non-lucid

10-08-11 (This might be a non-REM dream) I am at El Castillo, I am hundreds of dreamers floating around the pyramid. I hear a woman's voice shouting “My daughter, she is lucid take her vision” I think am sort of waking up myself, but I try and see if I can lock onto this girl and find a vision “inside the dream” to stabilise. In the meantime I can feel that some of the dreamers, that are me, have found a way inside the pyramid. Everything is growing darker and darker and I wake up.

Notes: Felt more myself and consolidated, completely relaxed about my upper torso after this experience.
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I am lying in my bed and all of a sudden I feel myself being pulled towards the light. I feel somewhat feminine, but I know I am dreaming and I know I am headed for the pyramid. I scream something silly like “Weeeeeeeeeee!” in excitement about actually managing to go there on my first attempt.

Until. I am punched in the stomach on my right hand side it is not a physical punch, in fact it reminds me of of the energy I felt, when I was relaxing my body earlier, except stronger and not under my control.

The energy doesn't stop there it travels in a quick violent wave up my spine and exits just on the left side of my neck, just above the brain stem, cutting my connection to the light and the dream.

Notes: I felt this “punch” for quite some time throughout the night, though this could easily be explained by being in a permanent state of vulnerability to HHs.

These are the first two very short dreams I have concerning this project. It is the first time I have attempted going to the pyramid. In particular the first one could be somewhat significant, seing as others have reported loads of dreamers pouring in through portals and the like.

The rest of the dreams from that night can be found here, though nothing strikes me as out of the ordinary and none were lucid: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/vest...-bursts-22184/

This one is very blurry. I went to Valcartier (this is a water sliding place) with my 3 friends in BMX. I met my mother and my grandmother . Eventually my other friend arrived. He passed by without talking to us. My friends left and I stayed with my grandmother and mother.

I can't remember very well how it started but I was at old orchard beach (It didn't really look like the real old orchard beach though).
I was there with my father and my sister. I eventually met a nice blond girl. At first we were looking in each other eyes, without talking. But I went to talk to her and she invited my to her hotel with his father . We kissed and did hugs and all that stuff.. When I came back from OOB, it was christmas. My phone rang (it was the girl) I can't remember what we said. ![AT THIS POINT I SAID TO MYSELF: WHERE DID SHE GET MY PHONE NUMBER? SOMETHING IS WRONG, but I didn't turn into a LD ]! Later, I called her again and asked her her email. She gave it to me and I wrote it down on a paper. It was a pretty weird email and she said it was the one of her whole family.

This one was only a fragment.

I dreamt that I was in my Biology lecture that's supposed to start later this month. My professor looked completely different that he does in real life and spoke with a Texas accent. Then I woke up. T_T

I'm sitting in my room trying to go to sleep, when I realize, I've just gone to sleep. The dream is still in it's infancy so things are just forming. I have no clue on what to do...no goal....no motivation or anything, so I head outside. Off in a distance, I see a tornado forming, and for a second I lose it and think "what if that's going on in real life". It finally touches down, and starts twirling everywhere, ripping everything up in it's path. Eventually it reaches me, and I'm standing directly in the middle of it. I looked up and made a circular motion in the exact opposite direction of the tornado, and it reversed it....causing it to suck back into itself. The clouds formed a dome, and lighting was coming out....the entire scene changed and I found myself in hogwarts.....wtf? All I wanted to do after that was wake up.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

There was a girl who hung out with some extremely fashionable people, possibly Andy Warhol's entourage. She had either darkly tanned or copper-brown skin. Her body was lovely. But her head was very strange.

From her forehead back, her head was like a flat disk, like a plate. It was hairless and a little bit mottled. On either side of this disk, almost at the sides of the woman's cheeks, were eyes. The eyes were quite wide, pale, with very tiny pupils.

I saw the woman in two scenes. In the first scene, which I can't remember very well, the woman was indoors, in some place like a fashionable club. In the second scene, the woman was walking on some brick path beside a house, drinking some can of juice or soda. In this second scene, the girl was wearing a long, stylish, but very summery, green dress.

I noticed that the girl's mouth and chin were both very small. Her mouth was almost all the way down to her chin. I thought the girl must have had some kind of disease that had deformed her face.

I now heard the woman talk, as if in narration. She had been an orphan, but it had been very hard for her to find a home, due to her deformity.

Another female narrator now explained that her situation had been similar with that of a boy. I now saw the boy laying in the back of a car. He was little, maybe eight years old. He had shaggy, brown hair, and he wore a white t-shirt and khaki shorts. He told the camera (?), "I've been to a number of different homes. But nobody's wanted me -- because of my problem."

