Dreams as I Remember

Mountain Escape

2009-02-23T11:02:00.004-07:00

I am with my family walking through fields of snow. We are attempting to get from one country to another to ultimately get home. We are on bikes, and at one point we are going down hill at high speeds and we come across a field where they have hundreds of latex balloons inflated, and are walking around with pitch forks popping them. Yet others are walking around with shovels and are attempting to dig up people who are stuck underneath the latex sheets, mostly kids.

I am biking down this hill at high speed, using my feet and my bike to pop these balloons, at some point I get to an intersection where I get off my bike and start going along a fence and into a trench. There are Axis network camera's everywhere, I start disabling them as I keep moving forward. Eventually I find a hole and climb underneath the fence.

We get to some sort of shack and my dad has a car parked outside, at which point my little brother throws a hissy fit while in the shack, something to do with an item he lost or that he used to have. I grab him and drag him out of the shack and plant explosives. Figuring the police are going to pick up the transmission of the transmitter I put a directional antenna on it, crank the power and get in the car. As we are driving away I point it at one of the many mountains in the area, it takes a few seconds, but the signal is sent around the valley and the explosives I have planted go off. I then throw the remote detonator out of the window and onto the floor, at which point the gasoline that is contained within a small bag in the device bursts, and a spark is generated causing the device to go up in flames.

To the love of my dreams

2008-12-07T11:35:00.000-07:00

I want to hold you
in my arms
I want to feel you
against my body
I want to make you
feel special
I want to whisper
in your ear
I want to be there
just for you
I want to see
your smile

Shower

2008-06-24T06:13:00.003-07:00

I am standing in the shower with a hot brunette, she is slowly rubbing shower gel all over my body giving me a sensual massage. Suddenly she turns around, I do the same for her. I start with her shoulders, slowly moving down till I reach the small of her back, I move back up and from behind her I press my erection against her round bottom. I play with her nipples as I wash the front of her body by touch, slowly moving down until I feel her pubic hair. As I crouch down to massage her legs I see that I slowly but surely get her all worked up, she is dripping wet in between her legs.

I stand up. She turns around and leans back, I penetrate her, we orgasm at the same time, we both needed this.

Cravings ...

2008-06-23T21:28:00.002-07:00

I slowly reach for the cigarette that has been offered to me, at the same time in quick motion I pull the lighter from Sara's pocket, she notices and gives me a look of disapproval, but before she can even say something I have lit my cigarette and put the lighter back into her pocket. I can't help it that she happens to have pockets in her shirt that happen to be where her big breasts are.

As I slowly drag on the cigarette the world slowly starts to become more clear, I am starting to calm down. It is over, I don't have to fight anymore. I drag long and hard to get more smoke into my lungs, the good feeling. As I exhale Sara complains about the fact that I am always touching her inappropriately.

"I can't help it ... you are beautiful, besides, you also complain when I don't do it"
"Caught me", she replies in a cheerful voice

Sara is a short person, she has long brown hair that reaches the small of her back and she has big breasts that don't match the rest of her body frame. She has these cute glasses with the thick rims, and beautiful light brown eyes. She is always teasing me, I don't think I will ever have a chance with her, but I get to flirt and tease back, so it is all fun and games. She is a bi-sexual and currently has a girlfriend, which is rather unfortunate, as I would not mind dating her. She is smart and sexy. She has brains that make mine look like nothing, that makes her all the more attractive.

I walk back inside, the building from the outside looks like it has been abandoned for the elements to take it back over, but on the inside is a state of the art research lab. This is where all the testing takes place. Drugs, both legal and what is considered illegal on the street. People here are off the street, picked up and placed in the system. They get a bed, food and in return the company I work for gets to play with their bodies in the name of science. I am not entirely sure if it should be called science, but at least my job is simple. If anyone of them gets out of control, using any means necessary subdue them and get a sedative into their body.

