Long cool Dream Cycle

Scene 1: I'm watching a bizzarre, many narrator play. Jonah is in it, along with Marten and his twin brother Simon Dollinger. At some point, Marten and Simon fall through a crack in the balcony and end up on the main stage, where they take out lightsabers and start fighting. After the play we decide to watch this bizarre new movie that apparently has Katherine Van Wyk from footlite in it. As we're watching the movie, of course, the dream forgets its a movie and we end up inside it. A bllonde woman is telling a group of strangely dressed people and muppets (it looks very eighties) about her search for this "Hero" but the only picture of him she has has only his eyes. The leader of the odd group explains to her that for some reason I can't remember they have three hours to do something. Then the group is attacked by people who look kind of like policemen. SUddenly a blue duffel bag is thrown on the ground and everyone starts rifling through it, taking out random objects to use as weapons. At some point a piece of paper flies up. I catch it, and start reading it. It says "the rules' and contains a very complicated set of rules. As I'm trying to read them, Amy grabs me and pulls me onto the raised platform. She has a handful of darts. She hands them to me and tells me to throw them at the attackers. Amy keeps missing them but hitting bulletin boards. I just keep missing them. Finally to of the make it up to us. One of them, a young blonde guy with curly hair, tells us we're breaking the rules and we're under arrest. Suddenly Amy has become Katrina, and she start arguing with the policemen, while I for some reson wish I'd grabbed one of the plush animals in the bag.
Then I wake up (but not for real.) But the rules are still in my hand. And next to my bed is the blue duffel. So I run downstairs and start telling everyone I have proof now. A lot of people live in my house (which I think was actually the house from Arrested Development.) The regular family, including Levi, Aunt Judith,Mrs. Coryell and Marten and Simon Dollinger. No one believes me but Aunt Judith. Then I decide she must be causing it. I tell that two days in a row she's slept here and I've materialized objects from my dreams. And last time she was here I communicated with the dead. Then, as if to prove a point, a couch flies across a room.
I go to school, where still no one believes me except two men in a blue suits, identical except one has a mohawk. I decide they're Satan, and refuse to talk to them. I run home and I can see tornadoes forming. I seek refuge in the basement. Levi is there. I wake up (for real this time.)

I dreamt Yoda moved into my basement. He lent me a book that would tell the future. Then Ashley moved in too, so Yoda started training her as a Jedi.

That was two nights ago. Last night I had a very vague dream concerning a cyborg girl.

I'm reviving this king yet again, and this time I hope to keep it going. I've had one of the strangest, longest dream cycles I can remember having for a long time. I'm gonna use first names and last initials. At the beginning of the dream I was at the footlite cokeroom and an older guy was hitting on me. This was only slightly less creepy when I realized I was a girl. So I ran to find some girlfriend to confide in, and I came upon Emily G. So I was telling her all this when suddenly I woke up, only not really because I woke up into another dream. When I awoke Emily was still my girlfriend, only now I was a guy, cause I was lying in a bed next to her. she was wearing clothes though, like workout clothes, I think. Anyway, the bed we were in was it's own room. I told her about the dream, then she opened a door and slid out of bed and we were in the cokeroom again, only Levi was there, and it was really late at night. Levi said the sneak preview of the new Harry Potter film was gonna be on, so we watched it. The film turned out to be based on the 7th book, rather than the 4th, despite the fact that the 7th book had yet to be written. The sneak preview was a scene between Snape and Proffessor Quirrell, and then they started singing, as if it were a musical. Eventually they hatched a nefarious plan whereby they would get a girl to seduce Harry Potter and bring him to VOldemort. Suddenly reality shifted again and I knew that instead of Harry Potter, the girl was gonna seduce Marten, and suddenly I was up in someones bedroom with Marten, Jonah, and this girl from Kit Fisto's species, and I knew she was the traitor. Then she and Marten went off somewhere, and Kaylee came to me in tears and I had to comfort her. The next thing I remember I was in a very bizzarre race, in vehicles which resembled incredibly thin, open-topped Semi's. Each had a driver and a comander who rode on top of the trailer and shouted orders. Daniel day was my driver. We were losing, so we pulled off a manuever where we left the track and came back, jumping a drawbridge in the process, but Sean Davenport's team beat us anyway. Then I went to a bizarre treehouse full of athletic equipment to talk things over with Brittany Webb (well hitting a punching bag). We talked over basically the whole rest of the dream with her, and then I woke up.

Ok, another bizarre dream. I dreamt I woke up because I had to go to the bathroom. I left my room and there was a rock band playing in the loft; My mom was on the electric guitar. I watched for a little while then proceeded to the bathroom. Only, instead of our bathroom, it was one of those enormous public bathrooms, and it was full of people from school ( of both sexes). Well, I couldn't use the urinals cause there were so many people around, and all the stalls were occupied. So I said, screw this, I'm using the urinal. So, I go up to one, and people start gathering around to watch. I really have to go, so I unzip my fly and pull out my male organ anyway. And then everyone starts discussing it. Which then turns into what I can only describe as a discussion of my peeing technique. The thing is, it wasn't critical. Most of them seemed quite impressed.

I've had to revive the dream log to tell about an exceptionally weird dream I had last night, but remembered slowly over the course of today. It was far more complex than any dream I remember having; it took place of the course of several weeks and had subplots. The plot revolved around a guy (I had his perspective, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't me) who was slowly developing magical powers. He used them unintentionally, and was often berated for it. All the people in the dream were people I knew, but I don't think I was me. As well as being complex, the dream was also very vivid - the few parts I remember I remember as if they had really happened. This made for an akward situation today with a friend of mine who I - or whoever it was in the dream - had kissed rather passionately. When I saw her I remembered it, and it felt remarkably real - disturbingly so, even, especially considering I've never felt romantically attracted to this person.

So wow. All that trouble with Ashley and Amy, and I go to bed and dream about Laura. I haven't thought about her like that in a year. Anyway, Ryan Christen-Oliphant, Chad Flowers and I were infiltrating a shoe-store run by Christian fundamentalist's. We were supposed to meet our contact there. We said something bad about Bush, and they crazy hick women all drew knives. Luckily we ran into our contact, Laura. She kissed me pretty majorly, but I told her Brandon was around and he'd kill me. She seemed put off by this, but she ushered us into the secret door. On the other side was a 50's diner, and all our hair and clothing had changed to match. That's when I realized Brandon wasn't around and I probably could have kept kising her, but it was too late. So we were sitting at this counter, talking about the mission, along with several other people including Purple Trans. I don't know what else happened.

Chalk full of symbolism, this one, and not good stuff. We were having a party for Robert Frost's death. Then someone realized it was my birthday, so they turned it into a birthday party, and wrote Nathan on the cake. Then I was sad, cause my birthday cake was all black, so they thought holding a baby would cheer me up. But I held the baby upside down and it died.

The baby almost definately represents Amy. I tried to use her to make me feel better and now she's getting hurt. I just half to figure out what the rest means.