My dreams are taking control of me.

No really. The term “lucid dreaming” basically means that you are fully aware of that you are dreaming, and that you can manipulate the dream. Now I’m nowhere near being able to have a lucid dream, nor am I trying to, but its starting to become that every time I make a decision in my dreams something bad happens. For example:

This morning, I had a dream about how I was like, staying at this fancy hotel-resort thing. It was like, a graduation party or something. I was hanging out with friends right, and we’re havign a good time, until I decide that I want to break away and explore the place. I find an arcade, and I want to play some DDR. Somebody starts to ridicule me, and when I whip around I see two people. One of them is Daniel Liberatore, or however his last name is spelled. He’s an okay guy, but I learned pretty harshly on our Government project that he’s not the most reliable. Next to him is someone I didn’t know, but in the dream I can tell he was the one dissing me. We start arguing, and the unnamed guy is really effing arrogant. The arugement breaks down, and I tear off the guy’s ear. Yeah I know, it’s weird. Trust me, it gets worse.

He laughes like a madman, and I flee knowing that he’ll call some sort authority figure on me. I spend the rest of the dream running and hiding in the unfamiliar area, completely paranoid about getting caught. Here’s the thing though, before I’m caught, I manage to will away the events that transpired, and I’m back in a room with my friends again. I’m freaked out, and I see the unknown guy in the room, talking with other people, but he has both ears and he doesn’t know who I am. I think I’m safe, but when I decide to play a video game, I’m controlling an avatar of myself in a survival horror game, very much like Resident Evil. As I play the game, I keep getting killed gruesomely and there’s like, blood in the game walls refering to the incident in the arcade. It wasn’t fun.

This morning wasn’t the only time my dreams went sour. In fact, every dream I’ve had since I got back my room has been really terrible. Not nightmares where I wake up in fear, but dreams that just f**k iwth me. I don’t know what it is. I just don’t. Once, I had a dream where I had tanbark and splinters embedded deeply into the soles of my feet. The feeling was so real, when I woke up, I was afraid to move my feet because my feet tingled the way they did in the dream. I need a normal dream please.

I could be blogging about UC Davis prep, assorted hangouts with friends, or experiences at work, but I haven’t felt like it yet. Expect another post about dreams following soon <.<

Edit: Remember when I said I applied for a position with Saizen fansubs? Well I just noticed one of the people from Saizen put a comment on that post, added on the 17th. I gotta say thanks for the clarification, and sorry for being bitter, lol.

Timestamp – 11:15 PM