We can't have them getting out of the building all hopped up on some new drug. I have been training for Kung Fu for a while, so taking the suckers down is not hard, but some of them are strong, the drugs don't help with that fact. These suckers even when pinned down will sometimes be able to push me off, and I am no small guy standing 6'3" and weighing in at 250 lbs. I am one of the tallest people in the building, save for the founder of the company, Greg stands at a whopping seven feet. I met him before, outside on my smoke break.

Late at night that same day, while I am pumping gas, I recognise an old friend. I have a cigarette in my mouth and slowly drag on it. David is his name. He walks over, kicks the cigarette out of my mouth and kicks me in my chest.

"Stop smoking, it is bad for you."
As I wheeze and cough I manage to say, "Yeah, but it is my choice"
"You never did once try to contact me again after you left school", Ryan said with an angry look on his face
"I fell in with the wrong crowd ... It is good to see you too", all at the same time I manage to take him out with a floor wipe, as I jump back up.
"I see you have not forgotten your Kung Fu training!", he says as he scrambles back to his feet

There is a long silence between us

"Help me? Help get me out of what I have become, and where I have gone," are the words out of my mouth
"I'm sorry, but you will have to do that yourself, all I can offer is guidance. First off, stop smoking, second, clean yourself up and quit that shithole of a job. It is doing you no good."
"The job is the only way I can keep myself alive"
"Here is some money, buy a plane ticket to Los Angeles, then come find me. Here is my business card"
"Thanks"
"Don't thank me yet. See you in LA"
"Yes", is all I replied

I finish pumping gas, I grab my phone and send one quick email off to my boss letting him know I am quitting, and I toss the phone into the garbage. I get in my car and drive to the airport, parking it in the tow-away zone. I don't care, I am on my way to LA, a new life, and new possibilities.

Hospital testing

2008-05-08T07:19:00.002-07:00

Tonight all I remember dreaming about was being in a hospital, lying on a bed with many many IVs stuck in my veins. It hurt. A doctor kept coming over to check on my eyes, shining a very bright light in my eye.

I woke up hours later (in my dream) and the IVs were gone, but I could not see out of my left eye. I get up out of bed and notice that the hospital almost empty. I push open the door, and notice that there is a nurse at the end of the hall sitting at a computer. I walk back into my room and look into the mirror. My teeth are entirely stained black, and my gums look like they are rotting. This can't be happening. I can't feel anything on my face, it looks like it has been punched in by a mechanical robot, there are no facial features anymore. There is a liquid sitting in a bottle named mouthwash, I put the bottle up to my mouth and swish it around. I look at my teeth again, it seems to be getting rid of the black pretty damn well.

I see the reflection of a doctor behind me in the mirror, and the last thing I remember is trying to turn around ...

You make me feel so confused

2008-04-03T03:10:00.003-07:00

You make me feel confused, each time you hug me, each time you lean on me. I savour the times you touch me, the times you stand close, when you brush up against me. It feels like a fire is going through my body, and your touch is electrifying.

You make me feel confused inside.

Why me?

What about the hundreds of other guys?

I am a simple young man. I have nothing to offer you. Money, nor fame. Yet you are interested in me, you want to be close to me, enjoy being around me.

You make me feel good about myself, you make the day brighter. I just wish I knew what was going on in my mind, I wish I could sort things out. I wish someone would guide me, and help me.

Is this what love feels like?

Jenni, what are you doing here?

2008-03-23T11:10:00.006-07:00

"Jenni? Is that you Jenni? What's wrong? Come in, here come on in."

As she walked in I was amazed at how little she had changed since high school. She still looked amazing, but I saw that something was wrong in her eyes.

Jenni was about about a foot shorter than I was, 5'2" and had long hair that reached half way on her back. It was always dyed red and always curled. Her face is white, and she does not tan at all. Her eyes were a shade of blue and always looked at the world with curiosity. She was in shape and loved to go out for walks. She had a cute butt that wiggled as she walked, and a set of boobs that matched her body. Not too big, but not too small either.

