Last night, I had some CRAZY dreams, and my fluxing in and out of them was very very strange but interesting. I usually don't share stuff as random as this, but here goes anyway, just because I was so active in these that when I woke up, my sheets and pillows had all been flung out of place or onto the floor.
First, I had a dream about a psychic picture service. What they would do is send you a packet of photographs BEFORE you went on vacation, then you would go on vacation, and when you got home, you were supposed to open the psychic's photos and see how close they were to actual experiences you had on vacation. I laughed at the ones my parents recieved because the model they used for my father had WAY too much hair.
Next thing I know, I'm at Brandon's grandparents house with him, and the dogs (three shitsus) had run away, and we had to go and find them. So we were walking, racing some other people to try and find these dogs. Then, we walked by a bank with an ATM, and I said, "Hey, this is a dream, so let's go get a car out of the ATM and drive it to find them." Brandon asked me, "It won't charge my card in real life?" and I said it wouldn't. He put his card in, and out came a mini-van with some kids in it, and I said, "No, we don't want kids," and they went away. We got into the van anyway, and I guess I must have been getting horny at this part of the dream, because then I'm only wearing a tank top and blue and yellow sparkly PacMan underwear. Of course, Brandon is using one hand to drive, and the other for my enjoyment. I would never fool around in a moving car in REAL life, but it was a lot of fun in a dream world.
Somehow, we reach a destination, and the dream completely shifts, and I'm no longer in the dream, at least, not as myself. We're at a virtual army training ground, where a bunch of new recruits are using virtual head gear and guns in a game of man hunt to see who the best soldier is. The winner is a girl, her name is Private Harry, and she sneaks under a jeep and takes out everyone else. I'm under the jeep watching her do this. The reason she did so well was because she was able to envision all the people coming close to her spot...and somehow she actually manipulated the computer system into having the rest of the participants, unknowingly, conform to her vision. The system had told the soldiers to check something out in her area, and they all had walked into her trap. The men in charge see this through the computer's log, and take her away for some "special training".
Harry and I are in a dark room, and while I watch from an omniscient position, she is put into a sensory deprivation tank with many kinds of computer electronics hooked up to her brain. When they turn the machine on, I see what she is seeing, and I try to help her, as she's thrown into darkness and given orders on what to create with her mind. They keep telling her this thing and that, but I'm only letting her make a rollercoaster. They keep asking for legions of armies, and together, we make soft-serve vanilla ice cream instead. They turn off the machine, and I'm no longer in Harry's head with her. I'm outside, seeing the men in charge calling it quits for the day and walking out.
That's about when I woke up. Probably of no interest to anyone but myself, but it was something I had to put down as it was a unique experience.