Double life

I had arrived in my dorm. Rather beautiful and clean it was, with the entire room belonging to me. But it was not the only home I had in this new city I had moved in. I flied over to the other place and suddenly it was night time. Entering from the window, a room full of old things covered with dust welcomed me with silence. The color of rust permeated everything in this odd shelter. As it turned out, I had a roommate, a girl, who was not too uneasy on the eye, yet much like the room itself, with dark-orange skin on her forehead and rags for clothes. I would live in that place and do many things, including occasionally reminding myself to remember this dream when I wake up, but unfortunately I did not write this down as the first thing in the morning and now that the time is 16:33, I can't remember enough to describe what happened.

Sunny beach

We ( physics ) went to the beach, although no one in there corresponded with a person from my actual subject.

First our group leader made some joke and slipped himself down on the sand in a very comfortable way. I did the same, except I was near the edge of the hill of sand and I slided down with my hands connected and the friction from them slowing me down. It was fun, though it did not get the same reaction as the previous event.

Next, they came down to the same placewhere  I was and slam-dunked a basketball. We moved on to the water soon after and started playing some kind of a game that included kicking the basketball, which had turned into a volleyball by then. For some reason I could not move in the water. I floated fine, but had trouble reaching the ball, even by crawl stroke.

My second dream was about creation. I would make these beautiful landscapes with this music playing. As you can guess, my dream was a mirroring of that video I watched some time ago before going to sleep. I don't actually make exteriors in Morrowind, I'm more in the field of quests.

The face of speed

Deep within the Universe, beyond human knowledge, there is a truly exotic being. It is the face of speed that goes in the speed of face... err, I mean light.

"I don't particularly remember doing a lot of murdering in my dreams..."

I say that and then have a dream like this.

I was living with these two old women. More like a prison than a home. There was a third old woman as well, but she was not one of the two. Like the other habitants of the house, they tortured her. There were also drugged people in the house, usually laying unconscious on a chair. Or were they drugged? Never saw them move a muscle. Perhaps they were dead.

Those two old women weren’t exactly kind to me. For example, one time one released moths on me and a few seconds later the other sent a swarm of wasps flying at me. I ran to the bathroom, but was stung quite a bit. There`s this option called „restart“ on most computer games, which serves to change the outcome, should it not be what the player wanted or was supposed to do, and having played them, it also appears in my dreams. So I restarted and ran towards the bathroom as soon as the moths were thrown. Locked the door before the wasps could even get there.

These old grannies were insane and there was no escape from them so I decided to just kill them. A few bumps on the head left them unconscious. I looked at a young woman, in her late teenages, sitting on the chair near the windows with her eyes shut. Her hand was so very limp and she had no response to what was happening around her.

I went to another room, for some reason. As I returned, the dead or drugged people were placed differently. One of the crazy old grandmas was missing. I looked at the one present and she opened her eyes for a second, then doozed off. I was going for throwing her out of the window. It was the ninth stair and she wouldn´t survive the fall. Opened the window, dragged her body up and pushed it out. Behind me a scream and as I looked, a crazy old lady with a knife.

High school murder

I'm a little late writing this so it's rather fuzzy on the details.

I was back in high school again ( or the University? ) and a classmate was murdered. What I remember the most was thinking that this time the culprit wasn't me. I don't particularly remember doing a lot of murdering in my dreams and it could be that it was a figment of my imagination during the dream.

I wasn't very concerned about the murderer himslef / herself and the police didn't bother much with me. My classmates were a little scared about the whole situation, though. Nevertheless, classes went on and I attended every one of them.

Mentor

I went to school in August and found that lessons were still being held. I went to the Russian class (the other one) and stayed there for a while to study. Then I decided to look around in the school and met my mathematics teacher. As usual, she was very happy and busy. I started walking home, but saw my physics teacher with an empty carriage. I couldn`t just ignore her and went to talk to her.

"I got into psychology, just like I wanted."

"Oh, I thought you were going to go into physics."

"Err... I meant physics, not psychology."

She was having classes too and I figured it would be a good idea to go to them and revise some of the older stuff.

Thinglings

„Quick, get him!“

The two small strange things were chasing me down in the pool. I was too fast for them, though, and disappeared as I reached the end of it.

„He got away.“

„He arithmetically programmed us so he can predict everything we do. It is easy for him to escape.“

„I wonder if we can catch the queen of the waters.“

„You need to be in water for that.“

„But I am in water...“ And it dives.