Monday, December 21, 2009

Demon Elves at College

So I was outside this building in a very residential looking area and I see this small person drilling screws and things into a tree nearby that is connected to the telephone wire or something. I ask him if he is bugging the place and he says no, but it is obvious he is. I tell he is a great person for an idiot. He gets annoyed at me, souding like he is hurt inside, and walks off. I go up to the tree and remove the stuff he out in.
As I was doing that, a black kid gets out of a car next to the tree and walks into the building. I am slightly confused. I also never see the kid again.
After removing the bugging stuff, I carry it all into the building. Inside kind of looks like a very messy version of a lobby in a dormitory. There is a stair way up on the left and double doors on the right. I go through the doors and come into another hallway. I turn right and see more doors.
I go through those as well.
I arrive in a large recreation center basically and everyone in there is someone I know either from high school or college. There are four people playing Wii tennis. A person named Mike gets a point and takes out a speakerphone to tell everyone how awesome he is. I sit down at a small table to put down all the random junk in my hands. There is a lot of it.

I wake up.

This was an interesting dream, though mundane. The funniest part of it was the demon elf midget bugging the place. I can't remember the details, but the conversation was funny as hell.

I also have to say how weird it is seeing people I know in my dreams. Tops faces I remember the most; Megan (High School Friend), Mike (High school Friend), Ashley (High School Classmate), and I think Grace (Animation 101 Classmate in College), though I am not for sure, I could be dead wrong on that assumption. Eh, who cares. I record what I think I saw.

I am using the recorder now! Not just for dreams, but just for random ideas I come up with when I am in bed. I wish to use some of these someday.

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