non-lucid

Missed Class

I go into a college office for some reason or other. I come across a professor that was teaching a class that I was going to take this past semester, but ended up not needing. In the end, I forgot to drop the class. It didn't count against me, but I feel bad because I think it caused my professor more work. I tell her I am sorry, and offer to make it up to her by doing some work.

She (in real life one of my new coworkers) thinks a bit, obviously hurt by me not telling her I was quitting the class. "I could pay you for the work..." she mumbles. Clearly she wants me to do something but also feels bad about making me do too much. She goes behind some structure to think about it. I wait for a while, but start to get annoyed because she is taking so long. And besides, I start to think that I didn't do anything really bad. Maybe I was too hasty in offering to work. I decide that if she doesn't say something in a few minutes I will just leave.

Last night's recall was again very poor. I remember only a fragment. At least I'm still keeping the "recalled something" streak. Here's a short dream from the past:

Bruce Willis, Sergio Busquets & Me
Date: June 30th, 2009
Lucid: No

I was in some kind of running competition with Bruce Willis and Sergio Busquets. Everybody knows who Willis is, but in case you don't know Busquets, well, he is a footballer playing for FC Barcelona. There were other competitors as well, but us three were by far in front of the others. Busquets started creating a gap to us, which makes sense, you'd think professional footballer can outrun a recreational footballer and an old actor. But when Willis tried to overtake me, I had had enough! We started really gritting our teeth and taking everything our muscles gave us.

In the end the race escalated to Willis somehow summoning a car for himself. God damn! That's cheating! Luckily I managed to summon some help as well - soon I found myself chasing Willis with a motorcycle. Bruce wasn't much of a driver, as he crashed into the woods in a turn. I started just watching the crash amazed and because I didn't keep my eyes on the road, I crashed into a rock! I went over the motorcycle and smashed into the same bush as Bruce.

We just looked at each other and started laughing. I'm glad we at least found the comedy of it.

01/11/12

Paths to Nowhere
I am on a bicycle riding down a road in a place I don't recognize. I am thinking it is really something how I could live in a city for most of my life and still have there be so many places I haven't seen. I'm in the mood to explore for a while, so I start doing that. I ride my bike down into an underground tunnel that is going under some other streets. I hadn't realized there even was a tunnel in town! In the tunnel I notice there are several more passages branching off to the sides. While the main tunnel is large enough for a car, the side passages definitely aren't. They are large enough for a bike, however. So I start exploring them. They are all well formed circular tunnels that are lighted by lights running along the ceiling. It can be quite disorienting, and I soon find I think I'm lost. This doesn't bother me, however, as I know the tunnels can't go on forever. I find an underground shopping area and I park my bike to look around. I am quite tired and I think a nap would be nice. I find a place that has inflatable mattresses available for people to rest on. I lie down on one and snooze. I awaken to find the mattress is floating on water. I ask someone near me what is going on. She says that's why the mattresses are inflatable… because they get moved while we sleep to a new location. Damn, I think, I'll never find my bike now!


Village of the Damned Assholes
I am in a strange place, it looks like a village out of old times or maybe out of an RPG… such as Oblivion. It is night time out, and there is very little motion in the streets. There are lights glowing in the windows of the homes but no one is venturing outside. I wander through the town for a bit and finally a door opens. A woman comes out and tells me to get off the street before they come. Who? Them, the woman points at some figures moving into the village. They look strange… and I soon see why. They're zombies. She said we need to get back inside and just let them take their sacrifices. Sacrifices?

She points at the center of town where there is a pole, like a maypole, but the streamers from the top are all chained and at the end of each of them there is a naked person chained. This is no celebration. The woman pulls me and says come on, the darga will feed on the sacrifices and leave the rest of the village alone! I push the woman away with a disgusted look and tell her that's not going to happen this time.

I go over to where the zombies… the darga… are approaching from. They pause when they see me there, clearly not expecting anyone to meet them. They continue advancing. I summon my Witchblade sword and that seems to give them pause again. Not only is someone meeting them, that someone looks ready to fight. I hear a man call at me not to do it, but I pay him no heed. I charge right into the middle of the group of zombies and cut into them with my sword. They are clearly not prepared for this, and in true zombie style, it takes them a moment to respond. By that time most of them are already dead and it is quick to finish the rest of them off. I free the people who were meant to be sacrifices.

