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thu 29 december 2011
23:00-8:30

Drank some water before bed, didn't wake up at night though. What's a good amount to drink?
Had my alarm set for 7am, woke up to turn it off and failed recall. Went back to sleep after bathroom.
After waking up a second time, still no memory. Then, suddenly something triggered it. Can't really be sure which dream it was, or whether it was just my imagination.


Me and two of my best friends are sitting at a table ready to play some poker. We are in a cafeteria-type room, with the dimensions of something you could compare to a train wagon, but I seem to be under the impression that we might be on a boat. We are dividing the chips, but since they're not labeled we're trying to figure out their value. I'm trying to make stacks, but because of the shape of the chips the stacks keep collapsing.

At the other table there is a girl, who I recognise as someone from primary school (I used to have a little crush on her). I know it's her, but her face looks different. We exchange a glance. She's with a group of people (girls) and they're not playing poker.

I get up to walk to another room and when I'm in that other room I see a big box, like a laundry trolley, but it has no wheels. When I try to pee into the box, someone behind me says something along the lines of: "I never thought you would stoop so low". The face is not recognisable, neither is the posture. Not even sure if it's a man or a woman but it's some kind of teacher. As the teacher tells me this, I see there is a bathroom at the end of the room. I attempt to fake my intention of peeing in the box, by dropping to the floor pretending I'm searching for something on my cell phone. There is a map on my cell phone, with some locations marked on it.

Might be too soon to recognise a pattern, but so far school was somehow always involved.
The need to pee was probably induced by my blatter in reality, though it wasn't strong enough to actually make me wake up.

mon 26 dec 2011
01:00-08:00

In one of my universities buildings there are two ropeswings in the middle of the lobby. My friend starts running and swinging in a circle. I take the second rope and catch up to him, kicking him forward to give him more momentum.
The point of all this is to film it, I'm part of the filming crew (director or lights guy, not sure). When I swing alone (as to show an example), there is a big table of people dining in the middle. As I swing between two heads, a picture is taken. The result is a still of me, infront of a woman who is somewhat amazed and two colourful lights (red and orange, or red and yellow).

Lousy memory, I know. This was actually more than I remembered at first, something triggered parts of the memory again.
Tried doing my mantra last night: "I will wake up and remember my dream." But I never keep it up long enough until I'm actually falling asleep.

sat 24 dec 2011
11 pm - 8.30 am

Our class goes out on a field trip. I know it's my class, but I can't really recognise any of them.
We are in an old city: small paved streets, stone buildings, churches. It might be in Belgium.

I get detached from the group because of some issue with registration, I trick the administration lady (who is actually sitting in something more like a cafeteria window) into signing me up so I can leave and catch up with the rest.
Along the way there is a closed door and we have to wait for the guide to open it. I pull my key chain out of my pocket and try a key that I believe could be a master key (I used that key before in a real situation). It works! This creates an advantage over the guide of the tour and we try to stay ahead of him by crossing different types of obstacles.

Finally when we do encounter him, a battle between us and him occurs. I'm looking down on us, because we're all miniatures. He dies, but suddenly resurrects and we try to flee him.

***

There is a clear memory of me visiting my friends house (not sure if this was before or after the events, not sure whether it's the same dream).
It's not actually my friends house, but dream-me thinks it is. I find his dad there (whom I have never met). He tells me his son went out.
When I call him, he tells me he's with a couple of friends in another city. He invites me to join them, but I decline since the distance is too great to travel on my bike.
I call some other friends, who seem busy at the moment aswell.