dream fragment

i was at a museum that held old Egyptian artifacts and i remember going outside and it was just desert and there were areas where you could go underground where it looked like nothing had been touched for ages with spider webs on the artifacts and such.

i was holding my breath underwater and when i realized i couldnt hold it anymore i thought i was going to drown, but i realized i was breathing just fine and that i could breath underwater

i was in a big city in front of a big building that was made out of glass and i could see inside the building was some one i knew, but i cant remember who it was.

i was playing tag with kids from my elementary school monarch on top of mt Shasta, and i fell off one of the sides because there were cliffs around all sides, and as i was falling for a long time, i suddenly responded up on top of the mt. again and i started playing tag again

i was walking on a railroad next to a desert at night

my father and i were walking threw some thick dark woods following two hooker looking women, then we arived at a trailer and my dad told me to wait there untill he comes out, and he went inside with the two ugly hooker looking women and i was stuck waiting outside in the dark

high school had started and i reallized i needed to get on the bus where i went to fire fighting, then i was at my house on grandview. where i reallized school had already started and i had already missed the first couple hours of school and i was in front of the school with no one else around.
+i was particularly stressed with school the night before and this was quite vivid

i was riding a kx85 0r 100 out in the dessert and i really remember holding on so tight that my wrists hurt, like they have been hurting for awhile, then i came to a sand duney place with treese every where like Florence Oregon.

i find myself at my cousins house, and he has a particularly large pool made of jello, and i jumped in the pool, also there were lots of people (jehovahs witnesses probably).

This morning I had a dream that wasn't very vivid. It featured some people from my high school and a cafeteria, but I don't remember much else. I feel there might have been an aspect of driving to it. I did not record the dream when I woke up.

During the dream I realized I was dreaming during a stream of thought. I didn't feel very connected to my dream body in the dream and didn't have that first person perspective that I have in vivid dreams. So even though I debated changing the dream and trying to go to Japan, my dream plan, nothing came out of the lucidity. I just knew I was dreaming as I witnessed the dream.

After a dry spell this whole week, I finally dreamt again! I've been adjusting to a new sleep schedule since I just started graduate school...
Anyways:

June 27,2014

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Mr. Face

I was with Zukin in a classroom. The tables were arranged in a square with one edge missing; the missing edge faced the whiteboard. I sat on the left edge, toward the back, and Zukin sat next to me. The Face was our teacher (But I'm not sure if it was actually the Face. It didn't feel like him. But I specifically remember that he looked and sounded like The Face, with his patchy, colorful clothes and his singsong voice)

So, we were in this class, and the Face was our teacher. He was getting all enthusiastic about the World. He started to draw on the board, and I realized he was drawing a world map. It was incredibly accurate. I looked down at my notebook for a few seconds; it was blank. When I looked back up, the world map was finished and the oceans were half-filled-in with this super intricate pattern made with three different colors.

Then, we were in a different classroom. It was my 7th grade science classroom. I was sitting on the right side this time, in the back (this room was arranged in three rows). The whole right wall in that classroom was windows into a little courtyard that no one was ever allowed into. I cant remember what the Face was "teaching" us here, but I do remember that we had snack time, and Zukin had brought some pineapples and was sharing them with me.



Schizzo Parking Garage

I was in some sort of Men In Black- or Jacky Chan-type movie. I don't know what makes me say that, I just woke up with the feeling that that's what it felt like. I was with some people, but I don't remember who, and we were driving in this packed, crowded, narrow city. It reminded me of Hanoi. Whoever I was with was going with me to our friend's apartment there.

We drove around, looking for a place to park, and eventually went with a parking garage (that, now that I am fully awake and thinking about it, has been in at least one dream before!). This garage is very big... Like, everything seems like it's 1.5x scale. We found a spot, and walked from there to my friend's house. When we got there, my friend was half-naked with two women in his bed. He didn't want to open the door because the women were there, but I blackmailed him, telling him that if he didn't open the door, he'd go to jail. He finally opened the door...

As I stepped through the door, it was like going back in time. I was suddenly back in the car, looking for a place to park. I pulled into the parking garage, parked the car, and we left the building, but I realized I needed to go back for some reason. I remember something about a large locker that I needed to make sure would be safe. I don't know why I didn't just leave it in the car... It may have been strapped to the top of the car, and I was worried someone would take it. So I took it down from the top of the car, and set it upright next to the car, looking around. I go up to the second floor (the car was parked on the first floor) and it has become this sort of posh-looking waiting room. It seemed very 90's to me, if that makes sense. I asked someone if there were lockers to keep belongings in (why put a locker inside another locker: I don't know), but she said there weren't any, and I went back down to the level my car was on.

But the first level had become this weird basement storage area. Lots of old doors and windows were all over the place, leaning up on walls. The space was narrow and a bit claustrophobic, and I left without looking for the car and locker.

I found my friends waiting for me outside the structure, and we went to our friend's house again. I noticed that his apartment building looked like my IRL apartments on the outside, but on the inside it was arranged differently; each floor was basically a stretched octagonal room with doors on each of the corners (so, think of a rectangle with the corners chopped off and doors put there). We waited at his door for about ten minutes and he wasn't opening it at all, and we couldn't hear anything from inside. I started to wonder if he was dead or asleep or something, and we left.

