Dreamlog/06.14.10/The Bed, The Robowhore fire, and The Freeway Exit to Mexico.

I was in a real nice bedroom.

As if "real nice" were a color, or an atmosphere, it would be light blue. Whatever that means. Fresh I guess... like it was near a pool in the backyard.

Like I woke up in Rio.

The windows were open, and a bed was situated really low to the ground. Pull your bed frame out from under the box spring low - Just how I like it.

It was lush with plants, and also very intimate. Tucked in the backyard like a guesthouse, and about as big as a garage. It was either owned by my brother or part of his place...

*After waking up to take a piss, I remember one of my shipmates showing me a Green dry-erase marker for his rack, before I went back to sleep. He liked that I used one for reminders, and decided to gank my idea so that he could write reminders in his rack as well.

Next Dream...

As if I entered a video-scape (video game+landscape), I'm fighting off video game style terminator enemies by lighting them on fire with some sort of low-tech fire starter.

It was like a magnifying glass to an ant, and it would burn 'em up like a disco inferno.

There was an abandoned building in this post apocalyptic desert.

An Asian girl with a blonde feathered hairdo pops out of nowhere. Robowhore!

She's rubbing her whole torso. Either she had, or had taken off a skimpy stripper/hooker style bikini. She tells me she's hot, while she continues to rub herself seductively.

I don't even know if she's human. I tell her to keep rubbing herself, and then her chest starts to flame up a bit.

She just keeps rubbing! It doesn't even phase her that she's on fire.

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So I see a shantytown style alleyway, that leads to a television. An Asian advertisement appears promoting Robowhore. The repetitive mall kiosk type of advertisement.

Then in a separate scene, my shipmate AM3 Bean tells me that he took the I-25 exit to Mexico.

It's the closest exit to my location, but I think to myself that it may not actually go there. I still take it, driving my slammed Veedub.

...and I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/5.15.2010/Out to Sea: The End of Something, and the Floating Tree-stump/Face-thing.

I'm at school again.

I start off in a hallway. I'm in front of the lockers, and I'm gathering my back pack.

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For some reason: I feel Asian?

I'm dressed in blue jeans and a flannel shirt. She wears it better though:

I grab my peacoat and beanie from the locker.

I get a call from someone telling me that it is cold and snowing.

I know this, and head outside, and away from the school.

So with my backpack, I'm walking in the area of town we call "The Lower Valley". It's snowing, but I'm not cold. I turn right at a major cross street and head North.

As I walk down the major street, I enter a desolate forest area of the street. The scenery is like nuclear winter.

Small little asian pagodas line the curb.

I continue to walk, and turn my head right as I pass the next street. The entire block is snowy, full of junked autos, and postwar aftermath.

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What looks like a tree stump starts to float.

As this thing floats and rotates, I hear evil ice cream truck music.

The tree stump is alive and looking right at me!

...and, I'm awake again.