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2009

alex:
i’ve been set loose in some sort of fantasy FPS match. i have my real body — or at least it feels real, anyways… not sure why i think it’s a game. perhaps because the “world” seems human-made even though it is made out of trees and stone. for example, there’s a cave; from far away it resembles a fairly ornate skull of some type. demon-ish. it had a feeling like an artist made it and that it wasn’t nature. in any case, i’m not really sure what the goal of the game is — presumably not to die. the skull is actually a negative depression into the earth, as if it had been molded downwards. its nose and mouth are dark; they were caves of some form. as numerous of the other people/whatevers in this world near me, i start to get worried that they are going to get me because i have a skull pit behind me and some trees in front of me. i can hear people moving through the brush, so i jump down into the skull and enter one of the various holes. at that, i hear the movement above me hasten — as someone runs to the edge to see if they can figure out where i went. so then, whoever is following jumps down, and he’s a kid, like 14. he has a weapon, unlike me; i don’t have anything. but he is stepping into the dark like a noob and my eyes have adjusted, so i just grab his weapon hand and toss him on the ground. he messes with some sort of torch, so i let him continue, and now the place is lit. then i proceed to rob him. he’s loaded! he has all this money and random stuff h had meticulously hidden under his clothes. i’m trying to get him to explain the currency system to me, because all of the coins are crazy-looking and none of them are the same. they’re all like hand-made or something. and i have a LAPTOP; i don’t know why. i think it’s somehow usable, but i don’t know what the benefit is. well, i’m barely done robbing him and kind of considering keeping him along because he’s such a noob, but something else drops into the pit, and whatever it is, it’s SCARY. the kid and i are human, but this thing is some form of monster. but i get the feeling it’s a player, or human-controlled. in any case, we keep quiet, and it leaves. a while later, a different monster comes, but by now it had heard us, so just holding still in the dark will not suffice. it comes on in, and the kid’s loot is all laid out across the ground. as i try to sort through the stuff he has, the kid tosses me two baton-like things. he is like, “we’re cornered; you gotta kill it.” there’s another stick-like thing, and i toss it to him. so the creature comes in and the dream gets even weirder. the creature seems to be paraplegic, but it’s some sort of lizard/dragon-person with red skin and hair like numerous repitilian tails, with cheesy ass metal bands around the tails (some form of decoration). it’s got some form of jerkin on, but then the lower body is like… a hobo cart. and the dragon thingy has a laptop and a stick. so we beat it up or whatever, and rob it. we set off as partners with our new lootz to pwn some others and i wake up.

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vivian:
some girl is trying to get revenge on my brother. not sure why. we spend the entire dream kind of trying to escape her. or maybe it’s not revenge; maybe she is trying to stop him in his tracks so he won’t do something. don’t remember. all i remember is the last part of the dream although the dream itself was massively long. we were trying to escape her and were in a pool (?), and i guess everything she did was futile (by the way, i think “she” was freaking jennifer aniston), and we’d basically come to the conclusion that she wouldn’t actually be able to stop him. but finally, she says she has a secret weapon, and her secret weapon is this giant green laser. the pool we’re at is like, surrounded by people, and when she pulls it out, everyone kind of gasps. green lasers are kind of weird in real life because some of them have been designed to be so strong that they can make people go blind or they can shoot into the sky for what seems like infinitey. anyway. this particular green laser was bigger than those laser pointers and yet another degree removed, because it could cut people in half, apparently. so. she pulls this green laser weapon out, and we’re like, “oh shit!” and dive towards the bottom of the swimming pool and try to stay there because the lasers are refracted by the water. as i was down there, it seemed like someone — i think my mom, although she was like a white lady, i think — had her voice in my head. it was like she was talking to me psychically, but the things she was saying sounded like thoughts coming straight from her head as opposed to things she was saying to me personally. weird. anyway, the voice was like, hoping i would stay down there because who knows where jennifer aniston would shine the laser and she didn’t want me to be hit by it and cut in half!

anyway, the dream ends there kind of, but then part two shows up. part two is like… the beginning of a new movie, whereas the end of the laser thing (although it doesn’t reach a real conclusion it seems) is the end of the first movie. in the new movie, i’m watching third-person ish, like i’m watching a movie. andy chen and someone else are in a kitchen, and they’re washing dishes. my feet touch the floor of the kitchen and it’s like mud; i’m not really there, i don’t think, because they don’t notice me. they’re talking and saying, “every time we move into a new place, it’s so dirty.” the end.

