Alright... woke up this morning and absolutely KNEW I had to contribute, even if my dream is still a little simple compared to others
It started off in a relatively strange place when compared to my other dreams (most of which I cannot remember)... I was rolling a giant snowball with my head. Anyway, with my obscured vision, I couldn't see the area around me, but I just sort of "knew" in that dream sense that it was in a small little urban area, and it was relatively early in Winter. I believe there were some kids around, building stuff with the snow and such, because if there weren't, my brain really does like to summon stuff from out of nowhere.
All of a sudden, there are multiple people of all ages tossing snow munitions at me, whether they be the really weak and soggy mush type, or the well-packed and ice-topped weapon. Some kid yells and "explains" to me that we're playing snowball (real clever name, right?) and I'm holding the... snowball. So I take the... snowball and keep pushing it forward with my head, taking hits from all the flying snow and ice. I guess I bring to some sort of goal, and I win, which leads to all of the other kids being disappointed... so they don't stop pelting me with snow and such.
Immediately from that, I cut to a stadium of some sort, where there is musical entertainment brought by... that game, DJ Hero. There are four of those turn-table peripherals (I dunno how they work, but there were four), and relatively new players (I say that since they were playing some sort of tutorial...) are using the turn-tables. So they do that, and apparently I have some friends along, and we're yelling and stuff at how much they suck, playing the tutorial and on Easy mode... The people up there yell back and say they're trying their hardest. We yell back saying that they better start being able to try harder...
So the argument goes on like that, until finally my friends and I are allowed to go up and start using the turn-tables... but then they shut down the game and bring out a cover band, named "Umbrella", I think (Get it? Cover band, Umbrella?... This is why I'm not allowed to have dreams). Sooooo, they start playing Our Truth by Lacuna Coil, which gets a lot of my friends excited and cheerful, but I'm still upset at the "directors of the stadium", I suppose, so I go backstage and go yell at them.
That doesn't work out so well, but they are nice enough to give me a choice between two ladders, "That will lead you somewhere," the directors said. I take their kind offer and go up the one to the left, the blue one.
At the top, it turns out the apocalypse is there, and there's a giant monster of some sort, covered in pure black, tearing down buildings and eating people. Luckily enough, the ladder doesn't disappear like I thought it would, so I immediately climb back down and go yell at the directors again.
So they let me try the other ladder, a red one to the right. Hoping this will end slightly better, I climb this one and have a look at the top.
Now, whether this turned out for better or for worse is anyone's guess. At the top, immediately I notice there's something different about me. Apparently I'm some sort of albino anthropomorph (not sure what species), and one of my friends is up there too, also turned into an albino anthropomorph, looking around in surprise and shock. I try to talk to my friend (let's just call him "Bob"), but a pack of evil fruits, mainly watermelons, come after us and want to eat us. Obviously, I grab a crowbar on a fruit stall nearby, narrowly dodging one of the watermelons, and start hacking away at the PURE EVIL fruit, yelling stupid catchphrases and such. Bob mostly stares and watches me murder the fruit.
Once the ground is coated in red mist (from the watermelons, of course), I drop the crowbar and take a short rest. However, Team Rocket cuts my rest short, and my day is utterly ruined... as they carry a hurt Pokemon to the hospital. I'm about to jump up and whack at one of them with the crowbar, but instead, those Officers (Jenny, right?), along with Ash, Misty, Brock, and Pikachu, come in on a helicopter, yelling at Team Rocket to stop. Jessie and James stare up at the helicopter, frozen and speechless, as Pikachu jumps down from a huge height... shattering his legs.
Ash is screaming and crying for the helicopter to reach the ground faster, and I'm just watching and observing by now. Once the aircraft touches down, Ash runs out and picks up Pikachu, tears landing on the yellow friend.
Bob interrupts the heartbreaking moment by dragging me away. We run for my house, and end my dream by eating Cocoa Puffs and Captain Crunch, watching the apocalypse fold out before our eyes.
And this is why I love my dreams.
