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Dream Diary: Forkheads Lucid Dreamers Club
A little backstory: I got caught in some sleet some time back and it made me feel feverish and ill.
Feverish Lucid Dream: Forkheads Lucid Dreamers Club
I (think I) started off in crash college, taking down some notes on CSS; when the bell rang. Everyone began to pack their school bags and leave. That's when I noticed that although there was a simple uniform theme, almost everyone interpreted it differently; accessorizing and even wearing the 'jacket' as a cloak for some. I didn't have a bag, so I carried the books/notes by hand. The weather was a bit hot, so I decided to just walk around school (it was a school now).
After talking to my maths teacher (I remember him clearly because he was wearing a 'nasu' t-shirt) about further study materials (I needed help on maths), I decided to go home, when I got tapped on the shoulder. That's strange. I don't like social contact. I'm the creepy kid in the class. No one should even bother with me, right?
"Aren't you forgetting something, underclassman?" a tough, sharp voice asked me.
Time seemed to slow as I turned around; the people around me dissolving into the background.
The girl in front of me was the school Student Council President, also the unofficial head of the school club I had joined in. Despite the cold, she was dressed in a rather simple white shirt that clung to her curvaceous body, with a couple of buttons undone at the top. Her short skirt was the official school uniform, with the straps of her perfectly flat next-gen pocket device peeking out from a pocket. Noticing her high-heeled boots/stockings combo, I wondered how she could have snuck up behind me like that. My train of though was broken when-
"Zweihart to Yom. Pay attention, will you?" she said again.
"Yeah, I hear ya. What happened?" I responded.
"School club meeting's today." she responded "I expect to see you there on time."
With that, she turned around and left, her boots not making as much as a single click on the hardwood floor. Time began to flow again, as the other students began to animate, slowly edging into movement until as if they were never frozen in time at all. Sighing, I followed her back to school, past the large Albert logo of the school and into the school club building.
The short walk into the basement shut out the light from above, replacing it with the warm glow of the underground. I began to relax as I began to recognize people from my own circle. The first person I saw was AFH, carefully curling and uncurling his/her tentacles and practicing with a strange brush that could draw lines in the air. His/her rainbow hair seemed to illuminate the area as s/he swung the brush around, getting a feel for the equipment. We waved to each other, and s/he entered the art club room.
I also saw Shiya-sempai checking her school bag for something. Shiya-sempai was this dazzlingly cute cat-girl exchange student from a country to her right. If I remember right, she was the head of the school's cooking club. I walked up to her to say hi, and ask her what she was looking for. It turned out she was missing a bottle of condiments, and we decided to search the area. After a while, we found the bottle of Purple Drank in the boiler room. I asked to myself 'why is everything we look for in the last place we look?' as I waved goodbye to her and watched as she went into the cooking club room.
At long last, I reached the end of the hallway, and reached out. My fingertips touched the cold concrete wall, and the wall began to resonate. I took a step forward, blending into the wall, as the wall continued to ripple and wobble. Before long, I was in a warm, and homely room. Five futons (that's japanese bed, gaijins), arranged in a circle was the room's centerpoint. A few bookshelves and a table were arranged against the far wall. As I entered, one of the futons began to move, and a young girl with purple hair got up. She looked at me for a few seconds and smiled and waved as I completed my entry through the wall.
Lolipurple, she was named. Despite her young age, she is a sempai. She adjusted the club clothes; a comfortable robe we used for sleeping, and yawned and went back to sleep. I sat down on the futon next to her, and relaxed. My mind wandered, over many a subject, when the smell of green tea snapped me back. I looked around, and noticed that there was a large tank sticking into the room from the wall. That's when I noticed the club President, Zwei and Lolipurple having green tea.
"I said, would you like some?" Zwei was asking, looking directly at me. "Good grief, this isn't the zoning-out club." Lolipurple giggles at that. I laugh as well as I go for the green tea. We then went to discuss a lot of things, including forkheads projects, new data, trade routes and such. Finally, it was time for us to grab some sleep. We began to change into our club clothes, and Loliparpol and Zwei made fun of my tiny penis again. I decided to reply to that by throwing the futon pillows at them. Loliparpol dodged the pillow, but Zwei caught the pillow, grinning madly. "Oh, you want to fight, huh?".
I was up instantly, and like a prize-fighter, I took off my school top, which suddenly turned blue, and slammed my fist into my palm. "Bring that shit, my rival!".
She took off her shirt as well. "If that's what you want...". she smiled. "... at least TRY to give me a good fight!" With almost blinding speed, she threw the pillow back at me!. I ducked to the side, and felt the whistle of the pillow as it flew by. Lolipurple grabbed a pair of flags and stood to the side, ready to raise her flag as each side managed to hit.
With a powerful sweep, Zwei did a powerful roundhouse kick that ALMOST connected with my face. As I ducked to the side, I learned that this was a bad move. With a single motion, she unhooked her bra and slapped me in the face with it. Hard. Rolling away over the futons, I grabbed some more pillows and swung it at her as hard as I could. Apparently, it wasn't enough enough. She managed to dodge all three of them - but it left her open. I kicked at her, and she tried to block it; and I grabbed her hands and pushed her into the futon. Now I had her!. Then, she leaned close and whispered into my ear. "Tiny penis".
I couldn't help it. I laughed as I let her go. Newparpol joined us there, hairy chest and all. That's when I noticed a fourth set of laughter.
All of our attention was directed to the newcomer; AFH from art class.
"You guys seem like fun. Can I join this club?" s/he asked.
"Sure, I guess." Zwei tossed him/her a notebook. "Spare uniform's at the back, help yourself."
After a round of introductions, Zwei, Parpol (now a closet), me and AFH were dressed in our comfortable sleeping clothes, and with notebooks at the ready, we settled into our futons to go to sleep. As I slipped into my futon, I suddenly realized I was very cold, and very wet.
Across the futons, I saw Zwei laughing; and I realized that during the fight, she had slipped a bucket of ice in there!. The world began to melt as she laughed wickedly as I struggled to escape from the wet and chilly blanket.
The next thing I remember is waking up; the sheets drenched and my body gripped in fever chills.
Why does every epic dream I have has to be of you people?
... n-not that I'm complaining or anything...
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