"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.

Fighting for the cause

I managed to get a group of people together to do good. And so we did. Thing is, others were doing the same, but not quite like we were. That was something we did not like at all. We ended up fighting each other instead of helping people.

The farewells

Last time I saw my father`s side of the family was during my grandfather`s birthday. We all knew we wouldn`t see each other for a long time as I`m going to another city.

That might not have been the case if I needed some help with driving and I`d get a chance to see my father again. "We might still see again," I said. And so it happened that last weekend I went driving with him on Saturday.

"Told you I`d see you again."

Back to cable TV

I had somehow managed to transport myself back in time and into my younger self. This is one of the things I have wanted to happen and for some time it seemed very real. For some reason I visited my grandparents with my father. We didn`t do the usual things like chatting and eating some food. There were no newcomers to the family present as they had not yet been born.

Instead of leaving just with my father, my grandparents went along. I was left sitting on the backseat with them and decided to tell them about how I traveled back to year 2002 and have knowledge of what the coming years would bring.

All I could muster up was that they would lose cable TV.

Mats

We were in the underground gym (if you can even call it that) and there was some crazy stuff going around in there. However we got announced that it was soon time to leave as others were to have their turn. Everyone picked up something, I ended up with an enormous blanket. As I was carrying it away, the new guys (girls, actually), shouted for me to stop because I had taken the wrong thing. They were here to dance ballet or something and wanted the mats gone. Okay, so we all came back and took some mats. One of the girls would call me an idiot and look down on me for some reason. I just ignored it.

Complete hypnosis

Perhaps you have heard of Kyokasuigetsu. It is a complete hypnosis that goes into effect immediately. A swamp can appear as a beautiful garden and a devastating defeat may seem like the greatest victory. Even if you realize you`re under it, there is nothing you can do.

That is what I thought when I set out to test it. I decided to do  this on a cashier and play dumb if she notices me walking out without paying the money. To my disappointment, simply walking out didn`t work. Maybe it wasn`t that allpowerful at all or it was something other than complete hypnosis. Or maybe I wasn`t good at wielding it? I acted like I forgot to pay and was having trouble with memories.

The second experiment was more successful. Instead of walking away, I made two 1-euro bills seem like 50 + 25 bills. She didn`t know the difference.

Angel radio

As a demon I could not stand this at all. I went and dismembered the angel responsible for the radio and dug multiple graves for different parts of his body. Found it was great making fun of him so I kept the head.

<<Switch characters>>

I really wondered what had happened to Angel radio. The usual host was gone and now something completely different was going on in there. No information either, so no one knew what happened.

<<Switch back>>

You see, angels don`t die very easily. You can slice one apart and you still haven`t killed it. This guy was no different and even though all that was left of him was the head, he was still alive and talking. I decided to dump his head under a building, where he later started to cry for help.

Me, me and myself

Tööõpetuse õpetaja võttis kätte ja tegi võtmetest koopia . Pole ime, sest tal vist muud oma ajaga polnudki teha, see amet on mõttetu.

Ma kloonisin ennast, nii oligi minust kaks koopiat. Muidugi mitte identset, sest elu kujundab meie isiksust ja välimust. Üks neist oli lausa tüdruk. Kuidas? Meestel on X kromosoom ka olemas, see tasub vaid Y kromosoomi asemele peegeldada.

Kahjuks ei saanud teised sellest eksperimendist aru ning meid pandi vangi. Õigupoolest oli see mingi vilets kool. Peagi korraldasime sealt jailbreak`i. Me ei tormanud kohe välja, vaid peatusime meessoost klooniga ühes pottidega täidetud kongis. Potid ei olnud potid. Kui kaas pealt ära võtta, siis oli näha, et neil sees õõnsust polnud. Minu teine mina vajutas pottidele peale ning ilmus must määrduv õli, millega hakkas ta seinu värvima. Mulle ta seda trikki ei õpetanud, kuid ka mina puudutasin potti näpuga ja määrisin seina.

