What the hell, part -some number-

Last night there was this game, like a quiz show,
only the rules were a lot more chaotic and the game was fast.
There were celebrities, like Stephen Fry, and regular folk like me.
Te rules were .. quite hard to explain, for cheating behind the scenes and on the field was allowed.
The game was played indoors, in a gym, and two teams (it could be played 1v1 or 2v2, or something else) started on opposite sides.
behind the teams, against the wall, were static representations of the cards in a deck,
and one had to bounce the card on the field (which had to be used like a ball, but shoved, not rolled)
against the matching card on the opponent's side. When you succeeded in that, you could answer the question
given to you by an invisible show host. The players were geniusses of all sorts and took two minutes,
complete with graphs and images, to explain for example Atychiphobia.

To give you a good example of the chaos during the game, I was facing a chinese girl named Wang,
a highly-flexible, fast woman dressed in a black leather one-piece suit.
The lady had scored a few times and had sent my team mates home already, but she stood alone as well.
Behind the scenes I shook her hand during the breaks, and I deduced something.
After the break I Wang unveiled her plan: she was actually a man named Chang,
but I already knew that. But now that she showed her true nature I got joined by a man in a white suit,
and together we decided to tackle the fast man dressed in woman's clothes.

Chang had the card on the field, and when I tried to steal it he somersaulted over me while
shoving the card between my feet with the tip of his black high pumps.
The card glowed purple and I saw my chance, for I eventually took it with my feet.
The card, sensing the change in team, glowed and became a purple seven,
so I ran all the way to the corner of the field, and kicked the card into the corresponding one
on Chang's side. I answered the question correctly, and the man dressed like a woman fell
through the floor and into a pool of water.

My dreams are madness.

Dreamland revisited.

I just woke up,
and I have to say last night was very, very weird,
in terms of unconscious travelling.

I visited a dark tower first, and a bonfire inside the cilindrical structure
was were I found myself, at one of the top floors of the empty, black building.
There were stairs winding down at the wall in front of me,
and on it stood hollow humans, undead without a glimpse of humanity left.
I destroyed them with a scythe as I made my way down the tall tower,
but I died before I got at the bottom.

That's where things get weird.
I died, but I returned to the bonfire again, ready to take on the same
'enemies' as I just did. This happened over and over again and the screams
and gurgles of the undead kept haunting me.

That's when I found a piece of humanity,
and I offered it to the flames of the bonfire to return me to human form.
And I realised I was undead as well, but I still had a free will.
The Humanity I offered changed me, and I stood up and felt my face,
my hands slowly making it's way down my body.

The first undead on the stairs started speaking nonsense:
If there is a way to feel yourself, without actually seeing yourself,
you might realise how beautiful you are. Like a bowl of chip 'n dip,
oh beautiful chip 'n dip...

The 'hollow' continued rambling on for a while,
and then I got transported to a hellish realm with chunks of big rock
standing in chasms of lava.
At the top of one upwards-sloped stone I found ruins of a chapel-like structure,
where the lead singer of The Beards (check them out) made songs about my
failing attempts to bring down a demon the size of a vertical bus, who was
weilding a gigantic bone axe.

Eventually more musicians showed up, like Tenacious D,
making humorous, but epic songs about my attempts.

I found myself learning magic in a group on one of the plateaus above the lava
at one point, but about three or four people including myself got chased eventually
when the group noticed we were trying to learn the forbidden 'pyromancies'.
Needless to say, we ran over the enourmous rocky plateaus in parkour style
with spells and fireballs flying around our ears.

Then there was the church-like building,
where I hung upside down from a winding set of stairs, still very manoeuvrable,
but chased by a woman-bat-creature with a Día de los Muertos sugar skull
tattooed over her entire chest area, and she was trying to catch up with me
in a very intimidating, menacing way while singing:
It was a dark and stormy night...

This night was weird, to say the least.
Does it mean anything, any of this?

Scariest. Dream. Ever.

I just woke up from the most horrible nightmare I ever had.

I was living in some cave deep underneath the ground,
and my sheep (who looked like Cartoon Network's 'Sheep in the big city')
needed surgery. So I took him to a building with a rusty interior,
and barbed wire and planks were placed in front of the windows.
The entrance was a hole in the wall on the second floor,
and was reached by a wooden ladder.
When Sheep came out of surgey, I cried. I knew they did things to him
that were really unethical and unsafe, and I never wanted to bring him here again.
So I took him home and came back, to the central plaza where the 'hospital' was located.
The plaza wa a big round computer like in Doctor Who's Tardis,
but it was shooting dangerous lightning bolts. It was unstable,
but I still saw people work there. They had to, to survive.
For some reason one of the men was in a dispute with some other man
 about the price of a brush and a shovel, and did not believe it cost 4 dollars,
so they sent me to the store to find out how much it really cost.
I climbed some stairs and found myself at the store.
That's pretty much all there was in our cave, and so, in our world.
A hospital, a store, the plaza, and three or four houses.
Lighted by TL-lamps that went on and off irregularly because they were broken.
I entered the store and saw people working there.
A young attractive woman was busy counting stock, as I went to look for shovels.
She was able to land a job there and I couldn't even.. I could never get a job.
Not even here. I felt bad about myself. A shovel cost no more than 1 dollar I saw,
so I turned around to leave the store again. But as I stood in front of the stairs,
things on my left caught my attention.
A man was using a pallet jack to move a pallet filled with sacks of dog food,
and he was bad at it.
But that's not what deemed me odd, no,
as I got further in the store I felt my stomach turning.
A humongous pale moonfish had been put up for sale,
and was sitting in plastic swimming pool for kids,
and so the water just barely reached his belly. He was gasping for air.
To my left there were other tanks, glass ones, with other kinds of fish, all really big.
I heard workers say the fish were jumpy, and they needed to watch them.
While I stood there the guy with the palet jack now used his tool to move
plastic bags with goldfish in hem, and some of them fell on the ground.
I was really happy when I saw he did not step on one.
That's when chaos happened and the fish began to jump out of their tanks.
At first, only one did, jumping right onto the floor,
and needing assistance from at least three men to be lifted back into his tank.
The workers called me, but I was too afraid of the fish to help,
and so I stumbled, fell on the floor, crawled backwards,
got back up and ran towards the exit. Earthworms were laying on the floor as I ran,
and I saw the worker who left his bags of goldfish, and was picking up the worms one by one.
I got sick, felt like my stomach couldn't handle this anymore, and started puking.
Worms. Earthworms came out of my mouth as I threw up over and over again.

