Mike, 20, and this is the shit i like.
From latest night(unedited):
many dreams, ominous. 1st one: Lyra, Jeremy, Nick and I are driving along to s pot to smoke because there’s supposed to be something cool about it to smoke there. it’s like a huge, clean Wal-Mart parking lot, but lots of trees and nature since it was out of the main city area. we all get out too look around to find the right spot, when all of a sudden sirens start getting loud very fast, so we realize it’s a stoner trap and we immediately scatter. I start sprinting faster than I thought I could, my heart starts racing in my actual chest in the real world. I feel like a dart being thrown by my own force, until I get to the big dense around it, but where it breaks there are only the house and backyards with no cover from the cops. the only thing I can do without invading someone’s home is to find an indent in the grass and shrink down as low as possible laying on the ground. I feel as if I escaped. the intensity was so strong that it woke me out of the dream with all the adrenalin. I didn’t see the time because my eyes weren’t awake yet. After, I’m hanging out around south buffalo and I see my friends, around some slides in a tall playground, the way a normal size one would feel to a kid, and on the sidewalk of what seemed McKinley and me and my south buffalo younger friends are hanging out and “partying” when another force similar to the cops in the sense of the fear of being “attacked,” but without the authority divided us and I find safelty in the idea of having to go to a family event because they pull me away from the “nightlife” that I exist with. at the party, my mood starts to slowly decline, and then I feel sick and then I’m angry and being grumpy and in pain with no outlet or release, so I go to the van to drive around I think, and after parking this guy comes up and asks for directions next dream had to do with going to an to a certain building, I tell him he’s in the wrong complex and give him a ride to the right one, he’s friendly, probably a college kid, and after we get out he slaps up his friend outside and he tells him to enjoy, so, drugs. since I’m feeling bad, I ask him to look at what he’s got, but we have to go back to my car so I can look at it. it feels like 2 dime bags in a bigger bag. I put it in my hoodie pocket, and strangely he says that’s too obvious, only people with drugs do that and cops would know, interactive museum, reminiscent of the but I disregard it. After trying to get a closer look in the van, it still looks like 2 bags, but he’s trying to hurry it up but in a goofy, things to do, kinda way. when I get the light on to look, it just Bush and pine needles and leaves, but he knew that and still felt they were good for something, and when I have the bag all opened and I’m disappointed, he grabs them from me. in the side view mirror I see this black kid with classes and a coat behind the van, kinda looking past it, kinda waiting, and it seems to have become late fall or early winter. I’m about to worn the guy but either I don’t care or realize he doesn’t even have anything worth stealing and say nothing. Right then as we get out. I see the black kid behind me with a friend start walking up, and they call to us casually like they have something to do for us. then he says he’s gonna need the money and pulls out a pocket knife, while he talked I had the key between my fisted up fingers, but all me and the college kid can do is run. again, running. I feel weighted this time. with the clothes, the sickness, and the bad mood, I can’t get away and I’m stopped at the building ahead. the kid with glasses has the knife point right at my spine, and then the friend grabs my left arm holding the sleeve down. I’d given up, no begging, no desparte fight I couldn’t win, since if he was willing to kill for a few bucks not know if it was 10 or 100, then I had no hope. there was no resolution. The next dream was being taken to an interactive science museum like the Gross museum for kids, but more advanced, by I think my father figure. it was fun and exciting, being a manipulation tool for myself in my own mind. this one was more of a toy than a story. next dream: the scene opens and I’m low to the ground with a woman scanning aroung the room with a troubled look on her face. I try to talk but notice I can’t move my mouth right and feel like I have a cold. when I finally do get some words out, I sound like a marble mouth. she looks and is treating me with a certain amount of apprehension, with a hint of disgust, only memory at this point is body language. we seem to be in a bunker or on a ship, possibly space ship. I try to get up a bit and move cosmic er but she puts and arm up and strifes away. she gives me a mask, a cross between a painter’s mask and a doctor’s operating mask, feeling like my boxer briefs. from some transition, we get to another room with more attractive girls in it and I seem to be getting a lot of attention from them, then I notice the sexual flirtation in the body language, then they move in around me and I mention maybe taking the mask off, which the response is a resounding no. from this, another vague transition to being surrounded by a medical team, then they are late teen kids all around and I notice how off my speech truly is, and then I notice, my body feels different, with strong differences of proportion to my body. then the horror strikes, and I realize, I’m in someone else’s body, with there life, and… my mouth, my nose. like a terrifying combination of zoidberg, two face, and the guy from looper how has he nose cut off in the past, I feel the deformation of the damaged wound that is this section of my face. the left side of my upper lip is tattered and torn away, my nose from the bridge down has been blown, burnt, or cut away and under the mask I feel the graphic carnage of damage. I panicked and scream out, in a voice that isn’t mine. the teens and few people around me are confused more than anything. I shout out in my marbled voice what is this?! I can’t be here, my name is Michael Burke, I’m 21 years old, and anything other identifying things I can pull from my memory. one of the teens asks me what I’m talking about, I have no real name, and no one knows who, or possibly what I am. last dream, after having woken up, but still so groggy, I awake as a women from stasis, and the ship is badly damaged. confused but alert, my experience takes over and I quickly realize the thing has escaped, and it’s more powerful than imaginable. fires, sparks, some straight from an Alien movie, I notice the creature, rummaging and rampaging. light a light footed elf and skilled martial artist, I manuer with the lightest of ease making only the most gentle of sounds, sometimes right next to the creature, only having just barely bent and contorted out of its way. then I have to get up.