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vivian:
i’m in / witnessing a series of weird survival game shows.

the first one doesn’t feel like a game show at all. i barely remember it but there was this crazy girl, very pale, with long black hair. i open the door and she’s standing there… hair isn’t draped over her face but it is framing her face. she threatens me. i feel scared.

at some point i call josh wu and talk about him to someone. not sure why exactly.

later i find myself trapped in a… hmmm… seven foot by seven foot cube. black walls, painted. but it’s like a toilet stall… there’s even a toilet, although it seems to only be a wooden toilet seat, and the base is nowhere to be found. the seat is propped on its side, against one of the walls. the bottom of the stall / cube is open, so i can see into the next stall / cube. someone comes in and uses the toilet next to me. it’s her boyfriend. i guess he’s pooping or something, cause he sat down on the toilet seat. i can’t see that, but i can see his feet.

while he’s in the next stall, i have SOMETHING — maybe a key??? — that i don’t want them discovering. i also have a metal belt with a lot of tassle-like things on it. it’s jingling around all over the place because for some reason i’m trying to hide the metal belt from them, under a piece of dark fabric. whereas before the metal belt made no sound, now it is jingling around all over the place. i’m not sure why i decided to do that. someone opens the door…

moving on… i’m in another game. it’s a survival game of sorts. it starts off like a ‘race’ kinda, where i get a head-start and then the enemies move in. so, i start, and i run towards a white picket fence that has enough space on its bottom for a person to crawl through. as i get to the fence, i hear voices saying that the game just started so i must be still by the fence. tanks drive by. i’m trying to hide under the fence while that’s happening — not sure that that’s particularly effective, really. i think i stop because it is ineffective. 😀

a bunch of people are running down this very green grassy hill… i guess they are threatening in some way. suddenly i have a mechanical pencil in my hand, which i use as a weapon, similar to how one would use a nail gun or staple gun. i click and mechanical pencil leads shoot out at the enemy. it’s really quite effective.

i’m not really aiming and am just running down the length of the fence, shooting leads at people. a little boy gets hit a couple times and complains to his mom (who is on my side of the fence) that if one of my leads hits him at a certain trajectory, i’ll kill him. mom lets me go as a result, because she doesn’t want me to keep hurting her kid. i run away.

there are two splinters in my hand, but they’re not like lead — they’re like fish bones… clear and whiteish. patrick fugit — at least, a better-looking patrick fugit (or maybe patrick fugit mixed with paul dano… but still, better-looking) — comes up to me as i’m running away and asks me for advice, related to shooting leads, i THINK. lenny asks who he is and what he’s doing.

now my view changes and i’m watching some guy play a game show. he starts off on the second story ledge of a building, and a big grey robot comes out of this giant door below him. while i’m watching this guy, i see a flashback of previous contestants, and now the dream is no longer photo-real… it looks animated or painted. one of the contestants is shimmying on the ledge to my right (his left), so that he can get to a bucket of water, which i presume he will then pour on the giant robot from above. another contestant (from flashback memory) does something else tricky… forget. then it goes back to the guy i’m watching in real life, and he is confused and without an idea of what to do. all of these contestants are dressed up like mini robots, by the way, or stereotypical ‘knights’ that kids dress up as when they’re pretending to be knights in the comics or something… they have like a tin pail or something on their heads. hahahaha.

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pwny:
i’m in a game of CS, but for some reason i’m playing on the “complex” level of goldeneye (i was a goldeneye prodigy, complex being my best level). i’m awping the shit out of people when i see through my scope the deranged face of gary bussey. i shoot bussey, but he is UNPHASED. all of a sudden, i realize that i have no power against him and he is hunting me, but he’s like a killer in a movie, he doesn’t run fast, but he’s around every damn corner. i spend the rest of the dream unloading every bullet i have on the son of a bitch… then i give in to the fact that he’s going to kill me, and go try to knife him. i spend the rest of the dream unloading every bullet i have on the son of a bitch… then i give in to the fact that he’s going to kill me, and go try to knife him. he fucking SLOWLY stabs me…(think saving private ryan) and i die.