That's when I woke up, ten minutes ago.
It's in the middle of the night that I write this,
because I felt like, if I had written this down, I could forget it forever.

Return to Dreamland

Ok, new dream.

Tonight I found myself in my old school,
where we were doing an exam for mathematics.
Not a problem at all, except I found myself working on the exam when every
other student was already finished, and so I was alone in the class.
Alone, except for my teacher
-who thought me chemistry and economics in real life-
And my best friend from before the time-travelling madness,
Sander, who was next to me, doing his own exam.
Suddenly he started yelling at me for some unknown reason.

Look, there's this thing you need to know about me.
I HATE when people yell at me and get mad at me for some reason.
I seriously do, and when they do get mad, I act in two ways:

1) I defend myself, yell back, but I know I am really bad at that so
    I lose the argument more often than not.
2) I try to avoid conflict, get away from that person, and cry from the inside.

Those two things are what I did in my dream,
in the right order. I have no idea why my best friend suddenly got mad at me,
but it was a scary sight to behold,
like, he wanted to throw a table at my head or something.
I tried to defend myself for a minute, but then I decided it was best
for me to just... put my chair in the corner away from him, and finish the exam there.

Hell, even my teacher went to the building next door,
and I saw her peeking through the window.

Dreamland madness.

These last few weeks are crazy at night.
I have the weirdest dreams, how does my mind make up all that?

For example last night, I dreamt that I was flying around a tree
in the garden of the house were my parents used to live.
I was flying around the tree to try and catch a flying brain that glowed red.
And that brain was made of spaghetti.
I was doing all that while singing Beat it by Michael Jackson in a loud manner.
For some reason, the talented photographer/friend of mine Laura Sheridan was there,
along with Kitzen Catze, a lady I met while doing Laura's 'Weegee' shoot.
They were sitting at a table, making more spaghettibrains.

Another dream had me meeting Tom Hiddleston in my back yard,
Along with Laurens (an aquaintance of mine) and my brother.
There was one of Da Vinci's flying machines. Just because.
Suddenly though, a black helicopter appeared with loud noise,
and it shined a light on the grass, which acted as a tractor beam.

There was this dream where I got buried alive somewhere in africa by my mother,
but I escaped by clawing my way through the earth when she was gone.
I found my little sister (who's almost three) and took her with me.
We were able to hide on my grandmother's attic,
but my mom would not give up and eventually find us...

I once dreamt an entire set piece for a movie:
I envisioned six heroes, a bald miner with a big nose and brown tank top,
a man in a wheelchair who reads maps and does mathematics,
a shy man with unclean blond hair,  just resting on his shoulders,
and a torn smoking. He was playing the cello.
There were a few more people there, each different in a big way.
The men were cloudsailing in a zeppelin that was the shape of two pyramids next to each other.
It was made of wood with two iron bands to the left and right of the door.
In the middle there was a hatch, the entrance to the vehicle.
From the vehicle, big ropes went skywards, and they held the giant brown sack of air
that was heated by the smoke coming from the chimney in the middle of the pyramids.
The chimney was part of the fireplace inside.
In front of the fireplace, there were couches with rivets and pretty designs,
and a beautiful mat layed on the floor.
In the back of the second pyramid there was a library/study room where the man in his
wheelchair did his thing. In the frond there was a steering wheel similiar in design
than some of the pirate vessels you saw in movies.

The men resembled friends I used to have in my world,
but where the ship came from, I have no idea.
Oh, and that dream was a musical, even though nothing really happened,
except for the introduction of the characters and their airship.

UPDATE:

Tonight (16/12) I dreamt of a guy who had a girlfriend,
but she left him for someone else.
So guy 1 (who was controlled by me) had a metal shirt on,
and was working in the store like another random day,
when another man in a brown suit (who also resembled me)
walked in. The metal-shirt-man was ready to fight for the girl,
so the two walked right up to each other, but then suddenly
the well-dressed new guy drew a gun and fired.
It missed, and so the two gents started fighting in Quentin Tarantino style.
The gun eventually pointed to the head of the guy in the suit,
and when fired, it triggered a taser-like effect.

next scene has us seeing the news, where that attack is mentioned,
and we see Captain Jack Harkness and Ianto Jones from Torchwood (tv series)
investigate the strange gun, which turned out to be a modified Wii controller.