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

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.

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.

ettin64: THAT WAS MEAN
Schroe Dot Org: … I am a mean person. I commit crimes. And I’m psychic. They haven’t caught me. So I’m a small medium at large.
ettin64: …. WHY DID I NOT SEE THAT COMING. That was bad :P
Schroe Dot Org: ^_^

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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Dream

Part I:

At a sort of summer camp, packing up to leave. Some girl from my high school decides she’s going to go home separately from the group, so I help her go around the cabins and get her stuff. I ask her for a ride home, she says yes, but I get distracted by something else and never make it out with her.

The distraction was I was asked to speak with someone at another cabin. There was a small stream and pond that we had to cross. The bridge was broken. The man I was following patched the bridge and I walked across. We stopped to feed the gigantic fish below us. I heard a voice behind me, in the stream.

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YAY!

I’m so tired. When I close my eyes, I see dreams. I’m not even sleeping, but there they are, plain as day. They’re just variations of normal things. They’re odd, out of place, but they fit.

Half-Life, and faulty RPGs sticking in the wall.

INVADER PANTS

I have no farking clue what this one was a bout, but it involved coffee, cakes, campus (shopping) carts and Eddie and Psymon from SSX tricky, as well as Jorenko and I, and a few unknown people.

Wondering where Falco went? Wonder no more. Here’s a hint:

Snowboarding.

That’s right, kiddies! It’s yet another horrific games collision from the twisted dreams of Schroe – SSB Tricky.

…

It was fun, I swear.

I had a dream. This is the second time I’ve had this dream. I know this. But this time, it finished. I think.

Once again, my mother had taken me to some sort of hospital. I’m there to get a physical. The nurses all say I’m there for a physical. I’ve never gone to the HOSPITAL for a physical, just the doctor’s office, but it’s my mom taking me here, so I don’t question it.

The nurse has all sorts of numbers on her desk, all printed on big plastic things. There’s so many people here . . . we’re given the number 99, and told to go look for it. So we walk around this massive room. It’s like a library, it’s fully of things and stuff, books and tapes, maps and toys. The bookshelves move in some places to open up to new areas. All around us, numbers. Ever increasing numbers. We got to about 87, then mom decided we go around the other side. Was it mom, or was it me?

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Let’s assume for a brief moment that I believe the world revolves around me.

That would mean that I would be trying to get people to love me, not telling them to fuck off.

White Boe Dies

It’s not that I enjoy talking to walls . . . it’s that I enjoy convincing the wall that it’s a floor.

I had a dream that Jorenko and I were in a hotel, a four story hotel, trying to find room 433. We climbed the stairs to floor four, as the numbers usually start with whatever floor their on, and we find that floor four has two digit numbered doors, and they start with 5 (we walked up to 57 at first.) We walk a floor below, and find the entire place is wooden, and there’s toys everywhere, but no doors. There stairs were a giant jumble.

The end.

I had a dream that I was at my grandmother’s house, but it was her old kitchen, the one she had before she had it remodeled. I was cooking/cleaning there for some reason. There was a knock at the door, and, for some reason it was Ettin. (Human, so Paul, I guess.) And he was shorter than me. I gave him snacks to munch on while he waited for whatever he was waiting for. Ah, we were waiting for Jorenko to return.

Once Jorenko arrived, we played some sort of game, and Ettin kept score on a piece of paper. He scanned it to make copies on the wrong scanner. The scanner he used was reserved for the school. (I don’t know.)

Later, we went outside. My family was there, The total group outside was Ettin, Jorenko, me (whoever I was.) Schroe (Amanda Schroeder), Aunt E, Mother, Grandmother, and a few others that were in a group to the side. This is what made me realize that the view I had was not through the eyes of Amanda Schroeder.

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I had a dream I was a character in an RPG, one of the party. The story started in a small village (as they all do) Where villains within where tossed over the gates in such a manner that they became were beasts once outside.

Josh , someone I went to high school with, was in this dream as an honest farmer blamed for the murder of a mill worker. He was thrown over the gates.

A group of fur traders from the north came into the village to sell furs. They were selling them cheap, so everyone went to look the best furs. While looking in the pile, I noticed a few of the furs had man-like faces, but distorted to look like an animal.

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Last night I had a dream that Gordon Freeman, Junior Soprano, and I were escaping some sort of gated community, and we hitched a ride on some electric commuter train. They had set up wooden planks in the tunnel to knock us off if we didn’t duck. I was the only one who made it.

Dreams last night:
1. A pikmin controlling a team of Olimers
2. Burgling a rich neighborhood in a half-life map, using only crossbows.
3. Working at a Pikmin Golf Pro-Shop