So I’m in a school of some kind. Actually it’s a classroom and it’s modern day but everyone in the classroom is from my early elementary school days. I’m not doing well in the class. I think it’s about a foreign language of some kind. Most people are getting good grades and turning their homework in but for some reason I can never get my homework turned in because the notion to do it simply alludes me. I raise my hand and ask the teacher a question about perhaps some alternative forms of make-up work but someone else raises their hand immediately after mine. When they’re called on first, he lowers his hand and says “nevermind.” I raise my hand again and he does the same thing, clearly just to mess with me. The teacher calls on him, again and then I say “you’re a douchebag.” The teacher looks at me and doesn’t like this one bit. She comes over to me and chews me out and I continually apologize saying “it won’t happen again.” Then we finally get around to talking about my troubles with the class and before anything gets settled she leaves the room.

Next thing I know I’m getting harassed by all my classmates while she is gone. It starts to escalate and the class is over with. At this point I leave as well and head down to a market where I’m now in a wheelchair. It’s some kind of market in Rome, I know that because of the Italian television and all the food on the shelves. I actually think to myself: “this is awesome, finally good cheese in the U.S.” My dad comes out from some other section of the market and starts wheeling me around. We go around the place and into another shop. A dark man meets my dad with a bag and he hands me his new 17″ MBP. I’m not sure why he has it. He argues that it’s not 17″ and I assure him it is. Now I can walk again and we’re heading down the stairs. I try to put the laptop back in my dad’s bag that’s on his back and almost drop it. The dark man takes it and puts in the bag instead.

We walk down the stairs and now I’m back in the classroom. Though, it’s not the classroom anymore really since it’s at night. I’m in there with some faceless girlfriend of mine and we’re decorating the room in an effort to make it our home. I have this power now, i can manipulate 3D objects at will, like I were in a modeling program. I open up walls and stretch out pipes and everything. The interface is a lot like full-contact multi-touch and feels really powerful. I get hung up on a series of wire bundles just behind a wall in an attempt to make it look cooler. The wires end up snapping off like play-dough strings and stick to the walls. I have to pick up each one with the pad of my finger. The room I’m working in is behind where the wall used to be and is quite thin, like a between-place or something.

I don’t quite get the wires picked up but I quit anyway. When I get out into the main room I see some of our classmates. One is possessed and holds a potato chip in one hand and my girlfriend in the other. He’s got her by the head and simultaneously “scoops” and cuts her head off then eats the chip afterward. Her neck hole isn’t a blood geyser though it’s just sitting there while I wait in anticipation. Instead of red streams of blood there’s just this yellow putrid honey-like liquid that fires out sporadically. I look at the classmate that did this and he seems oblivious, like the thing that possessed him to do this is completely gone now. I go and get my Global [8" chef's knife] and a cleaver and come back in the room duel wielding. Everyone’s gone and I sit there and wait while my girlfriend’s body continues to twitch and bubble.

It’s getting lighter now and I look across to the neighbors and it’s just a couple tents. The first one I can see through the screen window where a girl is looking directly at me and she seems fine. The next one beyond that is a similar situation but the girl get’s tackled and taken out of the tent. I run out the window and try to help her but she’s already gone. Some dark men took her away in a car. Some of her friends were around and I asked them what happened. They said they were here to take her to some facility where she’d be changed or something terrible. Some KGB Nazi facility for medical experimentation. Her friends were in a daze telling me all these details and I started imagining what she would be going through, which then began to happen to me. Terrible medical tests, live invasive surgery, rewiring my body for experimentation. Then I woke up.

I was definitely glad to wake up. It was one of those dreams that immediately after you come out of it, you say to yourself “man, i’m glad that was just a dream.” I haphazardly saw Manchurian Candidate last night so maybe that had an influence on the whole thing with the medical testing and all that.

Anyway, it went like this.

There was something about a hospital, a hospital with a really small entrance and I couldn’t find the entrance. See my roommate dropped me off in front of it kind of against my will yelling “go to the hospital!” as if I was some kind of nut. With little choice I went all the way to the end of the huge building and then all the way back, and I found myself in some kind of parking garage place that seemed to be the place that would take me to where I was supposed to be going. Apparently my wrist was broken and I was seeking aid. An old man was in the elevator and he said “floor 41?” in an insistent way that I just went along with. So we moved up, then the elevator moved out of a window and began traveling laterally. I kind of gave up on fixing my arm since the whole time I was thinking “i don’t really need to go to the hospital” but then some more people started showing up randomly which got a bit more confusing. When we landed I had this strange episode with some kind of dungeon and there were monsters everywhere. I was walking around with a laptop not really comprehending any of it, but I do remember looking hard for some water to drink. Some sage looking bald guy came up to me with my laptop in hand and told me “your purpose is very low.” That confused me. I think some more stuff happened but can’t remember.