On the way back to the garage, I had picked up an alcoholic beverage, and accidentally opened it before I remembered I was going to be driving really soon. I couldn't reseal it, so I tried to hide it. When we got back to the garage, it was still a bit off; it was about half-way between the way it originally was and how it had been the second time, if that makes sense. So it still had aspects of both versions. I found my car and the locker, put the locker back on top of the car, and just as I was about to get into the car, a police officer came up and started talking to me. I had the drink in my hand, and the cop noticed, but didn't seem at all worried about it.

I said, "You're not going to give me a ticket or a warning or anything? This is alcoholic, you know..."
"Nah, it's not a big deal."
"Really...."
"Yup. Just, you know, drive extra carefully," and he nudged me conspiratorially with a grin and wink.
It was super weird and creepy so I got in the car and left, then woke up.



Playground of HORROR

I was with an old friend; we were children. We were on a playground that was deserted except for us. Everything was gray...

We climbed through one of those tunnels on the jungle-gym, and then she suggested we climb up onto something that I can't remember the name of. She called it something specific... It was this big contraption... It's hard to describe, but I'll try. I was basically four polls sticking high into the air, and at the top was a sort of upside-down bowl with handles along the rim. There were ladders along the four polls.

We climbed up and were crawling on top of the bowl, and then my friend told me to grab on tight to one of the handles along the rim, and I did... then she did the same on the exact opposite side, and it started to spin. It wasn't so bad at first, since it was just spinning on a horizontal axis, but then it started spinning vertically too, so I was upside down ad left and right and all over the place, and even when I knew I was oriented normally, it felt like I was hanging up, as if gravity was all messed up. It was terrifying and I was screaming for it to stop. It didn't stop, and my hands were getting tired, and I was terrified that if I let go, I would be thrown into space and die, but when my hands gave up and let go, I was gently set back on the ground by some unseen and unknown dream force.
Then I woke up.

I had a dream about a live animation foxtrot cartoon that made this really hilarious social commentary joke, but the notes I wrote down this morning are unintelligible. All I can remember besides that is my old preschool's logo with a bright red filter.

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Last night I spent over an hour trying to have a WILD, but wasn't anywhere near falling asleep and got bored of lying still. I tried a WBTB at 4:45 for another hour but nothing! I actually got farther with my nighttime WILD attempt.

Four dreams last night, and couldn't reality check once. I'm still surprised, I guess. I remembered most of three of them. I went to bed after eating an apple, and I had "I want to dream about Mr. Gill's class." in my mind.

1. Began somewhere between 4 and 5 am
I exited my chorus class, then walked down the hall to reading. I went into reading and left it, then saw Miss Mitch and Miss Ally. One of them gave me a bowl of ramen noodles (which I hate) but I began to eat them anyway. Halfway down the empty hall to my 'next class', with my mother suddenly trailing behind me, I heard one of the teachers yelling at me to not eat the noodles. I handed them off to my mom, and then entered the classroom.
It was in the wrong hall, but oh well. I walked up to my friend, Maddie (she had a shimmery purple bandana pulled over her hair, it looked sloppy), and she smiled at me and pointed excitedly at a kid I knew last year, Jake. She kept saying his name but he only looked up to look at her. He did not notice me.
I sat down by him and Mr M (who for some reason looked like an old guy?) started the lesson, even though it was the 'first day of school'.
When we left, it felt like the last day of school.

2.Began somewhere between 6 and 7:30 am
I was heading home from somewhere in a van with kids from my classes. We were in a white van, and someone was driving. Then my friends made the driver stop and they pulled out guns and started shooting randomly. I grabbed my suitcase (it had a knife in it) and started walking home, but for some reason I left the suitcase there and went back to my friends. A cop van... or a patrol van? I don't know, started coming toward us. One of my friends shot at it and left about 8 bullet holes on the passenger side of the van. The van stopped and one of the people inside of it got out, a kid I recognized from my bus. He began walking around the van, and he pulled my suitcase back into the van. The patrol van drove off, and the kid stopped searching for our stuff and said "None of the teachers want to be late for the chiropractor". I was relieved he hadn't found my knife.

3.Began between 7 and 8 am
I was walking through the halls at school with the people I ate lunch with. I headed into Mr. Gill's class, which was in the wrong room. His TV was over the door and it had a lesson playing. The seat in front of me was empty, so I took it. Mr gill, who was sitting across from me, offered me a bottle of water. It was label-less and only had about a centimeter or two of water left in it. I took a sip for my sore throat and slid it back to him. I pulled off my grey polo shirt(i do not have any, even though i want them) and revealed my navy blue tank top underneath because it was hot. I began adjusting a jacket which was on some clothes hooks, then noticed the TV.
It was actually a Q and A video about how good interacting with people is. It kept replaying the scene while people had to guess an answer. Mr Gill picked some people, but they did not guess correctly. I looked at the answer on the screen- it was the only answer, and the people with me did not know to use that answer. I rolled my eyes.

Dream Fragment:I'm standing in front of the tv in the living room just staring at the wall behind it, then my mom walks in and starts talking about how she's been talking to my dad, and me and my sister become angry, but then she says he has throat cancer then I become somewhat concerned, but only somewhat. I think to myself it's probably from all those cigarettes he smokes. I tell her to tell him to poor his urine down his throat and then to stop contact because it might be one of his tricks again.

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