The Rocket Launcher

It seemed to be a normal day when it happened. I was in the back of a park where people were meeting and listening to a speaker. In between me and the back of the audiance was a jungle gym of sorts. As far as I remember, I was walking with my friend Devon along the back of the Jungle gym on a platform when we saw someone holding a remote control rocket launcher and the remote to go with it. The man was somewhat overweight and stocky and had an accomplice with him that reminded me of the evil lady from 101 Dalmatians.

We hurridly walked up to the man at which time he looked up at us with startled eyes. We immediatly went to work taking the rocket launcher from him and getting rid of it. Now he was furious and we had to run. We ran through the jungle gym a few times until Devon managed to get away. Both the stocky man and his lady accomplice are after me when I ran into a dead end at one of the jungle gym balconies. My two options were to either stay there and get caught by the mad-man and -woman, or to jump onto a platform below that had a small surface area and was slanted on each side. Natually, I chose the latter.

My jump was perfect and I landed on the platform that was covered in astroturf for some reason. As I landed however, my feet slipped and I slid down the long slanted side of the platform. My body was thrown backward and my head hit the platform’s edge. I could well have gotten a concussion, and was light headed for a few moments afterward.

I stood up and turned to see if I had escaped, and my eyes met with the intensity of the mad-man’s as he contemplated making the same jump in order to catch me. He decided to go for it. The jump was not a majestic as mine, and the landing proved much more fatal. He slipped and hit his head just as I had, but he didn’t get back up. The woman after him tried the same jump, but with the same result.

So there I stood, looking at Devon with a confused expression asking what had just happened, with my head still recovering from the jump, when I woke up.

Kobe Bryant owns the Space Jam Aliens

Today is the day that I get my wisdom teeth out, it only fits that I should also have a weird dream today too, right?

I don’t remember this one as well as the other one, but what I do remember I will write down in no specific order.

I was a high profile banker, stock broker, entrepreneur, or something that wears a suit and a tie and would have access to a golf cart and a yacht. I was arguing with my buddies/coworkers on the phone as I left somewhere. They didn’t want me to go and were cursing me as I left. I vividly remember one scene of a guy that was laying on a massage table or a pool chair, and as he saw me leave he got up, grabbed his cellphone and keys, and ran to his car to follow me. I got into a nice car, BMW I think, and raced through the streets to a basketball arena. My buddies/coworkers were following me. When I arrived inside the arena I could see a strange game of basketball going on. The hoop was upside-down and Kobe Bryant might as well have been the only player on the court. I can’t quite remember, but I think he was playing against the Space Jam creatures.

That’s as far as I can remember.

My most realistic dream ever

No school today. I woke up at six to the Bob and Tom Show on my iHome. It shut off at seven o’clock, and I fell back asleep soon after that.

My dream started in a theater/lecture hall. It was the atmosphere of my American Experience class. Kids were moving seats at random, and at the front stage skits were being put on my the students. The groups were the different rows. When it came to my row, I had been moving seats so it was just me and Devon Kelleher in the row. We had no idea we had to put on a skit, so when we got up to the stage we grouped in the back and talked about what we were to do. I suggested something along the lines of he standing on the stage and saying “Oh I wish upon a star, to splay for the Dallas football team.” Then I would say “Wish granted!” and throw a football, it would hit him in the head, and he would fall down. Then I would say “But be careful what you wish for!” The lights dimmed for added effect as we prepared on stage. Instead of following the script, he talked so quietly that not even I could hear what he was saying. The audience was starting to whisper and squirm so I just got up and tried to make it look like the skit was over by saying “Alright, good job Devon!” and clapping.

We walked back to our seats, and by now only one seat was open in my row. It was the seat next to Rissa. I sat next to her an said “I didn’t know you were in this class, Rissa.” “Really? Cause I was sitting right there,” she replied a pointed one row back. I looked back and laughed something like “That’s strange, I never knew that.” She smiled told me that she like my skit because it was the most random one. As something was happening on stage, people grew quiet so Rissa and I had to lean into each other and whisper to continue talking. The conversation went on and I don’t remember what we said, but the entire dream was incredibly life-like. I couldn’t see that well because it was dark, but I felt her hand hit mine, so I grabbed it. Our fingers were locked for the rest of the dream as we sat and watched the stage. I remember that I could feel her warm, soft hands. At one point, the teachers were throwing tennis balls into the stage. One came right to me, so I caught it and threw it back to the teacher, as we were supposed to do. Rissa looked at me and said “Nice throw.” It was a nice throw, it hit the teacher right in the chest. Some other time, Rissa leaned in front of me, although I couldn’t tell if she wanted me to put her arm around her or whatnot, so I didn’t.

After that, the dream skipped ahead and I was outside. Kids were throwing footballs and things, I was in the middle of running or something. I walked back inside and picked up my backpack from the lecture hall and put on my hoodie. The teachers said thanks and gave me my cell phone, I’m not sure why. They also said thanks for the tennis ball I must have had in my backpack. This dream was so lifelike that I was wearing the same thing as the day before the dream – my Ohio State Basketball hoodie, jeans, black Starbury shoes, and a plain white t-shirt underneath the hoodie. I even had a rope around my neck tied in a Windsor knot because I was practicing that same knot on that same rope the night before. As I walked down the hall, I looked for Rissa but I couldn’t find her. I turned a corner and walked past the area with the two stairways, the one that leads one end into the Commons, and the other end into the study hall and the science wing. I still couldn’t find Rissa. That is about when I woke up.