Maze Running

Photo by Matt Smith

 

The Dream:

I watched a crowd of people running down a hill. I was running down the hill on the opposite side, into a valley where we would meet up and choose a partner.

I saw an annoying girl from my highschool, who came over to me and said “Let's be partners!”

I said “I don't like you, so no.”

She got really sad and started crying, so then, because her crying was annoying, I said we could be.

I went to the entrance of the maze, and ran in. I had to be really fast, because this was a contest of who could collect the most treasure in a limited time. I wanted to win – not for the treasure, but for the victory! Yay! Victory!

I zoomed over to the first thing I saw, an item spot. In each spot, you could get one item that would help you collect more treasure. Most people choose the partner communicator on the first item spot, so they can coordinate with their partner. Since I didn't like my partner I decided to ignore her and just grab as much treasure as I could so we might win. So, I chose the treasure map instead. It didn't show the maze, but it showed dots where there was treasure, and a dot where I was, so I could see if some was nearby.

As I looked at the map, I noticed that there was some treasure right behind me! I turned around and ran back to the entrance of the maze to grab it.

On the side, hidden under some rocks, were some silver coins. I swept them all into a pile, and then lay on my stomach to reach back under the furthest-away rocks to collect the last pieces of silver before I would put them all in my plastic bag (to carry them).

Unfortunately, while I was distracted reaching under some rocks and not looking at my silver pile, a sneaky guy stole my silver pile, shoveled it into his plastic bag, and ran off with it!

I chased after him as fast as I could through the maze until I saw the first item spot up ahead and realised I'd just wasted all that time for nothing. I couldn't take the silver from him anyway because he'd already put it in his bag.

I ran back to the entrance of the maze to collect the treasure I knew was there, and this time, I put it all in my plastic bag straight away. Unfortunately it wasn't as valuable as the silver had been, because this treasure was all made of plastic.

I ran into the maze to find more before the time ran out.

Then I guess the time ran out, because I woke up.

The Reaction:

I was sleeping and all of a sudden I hear some rustling in the distance... Then the rustling got louder and I woke up, laying there in the darkness at 4am I was paying attention to any more rustling noises and indeed they happened after a couple of seconds. I turn around and realized that my wife was running in her sleep, the rustling noises was her legs running under the blankets, and how fast she must be going, thinking she was having a nightmare or something and she was running for her life I woke her up, after she was half awake she told me that she had to be fast to get all the treasure and that it wasn't a nightmare...

One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure

Photo by maenad1021

 

 The Dream:

Following from The Old Man Train Driver, on the way home I had the thought “One Man's Trash Is Another Man's Treasure.”

This clearly meant I should start a brothel.

I would recruit street girls, and put them all in my rubbish dump. They would dig through the garbage and walk around looking sad and hungry, because they really would be.

I would charge money for people to go in and have sex with them. I would call it “The Trashy Experience.”

They would benefit from it too, because they'd get a small percentage of my income.

Of course, a lot of people would be worried about diseases and things, so I'd make sure the girls got health checks and stuff.

After that, I would be rich.

The Reaction:

My wife is a monster! No respect for human beings...

The Old Man Train Driver

Photo by Goldenfire

The Dream:

My mum took me to some place where there was an old man. My older cousins were there too. The man sat on a stool in front of us and said “I used to know you all when you were young.” My cousins all immediately recognised him and started crying and hugging him, and one of them apologised to him over and over. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry,” she said and cried and hugged him.

I didn't recognise him. He came over to me for a hug and I avoided it. “Sorry, I don't know you,” I said. He looked really sad, but accepted it and went back to my cousins. I went to ask my mum who he was.

“You should know! He's old and he's been sick this whole time.”

I felt guilty for forgetting him, but I still didn't remember, so she said she'd give me a clue.

“He's an engineer.” That didn't help at all. I was still confused. “He drives trains,” she continued. I thought hard and remembered when I was young there was an old man who drove trains and was really nice. It must have been him.

“I think I remember,” I said.

My mum went and got the old man and led him over to me. “She remembers,” said my mum.

The old man sat on a bench opposite me, and we stared at each other in awkward silence. After a while, the man said “Hello.”

“Hello,” I replied.

The awkward silence continued. Finally, he got up to leave and I felt guilty because he looked so sad.

“My mum tells me it was you who used to drive the train,” I blurted out.

“Yes,” he said, and smiled.

“It was fun.”

“You used to love the train,” he agreed.

Then he walked back out to the room where my cousins were, and I felt a little less guilty.

While I waited until it was time to go home, I went to the activities room. It had tons of pictures other people had coloured in, or drawn, as well as some coloured pencils. I got a black pencil and started writing messages on the papers.

My messages were things like “Geoffrey is awesome.” (Geoffrey is my brother.)

Soon all the papers were covered in my scribbles and messages, so I had to carefully cut them out of the pictures other people had made so I could take them home.

After that, I wandered around a bit. I found a room with a lot of shoes in it, and grabbed a couple of pairs that I liked. It was the storage room next to the sandpit.

Finally, it was time to leave. We all gathered in the same room for the old man's goodbye speech. “As you all may or may not know, my name is Donald Trump,” he announced.

“Isn't that someone else?” I asked.

“I may have changed my name in my old age,” he replied.

 The Reaction:

Oh no! Call the cops, I married a shoe thief!... But at least she knew Donald Trump.