Glieuaeiel's DJ

Baby Ghost

I'm playing a video game. There are five main sections of the storyline and they all have a specific name.

I've just finished a quest involving a baby child in a crib, the heir of a royal family. Somehow I start watching a trailer for the game, which I slowly realize is a cinematic retelling of a later section of this same storyline! Spoilers! But on the other hand, who really cares about spoilers, and the story is interesting. Apparently the baby later dies, and his ghost comes back to haunt the crib. I'm standing in a corner of the room at night when the ghost appears in that corner of the room. It attacks me, and I have to defend myself with a magic sword. Later on, Snape is having a conversation with someone when the person betrays him, stabbing a dagger into his side and cutting all the way around the outline of his body.


[I've decided also to add a star rating system to the titles of these entries, since what's the point of titles if not to give some indication of how interesting the content is:

*: fairly uninteresting
**: mildly interesting
***: unusually interesting (e.g. unusually long, unusually detailed, or unusually important)
****: interesting in content and impressive technically (in dream recall or control)
*****: life-changing, awe-inspiring, and the like]

Previous sleep hours:
Fri Feb 1, 2:23-8:30

Fragments (LUCID)

[Okay, I know this was a lucid dream, but I didn't have time to record it at the time, regrettably. Here's what I can remember.]

A topless girl is in bedroom.

Later, I reset to a checkpoint in a bedroom. I unplug the ethernet cable. Outside there is a TV. Earlier I was tasting Goldfish and some other food. I go out to a glowing hall. An old man catches my attention: I wonder if he's my dream guide. I approach him and open my mouth, but he cuts me off.

"Shut up, just shut up and follow that guy," he says, pointing. "We'll meet you here in a few hours. Don't look for us; we'll find you. Shut up and follow him."

So I do. I catch up to the other guy. He comments that I was the fastest person to catch up so far. I arrive in a common area with people wearing Hogwarts uniforms. They've been training their lucid skills inspired by the Harry Potter universe. Right now they're trying to jump up and touch the high, vaulted ceiling of the room. Someone says something about having enough brains. They don't think I can do it because I've only just started training. But I try, and after a few warm-up jumps, I manage it. Somehow a backwards roll is involved.

[I've switched to 24-hour timestamps, just in case my schedule gets really bizarre.]

School Play

I'm trying to find the showers, but there are a lot more people running around the hallway than usual. Pulling back a curtain, I find the place I was looking for, but all of the stalls are taken. The one nearest me is taken by Lord Voldemort himself, judging by the face. That's weird.

Some of my friends drag me out on stage to take part in the auditions. I'm stuffed into the head of a dragon costume. My job is to move the jaws and tongue in front of a light to create a lifelike shadow puppet against the wall. After we read a few lines, though, we're shooed offstage. I don't think the show's director was impressed. At least this explains why someone was dressed up as Lord Voldemort.

In the audience, I spot the actor who played Bilbo in "The Hobbit." It takes me a minute to recognize him, though. By the time I realize how cool it is that he's here, there are too many people between us for me to catch up to him.

I find my roommate in the hallway. Earlier I lent him my toothbrush, but he's had it for a few days now and I want it back. His reply to this request is pretty confusing. I'm not sure what he's saying, and I suspect he's trying to evade giving a straight answer. What a bum.

Number Puzzle

My grandpa's been helping my group of classmates by making a number puzzle, similar in layout to sudoku. When I take a close look at it, though, I'm confused. How is it supposed to work? I start counting the number of numbers per column carefully. Most of them have eight, but I find one with nine. That must be a mistake. I call over someone to point out the problem, but I'm still confused. Here's a column with seven. So if I just shift one number over, that should fix things. But this box has some commas and periods in addition to numerical digits. Am I supposed to count those as well? Probably I should, since they must be there for a reason. I'll have to count everything again. . . .

Self-Haircut

As part of a deal, a girl is using electronic clippers to cut her own hair. The idea is just to go for it and see how it turns out. As she goes along, though, I notice she's taking a bit too much off of the sides and not enough off of the top. If she keeps going the way she is, eventually she'll have to get a buzz cut in order for the haircut to be even. So I try to get her to cut more off of the top. I'm not sure how well it's working, though.

I Quit (8:00)

I'm at a sports club, where we're doing our warm-up workout outside. The current exercise involves teams of three. We lock arms in a specific way, then take turns trying to lift the people on our left and right using our core muscles. I'm the last person in our group to do it, so I wasn't expecting it to be as hard as it is. I try it once--try it twice--and then give up. With hardly a goodbye, I walk back towards the locker room to change and go home.

On the way is a swimming pool, and I accidentally trip and fall into it. At the last moment I remember that my shoes are muddy, and I hook my legs over the side of the pool so I'm hanging upside down from the edge. That way, the water stays clean.

After I pull myself back out, the club's head instructor is standing on the other side of the pool, looking at me. He commends me for my civic responsibility in keeping the mud out of the water, and as a reward, he says he's willing to overlook my embarrassing decision to quit the club. "We're back together," he says, and it's clear he's enjoying the double entendre. This guy seems kind of like a sleaze-bag, and I don't think I want back into the club. I throw an apple core at him and go into the locker room.

Inside, there are some students practicing Apparition. It makes me sorry to realize I'll never get a chance to learn it, now. The trick has something to do with having complete faith that when you turn around, you'll be looking at the new location; I never quite got the hang of it. Oh well.

I look over towards the secret door, which I also never figured out how to open. Then I see there's some kind of locking mechanism in the upper right corner. It's moving around, which must mean someone is trying to come through the door. Probably the head instructor trying to talk to me again.

Indeed, it is him. As soon as the door opens, we start fighting. It's a mix of Tae Kwon Do sparring and a knife fight. We end up back outside, advancing and retreating and circling around one another. I'm rather proud of myself for being able to deflect all of his attacks.

I am joined by a team of fighters on roller blades. They are part of a resistance group that has an ongoing feud with the sports club. Sensing my opportunity to cut ties with this place, I go with them when they leave.