can see that it is/was a hangar for aircrafts. There’s a plane right outside these giant doors. Suddenly, there’s a rumbling – a plane is flying low overhead. It jostles something loose in the ceiling, and we wait for it to fall down the chute – it’s a silver toilet. I laugh and walk up the mound of black rock. I see something that interests me – someone’s using magic. Since this entire place seemed to be a training facility of some sort, I decided I wanted to learn to use lightning like I’d seen someone just do. Earlier, I had seen a man showing his apprentice how to fly. I walk up, and poo, it’s not a teacher – it’s a bank. I look inside their vault and see nothing but amethysts. Big, shiny amy’s. My birthstone. I look at the banker and inquire who they belong to. He states that he’s not allowed to tell, but he can take my name as a person who can be told once they’re claimed. I give him my name, and he almost faints. They’re mine, I put them in the bank hundreds of years ago, and no one was permitted to know they were mine until I claimed them. Whee! He gives me the key, and a bowl of shrimp pasta.

I’m hungry.

Okay, that dream was just disturbing.

There was this huge explosion at a nearby farm, and, for some reason, my dog was over there. We rushed to go get her. We drive around the emergency crew, around an old steam engine that’s decorating the farmyard, around some water mains that broke in the explosion, and finally to where the dog is and, what do we see? She’s just sleeping. I bundle her in the car (I’m holding teddy tails the entire time) and we look around the place.

It’s a farm from a previous dream. The leatherworks/blacksmith’s shop from that old dream had gone kablooie, the barn was now some hacker central, and the railway that passed in front had blown up as well.

Wha-booooooom!

Bus dropped a few others and myself at some unknown underpass and drove off. We all had sparse packings and little cash on us. We all waited for a ride. (Note: in this dream, I was the blue hair Schroe rather than myself.) I sat and talked to a few people, and really hit it off with this older man (Nothing sexual, mind.)

A car finally stops to pick us up. The man gives me his spot and waits for the next (he’s so nice). We stop at some school and then drive off again. Then, I’m dropped off on the side of the road next to some woods.

There’s two people waiting for/with me. We walk into the woods, and it’s pretty hilly. We keep walking, and walking, and walking through the woods, over the fallen leaves.

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I’ve never read nny
but I had a nny dream

he was trying to kill a puppy, but always failed in some cartoonie manner

I had a dream Cammi and I (real people, not characters) were in a haunted hotel.

A Diablo II dream.

There once was a very powerful necromancer who was also a king of his land. A young princess was offered from a neighboring land as a peace offering. He accepted her, and she became the queen. She was very petty, and vain.

One day, years later, she slew her husband, and became the sole ruler of the land. She, over the years, had harbored a great hatred for him, and became to dabble in the magics, developing her own spells as needed to become a powerful sorceress/necromancer.

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Dream, dream, dream . . .

The first that I recall was trying to show the character Mr. Burns just how evil he really is, kinda like a Scrooge/Ghost thing. I dragged him to a small children’s hospital and forced him to sit with the kids for a long time. While I was there, Jenessa showed up to tease people. I asked her to leave, and forcibly pushed her out the window entrance to the room. The only way into this room was through a window on the second story, with a small patch of roof to step up from. She finally agreed to leave, and when she had her back turned, I pushed her. Someone, Halley, saw this, and agreed to keep silent, because she and many others thought that Janessa deserved it. Janessa is brought up to the care center on the 2nd story in a bit and healed. (HP system for this dream: Upon death or serious injury, a certain number of HP is removed from your total permanently) Janessa begins to cause trouble in the hospital, and I go to throw her out again. She leaves, and again, is pushed from the roof. We just leave her this time. We don’t care.

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Dream 1. Corkies LARPing Earthbound.

Dream 2. (WHOOOO SNOW outside, just noticed) Anyhoo, Jorenko and I were walking around this house or summat, and when we got to the backyard, there was a competition of sorts going on, and Mike Shapiro was hosting it.

