I've had two...

...dreams recently. One last night, and one a few nights ago.

The dream last night was this: First, there was a small show, a metal band played, I moshed. Nice audience. I was supposed to play drums for a band (that might be getting together this semester). They didn't tell me what songs to learn, and my drumset was crap. So we left it at that. Skipped ahead to my highschool (or skipped back?): I'm in my science building, walking around, seeing old faces. I head over to the library to study for math, or something. Once I'm there I see a lot more people, professors, etc. Some family friends approach me, and I joke with them. They respond accordingly. Soon I'm in a schoolbus, with a lot of people that I know. People in the back begin a card game, the teachers hear them plotting it, and it comes to a stop. The next thing that happens is We arrive at a building (presumed to be in NY, although it looks like a Korean building [as in, a building that would exist in Korea/Seoul instead of New York]). As we walk in, there's a nice welcoming sign, and we head down two flights of stairs, walk through a washing/locker type room, and enter into a large auditorium. It's nice and white, has a few pillars. Greek style architecture. Nice white chairs, and instead of where a stage should be, there's a railroad track with five cars on it (small railroad track, think carnival ride). Soon people started coming in, (apparently it was my birthday). So I sat in the front row, and watched as some friends got onto the train and began a skit. There was a friend sitting to my right, and a girl sitting to my left, who had apparently planned everything, even though I didn't know her. As the skit went on, the train went into operation and took them behind the stage. There behind the stage, they were presented with odd situations in which to react to. Those who reacted "incorrectly" were killed, within that situation. Less gruesome than Saw, but oddly creepier when you think about beauty being around a life and death situation. (I mean I guess both life and death can be beautiful but we can talk about that later). That's blurry, but that was the gist of it. All of a sudden this girl hugged me from behind, and I thought "Oh this is nice!" and then she started making out with me, and I had to push her off because I had a girlfriend, and I kept telling her to stop nicely, but she wouldn't so I just got up and left. Soon a police investigation was initiated to find the people who had died in that building. Around this time, I guess there are riots going on, because some people tried to gun down a kid. He escape with some people (and me) trying to protect him. We led the gunners to the building and got onto the train. One person found a way to beat the system, by not picking either decision. (apparently the key was to pick love when you felt hatred, and supposed to hate when you felt loved in the situation). The place began to flood (the situation room[s]) and we escaped while the gunners died. As we walked out of the building, nothing looked different; except for the welcoming sign at the entrance of the building. it was night and I had to study for a math test. I drove away, ran a red light, got pulled over by the cops, realized I didn't have my permit on me, and then decided to wake up.

Mmm.

The other dream (a few days ago) was interesting. It turned into a nightmare towards the end.

I'll make this a little shorter. Marching band competition at my highschool (which had blended with my college campus) was in the gym right next to the library. In the library people were there socializing and studying. Family friends showed up, one of them was coming here. I introduced her to Pastor Ron, and then we drove towards my dorm. I called Tina to let her know I was almost back but couldn't speak for some reason. As I walked up, around one of the dorm buildings to mine. I saw an old lady dragging a dead body, and a severed head (belonging to the body, I presume) into "her" dorm building. We made eye contact, and I kept walking. As I neared a bend in the road, I saw her appear on the ledge above me. Straight and solemn faced, she pulled out a sword and jumped down at me. (This is where it gets kinda cool, because this is one of the dreams where I had full control of what was happening. I mean, don't get me wrong, it was scary... this old lady.) I tried to talk to her out of it, but she kept on approaching me, so I pushed her into a river, froze the river, and then killed her. I jumped up to fly out of there, and as I took to the skies I noticed three little kids, doll-like flying near me. I went over to them and noticed they had knives and were plotting to kill me. In turn, in defense, I grabbed one of their knives and procedeed to kill them. As I cut them, cotton came out of them, for in the end they were just dolls and not actual people. I woke up at this point. I think. That what was so scary was the notion of people trying to kill me, and my lack of reluctancy to defend myself. Ionno.

I wanna turn these into short stories. I've always liked short stories better than novels. You have fewer pages to present something just as interesting. In a short amount of time, you present people, characters, settings and then develop them within just a few pages.

Maybe I'll try to write this summer...

More to come later...
Don't steal my dreams please =]