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    1. May 25, 2011

      by , 05-26-2011 at 11:18 AM
      Dream sign appeared again, but I completely missed it. Alas. On a side note, I have discovered that for the most part, I can read pretty well in dreams.


      Sleep. I am driving down a street in my van towards the mall, apparently searching for my truck. As I reach an intersection, I accidentally drive into the end of a turning lane from the people turning right, so I turn left on the red and pray no cops catch me. As I am turning, I see my friend Helena practising her driving in a dark sea-green cube van. Once at the mall, I try to park, but the gas and brake keep switching and the van lurches forward. I fear that I have hit the car in front of me, but the lady says that I am just 1mm away. I sigh in relief.

      I am now in the mall, and with me is a young Chinese girl (whose name I later learn is Lindy Yan). She is about eight. My family is adopting her temporarily (like an exchange program). The mall's hallway is narrower than usual, comparable to the width of an elementary school's. I am showing Lindy the various stores, and I ask her if she remembers when we went into Shopper's Drug Mart. She says yes. I tell her that Zeller's is four times as big, and her eyes widen.

      We enter a learning centre that reminds me of the one I currently work at. I am flipping through one of the booklets, and I remark on their similarity to the ones I'm used to seeing, except the grading system is a bit different. I ask Lindy in a "parent voice" if it looks fun. She gives me a firm, "No." So I look outside the centre and see the Zeller's, so I ask her if she wants to go into it. Lindy agrees.

      As soon as we enter, I sit down on a bench to rest. I watch as Annie, a girl in my sociology class, and Rob, a boy who was in my split-grade French class last year, enter together. I wave and call them over. Annie, however, says that she is not Annie, but a Paige. (At this point, Lindy Yan has vanished). I apologize, saying that I always confused the names of the girls in my French class (Paige/Hannah, Holly/Daniella).

      While I am telling her this, I appear in my French class from last year, which is located in the Upper West Wing of my school. When I walk outside the classroom, I am in the Upper East Wing and realize that the room behind me was my Sociology/English classroom. Right beside the door is Joe, who has a big black box in which there is a pale coffee-coloured substance with the consistency of soft ice cream. He is adding white glue to it and stirring. When I ask him what it is, he tells me it is ice cream.

      He eats the whole thing after scooping it into a giant Tim Horton's travel mug. I ask him if he can make more, except in chocolate, and he agrees and gets started making it. By this time, we have teleported to the opposite side of the hall and down one door. My friends come out of my Sociology classroom and join us. Jay, one of my friends, tells us that Rock Band is up and running back in the classroom, but there is only room for four. We decide to split our group of eight in half, with four eating ice cream and four playing Rock Band. Then, we'll switch. I decide to eat my ice cream first. However, when I peek into the classroom next to my Sociology class (the one currently across the hall from me), I see my friend Leia. Since she is looking incredibly bored, I invite her to join us. Wake.

      Updated 05-26-2011 at 11:23 AM by 3798

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    2. May 24, 2011

      by , 05-25-2011 at 11:29 AM
      Well, my dream sign emerged again. Except for the very first paragraph, this is all one string of a dream. I am very excited - as I wrote it down, more pieces came together and so I put them in the right place.


      Sleep.
      At some point during the dream, I remember being at my Grandma's, then trying to find my way to a bus stop in the dark with John, although we end up in a grass parking lot instead. We do make it to the car, though.


      It's Friday― Prom night. I am at my old house with my friend John, on whom I have a crush. We have just returned from a trip somewhere (perhaps New York, since that happened in real life).* In front of the door to the garage, John has opened a box and is showing me the jewelry he bought for his female relatives. One that stood out to me in particular was a thick, blue and white carved wooden with fish and waves as a design. There is also a ring-necklace set for his mother. That ring is gold, oval-shaped, heavy-set and covered with what appear to be pearls. When I pick up the wooden ring I fancied, John says that I can have it if I want. “In fact,” he says, “you have anything from there if you want it.”


      Although the ring vanishes at some point, I'm not too concerned about it. But when I take the ring, I joke that I'm “too young to get married,” call him my Romeo, and then say, “Oh, I am slain!” and collapse onto the floor dramatically. Then, we go to the kitchen, and I am shocked at the time. It's 12:22 ― no, 12:28! I'm going to be late for my Sociology class! John isn't worried about being late for class, however. He plays it cool and tells me not to worry.


      I appear in my Sociology class, although it doesn't resemble a classroom. The room is shaped like a hexagon and covered in a blue/green/purple carpet. A digital clock on a stove tells me in neon green lettering that it is 12:12 (which makes perfect sense, since that class actually begins at 12:08). I have apparently just woken up from a nap, and I am a bit disoriented. So when I learn the time, I am relieved that I was not marked absent. Ms. M, my teacher, is absent from the class, so we have several substitutes. They decide to give us all candy, so they go into the supply closets and bring out gumdrops, giant fuzzy peaches, “Mommies,”* tinfoil-wrapped chocolates, and several other sweets I don't remember. Naturally, I pig out. I ask one of the substitute teachers, who resembles Ms. C (a Food and Nutrition teacher).**


      Sometime during this class, I head to the washroom and bump into Sable, a classmate from Sociology is carrying a poster for “Forever 21,” which displays a blonde girl with a whole bunch of cyborg machinery coming out of her (some of it makes what resembles butterfly wings). She is naked, but her arms are over her chest and she is only shown from the side. The background is a sunset on the beach with a light rainbow hue.

      I realize that I am wearing a prom dress, which is light purple instead of black, and I am worried that I am going to rip it. I find my friends Helena and Lindy, who are hosting our “pre-prom pampering” session.They told me that they got their nails done during second period. Wake.




      * I think these were made up for the dream. They're circular with five bumps like arms, legs, and a head, and they puff up a bit in the middle. They are covered by a white candy coating, and when you bite into it, you taste marshmallow and gooey chocolate.
      ** The day of this dream, I learned from Ms. M that she fills in for Ms. C regularly because they both teach Food and Nutrition. I think that partially explains the dream.