What surprises me here is that no one seems happy about the victory, in fact, they seem pissed. Wtf? A man is cursing at me! He says I have really done it now, the rest of the darga will come for revenge, the entire village is doomed now. Ok, then I will just wait around here and kick the rest of their asses when they come. He chuckles, not believing. He says there is no way one person can fight them all, certainly not a mere woman. He is pissing me off. I tell him he has no idea what I'm capable of. I fire a blast of flames at the dead zombies and incinerate them in an instant. I add that if they are too many for me to handle alone, I also have friends to back me up… some of whom are even more powerful than me. He says I have "helped" quite enough. I think he must be a leader of some kind, as a bunch of others are joining him in telling me to leave. I am pissed at that and I tell them to go ahead and rot then… anyone who willingly hands over their own people to be devoured by zombies isn't worth saving anyhow. I turn and head out of town with jeers and curses following me. I resist an urge to turn around and level the whole place with a blast of fire. The zombies will take care of that.

I am almost out of town when I see someone chasing after me. It's the woman who tried to warn me before the fight. Unlike the others, she seems truly dismayed at my leaving. She says they won't have a chance against the darga. I tell her that's not my problem, it's clear that everyone wants me to leave… so I will comply. She says not everyone wants me to leave… she pauses… she said they're just afraid to oppose the mayor… she then quickly adds that she doesn't want me to leave. She says in fact, she would beg me to stay and help them… do I want paying? She'll pay everything she has… just please don't go… I tell her that I am not interested in payment. She says if I'm angry, it is all the mayor's fault, he is the one that thinks he is always right and responds violently to anyone who tries to oppose him and his ideas. Those who back him up are just scared. She grabs my arm and then immediately lets go as if she thinks I will attack her for doing that. I finally tell her ok, when the zombies… the darga… come back I will also be back, with help if needed. But for now I am called to my home world. I wake.

I was in a store. They weren't selling anything specific, there was random stuff all over the place. I grabbed some of these small blow up soccer balls, which were like 4 for a dollar. Then I saw my mom. She handed me a bag of ceramic pots and cups she just bought. We walked up to the counter and there were 3 women working there. I told them I needed a bag. They gave me a brown canvas bag and I put my stuff in it. I noticed there was a shelf with flat boxes like record cases. One of them was for death note.*

Something was on my hand...a little fly type bug with a red head and clear wings. It was biting the crap out of me. I'd shoo it off, and then it would land again. I saw a bigger version of that same bug...almost the size of my fist. The tiny bug grew about that size and turned into a scorpion. I grabbed it and tore each limb off slowly...saving the stinger and claws for last. When I pulled off it's head, I woke up.


I also had a dream my daughter was over...something about eating food, and my friends sister was there.

I was with a few people. Some of them I recognized. It was fairly dark outside, and there was this mansion. It was big, and painted white. I don't remember all the features but at the front was a large wooden door. I walked inside and all the lights were either out, or flashing faintly. It was a long hallway, with more doors on the sides of the hallway. I walked down to the end, where a larger door was. When I got there, one of them attacked. It was a thin creature, with dark brown skin standing about four feet tall. However it had long arms with giant spikes so it appeared bigger. I shot it multiple times in the chest and it went down. I opened the door, and walked in. The room was medium sized and square. There was a circular opening in the middle with a spiral staircase leading down. The rest of my group, about two or three walked in. Then the monsters attacked. There was two of them. The fist came out from a vent and slashed one of us down. The second came through a door, and me and my partner shot it dead. The first was then killed right after we shot the first. Then I was elsewhere. I was with a larger group running along the driveway on the side of the mansion. At one point, I slipped. When I got back up I saw my Flight Commander (From ROTC) telling me to get up and not to fall again. "Yes, ma'am." I then noticed I had my cowboy boots on. Not very good for running on a slick, smooth, road. Then, one of those things attacked. It cut down this girl in the middle of the group, and killed another standing in front. We tried to fight it, however the monster was stronger and more resilient than the others. At the end of the driveway was a oval, purple portal. We started to run towards it. "Everyone get in!" Someone shouted. As I stepped in, it was over.