I wondered what the boy's problem was. He didn't look deformed. But I suddenly saw his chest, for just an instant. The boy had a healed-over puncture wound, very deep, in his chest, just up and to the right of his colar plexus. The wound looked just like somebody had stabbed a sign-post into the boy's chest. I took this wound to mean that the boy had heart problems.

The boy continued, "I went to the libraries to do research on my disease. But they didn't have much about it. But I studied whatever I could find."

I had a view of the boy in the library, typing at a computer. It looked like he was on some kind of black and white, text-only page on the internet. But it was just the library catalog. I thought to myself, It's a real sign of the times that, whenever this documentary was made, all you could do on a computer at a library was look up what books they had at that specific library. But nowadays, if you have the right keywords, you can do tons of research on just about anything.

The woman narrator now spoke about how she went to the library the boy had gone to, so she could see for herself how little information the library had regarding the boy's disease.

I was now far out in a big town, which I may have thought of as Brooklyn. I was way out at the end of town, but I needed to get back home. It was daytime, and the streets were really packed. I was looking for a subway station. I kept zig-zagging through various crowded streets, hearing people's conversations. I kept finding subway stations, but they were never the right ones.

One subway station was elevated maybe five or six meters above ground. It was set into a concrete stairway which had shrub-filled planters all along it. This appeared to be a station for one of the green trains (4, 5, or 6 line in New York). But it also seemed like the station was closed, even taped off with yellow police tape.

I wandered down a straight road filled with people and cars and tall buildings. There was noise and rushing everywhere. I may have done more zig-zagging through the streets, looking for a police station.

I was now in a quiet, suburban neighborhood, walking up to a driveway on the right side of a house, coming from the front of the house. As I did, a 12- or 13-year-old girl came walking up beside me. She was only wearing a pair of yellow briefs-style panties. She had pale skin and brown hair down to just above her shoulders.

I was in some bathroom. I had a huge mustache, and maybe a huge goatee. I was trimming my hair. I realized that the more I cut off, the better I looked. I wondered what would happen if I just cut the whole thing off.

I was back out in front of the house. In my memory, I heard a black man telling me how it would be bad if I kept thinking about the little girl whom I'd seen topless. He said that something like that was bound to get me in trouble.

I was now walking back over to the driveway. At the curb, the driveway had something over it, like a gate of garlands, through which a new bride might walk on her way up the aisle at an outdoor wedding.

Just coming through the gate was what appeared to be some kind of creepy guy. It looked like the guy was trying to catch up to me and elbow in front of me for some reason. So I sped up my walking to get to the house's side door before the creepy guy could get to me.

But then the person called out to me, not by name, just something like, "Hey!" I looked at the person and realized it was just the girl again. She was naked, again, except for her yellow briefs. The girl held a white, terry-cloth summer dress in her hands. But she didn't look like she was going to put it on.

The girl's body was a little weird to me. She was pretty thin, but her bottom was a little bigger than would seem to be proportional with her torso. The girl also had two "breasts," which were more like two little nubs of flesh with nipples on top, very close to each other at the center of her chest.

The girl seemed to be pretty interested in me. She said, "Yeah, I'm studying -----." (I forgot what she was studying.) We got in the house. We were in a hallway. At the far end of the hallway I saw a room off to the left, with orange walls, where my mom was sleeping on a low mattress or couch.

The girl and I walked into a room near the front of the hallway and off to the right. The room was small and plain, with just a mattress on the floor and a white sheet draped against the back wall. There may also have been a loose door or a long wood board leaning against the wall near or under the sheet.

The girl was continuing to talk about her study project. Apparently it was all a real pain in the neck. Now she needed to use a computer for some research. So she'd come back here, apparently to use my mom's desktop.

But we were apparently in this room because the little girl wanted me to have sex with her here. I was thinking it probably wasn't a good idea, because I didn't want my mom to wake up and discover us. But I also felt like if I wouldn't get in trouble, I should probably just have sex with the little girl. She seemed to be really curious. I thought I should help satisfy her curiosity.

Dream #2

(I had fallen asleep while "rehearsing" the memories of my first dream.)

I stood in a dark room of a museum with a woman and possibly another person, maybe a man. The woman was very business-like, professional looking. The walls of the museum were either black or not lit at all.