(i later contemplated the irony of me having this fucked up dream when bussey is the one that does all the drugs.)

vivian:
cult takeover. i’m in a house. i want to get out. i am upstairs in one room but then i go across the hall to another room, where i hold hands with an under-aged kid. that’s wrong? but i do it anyway. they (him and others) are watching tv in that room and it is dark. i say i have to be at school, not at this house. but he opens the door, sees his parents are in the hall near the other door talking to some people, and closes the door. i think about leaving through the window in the room that leads to the roof. but i don’t want to do it without my shoes. he plans on leaving through the roof to go downstairs and get me my black leather / plaid etnies. but now suddenly the door he previously opened has a half-circle window in it, and we can see out of it and see if his parents are still there. i guess i’m not supposed to be with him. his parents’re going inside the room across the hall and the other family is walking down the stairs, to the left. a kid lingers outside the other room and i don’t want him to see me, but get impatient and leave anyway. i walk downstairs. on the way, danny noriega heads towards the room i was just in.

downstairs, jeanette’s mom and sherry are there. i open a fridge for food. i think sherry gives me bags of something. the inside of the bags (think thick ziploc-closure type bags, but a lot stronger plastic) has something i enjoy eating. i proceed to eat it. but then i realize that one side of the ouside of the bag is covered with fried baby chicks, aggh. beaks and everything. they’re smattered on that one side so dense that you can’t see the plastic in between them. they are defeathered, of course. a perfect, bumpy interlocking puzzle pile of fried baby chicks. and actually, i have two plastic bags with the chicks on the outside, and now that i realize this, i notice that everything in the kitchen, countertop, and in the fridge are COVERED with these dead fried baby chicks. sick. jeanette’s mom did this, i guess. now i really want to leave. there’s some vague attempt to escape from jeanette’s mom or hide from her (involving me running around, but i don’t remember details). i finally make it outside.

but wait, people are weird outside. like zombies, only i attribute them to being regular people who are just cultish and scary. they walk around like zombies but do not eat peopole. i hop into a car at some point with 4 other people i “know”. some dad driving the car. not mine. well, i guess the car is nearly out of gas? so we want to conserve it. for a while, we rely on the weight of five passengers and just allow the car to roll without pressing on the gas to see how long we might last. we do fairly well. no one seems to bother us in the car and move out of our ways at the last minute. we slowly go through the smaller streets, trying to avoid people. at one point, a big ball of junk rolls by, like a katamari, but we just miss it. but finally, we turn down a narrow street and a big truck is blocking us in with its giant fender that’s sticking out really far.

fast-forward and i’m going to cross the ocean with some people from the house. the ocean has giant greek-like columns sticking out from it, and a narrow banister on which laders, one after another, are resting. there are breaks between the banister. the goal is to cross using just the ladders. everyone goes a bit and we seem to be doing fine but then the people in the front mess up and lose the ladders in the ocean somehow. we didn’t have enough to make it across. so, someone has the idea to use the ladders as crutches and walk to the end. somehow the water is not deep (it’s far below us at the bottom of the very long ladders), but we dare not walk in it for some reason. the banister turns into a table and all these shorter ladders appear so that everyone can find two of matching length with which we can cross the ocean. using the ladders as crutches is surprisingly easy, and we get to the other side. the cult is there. something about an elaborate plan devised by the driver of my car in which everyone has a small part to play. there’s a ceremony. we pretend to be cult members. me and this other guy get to the altar, where this stone book/tablet shaped like a giant p (but with a shorter tail) is, and we start to drum on it. we are playing different beats, like stomp. i assume other people are doing their parts also. not sure how this is supposed to stop the cult, but it does.

before i know it, our group is in a bookstore, having declared victory over the cult. but wait — someone says that there is a sequel, as if that whole cult thing were based on a book. oh no! a sequel! we think. that means the problem’s not eradicated, and interesting, the sequel is written by a different author, meaning what we have learned and expected won’t necessarily be useful next time since everyone has different writing styles and ideas!!