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Competition time!

1) Watching an archelogical dig. A small group of archaelogists was pushed out by a bigger group, it transformed into a massive dig with people camped out and donkeys wandering around. There was a school trip to the dig, I was driving to it and realised I had the wrong clothes I was wearing my best shoes, we each had to do a day out digging then we were coming back for food. I was having meusli and I put water on it rather than milk but it tasted OK. We were coming back from the trip a lady was driving a large white minibus. It parked in a dead end side street we all got out I asked if she neded help reversing but she said no, I commented to someone else that she was a good driver. Then we went into a pub for a drink, I said it's late I'm going back to ahlls of residence everyone else agreed and followed me out. I was with an old friend from university who was very clever - he started explaing something to me but it was way too complicated for me to understand.

2) I was on board Concorde with a group of students from my old university course. We were stood just over the wing section. We had to place a perspex sheet over it so that visitors could view the inner workings. It was explained that this was levelled up with a laser device. We were looking at paper technical drawings and I told someone that the old fashionned way was much better than using computers or a laptop. I put the drawings down on the side. I asked someone about how the wing worked because it folded back, they were a bit annoyed with me because I didn't understand it and it was really simple. A group of us were stood around I sta down with someone and he started talking about rugby.

3) Fragment: In McDinalds. I wanted a chocolate milkshake. had a long discussion with the woman serving about why the milshake amchine wasn't working - it was too warm. I tasted it and agreed and said I would come back later.

4) Fragment: I walked into a shop, looking for a choclate milkshake, there were two women behind the counter that I recognised. One was pouring herself some champagne. I commented on it.

I was watching an outside play, it was in a desserted quarry type landscape, I was high up watching it over an army style fence. One part of the play was in the back of a truck the other outside a small building. The play was very boring.
Then I was inside the building and I was watching a documentary about child abuse and it was quite graphic I watched a boy being almost drowned by a man, then thrown around, but it was almost like a cartoon. Then I knew the man was going to sexually abuse the boy and he told him to go upstairs.
The next thing I was sitting with the abuser but now he was in prison and I was going to let him come and vist my house for lunch and I told him he had to behave in front of my mother. Then I felt extreme revulsion at what he had done and turned away but knew I had to forgive him.

I wandered into a shop and looked around for a chocolate milkshake drink, couldn't find one and asked at the counter. I was directed outside to the back of the shop where there was a market selling fruit. I looked through all the boxes of fruit - it wasn't in good condition. Then I continued looking for a milkshake. There were fridges lined up against the shop wall and I searched through three of them. The dream detail was good at this point I remember seeing all the contents of the fridges in detail and feeling the cold. I couldn't see a milkshake but noticed some coconut milk and thought maybe that would do.

It was a night of looking for milkshakes!! I was stood outside a newsagent there was a nice garden outside it, and again I wanted to go in and buy a milkshake. I went through the door it was a large wooden door. Inside it turned into a restaurant and I went over to the counter where it was really busy. I heard a woman next to me talking about medicine and asked her about it. Then I was served and I noticed the man serving was wearing a paramedic uniform, and then another paramedic came to stand next to me at the counter. We started talking and they mentionned an email I had sent when I resigned from the ambulance service and how angry I had sounded in it, I didn't remember sending an email or being angry so was quite surprised.

In another dream I was on a London street having a lesson and remember looking up at the buildings they were covered in scaffolding and I could see inside them.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

Something about fried chicken.

Dream #2

I was in a huge room like a gymnasium. The gym was unlit, and the only light that came into it seemed to be from a fluorescent light in some other room. The gym was full of either mattresses, or just blankets, lying on the ground. Young men, and possibly young women, may have been sleeping on the mattresses.

In a room just off to the left of the gym was a small, kind of narrow room, like a room for an art exhibition. A woman was somewhere in that room. She was like a talent scout. She was going to audition everybody in the room for some kind of show she was putting on.

We all had to lie down and wait to be called for our audition. Eventually I knew I had been called. So I stood up.

I was naked. I had apparently masturbated and ejaculated all over the blanket. There were pools and pools of the stuff all over. It looked like some kind of meat grease, too, with an orange tint to it.

I was terribly embarrassed by the condition I was going to have to leave my space in. It was disgusting that everybody would see what I'd done.

But, then again, I considered that maybe everybody here was required to masturbate. Maybe it was a part of the whole process. I also thought that if any girls walked by my bed they'd be impressed by how much I could make.

I walked into the narrow room. There were three video monitors embedded in the floor, in the center of the room. The monitors were about the size of a big HDTV. But they were old, conventional boxes, not flat screens.

The monitors were showing some kind of colorful scenes in a video-style. But, other than the light of the screens, the room was totally dark. The edges of the room were very dark.

The woman lurked in a corner of the room, off to my right. She may have stepped forth at one point. I kept watching the monitors, though, as if this were a part of my assignment.

Dream #3

I was inside a structure like a nice house. But I was at the end of a hallway, and just around a corner from me was an amusement park.

I could see one of the rides: a rotating column with hydraulic poles coming off of it. At the ends of the hydraulic poles were airplanes. As the airplanes went around in the circle, the people could use hand controls to move the airplanes up or down, out or in.

This amusement park ride was in some Middle Eastern country which was predominantly muslim. And for some reason, amusement parks were looked upon here as sinful. I saw three girls together, wearing head coverings. I knew they were in deep trouble for being here at all.

I walked back down the hallway and into the living room of the house. As I did I came to understand that the amusement park would eventually prevail. People in the country would eventually come to accept amusement parks. And the amusement park would eventually grow. But until then, people, especially women, would probably be persecuted for going to the amusement park.

Dream #4

It may have been a cold and drizzly night. I had just walked into some diner -- more like a chain restaurant in the "diner" style, like a Denny's or a Perkin's. I walked past a booth-style counter and then past a few rows of booths.

I walked past a group of late-night diners, men and women, maybe in their early thirties, all kind of beautiful and boisterous. I turned left and sat in a kind of big alcove of tables that had booth-seats on one end and regular seats on the other. I notice two big, empty rooms of booth-tables off behind me and to my right.

I sat down and opened the menu. The group of late-night diners were maybe five meters off to my left, and I could still hear them talking and joking with each other. I kind of hoped they wouldn't notice me and start trying to annoy me.

I looked at the menu. Apparently it was only a dessert menu. I got to a page of what looked like malted milkshakes. But instead of being called "shakes" or "malts," they were called something else. There was a picture of a few malted milkshakes surrounded by pies.

A waitress came up to take my order. But she may also have been talking to me a bit about the desserts. The desserts I'd thought were malted milkshakes were actually something else -- very much like a milkshake, but not quite.

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