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14.05.2012

Touched Up In A Club (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID


I'm in a converted church which has been turned into a club (similar to one we have at uni). I'm on a platform getting with a drunken friend of mine, in clear view of everyone.

She proceeds to put her hand on my crotch and I recoil briefly as I realise this once-innocent kiss is getting a bit out of hand! People laugh and cheers me on, however, so I let it continue.

Unfortunately, she soon realises everyone is watching, including our friends, and gets embarrassed. To save my skin I tell her I had no idea.

Remembered nothing when I woke up this morning, no matter how hard I tried. However, when making my breakfast, I saw the word 'fit' on a bone marrow donor card, which suddenly made a connection in my brain to the subject of the dream I'd forgotten - amazing how the mind works!

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10/4/12

I'm in a shop with a DC, buying some sort of drink or sauce. Of the three options available, I advise him not to go for the oyster flavour.

Later, we're in a club, both silently competing for the same girl [the same girl from my dream a few nights ago, that I've only met once]. As we walk to another room of the club, I talk to her about clams [I seem to flirt with the strangest topics in dreams, but it somehow never fails] and she tells me she's never tried oysters. I say that I should have bought her the oyster-flavoured drink. She grabs my hand subtly and I decide to stop talking about seafood. It all ends happily ever after as we dance at the front of the club.

On holiday for a few days with the fam, with pretty shoddy recall apart from this first night, where I remembered two:

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2/4/12

I'm going to a rave, but make a stop at my mate's house [though it looked nothing like it]. Once inside the club, I see various friends, old and new, and begin to get drunk. By the end of the night, I'm dancing with a girl I used to know [but in no way find attractive] but in an old fashioned, no-touching way. Any sudden advances I make are quickly parred away, as if it were the 1940s, so I stay back and skank unnecessarily to the jazz music being played. I'm wearing sunglasses at this point, looking like a complete fool, and it doesn't come as a surprise when I think I hear people laughing at me.

It's nearly the end of the night and I'm getting frustrated by the lack of acknowledgement I've been getting, so I spin the girl round to face me in an attempt to bring her in closer. This doesn't work, and instead I get lightly told off. Conceding, I peck her on the lips and leave the club - but not before someone from my old school walks past me with wearing no underwear.

All my friends have left at his point, and the night is coming to an end. I can't remember any of the night, despite not being that drunk, and I realise my mistake at not finding something to drop. I return to my mate's house, but it's empty. I ring my friends to no avail, so go to bed. Suddenly, one of the friends I tried to ring is in the bed next to mine, and starts talking.

What's really interesting is that the room was the same as the one I was staying in that night (on holiday) and on waking up in the morning, I still believed my friend was in the next bed for at least 2 to 3 minutes. A reverse false awakening of sorts.

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I'm in a kitchen of a flat in my uni accommodation with a friend of mine and several random metalheads. We're eating pizza, but not just ANY pizza, this pizza's musical. Each slice corresponds to a section of the song that's playing in the background, and you're restricted to eating only the corresponding slice when it's played.

When everyone leaves, I begin to flirt with a girl I've never met about cheese. I'd love to know what I said specifically, but whatever it was, she was loving it. I go back to her room briefly, and put her block of cheese on her windowsill [no, that's not a euphemism], still flirting strong.

Once I've left, I walk up some stairs to the main part of uni, past a huge crowd of people returning from a football match. My old head of sixth form begins to give a speech on a stage in the middle of the crowd, which soon gets overrun by students in a flash mob. Almost spontaneously, however, some pick up guitars and begin to play together.

Not much of a recall here, but as part my 'upload even the smallest dream fragments' initiative, I thought I should type this up.

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21/3/12

I'm on my way to a big rave [no doubt foreshadowing seeing Rusko, TC and Wilkinson on the 24th] but I'm making the 30 minute journey on foot because everyone's too slow getting ready - and I'm eager to skanking! However, just before I arrive at the club, at about 3am, I realise I've left my 'friend' (we'll call her Mandy) at home. Deciding it's too late to get back and get 'her', I get in the queue behind some girls I know. They whisper amongst themselves as they can't tell if it's me or not, due to my drastic haircut. Shortly after, I see Jay in the queue, who overtook me in a taxi on my way here. He begins making his bombs, calling them 'F Bombs'.

Nice lie in this morning, so dream recall was pretty good.
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31/1/12
I'm in a pub with my flat for one of my flatmate's birthday, drinking. For some reason the pub suddenly gets locked down - no one can enter or leave - and Diana Skouris from The 4400 [a Heroes-esque TV show I've been watching recently]leads the investigation. In the commotion I realise I need the toilet, and proceed downstairs with an unidentified mate on my shoulders [though I have no idea who, or more importantly, why].

While queuing, two arrogant girls cut in, to which all the guys around me react with a flash mob, me included. I'm quickly exiled from the toilets (which doubles as some sort of clothes shop) as I still have someone sitting on my shoulders. In reply, I turn around and fart in the bouncer's general direction. Quick to anger, he immediately grabs me and abrasively escorts me to the security office.

As I wait in the office, I manage to hire two DCs to have a food fight, and another to watch [for my amusement?] and eventually I join in. I am later released back into the pub to join my flatmates once more. However, we have to wait to be picked up by the birthday girl's parents and taken home.

At home [my house, rather than my uni flat] the parents ignore my apologies and leave. I tell my flatmates about my night in the security office, and about the food fight. I am then transported back to that scene [as if telling a very vivid story] but with different characters (this time people I know). This time, the food fight ends in making a Christmas tree out of the food, in a similar fashion to Epic Meal Time. It looked incredible.

Dream recall has been woeful over the last few days, and I've had nothing to write in here, but finally I remembered a bit of last night's dream (though there wasn't much significant about it).
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27/1/12
[This night was following a big clubbing night out, which explains the first half.] I am in my uni flat with the girls that I usually go out with and we've just got back from a club, discussing going out the following night as well. Over time, everyone in the nearby blocks of flats pulls out for various reasons. I see one girl I know quite well tucking the rest of her flat into bed, and saying that they're 'not allowed' to go out Saturday [I always saw her as a bit of a mother-figure].

Later, I'm in a computer room back at school, and I've just finished my work. I am reluctantly convinced by my old rugby coach to go to the lunchtime training session, which involves the whole team running on treadmills in a line, passing the ball to each other, which seemed a lot more normal in my dream than it does looking back at it.