Jooksime paljalt mööda maa-alust koridori. Üles oleks olnud liiga riskantne minna, seal tabataks meid. Järsku läksid tuled kustu ning klammerdusime paremale seina külge, mida mööda hiilisime ühe ukseni, mis ei viinud üles. Avades selle leidsime end tööõpetuse klassis, kuid kõik aknad olid kinni ja välja me ei saanud. Hakkasin paaniliselt seda võtit otsima, õpetaja laua sahvris seda polnud. Lõpuks leidsime ning me ronisime välja ja ruttasime paljalt keset talve koju.

Kodus ei saanud kaua rahu, sest peagi koputas uksele keegi. See oli suur musklites mees, kelle vastu poleks me saanud. Minu naissoost kloon aga avas ukse ja läks talle kallale. Läksime temaga kaasa.

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Jalutasin metsas ning jõudsin kohta, kuhu olen ennemgi oma rännakutel sattunud. See on ilus suur aed, kus on rohkelt lilli, uhke maja, väike surnuaed ja mälestusmärk ühele hukkunule. Surnuaia leidsin kohe üles, kuid mälestusmärgiga polnud nii lihtne. Ma oleks vist jäänudki seda otsima, kui ette poleks juhtunud üks tüdruk. Ta tassis kasti, milles olid skulptuurikujude jäsemed. Mind nähes hakkas ta natuke pahandama.

"Mis sa siin teed? See on meie aed!"

Ma ei lausunud sõnagi. Vaatasin ringi. Ka tema isa oli siin, kuid teda ei huvitanud minu kohalolu. Ta pigem vorpis magmast skulptuure. Keerasin ringi ning hakkasin vaikselt minema jalutama. Kuid tüdruk vast vastuseta mind minna ei tahtnud lasta. Mind tabas kaelale mingi ümmargune ese, mille ta mõne tööriistaga oli tulistanud. Ega see mulle üllatuseks tulnud ning õnneks ei teinud see üldse haiget. Jätkasin täiesti rahulikult jalutamist ning ei teinud isegi välja.

Ta ruttas mulle kaasa ning muutus nüüd sõbralikumaks.

"See tee viib metsa. Sa eksid ära."

"Metsast ma tulin ja ära ei eksi."

Ümberringi oli lumi ja hoolimata sellest, et tulime just rohelisest aiast, muutus ilm väga külmaks. Me vestlesime igasugustel teemadel.

"Minu isa on skulpturist ja ta õpetas ka mind seda tööd tegema. Ma läksin ära, et muud õppida ja kui tagasi tulin, siis ta mind enam ei õpetanud. Ta ütles mulle, et kui ma olen midagi katkestanud, siis las nii see ka jääb. Nüüd aitan teda mõnikord, kuid ise enam skulptuure ei valmista."

Video games

Maybe I`ve been playing too much Prototype 2, because all I did this time was fly from building-to-building in a New York setting. The view was 3rd person, which I don`t like that much, unless it`s centered on the character. Mõne unistus võibki olla kõrgel taevas vabalt ringi lennata, kuid minu jaoks oli see igav. Sama, mis mängu enda mängimine ja kuigi esimesed 5 minutit õhus lennelda on lõbus, harjud ja tüdined sellest kiirelt ära, sest kaua sa ikka lendad? Igatahes oli Prototype`i unes mängida üks neist asjadest, mida ma olen tahtnud teha ning nüüd on see ka ära proovitud. Järgmisena võiks Portal kahte näha.


Mu mälu hakkab vist vaikselt paremaks minema, sest hiljuti mäletan rohkem kui üht unenägu. Tavaliselt on need väga erinevad, kuid kuigi ka seekord oli kogemus võrreldamatu, siis tegemist oli samuti videomänguga, lihtsalt erinev stiil.