The woman and I stood before a painting of some dramatic scene, like a Redcoat soldier on a hill during the Revolutionary War. But it was done in a very realistic style, like that of Millet (?), except more watery. The sky was a slushy blue, and the hill was like washy waves of green, dotted with white flowers. The Redcoat seemed to be collapsing. He may already have been down on one knee.

The style struck me as very dramatic and beautiful. But suddenly I realized the painting was a pointillist painting -- a style of painting I generally don't like very much.

I told the woman that this might be one of the very few pointillist paintings I actually like. I gave a description of the painting. As I did, I suddenly thought, Wait a minute! This isn't a memory from one of my dreams! What the heck am I doing here?

The painting seemed to start changing, a black, comic-book style painting "burning" out from underneath it, from the middle outwards.

I was at the house of an ex-girlfriend. In the dream, we were dating. Her house wasn't somewhere familiar to me. We were cuddling and talking. She was wearing a shirt and that was about it, so I was worried about getting caught. I heard a thump and got all freaked out. She tried to hold me there and tell me I was imagining things. I ran to the window after breaking free and saw a black SUV in the driveway. I went back and told her.

The room upstairs transformed into a basement room. She told me that it was her brother and he wouldn't come in her room. She opened the door to talk to him and I dived on top of a table, where I thought I'd be safe. She said "Um...I'm not dressed, so..." to which he replied "So?" and marched in anyway. He stood at the doorway and just barely saw me. She was like "Can you see it?" He said "Yup." She begged him not to tell their mother. He then gave me a speech to try to intimidate me.

Things are hazy until she gets a call that she has to go somewhere with some friends and her mother has found out about us. I'm upset about this and don't want her to leave since my phone is dead and I can't text her, and I don't know when I'll see her again. A car drives by and the driver is a friend of the mother. She looks through and sees me. I'm afraid.

I run outside and around the back while my girlfriend goes out the front. She runs to the car and flags it down after saying "Wait, tennis!" Apparently that was where they were going. I come to a clearing by a big electrical station in my town and there's a gathering of people. It's drizzly and wet. Will has two bikes, so I take one and start to ride it. I have trouble getting on and keeping control of it at first, and then I manage to ride to my house. As I approach, I realize I left my leather jacket which holds EVERYTHING I have somewhere else. I turn around to look for it.

I'm back in my girlfriend's house, and it's nighttime. I've essentially broken in. I'm listening to her mother talk to herself like a soliloquy. She's talking about a man named Mark, and how he's her true love, and she wants to remarry him. She says she's glad he "did what [he] did". I hear her say "It's time" and then says it was a huge secret that nobody knew. It was now undoubted that I was extremely screwed if I got caught.

She said she was going to do some dishes that had been piling up since New Years. She walked around the house and just barely missed seeing me, but then caught me. I said "You're going to be mad, especially because it's me, but please here me out." She actually laughed. I told her it reminded me of my mother the way we were talking. As I explained to her, I woke up.

10-08-11 (This might be a non-REM dream) I am at El Castillo, I am hundreds of dreamers floating around the pyramid. I hear a woman's voice shouting “My daughter, she is lucid take her vision” I think am sort of waking up myself, but I try and see if I can lock onto this girl and find a vision “inside the dream” to stabilise. In the meantime I can feel that some of the dreamers, that are me, have found a way inside the pyramid. Everything is growing darker and darker and I wake up.
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The HH tests! (the following contains some weird ass HH happenings that deserve attention, especially considering I was lying in bed for almost 6 hours this night without being able to fall asleep)

I am somehow involved with a vampire in need of aid and I am presented with a choice. I can find someone else to help her or I can do it myself. I know she needs blood to survive, though I think I am a vampire myself and I know I am experiencing either HHs or non-REM dreams.

Hence I know I am in no danger and tells the narrator that she can have my blood. So I open a hole in my arm of about an inch in diameter and let her loose.
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I am smelling sulphur, which to my understanding means presence of a demon. I have never experienced olfactory hallucinations before and decide to take precaution. I envision my body filling up with light and address the demon.

“You are not welcome here, you have no power here, this isn't your realm, this isn't your home”.

After having said this in a fairly firm tone the smell is gone and I feel quite relaxed and comfortable.
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I am lying in my bed and all of a sudden I feel myself being pulled towards the light. I feel somewhat feminine, but I know I am dreaming and I know I am headed for the pyramid. I scream something silly like “Weeeeeeeeeee!” in excitement about actually managing to go there on my first attempt.

