I Have Some Pretty Crazy Dreams
I dunno, lately I've been having a lot of weird dreams, or at least just dreams I can remember in general. Last week, when I was sick, it was just one weird dream after another--some of them have been inspiring and helped me come up with some good story ideas, and others are just plain weird.
So the last dream gave me a really good idea for a story, since that stuff can be psychologically traumatizing. So, combined with some social satire on today's youth's lack of discipline and school administration and parent's failure to really correct it, and the fact that the Holocaust was generally hidden for those who weren't involved, I will write this:
A school has decided to test a new disciplinary method where they psychologically traumatize students when they've broken rules. For example, if a student is caught cheating, they'll be traumatized to the point they're paranoid that they're always being watched. Parents and the rest of the world don't know what's going on, since students who are traumatized can't say anything and other students are so afraid to speak out against the administration. Then, there are a group of students who are trying to get the word out and bring down the disciplinary code.
Yeah, I might as well be on crack.
- Manjoume (yeah, from GX. For some reason, I decided to watch YGO: GX The Abridged Series one day and decided to pick up the actual show in Japanese) was giving a group tour of Duel Academia but kept staring at my boobs the whole time, although, that really isn't anything new for me. -_- Anyway, he kind of kicked everyone out of the tour except me, got down on one knee, told me how infatuated he was with me and then proposed. I don't even remember replying, but suddenly I'm in a strip mall parking lot with my mom and there's this weird, short, crazy guy standing outside this supermarket. Apparently, he'll attack anyone who he sees, so my Mom and I start running to our car and at the last second he notices us. Mom and I are already in the car, so she hightails out of there. Then I woke up.
- My parents sat me down and told me they were getting a divorce. After this, they started to neglect David and I, so Andrew had to drop out of school to take care of us. I felt so bad, because I knew my brother would be better off still in school so he could be an engineer because I knew that's what he really wanted to do in life. I think I woke up crying from this one but I can't remember.
- Kate and I were running through the school, but then it suddenly turned into a mall. This mall had a dance instruction room, though so Kate and I were hanging out in there with some other people. Then, the dream just totally shifts gears. There's a girl standing right before me. We're in a plain white room, and she looks just like Lady GaGa in the music video for "Alejandro" expect she has black hair and blue eyes. Then I realize, I'm not me but a boy. And the girl is actually an android. But she's smiling and holding boy!me's hands. Then there's a flash and Inception App-sounding music. Suddenly we're lying down a white rising platform. She's still smiling happily, and holding one of my hands. However, boy!me is lying on the platform... cut in half. And you can see all my internal organs cut in half and everything. Then I woke up.
So the last dream gave me a really good idea for a story, since that stuff can be psychologically traumatizing. So, combined with some social satire on today's youth's lack of discipline and school administration and parent's failure to really correct it, and the fact that the Holocaust was generally hidden for those who weren't involved, I will write this:
A school has decided to test a new disciplinary method where they psychologically traumatize students when they've broken rules. For example, if a student is caught cheating, they'll be traumatized to the point they're paranoid that they're always being watched. Parents and the rest of the world don't know what's going on, since students who are traumatized can't say anything and other students are so afraid to speak out against the administration. Then, there are a group of students who are trying to get the word out and bring down the disciplinary code.
Yeah, I might as well be on crack.