Drinking Buddies

First off, I would like to apologize for the fact that it has been so many months since I last posted in either of my blogs (not that anyone reads them at this point, but oh well). However, I plan to get back to it in the hopes of someday acquiring a following, so I'm starting with my most recent dreams (these two occurred on the night before last).



The first dream started with ten men on a bus. I didn't notice this during the dream, but they were all completely identicle; white guys with brown hair, brown jackets, blue dress shirts, and nondescript faces. Then, right as the bus' door was closing, an eleventh man (who looked the same as the first ten) climbed on. From this point on, he and the tenth man on board grew distinct personalities within the group, the others just fading into the background. #11 was very friendly and everyone liked him; everyone, that is, except for #10, who was determined to be made miserable by #11's presence, feeling replaced considering he had caused them to exceed their maximum number. Soon, the bus arrived at an Irish bar (yes, bar, not pub) and the men went inside. The atmosphere inside was light and cheery, and it was empty of people. The only thing there was a bar with ten identicle beer mugs sitting in a straight line along it. The men approached the bar and #10 was about to complain about there not being enough mugs when #11 opened his briefcase, which was completely empty except for a single beer mug. Everyone commented that it was perfectly identicle to the others, which it was, and the man explained that this was because he had gotten it as a souvineer when he had gone to this very same bar on his first date with his wife.
The men drank and then fell asleep, but my dream fast forwarded right past this, not showing it at all. It skipped straight to everyone waking up again. However, the group was no longer eleven identical men. #11 had turned into me, and the first ten had turned into a group of my friends from real life. One of them was exclaiming that a train was derailing nearby and was about to crash into the bar, so we all ran outside and up a green, grass-and-clover-covered hill. I was worried I wouldn't make it because I'm a slow runner to begin with and I was bare-foot and could feel dew on the grass, but we all made it in plenty of time. Looking back, we could see the bar, train tracks running behind it, and behind that, a town. The town had 5-10 people wandering around in it, a few of which were randomly dressed like Christmas elves, and seemed unrealistically large in scale compared to the other things in the scene. Then the train went by, still perfectly following the track. We all commented that we were lucky it missed us, and one of my other friends mentioned that the population in town hadn't grown after the passage of the train, like it usually does. Immidiately after he said this, however, a whole horde of people started walking into town.



My other dream started with a man who's looks resembled that of a typical Grey Alien, except that he was dressed in starry blue robes, like a wizard. He was on the second floor of a place, and he was standing next to the hole in the floor through which a concave wall rose. Beside him stood a stereotypical fat little boy dressed in a horizontally-stripped shirt taunting him for his lack of ability to play video games. In order to prove himself, the tall, thin man jumped through the hole, slowing his decent by grabbing onto ropes and knobs that dangled from the curved wall's interior. From the moment his feet hit the sandy floor below, however, he changed. His clothing was now a pair of tattered, pale jeans and a T-shirt, and I was seeing everything from his perspective. He was in a video game of sorts. He had three options of where to go; he could go up a ramp that returned him to the second floor, or he could go through the enterance of the place he was in and turn left or right. He chose the right path. It was, however, barred by a guard rail like that you would see along the side of the road. Before hopping over it, he stopped to read what was enscribed onto it. There was a threanening message there, and though I can't remember it verbatim, it did involve people who liked frogs and many very violent verbs. He realized he needed more weaponry before going there, and so went back up the ramp to the second floor, which was now his home. I realized that he was a member of a crime-fighting family, except that he was, unlike the rest of them, incompetent. He didn't understand anything, but he hid it from his family through careful conversational techniques. A woman suddenly appeared, who I assumed to be his sister. He asked her for a weapon, saying he didn't know where they were because people took some on missions. She asked what he already had and he showed her a weak knife and a very small gun, which he gathered through their conversation was good for nothing more than shooting a stream of paint at someone. She gave him a better gun, taking the safety off (which he was glad of since he didn't know how to work the safety), and a stronger knife as well. Then she left and he continued his adventure.
After jumping over the guardrail, he encountered a waterfall and stopped to feel the mist on his face. Then he went into this underground, sewer-like place. He came across three children here; two, a brother and sister pair, did nothing but watch him, but the third, a little boy (perhaps the one from the beginning of the story, I don't know) threw knives at him while his mother complained aloud to herself that she must have raised him badly. Then I woke up.