Jenni had been a high school crush, she was way out of league and I knew it, but here she was. Standing on my door step, starting to cry.

"Come in, here let me grab that bag", as I step out of the door and help her lift her bag off the ground, I usher her inside.
"The couch may be old, but it should be comfortable. I'll make you something to drink. What do you want?"
"Just some water," she said as she wiped some tears from her face. I left the room, walked into the kitchen grabbed a cup and filled it with water, I also added some ice.
"So what are you doing here?" I asked, but it was more of a need to know thing. While she may have been the girl if my dreams, and while we may have been good friends we had not been that close.
"You ... you said you would protect ... me," and more tears ensued. I had told her I would be there for her at anytime she needed someone to take care of her, and protect her. The spring break after prom had gotten a little crazy and I had made sure she did not make a few really stupid mistakes by getting absolutely drunk and then go driving or have sex with a few of the guys in the house opposite of ours.
"That was a long time ago! What has happened? What made you travel all the way here?" I was sitting next to her and I put an arm around her. She put her head down on my shoulder. I slowly calmed her down. I could see that she was dead tired, so I went upstairs to my room, cleaned off my bed from all the electronics on it, and put some clean sheets on it. When I got back downstairs she had fallen asleep on the couch.

I slowly woke her up, and picked her up. She hugged my neck as I slowly carried her up the stairs. I put her down on my bed, almost the instant she hit the pillow she was out. I covered her with a blanket, grabbed a laptop and headed downstairs. Why did she come all the way from New Jersey to Arizona? What had happened? Was she in some sort of trouble? I had many questions going through my head and I knew brooding on them was not going to get them answered quicker. I would have to wait till she was ready to tell me what was going on. My room mates were going to be back from school anytime soon now, so I had to let them know to be quiet so that Jenni could get some rest.

Luckily I had thought to grab my laptop, so I quickly looked up her moms phone number and dialed it with Skype. As soon as she answered I told her that Jenni was alright and that she had nothing to worry about. She started demanding to know where Jenni was, and I told her again that Jenni is okay, I also let her know that she is currently sleeping and I'd ask her to call her mom as soon as she was awake again.

It was 2 in the morning when Jenni came stumbling down the stairs. I was doing nothing in particular, just engaged in a hefty discussion about which OS was better on IRC. Useless flame bait but fun to join in on every so often. Jenni looked at me with her soft blue eyes and thanked me.

"Do you want something to eat? I have bread, chicken, rice, ramen, and McDonalds nearby!"
"Yeah, some ramen sounds good"
I walked into the kitchen and started grabbing the water heater and a package of Ramen noodles. As I was unpacking the noodles and putting it into a bowl she walked up behind me and put her arms around me, thanking me again.

As the water finished boiling I poured it into the bowl, and grabbed a fork and a spoon. Jenni had let go of me and was walking around the kitchen checking out the house. I let her know her food was ready and put the bowl on the kitchen table.

Authors note: That is how the dream ends. I have had this dream the past couple of weeks randomly. It is bothering me in that it never explains itself.

Server is Down

2008-03-14T20:30:00.017-07:00

It was late at night, one of the servers had gone down, so I grabbed a backpack with a laptop, some notes I had taken the previous day when it also went down, turned the cell phone on, and looked at the computer screen displaying the error message, along with some previous log files.

The coffee machine sputtered to life as I hit the on switch, I quickly added some ground coffee into the filter, I had 5 minutes before it was done brewing the coffee and my boss expected me at the datacenter within 30 minutes. Luckily I had not received a call from him yet.