Until. I am punched in the stomach on my right hand side it is not a physical punch, in fact it reminds me of of the energy I felt, when I was relaxing my body earlier, except stronger and not under my control.

The energy doesn't stop there it travels in a quick violent wave up my spine and exits just on the left side of my neck, just above the brain stem, cutting my connection to the light and the dream.

Notes: I felt this “punch” for quite some time throughout the night, though this could easily be explained by being in a permanent state of vulnerability to HHs.
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I am looking at an apartment for my mate, Tim. He can't be there himself so I explain that to the people who lives there. The house looks crooked and unstable a bit like Charlie's from the movie with the chocolate plot.

I walk around inspecting things while the couple living there tries to sell it to me. I am not particularly impressed and I tell them this. They ask if it is because of the mess and I take a quick look around to see if that could have somehow formed my first impression.

But it isn't the mess. In fact as I look around it the second time it looks bigger than what I have previously thought.

I go upstairs to a ledge and ask how one would go outside to the balcony I saw from the garden. The man explains that you can't.

I explain that I will give my description of the house to Tim, but I find it highly unlikely that he would want to live here.

The man tells me that it is nice that I am honest, so they don't have to guess at my reaction. Then they explain that they are actually owning the place and that it was meant to get rented so they had a little extra for when the baby arrived.

Skip

I speak with Tim and explain how the house looked and he confirms that he would have no interest in living there.

Skip

We are trying to go somewhere and we have a plane, the rain is pouring down and we can't see a thing. We are driving downhill trying to take off, but we don't have a strip and we don't really know what is in front of us due to the heavy rain.

I stop the plane as I don't dare keep accelerating as we are driving blindly. We get out and notice that we have stopped just in front of a high way.
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I am in a shoot em up computer simulation and it would seem like my team can't really get further than what they have done so far. I decide to join in.

The first obstacle is that we have to get to this little bunker on the beach. I have to go into this and do something in order to capture it. I have an old school sniper rifle with me, which I use to shoot a rather large kid looking in the doorway.

I keep shouting to my team that they have to listen out for something, think it may be glass breaking or something, in any case it has to do with the little bunker I am in.

I think we fail the first time, in any case I have to go into the bunker again and the second time we are successful, though the kid doesn't appear from the door this time, but a window which means he has gotten around a team mate of mine who is supposed to watch out for that side.

I miss the first two shots at the kid, but luckily I have an updated semi-automatic sniper rifle now. The kid was ducking down outside the window, dunno if he remembered my previous weapon.

There is a similar station further up the beach and that will have to be our next check point where a similar action will have to take place.

I start out by zooming in to see if I can pick out their shooters. The zoom works different to the first gun, where I got the classical circle vision with a corsair in the middle. However the new gun allows me to see up the hills and my entire field of vision just moves closer. The corsair is a white dot.

I start picking out soldiers who seems dressed like Nazi soldiers. There is a building or a city behind them and this is the final goal we have to reach in order to win. But before that we will have to get to the next station where we have a man under cover or hidden.

I make my way there and make contact with him, but he is pinned down at this moment. He is a werewolf and the only reason the other werewolf or guard dogs haven't picked up his scent yet is that they have been 100% focused on the assault that has been going on thus far.

I devise a plan to get rid of the dogs so he has more room to play. We lure them towards us and drag them down into a black maelstrom that leads them to another world. I jump through and they follow me in. There is water on the other side, which only helps my plan as I am going back through as soon as the dogs are with me and closing up the vortex. I trust this will be done though I have no knowledge on how to actually do it.

Next section is very blurry.

The plan works and we have now taken the next station. Our werewolf goes nuts on the soldiers, but it would seem that they are fairly immune to his bites. I may actually take on the POV of the werewolf as I am biting and tearing.

I get something coming out of my back that I can't quite describe, it may be a pair of extra hands or enhancements or it may even be some form of blades. Though I think in the end it settles for something like steel enchants for my arms.

We are at the leaders base now, there is a metal platform and railing, with stairs leading down to the beach, which is where they were planning to escape to. There are 3 or 4 of them all wearing orange jail suits.

I use my arm enhancements to kick the crap out of all of them. While I do so the perspective briefly switch to 3rd person as I am hovering out over the beach looking down on myself. Focus switch back and I start throwing people over the railing, it is clear that I have won.

I do the same with the leader and jump on him leaning my arms over his throat. At this point the dream has taken on a personal feeling rather than a game oriented and I want to make sure that all the people that have been killed are avenged.

The leader tells me that without my enhancements I can't do him no harm. I keep pushing at his throat knowing that they will be out again soon enough. They come and he gets scared and I push on his throat harder.