Teist žanrit pole ma juba ammu mänginud. Meenutas hack and slash mänge. Vaade siis taevast, ent mitte väga kaugelt. Tegevus toimus Tristramile sarnanevas külakeses, kuid puudus põrgusse viiv kirik. Palju elanikke seal ei olnud, sest nad olid bandiitide eest põgenenud. Nagu tavaliselt uuemates mängudes, siis oli paar tähtsat tegelast ja ülejäänud isikud jäid tagaplaanile. Siin ei saanudki elanikega rääkida. Oli vaid üks (ilus ja noor) nõid, kes andis ühe ülesande, ilmus mõnikord küla erinevates paikades üles, mõnikord oli üldse kadunud ning temaga sai asjade eest kaubelda. Tema antud ülesannet ma kohe täitma ei läinud. Ma vaatasin pigem, mis ida pool leida oli. Guess what I found? Nothing but bandits and goatmen. Läksin saagiga tagasi ja müüsin maha. Tasub vist mainida, et see sarnanes hack&slash mängudega nii palju, et mul oli isegi automap peal. Ka põhjas leidus bandiite, kuid mingil hetkel sattusin kokku elite salgaga, kes valvasid suurt jämedat puud, millest vaid alumine osa ekraanile mahtus. That is so typical for these games. Klikkisin peale ja mulle anti kaks võimalust:

1)      Magic sword. Passive +2 strength +3 defense.

2)      Magic bow. Passive +3 dex.

Esimene oli justkui parem, kuid vibukütina oli minu strength stat fikseeritud 19 peale. Sellest üle lihtsalt ei saanud minna, niisiis võtsingi teise.

Two in one

One Piece. Iga tegelane kasutas üht new move`i. What`s your new move?

Minu kontaktidesse oli tekkinud manipulaator. Ta põhimõtteliselt valitses mu elu ja temast ei saanud kuidagi lahti. Ma olin Jägala suvemajas koos perega ning üks uus perekonnaliige küsis minult tema MSN-i. I came up with some sorry excuse and tried to get his attention away from that. Ta sai selle minult ikkagi.

Black magic

Oli keskag. Mina ja üks partner olime musta maagia artifactide otsingul. Me polnud mingid inglid, meie eesmärk oli neid kasutada, et ise rohkem võimu saada. Olime parajasti sihiks võtnud metsa nimega Ragshell. Nimelt paiknes seal ühe rituaaliga seotud ala, kus viimasel ajal oli nähtud kummalisi asju. See koht erines ülejäänud metsast selle poolest, et mõned puud olid justkui kännuks saetud ning seejärel lohk kännu sisse uuristatud. Kuid ega inimene selliseid asju teinud. See oli ka sohusem kui muud kohad ning sügavale minnes võis arvata, et oled sattunud koopasse, mille seinad on juurdega kaetud. Kahjuks midagi me ei leidnud, kuigi avastasime, et see oli suurem kui kaardil olev ala.

Mungad põletasid küünlaid ning laususid palveid. Seal oli ka see poiss, kelle pärast tulime. Must maag, nagu meiegi, ent tal pidi talenti olema, et nii noorelt sellega tegeles. Minu partner võttis meid tutvustamata tal käest kinni ning libistas sõrmega üle poisi käe, lisades paar võlusõna. Selle tähendus? See oli justkui märguanne, et we know who you are and we are one of you. Poisi käele tekkis hetkeks ämbliku tätoveering ning mungad enam ei palvetanud. Ei, nad vaatasid seda imelikku meest, kes altaripoisile võõras keeles midagi veidrat ütles. Algul oli nende silmis segadus, siis hirm. Mõni astus isegi paar sammu eemale.

Kuid meil oli neist ükskõik. Hakkasime poissi pinnima. Ta soovis Ragshell`i elustada ning tema tahtejõu tulemusel oli mets muutunud. Näitasime talle isegi kaarti ning oma kaardistatud ala, see koht oli kaks korda suuremaks kasvanud.