Picking up some of the trash I had laying around, I shook my head in dismay as once again my apartment look like a mess. How was I supposed to get laid in this dump. The living room was square and had a doorway in the middle, on the right side, which led to a small hallway which led to a bed room, and a bathroom. In the left corner of the room was my rack. It housed several personal servers with movies, music and other data. It had many blue and red LED's on the front which lit up the entire room. On the right side in the far corner sat my workstation. This thing was a beast. Dual dual core 2.4 Ghz Intel pentium processors, 16 GB of ram, and 4 TB of hard drive space. It was mainly used to run all the various virtual machines to learn new operating systems on.

I grabbed a travellers mug from the work desk, and quickly rinsed it out in the kitchen, which adjoined the living room. It was about that time that the coffee machine was done, and I heard it sputter the last of the boiled water into the tray holding the ground coffee. I did not wait for it to finish dripping and quickly filled my travellers mug, put the lid on it, and grabbed my bag and went out the door. I did not even bother locking the apartment, it was all regulated by the computer. It locked itself. Perfect for someone like me who always forgets to lock doors. Much simpler to use, RFID is used to get in and out of the apartment. No more keys to lose, no more fumbling around.

I got in my car, and my car computer instantly recognised me.

"Where are we going today?"

"Datacenter at Beef St."

"Okay"

It turned on, and I started driving. The computer gave me the occasional advice. It instantly recognised my cell phone and bluetooth linked the two together. Right at that time my boss calls.

"Mr. Friedman is calling"

"Answer"

"Why is the server down again?"

"I don't know. I am heading out there right now Jack. I was looking at the logs and I could not see anything special. Are we being attacked again?"

"Nope, no attacks this time."

"I'll let you know as soon as I know more"

I end the call as I turn onto the street. I look ahead and see a few people mindlessly walking up and down the streets. I don't think much of it. This place is filled with junkies. Which is perfect, no-one would ever suspect a high-tech datacenter to be near by housing millions of financial transaction a second. I turn right to enter the street that the datacenter is actually located on. It is not named. I pass the first gate. As I am driving it starts sloping down into the ground, and soon I am engulfed in concrete. I drive just a little bit further, I stop at the nuclear blast doors, walk up to the computer, and have it identify me by retinal scan, fingerprint and pin code. The doors open as I walk back to my car.

Back at my car I find it strange that there were no security gaurds, and come to think of it, I was not stopped at the security gates at the front of the street. Usually there are some guards there to make it seem like it is a private mansion. I don't give it much thought as I head deeper into the tunnel, two minutes later I am in the parking garage, I park my car, turn off the lights, and grab my bag and coffee. I let out a sigh and head to the entrance.

I walk in, and see that Will is already here. Will is an awesome friend, he is tall, blonde hair, brown eyes and since he works out regularly he is very much in shape. He is always available when you need a hand.

"Hey Will, did you stay the night?", I politely inquired.

"Nope, Robert was supposed to, but I can't find him anywhere!"

"Yeah, I tried to contact him over instant messaging, could not get a signal"

"404, dude!", will replied. We both chuckled and headed over to the server room. Will had already grabbed a keyboard a mouse, hooked up his laptop over serial and told me to take a look.

There was nothing on the screen, what we had expected is to see at least a dump of what had happened.

"Did you reboot it yet?", I asked

"Nope, waiting on you! Jack said not to touch it till you got here."

"Well, you know how he is!", I replied. Jack was rather touchy on the subject of letting other people besides me touch this IBM AIX machine. I was the only one in the company that had certifications from IBM to run the machine, but Will knew just about as much as I did from his experience using the old school Unix's like HP-UX, and Solaris.

Walking around the rack I noticed that for a day such as this one, I was expecting a lot more flickering network lights and HD traffic. Europe had just woken up and we would be handling the transactions dealing with credit cards for when they went and bought morning breakfast, as well as the stock market, which would have opened by now. I unplugged the IBM machine and heard it make a few last beeps as the PSU unit let me know that it lost power. I quickly unplugged the secondary power cable going to it as well. I want it to be totally off. I plugged them back in and murmured something about ancient hardware and reporting software that should be replaced. Will shouted that he was seeing stuff on his screen, so the server had not totally died on us.

