EPTIt has come to my attention that during dreams, in which you are having the time of your life, there is a kind of fear of being woken up, because that would just ruin everything and you will come crashing back down to this materialistic world. One too many times I have dreamed of being the richest man in the world or having a one night stand with Jessica Alba, and just as it was reaching a climax someone somewhere disturbs my beautiful fantasy.
On the flip side, you just want nightmares to be over with as soon as possible. Because they are not pleasant experiences, you wish someone does actually wake you up while you're having one, but usually what happens is that just as you're about to die in your nightmare you wake up.
But, enough of that...
Last night I had a "dream" where I was talking to my (potential) girlfriend's parents and making a complete ass of myself. I was really extremely embarrassed of the whole incident during the "nightmare" and I wished dreadfully that someone would just wake me up and spare me the pain. Although I wasn't lucid dreaming (yeah I went there), I felt like I was watching myself as some kind of audience member, and I was itching to slap my ethereal self across my grim mug.
But then what happened next truly defies all explanation. My (potential) girlfriend took me by the hand to her room, where she began to strip down for me until I was staring at her in her bra and undies. The feeling of wanting to snap out of the previously nightmarish world transformed into an avalanche of euphoria and ecstasy, and you can bet I wanted to indulge myself for a long time. As soon as we were about to "do it", she suggested that we play some Starcraft 2 first (I can only suppose it was some kind of perverse foreplay). In what can only be described in Freudian terms, her banelings were consuming my marines, until I tried to perform some kind of MarineKingPrime-esque micro...this was when things completely changed for the worse. She accused me of not being interested, as I was getting too thoroughly absorbed in the game itself and forgetting about having fun (I swear I wasn't cheating on her, though I can stand guilty to being a playa), but I then went on to throw some IdRa BM onto her bronze league face. At this point I couldn't quite tell if it was a dream or a nightmare but, in any case, be it for better or worse, someone, somewhere, was creeping just beyond the horizon. I could see Incontrol himself just beyond my peripheral vision. All of a sudden Tastless and Artosis were suddenly in the room, and mentoring me on the finer points of SC2, while my (potential) girlfriend had shifted her interest from me to...IdRa, to whom she was now giving a slow and sensual lapdance. Before I could make sense of any of this, I abruptly heard my mum shouting at me to get up or I would be late for school.
I distinctly remember feeling a state of shock and panic, but empathy and sincerity as well, upon awakening. Nerdgasms had consumed my entire body. I had a new found inspiration to do even better at SC2, and also to ask out that girl. I would definitely do it, because now I knew she liked bad boys. All I have to do is show her some RL BM and it's a done deal as far as I'm concerned. If that doesn't work then I should make an ass out of myself in front of her parents again. Bloody Brilliant
Dreams are awesome, but now I know nightmares can be too...
