Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 11/9/2016
By Fitful
This is all the same dream and flows sequentially. I was living with a couple young people. I was on a computer, documenting something someone had done, a little short video, my opinion really, and i uploaded it to this website where you just uploaded videos like this, and it became news. It was, this website, was like this massive hub of clips of information, and didn't have solid structure, but everything just floated around, connected to each other by keywords, one thing led you to this, led you to this, led you... There wasn't even a search feature. Anyway I uploaded this video, and the very next morning on the news it had gone viral, as a news story or something equally or even more important. I also won a lot of money, a lot of money, like 3 million. I went quickly on to my profile page and it was true I had won the money. They were currently transferring it into my account there. I was elated for all of a moment when I realized something. I think there was a rather harsh catch, like it was money only to be used on that site, or it was 3 million points which had to be used on that site or converted, and the conversion was a doozy. Which wasn't fair and wasn't the way that lottery went but.. Yeah. So I was cheated out of a proper windfall. Later I was shooting for more stories. It was night time and raining. I had a camera, which was also a bow and arrow, maybe some sort of technology which was a camera that could kill, and I was aiming it a me, the version of me in the restaurant. I was, forward in time a few minutes, or shifted reality so I could occur the same time in two places or something. And I was pointing this camera which could kill me at myself, when suddenly a cardboard cutout of something important to me, which I could never see and cant remember what it was of, caught on fire right in front of me, and I had to run and put it out. I went home and tried to make more stories, videos, but they felt forced to me. Like I was trying and before they flowed easily. I had just moved into a college dorm. Ah yes that's it, and I was a boy, young man, in a suit, who bought a duplex, but then had to drop out, and couldn't get rid of the duplex. His friends, a really awesome bunch of friends all found out he was destitute and didn't have even clothes and started giving him their old shirts. The first guy gave him this pale paisley Hawaii thing, very gay but tasteful, and very nice of the guy. Said it was old, he didn't need it anymore, then the guy who was me kept finding more and more shirts and stuff in his dorm, in a box by the door he was really grateful. I was the same personality, same situation, but I was female and myself mostly, and I was going through the halls, finding my classes for the day. I saw a guy twice I said I liked his hair, it was much like mine, almost white and spikey, very similar haircut too. I ended up my last class of the day, English 1.2 something and there was a woman teacher setting up here, I was still looking for my class, it said I had yet another class with a male teacher at the opposite end of the hall so I was about to leave when I heard her say my name on the list of names of people who weren't yet here, I said I am here and she told me to sit, I saw marked in pencil on my schedule I was supposed to be in her class. She even remarked to the whole class I was pretty for an orphan, or someone on charity, or something to that effect, that she had expected someone plain but I was actually pretty. I remarked back I even have a nice shirt, but it was an awkward retort and really not worthy of my wit, just showed my shyness cause I tripped over it. I sat at her table with my roommate. I tried to sit far away from the teacher, but my roommate shifted not wanting to sit next to me because she was fat and took up most of the side of the table, and we ended up moving places around the table a couple times. Finally we settled, and I said something to my roommate about stuff which was going on at home. We tossed that back and forth and then the teacher interrupted and we sorta dismissed it, explaining we were roommates. She then shifted expression like asking what kind of roommates, and I was quick to backtrack. Not that kind of roommates. I pointed at my roommate and said, she's straight, and I don't want to be with anyone right now. I don't know what's wrong with me. The teacher then proceed to get up and prance around me, with cinnamon, and dump cinnamon into my hair, something about grounding me. I wanted to look up the properties of cinnamon but she was still dumping cinnamon into my hair, combing it in with her fingers, ect. I was a little concerned my hair would get dirty.