I waited for it to boot, this machine should come back up correctly I thought to myself. It did last time without any trouble. We waited for a bit, and the machine seemed to be online again. Suddenly a loud pop, and I see black smoke pouring out of the IBM. Bad juju. I run around the rack, to quick turn off the power to the IBM, hoping the fire-alarm does not go off. If it does Will and I had 30 seconds to clear the room before the halon fire suppression system would remove all air from the entire room we were in. I grabbed us both a mask and threw one over the top of the rack, where Will caught it. He gives me a quick thumbs up, before looking bewilderedly at his laptop screen.

Something was up, I could sense it. The IBM was dead and I would have to call Jack about it. We'd need to get IBM out to the datacenter and have them replace whatever was required to get it to boot. I silently thanked the service agreement I got Jack to agree to when I took the position. It might cost us an arm and a leg, but IBM is extremely fast with their turn around time. I head back around to Wills laptop and see that CNN is open on his screen. He is looking at some news cast from California.

In the new cast people are walking around mindlessly, and suddenly however that changes. A car comes around a corner at high speed, rolls over, and the driver slowly gets out of the car. At that moment in time all the people that were mindlessly walking around start heading directly to the driver, at which point they start gnawing at his face.

Will looks at me, and says, "That's not seriously happening, is it?"

"I don't know Will. Is it April fools day? How about other news agencies?"

Will opens a new browser tab, and heads to MSNBC. Same news story, they are calling it a zombie attack.

"Zombies huh? I played Dead Rising. They are going down!"

"Keep your pants on. Where is this happening?"

"Everywhere according to this article."

"Shit."

Will follows me as I quickly run off to the security room. The facility itself is monitored by hundreds of cameras, infrared, and just standard colour. I do a quick scan across the monitors and cameras in the datacenter and see that Will and I are the only ones here. Not a surprise really, seeing as how it is really late at night. I don't see Robert anywhere though, which surprised me. I turn my attention to the outside monitors and see that indeed people are mindlessly wandering around. I do a quick check, and hit the button to close the outside gates. The nuclear blast door is already closed. I sit down, and stare at the ceiling. Will has left the room.

"Hey, come over here!", Will shouts from what I call prison camp. This is where there are some bunk beds set up, and all the full time admins have their own place to sleep if they are staying overnight.

"What is it?", I shout back. Not really sure whether I should cry, or find out if any of my family s affected, and how come others are affected but I am not.

"Just come over here!"

"Fine."

On his personal home laptop he shows me some of the mailing lists he is subscribed to. NANOG is showing heavy activity with about 2 emails a second from a member saying they are in some datacenter and are unable to leave due to a zombie attack. Most of the IT infrastructure is still online other people are reporting, and that it seems like power is still functioning correctly. One engineer from Google chimes in that this has hit in Europe as well.

I grab my laptop which was sitting in my bag from the server room, I connect to Skype and start making calls to friends and family. Only mom and dad answer. They say they are okay, and are in their bomb shelter. I silently laugh. My mom had made so much fun of my dad for building that bunker in the first place, and now they needed it. My dad had stacked the place full of non-perishable food. He could live there for days. I hung up.

"Fuck." How are Will and I supposed to get food? We have some food for when we stay here, but definitely not enough to last both of us past a week. We would need to go out and go get more food. In terms of weapons we did not have anything either, which would make it much harder to get out and fight off any attacks if they did happen.

Will walked into the room I was siting in, with a coin. He flipped, and asked, "heads or tails?".

"Heads"

The coin fell and made a loud clang on the floor, it was heads.

"You are first to go out and find us some food!"

"So you thought about that too, huh?"

"Good luck buddy."