January 9th

10th Recalled Dream of 2012

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1-8-12

Woke at 8:30 and fell asleep again.

I was in this sort of race, but it was a foot race and the "track", if you could call it that, was laid out throughout various hallways and corridors of a large building or complex. It was on multiple floors, and there were no real sidelines; the runners simply stayed on the track and the spectators stayed out of the way.
I came into the event late, sprinting through the front door of the hotel (The building was a really fancy hotel). There was a crowd (mostly made of men in three-piece-suits) between the entry-way and where the runners start about twenty feet in. I made my way through the crowd as it parted an crossed the starting line just as the whistle blew. Everybody took off, and, just like in a video game, about half of them were already moving faster than I was.
We all ran the course, doing our best not to collide as we tried to not lose speed on sharp corners. I even took to grabbing corners and using them to spin-turn quickly.
My memory skips here to the end of the race. It sort of trailed off, so I don't know who won, but me and my dad were in our old truck on our way back home. We stopped for gas and I stayed in the truck where I noticed that a bag of anime tapes I had lost [in real life, I decided not to buy them].I remember clearly a Neon Genesis: Evangelion DVD box set, but it had the weirdest-looking case you could imagine for an Eva DVD set. It looked like something from the "Little House with an Orange Roof" manga. Weird.
We left the station and started home. The route in mu dream was similar to the route we would take home from my Church's old building, including a certain double-overpass. Just like in real life, there was a car dealership to the left of and before the two overpass bridges. What was really cool was that there was a '57 Bel Air pulling out of it in front of us a ways. Then another. When I looked at the dealership, the whole place was full of these cartoon-colored 50's cars.
All the way home we passed nothing but 50's and late 40's cars. We were even trailing a yellow-and-cream 50's car, big fins and all.
As we left the city limits [we live a few miles out of town], it was getting dark we crossed under another underpass right after passing a WEIRD and very tall and very cartoon-looking (think "Meet the Robinsons) 40's-sort-of car. To the left of the road, after the overpass, there were probably two or three dozen of them lined up like at a car dealership.
It was dark now, and we passed another of these strange, colorful, cartoonistic 40's cars. The difference was that we could feel the wind resistance this time, as if we'd just passed a semi truck.
Okay.
Then we passed another, and both we and it were going a bit faster [in real life, this part of the route does have an end-sped-zone]. This time the truck physically shook left and right just after passing. The next time (again faster), the back end even fishtailed slightly. The last time, we had sped up considerably. As we passed it, I braced myself for the delayed wind-impact, but... it never happened.
And the next thing I remember is the next day.
At the next race. (In the same building.)

So it's the next race/day, and the gun sounds, and we're all off. The route is different this time, and quickly takes us runners to a grand staircase leading to the next floor. It's sort of split at the top, and my friend L (Previously referenced as "Elizabeth") is sitting on the small pedestal where the bannisters meet. (Yes, the same friend that I got married to in a dream eight months ago.) For whatever reason, I stop to talk to her, and she is happy that I'm participating in the race. I'm normally reluctant to participate in competitive sport-like events, so I'm happy about it too.
You can call me creepy (if you must), but as friends we didn't find it weird at all that I tickled her as a parting gesture. [You know, to say goodbye.] She giggled and said something like "Oh, don't do that; I'm still getting over that one time." (She was referring to that dream eight months ago.)
I agreed and, saying goodbye, I turned to continue the race.

And I awoke, immediately thinking 'Really???' "Really", because I don't even know L as well as half a dozen other friends in my life, and I haven't seen her much in the past four months.

And that is the account of my dream on the Eighth of January, Two Thousand and Twelve.

Tuesday, 1/10/12 Bed 11:45pm

Some first time sensations. Sitting on a bed, did some looking at hands mantra “tonight in my dream, I will look at my hands and realize I’m dreaming”.

Then laid down on my back, which I never do, put my hand on my side where I have and ache and repeated rhyming mantra “from my hand shoots an energy beam to heal my body with power supreme”. Also for just a minute, envisioned white energy coming in through my head on inhale and out my feet on exhale, then in reversed order.

First thing that happened was, that I almost fell out of myself. As I was on my back, suddenly, very fast movement of my perception/inner body , as if I moved to lay down on my left side. Completely unexpected and so much fun.