Dream 3. Someone named Lucy and I were hired to paint a mural on some garage doors to a place. She and I never met, we worked in shifts. I started with an image of Link, then she painted one of her own, but she wrote things next to it like a lamer, and that irritated me. She painted up messages to me. Then she asked me to start doing her work. ARG.

In a small classroom, like none I’ve ever seen, the students draw on the board while the substitute teacher yells at them, “Don’t make me get Lak! You know I will!” Jorenko, Squee, a few other Corkies and I sit in the back of the room just talking and playing with slinkies. For some reason, the sub and I get into a fight, and he ends up kidnapping me. All that I have with me in the car is a broken slinky. He drives off, threatening to kill me and stuff. I convince him not to kill me by giving him certain favors with the aid of a slinky. He continues driving down a road until it becomes a dirt road, and then he follows that. The road becomes surrounded on either side by some sort of plant that’s being farmed there. It’s all in rows, and the car is going between the rows. Ahead of us on the road is a bunch of other cars, all slowly heading to the same place. The sub, a bitter old man, starts to drive through the field, trying to get past the other drivers. I smack him and yell, “Are you TRYING to get caught?” He gets back in line with the other cars, and later we’re walking down the same path. All the people are trying to get to a baseball field where there’s some woman in Aztec style clothing singing in a strange language. The sub an I veer from the path at the last moment and head down a hill to get away. Three men in a golf cart scoot up to us – one is also an old man, while the other two are armed guards. I levitate, trying to look scary and frighten them. It works, and then I land next to them and say, “Hiya!” and walk off as they arrest the sub.

The Corkies were all in a PC lab designing maps in Starcraft or the Sims, their preference. I would monitor their progress from within their design. When everyone was near finishing, Kyle was busy putting something, thinking it looked bad, and removing it – repeatedly. He had a startcraft water map with a temple, and then some lava over to the side somewhere, and he was trying to build Sims’ walls on the water. I paddled around in a canoe.

At the start of the dream, I’m being driven out of the Commune by … some company. They turn the entire Commune into the playhouse for some super genius kid (looked like Akira). They would always have games and people over to entertain him, but he’d only sit at some little Tandy and program things. Whatever agency I worked for wanted me to kill the boy. The boy was more Tetsuo-ish than Akira. He had a Kaori … but it was *gag* Flinchum. I make my way through the game room. I’m well hidden because there’s a bunch of kids there, 500 billion arcade machines. :D

Then they order all kids to leave, so I have to hide. They don’t find me. It’s time for the kid to do his job, the reason they keep him – he’s got to do some hacking. They leave him alone to do his work except for one old woman who’s watching over him. I step into the doorway, and see that the kid is seated in seat second from the right in a row of four seats at a table. On the table are two computers. He’s sitting at the computer on the left. I bring up my gun and say, “Aren’t you usually on the right?” (Which he usually is). The woman gets up and yells for security. Too late. Tee hee. Time to destroy whatever they learned through the kid. I broke stuff! And I got away! And I blew up my Commune to get rid of them :(

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My parents were driving around, I was in the backseat. We slowed next to this woman on the side of the road as we were about to enter some campus. She wanted to take our order, so we ordered tea. My dad started to drive off, but the woman shouted, “Don’t you want your tea?!” Dad replied, “Bring it to us when we park.” For some reason, I was embarrassed by this. He then proceeds to park in the second farthest parking spot away. The farthest was occupied by a white Chrysler, which also happened to be what we were driving. We got out of the car and see Jorenko standing at a picnic table in the playground. We run up, say hello, then Jorenko and I go off to play on the slide. Steven Tyler (his voice was Mr. Morgan’s) was the Slide Director, and he chose who got to go down and when. He would only let people go down if they could name a flavor of pop that no one else had yet. I named a bunch of Faygo flavors, so I got to go down the slide a lot. Everyone’s hair was dyed, too. Bright orange, red, yellow, green, etc.

For some reason, it moved on to a view of a message board and a bunch of different avatars. Wasn’t my board, but there were avatars of me on it.

I just dreamed that I was searching for Johnny the Homicidal Maniac in a park. There were a bunch of monsters in the park, and they all tasted like bologna. I met nny and he sounded just like Dib.

