background:  legend says, there’s a hero that defeats the anatgonist.  Only, something happened and the hero was captured and sent to a distant island surrounded by lava.  The antagonist had possession of a dragon that kept eye on the hero.  Back in the town, there lived a messenger who was supposed to be the special chosen one to free the hero. 

 

Dream Sequence:  So I was at work with my parents…hangin out in the back of the shop like I always did, looking for something to do.  I noticed a piece of poster board on the floor…one corner was slightly folded back, and it was longer than it was wide.  it was peculiar, and I remember going, “hmm”…but I didn’t think TOO much of it. 

 

Scene change:  back to the legend.   I suddenly found myself IN the legend and i met a sketchy guy who told me story of the hero…and told me how he wanted so badly to be the messenger.  I was skeptical and didn’t really believe him.  He told me that there was this marsh/lake of whirling, swirling waters that was served as some sort of test to find the chosen.  He said he was going, and I followed.  Someone else followed to, but I can’t remember who.  Actually, I think it was the spirit of the poster board, protecting me.  But anyway, I went, but the lake was drying up…because for some reason, this lake had tides.  So it was mostly a marshy type substance.  The guardians of the lake were coming to attack us…I screamed that it was too late.  The sketch guy shouted no and signaled to jump in….and so the three of us quickly jumped face forward into what was left of the muddy, murky whirling water….because apparently, that was how the chosen was to be found.  That’s right.  We bellyflopped and plopped our faces into the mud.  And I would be she who was chosen.

 

Scene change:  back at the shop.   With the story vivid in my head…I realized I was back at the shop.  I looked at the poster…and it rose from the ground and told me to grab onto it.  I felt a strange sensation telling me to lay on top of the board and hold on.  We communicated mentally.  Suddenly, the board became my magic carpet and took me away.  Quite peculiar, indeed…because I wasn’t scared or confused….just curious.  We flew to the front of my parent’s shop….where they looked at us strangely…and I told my parents I was leaving.  I slipped my cell phone in my pocket as the poster board flew me out the door.

 

So we started to fly away and I realized that the poster board had thoughts.  It was some sort of spirit…and it was to be my guardian.  And then…it told me that we had forgotten something important and had to turn back around.  Sooo…we turned back and got my laptop because apparently, that is what gave the poster board energy and the only way we could fly.  the laptop absorbed some sort of radio signal that gave the board energy.  But anyway, we were on our way again. 

 

So then my phone started to vibrate.  It was my my dad.  this is after seeing me fly through the store and away.  he was worried.  he didn’t tell me to come home.  he had that sort of angry voice, but he didn’t tell me to come home.  he asked where i was.  i said he knew the story.  i asked him how the story went because i wasn’t completely sure.  he asked me if i knew i was just the messenger that was to save the hero…and not the hero himself.  And that i would go to some platform.  and he said something about piercing of a heart…but i didn’t understand.  the language barrier.  I didn’t understand the old tale completely.  the poster then told me it would take a day and a half to get to our destination. 

 

 while i was on the phone with my dad….we flew, but not high enough…and two very tall men who could have been basketball players tried to poke me.  they felt my leg and tickled me and tried to draw letters onto my legs.  it was…bothersome and kinda scary and I was remember thinking I didn’t want to get raped….and i asked the poster to fly higher.  I hung up on my dad.  it was then that we stopped somewhere in the middle of no where for food, i think…to rest? …so i went to the bathroom and got a key for room number three and two other people followed me in there.  i think i knew them.  i think they were with us.  i let one of them go first because i had to poo…thinking she would leave first, but she didn’t and i couldn’t poo.  and that is when i realized i had no charger and i imagined us just falling and falling out of the sky….but the poster mentally told me that we would find a way somehow.  Oh…and I said us because the girl in the bathroom was travelling with us too.  i was the first out of the bathroom and the poster, after morphing into human form….into the form of Patrick from ao, I think… was talking to someone who resembled mrs sexton, my science Olympiad coach from high school…but when i said hello, i realized that it was not.  they were talking about a little girl being in a play and the poster told them that i would like to hear that.  that i would appreciate it.  and then dana (also from ao) skateboarded by us….because she saw a friend she knew.  She skateboarded towards a creek…and jumped off the board to get to the other side….the board went plop into the creek.  The mrs sexton look alike and the little girl told dana she lost her board in the algae…and they said, “no no no..not there,” as plop went dana’s hand covered with algae.  “look, tons of algae,” pointed the girl, “little separated torn piece of algae.”   “oh,” dana said.  “oh well”.

 

 And then…..i woke up….wanting to sleep again…to finish the dream. But…I couldn’t.  perhaps later.

 

Take that for random.  haha…i think i’m more interesting when i’m sleeping than when i’m awake.  on that note, g’night. 

 

oh…and uhh….is it normal to have dreams that are that detailed? 

 

one more thing.  i also had another dream last night….where jen was mad at me because i gave dv advice.  she said it wasn’t my place.  and that people approach change on their own.  my dream state took it as her implying that i had no right to think i could change people or the world.  my dream state then remembered another instance when i tried to give advice earlier that night in reality.  i felt bad.  yeah.  that’s all.