I headed out of the entrance to the elevator. This would take me up to the ground floor, from where I could walk towards the main entrance. This was mainly used to let people have access to the datacenter without letting them know how far underground it was located, and provided better security, since it is easier to search a human for a few disks and memory sticks than entire cars. Will had handed me a tire iron, as well as the keys to his truck. He always parked it on the outside of the complex so that he could get the exercise of walking to and from the elevator. I dread the mile walk to the main gate. Will was able to track my progress, the security system would pinpoint any activity. One last thing he handed me was a two-way radio. I got the gate and did not see anyone or anything. I radioed to Will to let him know he could open the gate and let me out.

As soon as the gate was closed again, I walked over to where Will had parked his truck and opened it up. I slid into the drivers seat, started the car and slowly started driving. Either the zombies were not able to see me, but not a single one of the people looked up as I drove by. WalMart was only about 5 miles away from the datacenter and it is where we got our late night caffeine fixes. The manager there knows all of us, and as soon as she saw us approach she let me in. I told her the situation and she told me she knew. Her name was Lindsey. She was in her mid-thirties and had long brown hair, a smile that could stop traffic, and seemed to have a thing for me. She is what most men would call a bombshell.

"You should come with me!"

"No, I have to stay here and help people that come in"

"Leave the doors unlocked, anyone that is not a zombie can figure out how to get in!"

"I ... yeah ... that would work, here let me help you grab some stuff", she replied.

We quickly found some strong suitable bags and filled them with anything we could carry. I had parked the truck in front of the store, so that I could just open the door, and drop the bags into the truck.

I quickly headed over to the tools section, grabbed some random tools that looked like they could do damage if used in a fight with a zombie. If it was anything like Dead Rising, then chain saws would be perfect. We packed everything into the truck, and hopped into the cab. WalMart looked really deserted as Lindsey and I pulled away from it.

Fast forward a few months. Lindsey is still living with us, she has become quite adept at Linux and knows her way around a BSD system or two. In her spare time she has taken up programming, and managing our food supply, which is slowly starting to dwindle. Luckily enough the zombie epidemic is starting to slow down, and they are starving because of not enough humans to eat, having practically killed off the entire human race, except people in Australia and New Zealand as well as Japan which do not seem affected at all. It is Wills turn to head out. I hand him a knife I got at WalMart months before and wish him luck.

He heads out the entrance, into the elevator and walks the mile to the main gate. After using the truck to transport the goods, we thought it best to park it right inside the main gates, so that we had a secondary backup vehicle to drive if my car was not available for an escape plan.

When Will came back he said he was unable to find food, but he brought back a shot gun with some shells. I started questioning what he was planning to do with it, and where this was going. I had become very weary of Will who seemed to only want everything for himself and hated me for bringing back what he thought of as a "trophy girlfriend". Lindsey and I were not involved in any way other than she learned how to program from me. I did not understand his hatred. I knew enough of what Will was thinking and I saw it go down before it even happened. I would be ready.

That night instead of heading to sleep like I normally would, I pushed some pillows into my bed to make it look like I was sleeping, and waited. I knew Will would find it hard to kill an old friend without even thinking about it, but I needed that shot gun. I would need it to safe guard myself when I went out to get more food. Will slowly came walking into the room, and slowly aimed the shot gun. I heard him let out one big sigh, just before he pulled the trigger. The entire room was filled with a loud bang, at which point everything was quiet again except for the hum of computers. I took the opportunity, I jumped down from the top of the bunk bed at the opposite side of the room, knocking the shot gun out of his hand. At the same time the kitchen knife I had in my hand went straight through his breast plate into his heart. I could see in his eyes how much of a fool he had been. Lindsey came running in after hearing the gun shot and looked at me, then saw the shot gun holes in my bed and turned around and ran.

I wrapped Wills body in a blanket, and lifted him onto my shoulders. I walked into the elevator, the mile to the front gate and then to the front of the complex, and dropped his body off in a trash compactor. I said a quick prayer and went back. Lindsey was still very much in disarray. When I came back in she was pointing a kitchen knife at me, telling me to stay away. She was on the verge of tears and I could see this. I calmly explained that Will had tried to kill me, and that I just did what I had to do to stay alive. She slowly realised that I did the best I could have done in the situation and dropped the knife. She walks over and puts her head on my shoulder and slowly starts crying.

