Taking advice of Cardigan, writing down dreams to ensure their remembrance. Falling asleep multiple times yields multiple dreams, obviously. As I waited to start this I've already missed out on details.
Dream 1: Location bares resemblance to high school with the VP. For whatever reason I'm with one of my dear friends I haven't seen since middle school (AR) and it seems that he's found a way into a secret library used by the staff? Yea doesn't make sense. We get caught and mildly chastised . Upon leaving we meet up with four people I don't seem to recognize; two are brothers and the other two are girls, split into dating pairs. Time skips, I find myself at their place and they are naked from post-sex(?). I find myself sleeping in the bed with the the elder brother and girlfriend, whom I may add is gross. Starts touching me, I reject, elder brother wakes up and starts talking to me while on a treadmill. A large T.V. either appears, or I hadn't realized it was there before, turned to an exercise music video starring David Hasslehoff. I briefly watch the video trying to mimic the exercises and either dream or my memory of it ends.
Dream 2: I find myself parking an old beat up car belonging to my mother at my old house. After parking, I assist in taking in random groceries inside. Of the items I take in, I can only really remember two bags containing two sets of two dozen eggs, and a bad with other breakfast items including a loaf of bread made from hash browns(?). When we get inside my aunt is there discussing something with my mother. I find myself going outside to meet one of my younger cousins and her surprisingly young looking friend. They are driving a really shitty-looking beat up yellow and black car. Thinking back, I was not parking my mother's car earlier, only taking in groceries. I went to repark it and this is when my cousin and her friend pull up. They come in and talk about her sister who apparently has fled the country because she was caught selling drugs. Memory skip, my cousin pulls into the driveway and we are off to go somewhere. we talk casually of being convicted of some felony and how it'll be hard to find a job.
Dream 3: I wanted to remember this one the most but as I think back there are a lot of holes. To outline, I have a group of friends and after some idling events there is a party in which a girl and a friend I seem to know have arrived. Girl and her father are dying from something rapidly, and they are essentially spending there last moments with us. Though she is going out with the friend she arrived with, I seem to have a strong liking to her and he has seem to have abandoned her.
Dream begins in a room, relatively unkempt with lots of random manga on the floor. If I had to say it would be the room of a friend (YA) of mine, but it is way too dissimilar with furniture that doesn't belong. Other friends are around reading the manga that are thrown across the floor as I relax on the bed trying to nap maybe? I notice my friend (AMC) is reading something entitled "Ghostbusters" cover art brings images of Yu Yu Hakushou to mind, and I ask him why he is reading that. I assume I do not approve or think there is better material lying around. Idle conversation I can't remember fills the void of time until night falls and there are people outside who have just arrived.
The group that is outside belongs to unknown friend/girl. In retrospect I think the girl resembles Amanda Bynes, but I could be crazy because that is pretty random. Eh, maybe not as random as the music video from dream 1. They explain they are searching for or tracking a disease. I find illustrations that were supposed to be hidden from me with people who have it? It might be people they are searching for, one of which is the father of the girl who I learn has the disease as well. The illustrations remind me of a "zombieism" disease (lol) and people are drawn with odd expressions and peeling skin. Friend gets angry at something and I take my cue to walk away. I join the girl lying in the grass looking at a building. We converse in a way that makes it seem like we are close friends or have known each other for a long time, it feels comfortable and natural talking to her. Eventually we embrace and the party starts.
This scene is really missing in my mind. Previous room has been converted into a larger one, furniture is gone. Something is happening in the middle of the room for the party, it might be dancing or something else. Girl finds her way back to me, and we continue talking. I remember feeling regretful pains that she is dying, but she seems to be settled with it. She pulls me slightly outside and we dance (I think?). Mood is awkwardly lightened, as if she wants to enjoy her final moments and the party becomes more lively. Another man appears from back room during the party's heightened excitement to join in festivities. I seem to recognize this man as her father (and seem to remember him looking similar to Christopher Walken) who joins in dancing. I'm kneeling in the grass while she is lying in my arms talking about something. My memory fades here, either with her death or the end of my dream.
Uncertain details: There are some details I remember, but do not remember where they belong. They could of been parts of the other dreams and I had forgotten the order/randomness, or separate dreams entirely since I do not remember how many times I re entered sleep last night.
I remember an office building with a Blade-like character. Basically I'm outside but my perspective is him switching between third and first person. Nothing really interesting here, it feels pulled from one of the movies which I have not seen in years probably. Zombies/Vampires/Other things are chasing him up a building that eventually tumbles. One out of place detail that I remember is him catching bullets in his mouth and then spitting them out plus a tooth after a short delay.
I also remember watching a third person animated Mario short of some kind. Mario and Luigi are fighting over something, Luigi is pissed while Mario is trying to reconcile. They are on a hilltop with outrageous winds. I think Luigi is blown off as Mario tries to save him, or something similar to that.
In conclusion of this first post, trying to scribe my dreams is surprisingly more difficult than I thought it was going to be. I may have chosen a bad day to start on as I fell asleep three or more times, but it is really hard to match details appropriately. I find myself remembering more than I thought I would, but still leaving holes in the order of events which angers me to an extent. Probably most frustrating, is that I try to make sense or this recollection, which could inadvertently cause false memories or events. Hopefully as this continues, assuming I do not get bored or lazy, I'll get better at remembering the order of events. I'm probably finding this more fun than I should be, especially after saying I would never be retarded and make a blog. Yes, I'm talking to all you bloggers, I hate you all. This happens to be a really convenient way to record ideas, fml. I'll probably write some shitty blog intro and format this because of my self-diagnosed OCD anyways.
