Unreal Tournament

Last night my dream was of the future rather than the past. Finding myself in the tournament, to prove something, I was deeply disappointed at the new variety of weapons and the difficulty of aiming. I was in the game, but I was also playing it. There was some sort of RC miniature mechanical tank that I couldn't figure out how to control. The shock rifle was still there as well as the plasma gun. A new weapon added was the deagle and a variety of the lightneing gun. It was extremely frustrating. Immersed as I was, I was aware of the fruitlessness of playing. "Why am I even doing this?" I kept asking myself. I still don't know, perhaps it's a sign for me to stop playing video games anbd focus in life on what matters. Stop trying to escape life temporarily through an alter-ego and instead build a permanent escape in this reality. The more I try to recall it, the more frustrating it becomes. Dreams are fluid when remembered, fractured when deferred.

Opaque Glass

Last night my dream was so real and thoroughly endowed with meaning. But just like most times I dream, I rolled over and went back to sleep and hence forgot most of it. I will try to recall what I can here.

I don't know exactly how it began, but I think I was the servant to some immortal figure, gluttonus and corrupt. He always had a girl with him, and when he found another eplacement girl, he would kill the first one. I served him pizza, but instead of eating it, he smothered it all over his face, citing that it absorbed the grease. At some point, maybe before that, I was lost in Rush Rhees library, on the 11th floor, and I couldn't find the 12th floor for the life of me. Finally I ran into a janitor who directged me to stairs that led to the 12th floor, but not before I explained to him something. I don't remember what it was.

Then I think I may have woken up, then fell bask asleep and dreamed again. This time I related something to the movie Rocky Balboa. Susan, my 4th dimensional self spoke to me. She told me to stay focused and do my work, she spoke some sort of prophecy to me, perhaps about my own death? I really don't know. I should have paid for attention to it. Hopefully more of it will come back to me.