Dream Theme

Lately my dreams have been strangely thematic. Each dream has been focused around one, and exactly one person I know, with brief cameos from other people. Furthermore, each dream has always had the theme that said person gets me in trouble. So far I've had three of these dreams that I recall well, and I'm going to write them down for my own personal enjoyment.

Da-Ryun

Woke up, in my underwear, in a very cold, misty forest. Looked around and somehow concluded that I was dreaming, so I conjured up some clothes and put them on - and promptly got attacked by zombies. Tried to use my lucid dreaming power to stop them, but couldn't - and so I had to run, through a very hilly forest.

While running, I contemplated how it could be that if I was dreaming, I couldn't put a stop to the zombies. Then I realized - somehow, by that magical dream deduction - that I wasn't in my own dream. Somehow, instead of waking up, I had stumbled into one of Da-Ryuns dreams.

Spent a large part of the dream trying to locate Da-Ryun's dream-self, so that I could wake her up, all the while hiding from zombies and the agents of some evil corporation that had deployed them. Eventually found that Da-Ryun was trying to steal one of the evil corporation's submarines. She was unaware that she was dreaming.

I approached her stealthily and managed to inform her of the fact just as we were about to be gunned down by the evil corporation, and Da-Ryun teleported us straight to an ambassadorial meeting with the King, the Queen, the President, and the Prime Minister of Korea(?) Somewhat to my surprise, it turned out the French ambassador was Natalie, from my IB-class. I sat back and chatted with her for a bit, until apparently Da-Ryun saw it fit to evict me from her dream.

Somehow I knew I was in my own dream again, so I lucid-conjured up some ice cream and ate it until I woke up. It was by far the strangest dream.

Kristin

This dream began when I found a hidden sauna in the university house (I think. Not entirely sure on where it was). Somehow it had been sneakily hidden behind one of the lecture halls, accessible only by the staff. I told pretty much everyone I knew about it on account of how awesome it was, and Kristin - for some reason - got obsessed with trying it out. With her usual powers of persuasion, she managed to talk the rest of us into sneaking into the university at night to use it.

We snuck into the place and began to sweat away, having a generally good time. Then, suddenly, the place was crashed by a group of loud, angry, testosterone-filled fratboys, who claimed they had a right to use the sauna because they had discovered it first. This made Kristin really, really angry - so she issued a challenge over who would have a right to it. And the challenge was...

A swimsuit sparkrace. Yes, my subconscious is apparently that deranged.

Naturally I wound up being chosen as our champion, with Kristin sitting on the seat and me being the kick-engine. The chosen track would be between my house in Karlstad, and the ICA we always go to.

It started out well, with me gaining a huge advantage on the fratboys, primarily because of how they were American and had never seen a spark before. But on the way back from ICA, on the final lap, one of them had somehow prepared the bridge so that I slipped, dumping Kristin into the extremely wee tiny stream that it crosses over. But I realized it was okay, because it's summer so she wouldn't freeze. That made me wonder why the hell there was snow around. I guess at that point my brain gave up on trying to make sense, cause I woke up.

Sara

This dream began on a train. Almost the entire dream took place on a train, but in various weird ways. I was on my way to Sara, but then suddenly she came on to the train, which mildly surprised me - she had gotten us two tickets for Cuba. What surprised me the most was how we could at all go to Cuba by train, but I didn't want to seem stupid by asking.

Somehow, magically, the same train was now headed for Cuba, but we would have to stop in the US and change trains. The train became really cramped - apparently it was popular to go to the US by train - until eventually the conductor came out, a big fat man with huge moustaches sounding like the worst parody of Göteborg you have ever heard. He explained that there had been a change of plan; rather than a detour around the US, the train would pull over to stop in Stockholm before it went on straight to Cuba.

In Stockholm, me and Sara got off to buy some provisions for the long trip to Cuba. I was really worried the train was going to leave without us, so I talked to Sara about it. She was more worried about how she had forgot to buy return tickets. Naturally, this distressed me a bit more, and I began wondering if it wouldn't be wiser to just stay in Stockholm - but Sara was hell-bent on going.

Unfortunately, as we tried to find our way back to the train, the entire station changed. It looked exactly like standing inside a game of Labyrint; entire corridors vanished, walls came out of nowhere, some opened up - and suddenly the train station was some sort of hellish maze we had to run through. Suddenly developing superhuman athletics, I dashed across the entire station le parkour-style (which was a very cool part of the dream) but to no avail - the train for Cuba had already departed. I broke down completely about having missed it and became really angry with Sara (again, for no apparent reason).

Then, the conductor appeared, apparently with the intent of trying to kill me for leaving my luggage on the train. I found it wisest to run, but was cameo-saved at the last moment by David and Love, dressed as Men In Black, who informed me that it was indeed a dream and I would do best to wake up.

So, if I've pulled you guys into my dreamscape (or vice versa, Da-Ryun) I'm very sorry for messing up your dream-selves. But none of the stupid ideas were mine, mind you.