Then I felt a swaying motion, as if in a hammock. Then on every inhale, I felt my body move towards the head of the bed and with every exhale, towards the feet of my bed. As is the mattress was on ball bearings. Quite intense.

At the same time, with every inhale and exhale, I felt a rotating motion, as if my body was starting to rotate, just one degree at inhale and exhale. I felt I’m no longer parallel with bed, but at an angle of 20 degrees. Also had a rolling motion going on, like on a water bed.

I kept saying my mantra and also saying ‘to the window’, and ‘up’. Then my cat jumped up on a bed and settled down to sleep. The sensations slowly stopped. I was able to open my eyes a couple of times, my room looked normal. I also heard some popping sound in my left ear, as if there was an open can of soda. At one moment, I felt my inner body squirm and trying to get out. I was two bodies at the same time. So interesting. Throughout the whole time, I was perfectly aware.

Then I had some detailed dreams.
DR 1 - 5am

I’m with group of people on a trip. I’m sitting with my teacher K on top of the mountain with steep slopes. We talk and exchange gifts. She gives me some plastic bags. I can clearly see the rocks, boulders and grass with flowers on a slope. Couple of times I almost fall off.

Then we are getting something to drink. I realize, I have only 10 money and 3 beautiful, large, black, shiny commemorative Star Trek Voyager coins. One is for season one and 2 for season 2. I don’t want to spend these.

DR 2
I’m on a street P in NZ. Talking to someone.

Waking Life Element
Not sure in which dream, but I’m talking to someone about bad quality of oranges in stores. The other person agrees. I say, the oranges I bought tasted watery. And the pomelo was sour and dry, when it should be sweet. Then we ended the conversation but I wanted to add something about tangerines I have bought last time were not the best, either.

DR 3
I’m with E in a hotel with beautiful view of city. Clouds look like after rain, I see rooftops and buildings of an established town, not super modern. I ask him where we are and how did we get there. (Waking life element). He sais we are in town…. (I forgot the name) in Maine. He repeats it couple of times.

I think I say there is no water in the room, so we decide to go to the town. We walk through the streets. Come to entrance to a hotel restaurant. In the lobby, the lady is asking me for my ID. I say I don’t have it, we just ran out to get some water. Then E shows his ID. The lady sais - I could either let you in or not, but if I didn’t, we wouldn’t live in a free country that we live in.

Then I have a conversation with E, about how I like, that in US, the person in charge doesn’t have to adhere strictly to the rules, but is able to make a decision, whether to bend it or not, if situation warrants it. (Waking life element - I frequently think about this).

Inside, the restaurant is round, ground level, with large windows and a round bar in the middle. I stand by the window and suddenly see a big boulder rolling down a small hill, that’s landscaped. Boulder stops across the small street next to one of the cute little houses. I call E to see this. By then we notice 3 boys on the hill fiddling with the boulders, making them roll down. A lady holding a tennis racquet comes out of the house closest to us and I bang on the window to get her attention. I try to tell her to call the police on the boys. But she calls them in the house and I realize they are her sons. Then she comes all the way to the window and apologizes to E, thinking he is a police officer. The glass is tinted and you can’t see well from outside in.

11.01.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Forget about what I said about having no dream recall, I was brushing my teeth listening to a song and BAM it hit me. One dream recalled at least, should never underestimate my brain to recall things at random moments.

Dream 1:

I was inside a house with several DCs. I was sitting down watching them have conversations with each other. I felt like the lone wolf, and I think one of the people had their own novel in sale. I think it was on of those motivational books focusing on how one could become one with God or something like that, not too sure, but it did have fancy text popping out like a Tom Clancy book. And the house overall had that really homey feel to it. You can see the photos of the family there and how innocent they look.

(And whenever I go to people's houses for a meeting or a party, I would normally glance at their family photo quickly and wonder if they're just lying and trying to make it look like it's a stable and non dysfunctional bonding with each other. I'm not jealous of it, it's just that photos can be so fake sometimes).

Then I see a couple, or two DCs, not sure on their relationship, dancing. They were basically just doing "One-two, one-two" steps for their dancing. Then after the music was over, they sit down for a break (I'm assuming they are listening to it since you can't just dance like that without some kind of beat, unless you're practicing or doing it for the lulz).

