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Sir Chucky and the Castle

Date of dream: Thursday, April 22, 2004

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A lot of this dream revolved around Chucky...but there are only a few parts that are jointed enough to describe...

At first we thought he was okay, we knew that he was a animated doll, but we thought he had gone through rehab - I was the only one who was nervous, and didn't trust him. I was getting trained as a chef, and keeping one eye on him at all times. This part took place in a medival castle (I'm not sure if we were actually IN arthurian times, but the castle certainly was built then. At some point, Chucky reverts to his former murdering self and masscres pretty much everybody in the kitchen. One girl manages to stop him by pretending she wants to have sex with him, but when he strips down her panties; she has an arm growing out of her vagina that sprays mace in his face. Then, Chucky goes and holes himself up in my old elementary school, playing piano in the gym. Me and a couple of ditzy girls (including I think, these two girls who I was friends with in my youth), surround the school and try to take him down. There is this huge kawasaki-style motorcyle parked outside the building, which I decide to get on and then proceed to drive into the elementary school. I start popping wheelies in the hallway to get Chucky's attention.

There was alot more stuff that went on in the castle, sans Chucky..like my friend Adam was training this other guy to be a chief at the same time as me. But Adam was really putting this guy through his paces; making him haul buckets of water from a well and stuff. There was also this secret staircase down to the basement (which is a reoccuring feature of many of my dreams), where a wise man lived. I went to ask him questions a few times, and there was always this crazy girl there with big BLUE eyes. She carried around this movie poster, and her question was "how can I make _____ fall in love with me?" - he was the main actor that corresponded to her movie poster, but I can't remember who it was. And one last thing - half the castle was a hospital/insane asylum/old folks home...one that was obviously from the 20th century. I was always going to this specific bathroom that was down the hall from the hospital office. At one point, I pass by this room where a group of people are watching a movie...but I didn't catch which one.

Additional Comments:

Note: My elementary school was built like a big rectangle. In the exact center was a rectanglarly shaped gym, and a hallway ran all the way around it (with two past throughs). Sort of like two rectangles nestled within one another.

Note: Throughout the dream, I was really nervous about being bitten. By anyone.

The Knitting Grease

Date of dream: Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:

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I'm knitting and I'm using this strange greasy stuff at the beginning of each row to make it easier. But the grease is getting all over my hands. I'm in my parent's house, and my brother shows up with a whole bunch of really cool-looking friends. Including this one really hot guy. But I'm all covered with grease, so I run away upstairs to the bathroom to wash off. The bathroom door isn't the normal one, it's this dark wood paneled one now, with a window in it...I don't want anyone to see me going to the bathroom, so I pull down the shade on the door-window. I walk into my brother's room, and I realize that he's been hoarding all the boardgames my family has ever had. I accuse him, but he isn't sorry.

The showgirl and the Helmet

Date of dream: Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Level of Lucidity: N/A     Level of Cohesiveness:

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I start to work for this metrosexual guy who makes his money by pretending to make matches. I find these impoverished gentlemen, take their helmets, and then we show them a picture of a showgirl, who we'll set them up with. Then we go to see the show girl, who's hiding in a phone booth, and show her the helmet. She gets all excited, and gives us 15 francs, and then her life savings, because she thinks that we're going to set her up with this guy, and she's already fallen in love with him. I think the trick is that the show girls think that the men are still rich - that's why they agree to marry them...and we make our money off the gentleman, AND the showgirl...Also, after the match, we write magazine articles about the guy we just suckered. However, when this showgirl hands me her life savings, I start to feel guilty, so I hand it back to her, and only take the 15 francs....This whole business starts to sour me on my boss, the metrosexual, so instead of writing an article about this gentleman, I write one about HIM...

Additional Comments:

Although I knew that we did this for a living, I only got to see that one match. The helmet was a roman style one, with a kind-of mohawk bristle.