Worst... dream... EVER :C

What I remember of the storyline is:

• I had to go on a weird school camp (I hate camps so we're off to a bad start)
• One of the things we had to do was recover some kind of information from a shopping centre on another planet (two interesting details: it looked exactly the same as Rhodes in Sydney and it was decorated for Christmas)
• One of my 'friends' from school got me to come to the basement with him, I thought it was to hide from the bad guys but it was actually for him to steal Pokemon cards
• We both got in trouble (great, unfairness already...)
• The next event was some kind of Swimming Obstacle Course
• I was unaware of the rules and lost but they refused a restart (more unfairness, you know I doubt there's anything in the universe that pisses me off more)
• I yelled "FUCKING HELL" with frustration, shocking everyone and getting me in trouble with the teacher's aid (this seems to be a representation of my frustration with poshy conservative authority figures such as teachers and grandparents who seem fine until they snap over a seemingly minor issue like swearing or slamming doors)
• For some reason on the scoreboard, I was represented by Quilava (this means I had no choice or control over the situation, because I never choose "Quilava", "Doctor", "156", etc. for scoreboards in case I stuff up
• I finished last and they played a fainting animation of Quilava (so now I've failed someone who I love more than any person... unfairness ain't too bad now)
• On the way back to base camp, I saw one person recieving news the home they'd left behind was under threat of a volcanic eruption (a reflection of people always saying "people are starving in Africa, every problem you have is nothing"... this pisses me off more than is imaginable, because it just adds a razor-sharp edge to whatever I'm feeling... great, so my life sucks, but it's nowhere near as FUCKING HORRIBLE as the rest of the world, so encouraging >.>)
• Time skipped to when I got home, essentially summarising the dream
• I told Dad I would not go on any more extracurricular activities because whenever I take risks in life or make a seemingly good decision, nature punishes me (which happens outside dreams too mind you, but that's an entire journal in its own right)

So yeah that dream was really fucked up, it was like it was specifically designed to target my most vulnerable emotion areas, and leave me useless for the rest of the day (and it succeeded). Afterwards I felt really depressed and was trembling a little. In fact I am STILL trembling, about one hour later. The thing that got to me most was Quilava losing because of me. This perfect creature I love and fanboy over loses and even faints because I FAILED. It's just the most torturous and horrible thought, even if it was just a dream.

Nonetheless I am not surrendering to life, it can go fuck itself for all I care. I am still making every one of the films and games I want to make and I'll take 1000 risks and go through 999 losses to create them. So really good try universe, but fuck you, I'm not giving up!

Sorry got a little sidetracked there. So anyway the next time you have a happy little dream about winning the pokemon league with Quilava, or a bizarre dream about riding a tiger to blow up a planet made of jelly, savour every moment of it, because no doubt I'll be dreaming about loss, failure, unfairness, anger, fear and pain...