A few weeks later, I have acquired enough food to keep both Lindsey and me alive for months to come. The zombies are slowly dying off, and within our local area there are no more zombies because of a lack of food. Authorities in Australia tell us to still stay away, that there could still be other zombies and that it is within our best interest to wait for them to mobilise their armies to properly go through. Australian scientists have been working on a virus, that would stop the zombies from attacking, thereby letting them die faster without harming other humans who have not yet become zombies.

Lindsey walks in, we have become very close over the last weeks after Wills death. I think this primarily has to do with the fact that she did not want to make Will feel unwanted. We were still very much not in a relationship, that was about to change.

"It will all be over soon", I say as walks over

"Awesome," she replies as she drops her bra.

"It has been too long ..."

She seductively licks her lips. As she holds my hands and brings them up to her mouth. She slowly kisses my hands.

Authors note: This dream happened a while ago. The story as you have read it, is not how it was pieced together. I have many dreams that start and then stop, only to have them be continued later on. This was one of those dreams. I have been writing down my dreams for a few months now. This one has not come back again for about 3 months now, so I consider it finished. This has been cleaned up a bit from what it originally was, especially since I find it hard to put what is visual and what my mind came up with into words that allow people to read it and understand what was meant.

Broken Computer Fight

2008-03-10T23:15:00.002-07:00

I am on a university campus, I have a old laptop with me. Runs at 700 Mhz, with FreeBSD 6.2 and 256 MB of ram. I am sitting at one of the computer workstations that they have set up in a huge square area that is fairly open for people to walk in and out of. The place looks like a general mess, and half the lights are out.

Someone from IT walks past, his name was Todd. I ask him a few questions about the hardware and how they have set up the machines, and whether or not he would have some time to fix an apparent issue. He tells me to figure it out on my own. As he walks off I pull out a screw driver from my backpack and shut down the computer. I've got this covered. I pull on both the plastic tabs to open the case, and the side of the case gracefully pops off. Inside we have a Dell Intel motherboard with a quad core CPU, a Nvidia graphics card which is huge, and has a white fan on top of it that kind of wraps around the monstrosity of it.

Two of my friends walk up, Victor and Mark. They are there to check out what I am doing. I see the problem, an IDE cable running to the main hard drive has a few leads showing they look like they are shorting each other out. I fix the problem by applying some electrical tap across the cable and neatly folding it back in place. No more shorts hopefully. At that moment in time a student frantically starts yelling at me to close it back up, at which point Codey walks by and tells me that I am going to get suspended and thrown out of school for violating policy. As I fumble to get the computer closed up, there is a metal plate with holes that are supposed to line up perfectly, they don't. After a while Todd comes back and tells me he needs to speak with me as soon as possible. At this point Victor has fixed the metal plate and put the computer back into its original working order. I hear and see it boot up without a problem as I walk towards my backpack to pick it up.

As I walk over, I stumble over a long bolt and what looks to be a handle on a piece of metal. As I get to the desk where my laptop sits, I see a chair that has been taken apart, has some wheels missing. At that point Todd comes by for a third time, this time telling me to go with him. He looks really pissed as I am holding the different parts of the chair.

We walk to a small room, which said Corporate on the door label. The room is square, very dark and contains many desks. As Todd and I walk in there are two teachers that are just leaving. They are discussing the new photo copier that came in, and how it is faster and more efficient at what it does. At this point a tall Chinese looking lady walks in.

"Cho, this is the student who was ripping the computers apart", Todd says to the Chinese looking lady.

I am sitting on a desk, while Todd takes a seat at another desk, apparently packing up for the end of the day. He has a nice MacBook Pro laptop, he puts it into a leather case.

