MrJuicy

No WBTB because I needed my rest, and I tried MILD, but no LD.

First, I remember there was this crazy, deranged, disturbed, dangerous, wizard serial killer on the loose. Like he had the power of the devil or something. I don't remember his name, but it had the number 18 at the end. He was very tall, and kinda big, and he had very curly brown hair. At the end of this dream segment, he came into our house (I think it was DE that only I knew he was evil) and I shook his hand to meet him, and he seemed like a nice guy.

Next, I was in a boat with Radiohead (I don't know why they keep showing up in my dreams, I don't like them that much) and my mom and her friend, Debbie, were in a boat ahead of us. My mom was writing down on this paper things that we were going to order from this pizza place. We had a bunch of stuff on the list, and then my mom puts the list (it was a notebook) in the water, so it would float to us, and we could write what we want. But since the drift was pushing us backwards, the list moved forward, away from us, and we had to start over. There was also this part where Debbie and her daughter were in this weird abandoned warehouse.

Then, I was in school, but it was just this hall with a bunch of tables, like a lunch room, but it wasn't a lunch room. It was like a conversation hall or something. I wrote "convention" in my dream journal, so I guess it was that. Anyway, I was sitting next the Kate, and across from me was Rebecca. There was a TV near our table, and we were about to watch something. I got up and walked around. I found Lawrence (that annoying kid from that other dream) and I found out he was getting his life together, and he had a job. I was actually happy for him, and he pointed to his girlfriend, who looked like a dude, and I said, "Boy she's hot," just to humor him. Anyway, I went to sit down again, and everyone had these lists. On them was like a catalog of things we could watch I think. The list was set up like a chart, and it looked more like it listed classes and such rather than movies or something. Either way, I noticed that each column was a different category, like on any normal list, with things like names of classes, numbers, and other boring things. But then I noticed that one column mention Lulu (In regard to the Metallica/Lou Reed album) and that each category had obscenities rather than boring statistics, like "tits" and "rape". I thought this was funny because it stood out, and I laughed out loud. Kate said, "What's so funny?" I explained the whole thing to her, but she didn't get it. Eventually we were watching the TV, and it was this weird movie that would sound like the Matrix if I explained it here, but it wasn't anything like that. In the movie, one part had Madonna materialise without her clothes on, and then gradually, her clothes materialised onto her. I made a joke saying, "In real life, Madonna's clothes don't usually go back on that easily."

I might have had another false awakening. I remember writing down in my dream journal the events of the Radiohead/boat dream. Actually now that I think about it, I woke up, and I was thinking of what to put down, but I was doing it with my eyes closed, and I started to fall asleep thinking about it. So I wrote down a bunch of stuff, then I realised I was falling asleep, or I fell asleep, or something...then I woke up and had to write it all again. I don't know...I'm not counting this one as a false awakening.

The next dream was more vivid. The first part was that I was this hero or something, and I had to fight Wolverine, who was the villain. We were in this room with a section of floor, but then parts that dropped off to spikes down below. I kept knocking Wolverine into the spikes, and I almost killed him, or I killed his partner (I don't really know) by crushing their head. Then Wolverine retreated. I was left in the room with the Penguin from Batman, and he took a notice to the walls of the room, which were made of trees. The walls had large scratches in them, and the Penguin mentioned, "I remember when I got these scars," as if the scratches on the wall were scars on his person. Just then, the scratches started to bleed. The Penguin looked at me and said it was amazing that I didn't have any scars on my face (presumably from fighting so much). Then I exited the room from this high-up balcony. Suddenly I was in a Hogwarts-esque school, and I had to get to class, and I was late because I was fighting Wolverine. When I got to the class room, which actually looked a lot like something from Harry Potter, I noticed that Wolverine was my teacher, and we had to put on this act because no one was supposed to know that he was evil, and I was a hero. In this part of the dream, I was a very Harry Potter-like character, but I was Harry Potter. For example, I was pretty well known, and I didn't know anything about the world of magic because I was raised by muggles. I entered the classroom, and Wolverine mentioned the next page of the text book that we had to read. Since I was late, he chose for me to read it. I hurried to my seat as the class watched me, and made fun of me. I took out my text book, and tried to remember what page he said. I asked the kid next to me, and he refused to tell me, so I looked at his book. Apparently, this was enough to prove his point, as Wolverine didn't have me read the passage. There was something very off about the social norms of this place, as well. Then this girl across from me, told me to scoot this stool over to her. I did it, assuming it was hers. Well, it turned out to be this popular girl's stool, and she yelled at me for giving it to some "unpopular pig." I looked at her and said in frustration, "Well, I don't know! I was just introduced to magic! How am I supposed to know who's stool it is?!" As if it had something to do with magic. The unpopular girl kicked it back over to me, and I kicked it over to the popular girl, who was at a table in the row in front of me. She went to stop it with her foot, but when she did, it shattered into pieces. She looked at me, like she was going to blame it on me. I stood up and screamed at her, "YOU kicked it! YOU broke it!! YOU'RE AN IDIOT!!!" I was very tired of everyone making fun of me. Then for some reason, the whole incident was forgotten as one of the students was whispering to a friend about how there's a rumor going on that their teacher might be the one with "the metal hands" (referring to Wolverine's claws. Remember, it was kept secret). Wolverine overheard them and said to the class in a reassuring and parental tone, like an uncle to a nephew, "No, I am not the metal man." Then one of the kids mentioned syphilis. Don't ask me why, but it was DE that this was a good thing. It wasn't referring to any disease, but rather just a likable trait. Anyway, everyone knew that the metal man had syphilis, and one of the kids mentioned that their teacher, Wolverine also had syphilis. In an effort to mess with his students in a playful way, he mentioned, "But I DO have syphilis. I don't know, kids, maybe I AM the metal man after all." He was very charismatic with the students. Then, suddenly we were doing this experiment. Wolverine turned off the lights, and we had to observe these jars. In the jars, there were apples, and applesauce with cinnamon, but it was DE that it was sand, and a sand storm. We had to observe what was happening, and anything important that we saw. Like I mentioned earlier, the social norms were very strange. It was frowned upon to work outside of a group, although everyone in my group wasn't talking to each other. After observing, Wolverine turned the lights back on, and he asked the class what they saw. People were raising their hands, and mentioning things like the colors, and the shapes, but not the obvious. I went to raise my hand to mention that there as a storm inside the jar. But people got mad at me, and Wolverine called on the top kid in class. He mention other things but not the storm. Then Wolverine called on this kid in the front who had to pay the top kid in class to be able to say the correct answer, which was the storm.

The last part of the dream was only a fragment. It had something to do with a computer program that was essentially a bicycle kit, and the name of it was this pun for bikes, but I'm sure it wouldn't make sense in waking reality, even if I did remember what it was.