Then the guy who was dancing with the girl wanted to dance again, but she flinged her arms like crazy signaling she obviously wants to take a break. I don't know what happens after that, but I do recall that I started to move a little bit. I'm not sure if I was dancing with someone, or just with myself.

I felt my arms were up at least, and moving in "One-two" steps and even twirling my imaginary dance partner. (And I saw traces of the number "6.9," not sure what that means, maybe a 69 cock-blocked by a period? XD)

I'll edit this is I recall any more dreams. I shouldn't underestimate my mind if I can't remember anything 2 minutes after I wake up.

I started my bed-side dream journal about a week ago, so, this being my first entry, I'll just lump them all together seeing as they're not long or very detailed.
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4/1/12
1. I was looking at a random selection of friends' photos on my Facebook with my sister (who knows none of them), including a friend from the flat below me in my uni accommodation who got his bicep tattoo at the same time I got my first on my back. I'm pretty sure I was comparing the two to my sister (who is the only person in my family that knows about mine, may it long stay that way).

2. All I remember was that I was in a larger-scale version of the pool in which I used to work as a lifeguard, and was later fired from.

3. I was playing my first match back for my old rugby team, Teddington, and my first tackle was a fairly weak one - which is unusual for me, as flooring people is my favourite part of the game. The best kicker on the team later attempted to punt the ball down the pitch, but missed it completely - not sure of the relevance to be honest.

Later, however, was the stranger part. I was in the changing room, getting my wallet and phone from my bag in order to give it to my dad for safe keeping, as he often comes to watch matches. However I bumped into my friend's parents on the way, as well as his older sister, who was naked apart from a towel around her chest. When I proceeded to give my phone to my dad (I'd left the wallet for some reason), I attempted to put my contact lenses in, only to find I was putting them in over an existing pair, to great discomfort.
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5/1/12
In an adult house party somewhere greatly resembling the house I spent Christmas in, I was trying to pry a dog's rope toy from a cat. However, the cat made high-pitched barking sounds and despite putting all my effort into it, I could not get the rope out of its grip.

I was later shirtless in the kitchen, where I had to tell my mum to look at something (that I made up) in the other direction, so that I could slip past without her seeing my tattoo.
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6/1/12
I was in an abandoned changing room (may also have been a bath house, given the steam) with my aunt and two younger cousins. I was playing various games with them, the most vivid being simply sliding around on the tile floor in socks.
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7/1/12
The Red Hot Chili Peppers were onstage without a singer, so me and my friend from my music course stepped from backstage to cover. We both forgot most of the words initially (in the same way as a drunken karaoke night), but I eventually got very enthusiastic and began singing in more of a hardcore punk manner, jumping and flipping on stage like Frank Carter (Gallows) or a similar frontman. I spotted my family in the crowd, who found it silly, despite the crowd's enthusiastic reception.
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8/1/12
Sadly, nothing.
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9/1/12
My first other-worldly dream, in what I assume was an Elder Scrolls environment. Somehow I was looking at a town in two perspectives: both before and after it had been partially destroyed and rebuilt. I.e. I could see two versions of the town at the same time. It vaguely resembled Skyrim's Solitude, in that it was long-shaped and up-hill, maybe ending at a cliff at the far end (though I didn't venture that far).

Near the base of the hill was Umbacano Manor (though nothing like that of Cyrodill), with a large courtyard. I talked to various bodyguards (in the fashion I normally do in-game before talking to the most important person last), and then got to Umbacano himself. He offered to upgrade my spells and teach me new ones, before I realised I couldn't learn them (I don't tend to play magic characters) and so ended my dream.

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10/1/12
Nothing again, unfortunately.