I just dreamt that Jorenko and I were walking on some rocks by river, and were going to walk on them. I took off my sandals as Jorenko walked down, and once he reached the bottom, I tossed them to him to catch them. He missed and the fish began to eat them. He caught a fish, opened it’s mouth and showed it to me. “See? Piranhas!” But they weren’t attacking him.

Next, in the dream, I woke up in my room and it was filled with about two feet of water. The same fish were in it, eating my stuff. I waited for it to drain, then began to seek a way to keep it from filling again.

The next bit seemed to be a cross of Star Trek, Star Wars, and Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within
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Harry Potter related dream

A young Schroe, along with two other students, both male, wander the dark halls of Hogwart’s. Schroe has it in her mind to scare these young’uns. The room falls into complete darkness, but the boys keep going by feeling the walls. Schroe can see perfectly. She removes her feet from the floor and begins to float to the boys. Just as she’s about the scare the ever living daylights out of them, a torch flashes, and the room lights up. Schroe sets down on the ground, and acts like nothing was wrong.

They get in trouble for being out at night, and are sent to their rooms. On their way, Schroe silently sets a spell for everyone to grow beards. While they’re working to get that removed, she sets another one – a pack of random dogs infest the school.
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Great dreams, but the details are lost on me.

One was about searching the dumpsters with Jorenko to fing pawnable items to sell :\

It reminded me of how much debt I’m in right now. I have a feeling I still owe the bank money, but I don’t know how much.

Plays. Hospitals. Perfect Dark. Dorks.

For some stupid reason, a math teacher (Schneider) asked me to be in a play. She handed me a script and I had one day to learn it before performance. I got the first half down pat, but the second half was insanely confusing. I was supposed to be announcing horse race results, and I had no clue how.

Ashley Sander was in it for some reason, and the stupid bint walked out on stage with her script, and read it from there. Everyone bitched at her for ruining the show, and we all went home.

I was rushing through a hospital to take out someone or something. I was in a red nurse’s uniform, and I jumped a gate similar to a subway gate. I quietly snuck around the place, and grabbed an IV bag from a stand. It had blood in it.

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Someone just whispered in my ear . . . a female voice . . . “And when I saw it, it was an eyeful.”

I can’t recall much, but it started with massive lawbreaking high speed driving. With my mom in the passenger seat. The roads were familiar, I’ve dreamed them before, but they’re very weirdly designed. I have no words to explain it. I ended up getting cut off and missing turns as a result. I finally got to the on-ramp I needed, and the driving slowed as a semi came rushing down at me.
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Thought Class

A combination of learning to concentrate psychic ability as well as philosophy.

I did very well in it. Most of the people in the class were from my high school, including Squee, Jorenko, and the Lane twins. Everyone would congratulate me on jobs well done, the great new ideas I come up with, etc.

And every day, I’d go home and hear my dad’s side of the family mocking my profession.

Back to school. We had three guest professors who were all very arrogant. They were there to teach us some new equation they’d created for determining someone’s specific ability range, whereas before, this was completely random and unknown, and could only be found by practice.

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A half life dream. I was verbally guiding someone through a level that didn’t exist.

The walls were red of the canyon he ran through. He came to an opening. There was a pit filled with water with a thin walkable rim around it. There were holes to jump over in the rim. In the center of the pit of water was an island with one of those claw things that was in the blast pit.

One of those gornarsh things, the big head crab type things that spawns bebbies, came galloping in.
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Super Smash!

It was more of wrestling type gimmicks and tricks mixed with corkies and stuff

Azula and Schroe and that guy from 5th element that tries to mug Korbin, an octopus, and a blow up alien doll were among the fighters.

And today we have: Law enforcement, Blues Brothers, and Travel

Part III

I could have been a police officer, special forces agent, or bounty hunter. But no matter what it was, I was on a team. I would have said Mafia as well, but I had no fear of being punished.

It came down to a final bust. We were after a large black man, short hair, 5’10”- 6′. He had a scar on his forehead, over the right eye. We saw him, finally, on a subway. We went in, undercover.

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