inspiration: walked by a club with green lasers (like you’d see at a rave) shooting out of its doorway, and i thought it was scary case those things are scary (some green lasers made people go blind at a rave in russia, ha).

vivian:
new roomies shawn and andrew and i are in a band together. that band is headlining a house show this evening. apparently, i’m the guitarist, which is majorly like WTF because i don’t know how to play the guitar. i’m like, “are you sure this isn’t a mistake? i can’t play!” and they’re like, “yeah, you can! we’ve played a show together before!” but in my dream memory what i’d played before was bass, not guitar. so i’m trying to think back, but no guitar memory comes to mind. and i don’t even know the songs! we haven’t practiced once, so i’m calling for some practice time cause though i can’t play the guitar, i should at least know the songs so i can try. i say that i know the individual guitar strings’ sounds, but not any chords. unfortunately, the sounds i know each string to be in the dream aren’t real sounds but like, manufactured “guitar hero”-type sounds or something that don’t really translate to real life. so we go home, which is wooden-ish and kind of rickity. but no real dice in practicing cause they keep getting easily distracted. it’s all making me mega antsy and nervous, and finally, it’s 8:30pm, and we were supposed to play at 9:00pm or something. so, i’m thinking WTF, but then someone invites us to dinner, and despite having a show and being in a time crunch, we go to dinner at some restaurant, and the dream ends here (i wake up due to the alarm clock).

alex:
there are some zombies and a flood. and i have an adopted sister, and two kid zombies are chasing her, and she wades/swims through some water to get to me. but she looks kinda like a zombie; she’s messed up, and one of her eyes is blood red. maybe she had fallen or something. i hit one of the zombies with a few rocks — full throws, towards their heads. the other zombie falls into the water, which is scary, cause it was rushing towards her, and i can’t see it anymore after it falls into the water. and i don’t know if it is going to come to surface or if it even needed to. i find a broken brick (?), and i am ready to throw it at the first thing that comes out of the water. the zombie clumsily comes out of the water really close, maybe four feet away, and i sink the brick into the front of its skull.

anonymous:
girl one is rushing down the street with a shirt on and no pants. she’s buck ass naked; i don’t know why. i’m walking out from the gym… in some city… in basketball clothes, and i have my normal clothes on me. when i see girl one, i’m like, “wtfff, have my jeans,” so she puts on my jeans there in the middle of the street, and the few people who have their attention on her walk off. the jeans are way too big for her, and she kind of looks like a tlc member from their earlier vids (aka hot). and for some reason, it is as if i hadn’t seen her in a long time… or if we don’t even live in the same place anymore. so we are catching up, right there on the street, and it’s a big city like boston or new york or something. it’s a hot day, and we just sit on the steps where we’d met — some big steps in front of a government-looking building. there’s some degree of affection, and we go somewhere. that’s all i really remember about that part of the dream.

at some other point in the dream — i don’t know when — girl two has been flirting with me, but boy one comes and sits on my lap (??).

vivian:
i don’t remember much except a spider about the size of a half dollar is on my right hand. it bites me once there, and i try to shake it off, but to no avail. it climbs onto my left hand and goes up my sleeve and bites me twice more.

interpretation:
to see a spider in your dream indicates that you are feeling like an outsider in some situation. or that you may want to keep your distance and stay away from an alluring and tempting situation. the spider is also symbolic of feminine power. to dream that you are bitten by a spider, represents a conflict with your mother or some dominant female figure in your life. the dream may be a metaphor for a devouring mother or the feminine power to possess and entrap. perhaps you are feeling trapped by some relationship.

assessment of interpretation:
i’m currently in a foreign country, so maybe there’s some truth to it (although i don’t feel particularly out of place). i don’t have the best relationship with my mother, either, but it’s not something that was stressing me out yesterday, although it is stressing me out in general, i guess.

jeanette:
i’m “let go” from my job, aka fired. i’m devastated, and after pleading with my boss, he says, “no, please leave.” it’s really scary because i often wonder if “cutting it” with my new gig, and in the dream, i’m not. following the firing and devastation, i’m out late at night with some people, and i am teaching them how to vigorously shake parking meters to get the quarters. i fill my pockets with so many quarters! it’s crazy.

inspiration: i have been working crazy hours and although not SUPER stressed out about work, it has definitely been the “it” thing in my life since the team transition.