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Dream Journal, 7/18/2008

Fri Jul 18, 2008, 9:15 AM
Holy crap it's been a long time, but I finally had and remembered a dream well enough to want to write about it.

It started out with my family and I moving stuff into this small, one room house. It was pretty cluttered. There were at least 3 beds which took up most of the room. After that, I somehow got to the second floor (which suddenly existed) of the house and took a break to eat a butterfinger. As I ate the butterfinger I noticed crumbs falling onto the floor. I wanted to clean up the crumbs, but it was hard to just pick them up because the floor was very strange... It was like a huge cloudlike quilt of dryer sheets. So I pulled up a menu out of nowhere to select that I wanted to just make them fall through the floor like the floor wasn't there, but the problem was selecting what I wanted to have fall through. To make sure nobody below was hurt, I selected all the large items int he room ( everything BUT the crumbs ) and inverted the selection. The crumbs fell through the floor and I woke up.

Not much later I fell asleep again to have another dream that I remembered. This one started with myself and two other travelers arriving at a large city in the desert. There was a steampunk theme to everything, but the city was in poor condition (imagine Risembool (sp?) from the first episode of FMA, but if they didn't have the prophet.) My companions were a middle aged man and a girl in her twenties. We were all wrapped in clothing appropriate for the theme. The oldest person in the group was leading us to a junkyard. He was planning on something. On our way there, we were in awe of the city, and ending up singing about it like in a musical. Most notably the line "In the city!" was repeated VERY often. As we progressed through the city however, we noticed what a dump it was, and the singing gradually died down as things got worse. Finally we made it to the junkyard and our oldest groupmember showed us to a 'small' flying machine. It was probably the size of a house, and was full of levers and valves. It was also a piece of junk. My companions and I began work on it and got it in the air in a matter of minutes. Awesome... Once in the air, we started having problems. We were losing altitude rapidly, so the girl and I frantically searched for a solution as the older man stayed at the wheel. We pulled various levers, opened valves, closed valves, ripped out floor panels to reach different smaller switches. As we approached the ground, I pulled as hard as I could on one lever and the ship missed the ground by a few meters at the most, and shot back up into the air. This time, we saw huge floating platforms with basically a whole new city on top. It was beautiful. Once again we began singing "In the city!" and approached the largest floating platform. Then I woke up. :(

  • Mood: Happy
  • Eating: Eggs and Sausage
  • Drinking: Orange Juice

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