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    1. 06/21/2015 - visiting universities

      by , 06-21-2015 at 04:59 PM
      So this night was a busy one. I woke up at like... 6 ish. In the middle of a dream (The Barcelona one). Then I went to bed. Some of those dreams were SUPER vivid. Which was cool. Way better than yesterday when I only had like a wee bit of recall. Anyways. Here it goes.

      06/21/2015 - VISITING UNIVERSITIES

      I’m in the United States with my sister, my dad (I think) and Isabelly. Apparently I'm much young in the dreamWe’re going to visit some universities. We’re in a van, however we first stop by Isabelly’s building and I meet her parents. Her mom seems more welcoming, but her father seems like a very strict man.

      As per usual, I’m not happy to be there. Everyone else is excited, though. My sister has a green water bottle. Like the kind you take with you when you go jogging or when you go to the gym (it looks very similar to the water battle I misplaced this week and can’t find it for the life of me).

      Isabelly is super friendly towards me. I tell myself she’s interested in me. We visit a university and I see a bunch of kids, leaving a class. They’re happy. They’re excited. There’s a guy with a face on the back of his head. Everyone thinks is super cool. I think he looks ridiculous. There is an aeral walkway and a very busy street in front of it. This particular university looks like the ones we have here in Brazil, it doesn’t look American at all.

      We later meet Isabelly and a friend of hers at other University. It kind of looks like El Camino College a little bit. Her friend wants to be a lawyer, but it’s mostly because her dad is forcing her to. Isabelly sits next to me. I put my hand around her shoulder. My hand, gently, brush against her chest. She doesn’t seem to mind. My sister is sitting on my left side. A little later Isabelly pushes my arm away. I don’t really mind. It’s not like I’m super attracted to her anyways. I just lean against my sister and think about being in the US again. I’m sleepy, but I really don’t fall asleep.

      The van stops across the street from Isabelly’s building. Before we leave, Isabelly (either on purpose or accidentally knocks my sister water bottle around and there’s water all over the van).

      Everyone then cross the busy street in front of Isabelly’s building. I fear someone might get ran over. I’m the last one, and I’m running for my fucking life. Then we’re inside Isabelly’s apartment.

      I sit on the couch and Isabelly’s (still unamed) friend sister on the floor between my legs. I don’t really think she’s attracted to me, she just might want to make Isabelly jealous.

      THE DEAD COW

      I’m on a farm with my dad (who by the way has been dead for the past 18 years). We see a dead cow in our property. There’s a number branded on her backside. I looks like 11, but in hindsight it might have been ll. All farms there were indentified by number, ours were 10.

      So my dad tells me to call the cow’s owner to tell him about. I do. I call him on the cellphone, and the cow refuses get his dead call, and he’ll only do it if we pay him money (??). I don’t say anything, instead I just give the phone to my dad.

      THE CRASHING AIRPLANE

      I’m at my sister’s house. It’s not really her ACTUAL house, since she lives with me. The bell rings and I open the door and it’s Michael Keaton’s Bruce Wayne and the Jack Nicholson’s The Joker. They come in, apparently my sister is friends with the both of them. I just look in awe at how amicable they are to each other.

      The dream transitions to an airplane. I’m sitting next to a guy, who’s arguing with another one. I get the feeling I know them both. One of them says we shouldn’t have chose this particular company because it has the option of travelling nude. (a nudist airline… I might kickstart that!).

      The plane takes off and my sister is cheering, because it seems like a successful one. The plane, then turns upside down, everyone is screaming and holding for dear life. I’m seeing from outside now. It all looks like some bad flash animation. The plane manages to turn around rightside up.

      We’re now flying over a river, I have no idea why we’re so low. I’m still outside. The plane nosedives into the river. I’m back inside. I’m freaking out trying to get my mom’s mask on her before I have mine own, even though I know I shouldn’t be doing that. “American Airlines don’t have oxygen masks!” She tells me. I put mine on when I feel the water inside the plane.

      I then convince myself this is a dream, but instead of taking control I still let panic take over and I wake up. (Does that count as a lucid dream?)

      THE BB SNIPER

      There’s a cement pathway on the grass. I think it might be a park.I looked a LOT like the park from a video I was watching before going to bed on mindfulness. So I’m walking until I realize I’m near the beach. I’m stretching, which is completely out of character because I A) don’t exercise and B) when I do I don’t stretch (I don’t believe in it).

      There’s a group of people exercising on the sand (the beach looks like Copacabana, now that I think about it). I know someone there. A girl. I don’t know who she is in real life. So she calls me over and I go to them.

      So apparently someone is interrupting their exercises, but they don’t know who it is. I spot two kids on a bike, and they have a… BB FUCKING SNIPER. They’re shooting the group with it. However, guess who also has a FUCKING BB SNIPER? That’s right. The Sebass. So I get mine and BLAM. I hit the kid who was shooting at them.

      I see the kid talking to his dad. Complaining? Crying? I don’t know. I tell the group we should march overthere and tell the dad about it. The group doesn’t want to. That frustrates the fuck out of me.

      THE CHAMPION LEAGUE CUP THIEVES

      I’m flying in front of a house. Thisis FC Barcelona’s HQ or whatever. Not the real one. Just one my mind made up. So I’m trying to break into the trophy room. When I get to the window, I see someone inside. Someone I know, Alexandre. But Alexandre here looks like DOC BROWN.

      Doc Ale Brown opens this cabinet, and I see it: The Champions League Cup. Apparently, I was there to steal it. As soon as I remove it from the cabinet I think. Fuck. There are cameras here. We’re gonna get caught. Alexandre goes, “worry not, I got this.” So we go downstairs and he starts chatting up the Security Guard. I think I was supposed to erase the videos and turn off the cameras, but I just joined the conversation.

      Then these super violent thieves show up and they beat the living heck of the security guard. So, in the dream I have superpowers, right? So I take all the thieves out. So we’re alone there, what do I do? I invite everyone I know to go for a swim at the pool. Ernesto (a childhood friend I haven’t seen in 23 years) is there, but apparently he and his family are dobermann’s now.

      I play with them for a little bit, then I remember I brought my dog along. I decide to check up on her. I walk to the front of the house and I see a flash mob thing starting. I don’t know who put that together, but I decide it’s a bit much and maybe we should bounce before the FC Barcelona people show up as I’m going back, I run into a lot of players. They seem confused by the people there, but not angry.

      I tell Dani Alves and Xavi that I have superpowers and they demand proof. So I say that I can rip these metal thingies that were screwed on the wall. Dani Alves says he can do that himself, and he does with great effort. I laugh and effortlessly rip it off. Garret Bale (who’s not even an FC Barcelona player) seems super amused by my display of strenght.