My first dream was set in the desert in some sort of war simulation. I was under a big tent thing and was shooting guns with a few people. We werent in the military, but more like a third party type company testing out guns. idk. Anyways, we started shooting and i noticed that several of the guns had a built in suppression system and remember being quiet impressed by this. Then, the simulation sent what seemed like a thousand men with one leader that wouldnt die..we starting picking them off and then i zoomed up into a sky view where i could see that my group of men were crowded into a circle and the opposing simulations were gathered around us. It became a wierd sky based game where my men couldnt touch the outer wall; the simulations. And now, in retrospect, it looked just like the Lucid Crossroads..interesting. then i dreamed that i was sitting at the table and my "uncle Mike" came over. (I dont have an uncle Mike, but i have seen him in a dream before.) He threw some food down on the table; a bargain shopper bag of cereal and a couple cans i think. I remember joking with everyone who was sitting around that i could tell by the ammount of food how long he would be staying. "He brought 2 weeks worth of food, that means we wont get rid of him for at least a month" i said. He was sort of that family member that everyone despised, but couldnt turn him away. Then, the humiliation. I was sitting in my living room about to call someone but i needed a number. I got on the computer really fast to look up the number and when I got off my aunt got on. I went back to the computer as i had forgot to get some bit of information and when i did, my aunt said, "Stop looking at titties". I laughed and asked what she meant. She said it again, and i looked at the computer screen and it was covered with porn. To top it off, i was now in my underwear, making my innocence that much harder to validate. I helped her remove this from the screen; my entire family now standing behind us. Then, thank God, i woke up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a classroom, sitting at a desk or a table. The desks, I think, were all joined together for each row, so each row of desks was like a long table. I sat at about the middle of the classroom, and just a bit to the right of the center of the row. The room was lit with a dim, drab, greenish fluorescent light.

I was probably myself, at my age. But I was sitting among a bunch of kids in about sixth grade. Everybody around me was probably Latino.

I turned around to my left and faced the back row. Everybody in the classroom was getting ready to take a multiple choice test. I was telling everybody in the row behind me how important this test was, but how everybody would do well in the test, because everybody was really smart.

The test had now begun. I noticed that one of the kids, a boy sitting more toward the left of the center in the row behind me, was doing his test in a weird way. The boy was kind of overweight. He wore a black heavy metal t-shirt. He had his hair shaved into a style a bit wider than a mohawk.

I remarked to somebody in the row behind me -- either a woman my age or a girl the boy's age -- that the boy was answering all his multiple choice questions with only one letter -- either "c" or "d." I laughed at this, hoping to share the laugh with the woman or girl. I probably implied that only a stupid person would answer all his questions with the same letter.

But now the test was over. I realized what I'd done. After I'd given such a nice speech, telling everybody how smart they all were, I'd singled out one boy as being stupid. I may have caused that boy to lose faith in himself. And I may have made myself look like a cruel kind of idiot to everybody else.

So now, to make up for what I'd said, I started giving some weird speech to some group of kids (and an adult?) near me. It was intended for everybody to hear, especially the boy. But I was acting as if I were just saying it spontaneously, and like I didn't think the boy was going to hear it.

I basically said something about how everybody makes their own choices on a multiple choice test, and how everybody determines the choices that they make based on their bodily rhythms. So whatever patterns a person makes out of the choices on the test, those patterns are good, because they match the person's bodily rhythms.

The boy stood up from his desk. He walked toward the right side of the room, then up to the door of the classroom. I could tell he felt bad about my having made fun of him. And I could tell he thought the speech I'd given in an attempt to make him feel better only made him think I was an idiot.

I called out to the boy before he left the room. I said something to him, but I don't remember what. The boy turned around a little bit, not facing me, really, and said something to me, kind of mocking the way I'd made fun of him.

Dream #2

I was in some building. I had headed away from the first floor atrium of the building, and was now headed up a stairway. The stairway was wide and went up to a second floor or mezzanine area.

Another stairway, a bit narrower, went off to the right, from the second floor to some higher floors. This second stairway looked out onto the first floor atrium area.

As I was reaching the top of the first stairway, a guy stood at the foot of the second stairway, looking down to the atrium area and talking to a woman who stood there. The building was really quiet, even though it was really big, and the woman was the only one down there.

As I approached the staircase, I thought I'd just edge past the guy and let him keep talking. But the guy saw me, so he started walking up the staircase, in an attempt, I guess, to keep moving ahead of me. But he kept talking to the woman.

The staircase had two sides, divided by a railing. At some point, I tried to get onto the other side. But somehow the guy was blocking my way from doing that as well.