At the same time Cho comes up to me, and starts shouting at me:

"You know it is illegal to tamper with school property"
"I had permission, from Todd here to figure it out!"
"YOU WILL NOT MESS WITH SCHOOL PROPERTY. WE ARE GOING TO SUE YOUR ASS", she shouts into my ear

She has tiny round glasses on, and the effect is kind of comical as I watch her get more angry. I am sitting on the side of this desk, facing Todd as he wanted to talk to me, and she is leaning forward on both her hands sitting on the corner of the desk. Out of spite, and because she is now blatantly verbally attacking me I move my legs over so that now I am sitting on the table facing her, which also causes her to have to remove her hand from the corner of the table and thus stand back up. I stand up, I shall not to be intimated. She also stands up straight, she is now a few inches taller than me, and I don't care. She starts yelling again, but she should have left it at that.

At this point she puts a hand on my arm, which I push away with a shove from my right arm. This gets her all pissed off. There are two fish bowls sitting on the desk next to where I am seated, Cho grabs it and starts pouring its contents all over me. At which point I myself grab a fish bowl, which also has fish in it, and start emptying its contents over her, at least attempting to. At this time Todd has stepped back up and grabbed the fishbowl I have, but I won't have it. I elbow Todd in the throat and watch as he goes down from not being able to breathe. I grab the bowl Cho is still holding and empty it's contents over her head, and then beat her until she is out on the floor.

Pink Mark

2008-03-09T11:57:00.001-07:00

I am a walking around a university, moving past students that are on computers, and I head up-stairs to a lab. This lab has the number 244, and is very open and has white cabinets on the wall. There are books strewn all over the place, and in the middle is a laser cutter. There are no regulars in the room just a girl by the name of Vanessa. She is tall, and has long dark brown hair which has been dyed purple in certain parts, and reaches just to the top of her low-rider jeans. She is only wearing a piece of clothing to cover the front, with two straps visible around her neck, and on her lower back. She has beautiful brown eyes, which sparkle as she gives me a quick cursory dismissive glance. I turn to grab a chair and sit down, as I grab one of the two laptops I have in my bag. I see that her bag had fallen from the desk and its contents spilled all over the floor. I see pink lace panties just poking out of her jeans as she bends over to pick up her bag. As I consider walking over and helping her with her stuff, someone walks in the door with a scared look on his face.

A security guard, by the name of Zack, walks up to her, and asks her if she has ever been scammed. He is a big tall guy, I estimate about 6 feet. He has short blonde hair and dark brown eyes. On a black board, with chalk are some calculations on numbers. He pulls out a black light and shines it on Vanessa's back to reveal a mark. A long pink UV reactive mark. Vanessa having figured out what must be on her back has a look of terror on her face. She slowly comes to the realisation why Zack must be here. I feel afraid and scared throughout my body, as well as feeling of disbelief.

I Am a Dreamer

2008-03-09T11:40:00.002-07:00

This is going to be my first post to this blog. I am not going to reveal my name, and I am not going to provide any more details other than that is in my dreams. I don't doubt that eventually people will be able to figure out who I am, and I don't care about that.

I am going to be posting my dreams online in a web log format as I remember them, please do not think less of me if you know me personally just because of a certain dream I have. More information about dreaming may be found at Wikipedia.

The stories I post are as I remember them, nothing more, nothing less, and as such it may seem that certain posts seem to cut off without leaving much of an ending or open questions. While I could elaborate on them while awake, I feel it to more of a challenge to see if I can continue a dream the next time I go to sleep. There will be certain story lines that will be prevalent throughout my posts, and also certain locations. I am also lucid in most of my dreams, meaning I am able to control my own actions, and or choose my own adventure! This provides for a great outlet of the imaginative kind, yet at the same time is a bit weird to describe.

You the reader are along for the ride, feel free to comment on my dreams, but remember:

"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"