09-19-2013, 02:23 PM
I would turn a zombie virus into something awesome. 
I had a dream last night that was both awesome and sad. I'd been on a trip somewhere, and was changing flights in a very large airport. I was heading toward my next fight to go home, and some random people grabbed me and pulled me back into some back rooms. It turns out there was a portal to another world back there, but you had to know it was there to enter it, or someone had to take you. The people that grabbed me told me they needed my help with some galactic emergency type thing. I suddenly had super powers and could jump up on buildings with no effort. Tanner was brought there, too, as well as some other people, but I can't remember who they were.
So we all had a big adventure. I don't remember much of it, but I remember that several times I crossed back through the portal into my home world, and found out my family was looking for me since I'd never arrived home. Some cops tried to stop me, and I ran back through the portal, not wanting to leave the amazing world on the other side. This happened several times, and finally I talked to my mother and realized that I was hurting everyone who loved me by disappearing like that, and that it would be extremely selfish for me to continue blowing them off just so I could have fun, when I was still needed back home.
With a heavy heart I entered the portal for the last time, to tell everyone goodbye. Tanner said that he needed to be getting home, too, and we hugged and cried. I cried almost as hard as I did when physical Tanner left our house after homecoming. I really, REALLY wanted to stay in that other world.
In my second dream my parents took me on a vacation to this little country town in Indiana. We were staying in some sort of cottage hotel that was extremely nice. I sort of wished I actually lived there, because it was such a beautiful place, surrounded by forests and gardens and quaint little shops. I walked out back and saw Fox from homecoming moving some large stones for a walkway through the grass. She said she'd actually moved to the place, and really liked it. We talked about gardening for a little bit then I moved on. I found out my dad had paid six thousand dollars for a painting of a cat. It wasn't even a very good painting, but he was in love with it. My mom seemed annoyed, but not as mad as I'd expect her to be.
At some point it turned into this sort of British mystery show, that I was both watching and a part of. I was with another young woman on what I think was a cruise ship, and people started disappearing. I found out the person kidnapping people was this young man, but no one suspected him because he was very attractive and gentlemanly and nice. We finally found all the people he'd taken in the bowels of the ship, all chained to various pipes, and all of them with completely blank expressions, as if their minds had been wiped clean. I wasn't sure what he was actually doing with these people, but it didn't look good, and he was after us next.
I wound up locking eyes with him, and for a moment he seemed paralyzed by my stare, but then he pulled some sort of trick and moved away very fast. I saw where he had snuck off to, though, and followed him. He started running after my friend and she was running away from him, and I yelled "Don't run from him! Grab him! Stop him!" So she turned around and grabbed onto him instead, which seemed to surprise him. I ran up and tackled him as well, and we fell to the floor. The two of us managed to hold him down so he couldn't cause more trouble.
A very large man came up. He was one of the leaders of the evil organization the man worked for. He told the man that all of his hijinks were ruining the organization's reputation, and that they couldn't put up with his oppositional schemes anymore. He said that the man would be judged, and then I woke up.
I had a dream last night that was both awesome and sad. I'd been on a trip somewhere, and was changing flights in a very large airport. I was heading toward my next fight to go home, and some random people grabbed me and pulled me back into some back rooms. It turns out there was a portal to another world back there, but you had to know it was there to enter it, or someone had to take you. The people that grabbed me told me they needed my help with some galactic emergency type thing. I suddenly had super powers and could jump up on buildings with no effort. Tanner was brought there, too, as well as some other people, but I can't remember who they were.
So we all had a big adventure. I don't remember much of it, but I remember that several times I crossed back through the portal into my home world, and found out my family was looking for me since I'd never arrived home. Some cops tried to stop me, and I ran back through the portal, not wanting to leave the amazing world on the other side. This happened several times, and finally I talked to my mother and realized that I was hurting everyone who loved me by disappearing like that, and that it would be extremely selfish for me to continue blowing them off just so I could have fun, when I was still needed back home.
With a heavy heart I entered the portal for the last time, to tell everyone goodbye. Tanner said that he needed to be getting home, too, and we hugged and cried. I cried almost as hard as I did when physical Tanner left our house after homecoming. I really, REALLY wanted to stay in that other world.
In my second dream my parents took me on a vacation to this little country town in Indiana. We were staying in some sort of cottage hotel that was extremely nice. I sort of wished I actually lived there, because it was such a beautiful place, surrounded by forests and gardens and quaint little shops. I walked out back and saw Fox from homecoming moving some large stones for a walkway through the grass. She said she'd actually moved to the place, and really liked it. We talked about gardening for a little bit then I moved on. I found out my dad had paid six thousand dollars for a painting of a cat. It wasn't even a very good painting, but he was in love with it. My mom seemed annoyed, but not as mad as I'd expect her to be.
At some point it turned into this sort of British mystery show, that I was both watching and a part of. I was with another young woman on what I think was a cruise ship, and people started disappearing. I found out the person kidnapping people was this young man, but no one suspected him because he was very attractive and gentlemanly and nice. We finally found all the people he'd taken in the bowels of the ship, all chained to various pipes, and all of them with completely blank expressions, as if their minds had been wiped clean. I wasn't sure what he was actually doing with these people, but it didn't look good, and he was after us next.
I wound up locking eyes with him, and for a moment he seemed paralyzed by my stare, but then he pulled some sort of trick and moved away very fast. I saw where he had snuck off to, though, and followed him. He started running after my friend and she was running away from him, and I yelled "Don't run from him! Grab him! Stop him!" So she turned around and grabbed onto him instead, which seemed to surprise him. I ran up and tackled him as well, and we fell to the floor. The two of us managed to hold him down so he couldn't cause more trouble.
A very large man came up. He was one of the leaders of the evil organization the man worked for. He told the man that all of his hijinks were ruining the organization's reputation, and that they couldn't put up with his oppositional schemes anymore. He said that the man would be judged, and then I woke up.