At first I kind of liked the guy. He was a white guy with pale skin, a kind of round face, a red beard, and read hair. He wore squarish, thickish eyeglasses, a cap, and a plaid, button-up shirt. He reminded me of a really nice guy I knew in New York, who now lives in Chicago.

But the more I looked at this guy, and had to listen to all the crap he was saying to the woman, the more I realized I didn't like him at all. He even seemed to be getting fatter and more annoying-looking. I wasn't going to be patient with him. If he kept blocking my way, I was just going to push past him.

But as soon as I pushed past the guy and started walking more quickly up the stairs, the guy started walking more quickly up the stairs himself, as if he had to keep up with me, or keep one step ahead of me. The whole time he was doing this, he was still trying to keep up a conversation with the girl down on the first floor.

The staircase got narrower and steeper. Also, somehow, it got twisty, like a helix. I had kept going faster and faster, to get past the guy. But he kept going faster and faster, to match me. At some point, he finally stopped talking to the woman. The guy and I were just in an all-out race.

By this point the staircase was so steep, it almost felt like it was inclining backwards. I had to hold onto the railing just to keep my balance. I didn't even know if I'd make it to the top of the staircase. For the final few steps, I had to close my eyes. The very last step was incredibly difficult.

The top of the staircase was some kind of small area, like an administrative area in a university library. I walked past the balcony that was around a staircase, then through a small hallway, then into a little kind of hallway-like alcove off to the right.

The man who had raced me to the top of the staircase was following me. We both sat down on a bench in the little alcove area. The guy sat to my right. He slumped over on his right side as we sat.

The guy started complaining to me. He was upset that I'd beaten him. (I'd only beaten him by half a step -- if that much.) But he was making it sound like I'd purposely pushed him really hard. Because I'd pushed him hard, I'd injured him somehow. So he was going to get me in trouble for injuring him.

I had stood up at this point, probably because I didn't want to listen to the guy anymore. I might have thought I was going to walk away.

But now the guy stood up in my face. He wasn't wearing a shirt. And he looked a lot different. He was clean-shaven, with a square, close-haircut and brown hair. He had a wide body, like good muscle slowly going flabby. His eyes were, at first, kind of pale blue.

The guy shouted at me that I shouldn't have pushed him so hard, because he had diabetes, and now his body was messed up in all kinds of ways.

The guy's appearance changed a little again. His irises now had a pale, reddish tint to them. I even thought to myself, Is this guy an albino?

And now, on the guy's chest, there was a tattoo. It was like a double-headed "triangle," or an abstract mountain with two peaks. But the left peak was slightly highter than the right peak. And in the body of this "triangle" was a vertical rectangle, solid black, with a wide, diagonal strip of white running across its center.

I felt bad for the guy. I didn't mean to get his diabetes all messed up. Plus -- for some reason, the guy now reminded me of a female-to-male transsexual. Something about this was turning me on, like I was attracted to the part of the man that was still female.

So I decided to be gentle with the guy. I tapped either the guy's chest or back with the back of my hand. The guy's body was still sweaty. We both sat down on the bench. I started saying something nice to the guy.

dream for the 9/1/12
I was trying to explain to my brother about chemical equations and molecules using milk bottle caps and string to connect them. In response he decided to move all the furniture around and eat pringles.

Dream 1
I was sitting in one very comfy chair in a pub. I was alongside a man in a red t-shirt, I was also wearing a red t-shirt. The man had a pint and another man in a blue shirt walked up to us.

I thought we were going to fight him because he was in another gang or something but the other man just welcomed him. We had a laugh and conversed.

When we were on the out I saw a friend who I haven't seen for a while.

Dream 2
I was watching Manchester United play against a team in white shirts and black shorts. It looked like Fifa 11 or 12, United scored early in the first half, then feeling like time was slipping away Patrice Evra dribble all the way into the oppositions box and scored to win the game 2-0.

I didn't realise I was dreaming even though I subliminally made it all happen from thinking the match was about to end even to the second goal. When I thought about when I sprinted on Fifa 11 and scored.

Fragments
I was reading my DJ entry from yesterday and someone said that I should put up pictures of X-Wings and TIE fighters. Which was one of my concerns last night. If people didn't know what an X-wing or TIE looked like.