My team mates shout to me he isn't worth it but I keep pushing till I hear his Windpipe snap, though I think I wake up at exactly the moment this is supposed to happen.

It was one of the first days of school, but luckily I had only an hour or so to go. The subject ahead was sports. Sadly, I couldn't find my sports bag directly, and without consulting the teacher I went searching for it. My passage was blocked because of the cleaning personnel, They were cleaning the hallway giving entrance to the Magritteroom I wanted to enter. I asked the one of the women to give me the key to go inside, she refused. So I asked an Asian cleaning lady and I somewhat begged for it, she was willing to lend me her key. I entered the Magritteroom and it was dark and deserted.

The next thing I remember is still in that room where I find myself digging in a heap of sports bags and emptying them to see if I can find my stuff. I had already built a heap of sports shoes as tall as myself when I gave up and wanted to head home. When I opened the door of the room, I saw 2 teachers heading my way, one of them I knew from a couple of years ago. They somehow knew where I was and they said they wanted to talk to me.

They told me they wanted to speak to me about my bad behavior score of the preceding year. I was stunned because I'm always attentive but also critical towards the subject matters. They told me I scored weak because of my extremist points of views and I should score more this year if I wanted to end this school successfully. They admitted that they were forcing me to stop having the political views I have.

i'm with armani and we have to get on this ferry in order to go some place that we wanted to get to. while we're on it, there's this old couple that's talking to us about how long they've been together....all that good stuff. i took some food off the ferry and stuffed it in a bag, and told her that we didn't need to ride this thing to get there or something......i don't know.

Freddy had a job interview somewhere far away (a few hours) and asked me to go with him for the drive. we were taking his dad's truck because his car is broken. we got pulled over by Dewey police officers, women, because the tag didn't have a bar code on it. one of them asked me for my I.D. and i didn't want her to know i was underage so i told her i didn't have one.
"why don't you have one?"
"because i don't drive."
"why don't you drive?"
"i don't believe in it."
"oh, okay. i can respect that."
for some reason they searched the car and found some illegal substances and were now arresting us for that, too. one woman had short, thick, black hair and the other had long blonde hair. there was a child with them. i think she belonged to the blonde woman. i had left my purse in the truck and made them turn around so i could get it. once i was back in the police car i took out my cell phone and started calling my mom. one of the women told me to give her my phone "i have to call my fucking mom" was my response. then i woke up very suddenly.

my boyfriend and i were moving into a house together. we kept our tooth brushes in a closet. i remember telling him (after we had already moved in) that i was excited to live with him. we took in these children, i had no idea where they came from. i guess i hadn't told my mother i was moving out and was afraid she would ground me if she found out so a former teacher agreed to let me stay with her until my mother was calm or something....?

i went to an MHS band concert and my friend Kaitlyn was conducting the first song. for some reason i'd brought my pillow and blanket. the song was 'Row Row Row Your Boat' and Kaitlyn sang it. whenever she was done she stepped back into the band and picked up a banjo. someone else was conducting now. i don't remember any music this time but then it was over and it was time to leave. i had my blanket but someone had stolen my pillow. i took it back from the man who had stolen it and then i left.

Libertad in Bacolod. Looking for something. The Smart office? The girl I was with was giving directions, but is finding it hard to describe it. She then said that it's near the dorm where we had a sleep-over before. I said I remember where it is, and so I can find it easily.

Then I was going into that dorm. It was very messy. Not a room I like at all. And it was dark, with only a little yellowish light, as if from a candle, that lights the place. I went into the bathroom and found two guys there, and the toilet bowl was stuffed with either dirty paper or cloth. I think I slept overnight.

I was at home. In the kitchen area. It looks a bit dark. Rainy morning or afternoon.

I was in an office, working on computers. The environment was white. I was with co-workers/students. I was just starting when we were told by a lady in a white lab coat to shut down. I got irritated because it takes ages to shut down my computer.

Then there was a yellow hologram of a woman wearing glasses. She was saying something but I forget, or probably it was inaudible. Then she disappeared. Suddenly, there were robbers. They were demanding access to something. Probably money, but I had the idea of a "key." Then the hologram lady appeared, and she told them it will take them 10 weeks (or something) to access it. And then, in the hologram, she was shot, and she slumped over her desk. A guy appeared in the hologram, and said he got "it." They left.

Then suddenly, the "hologram lady" appeared in the flesh and blood, demanding how they could have broken the code. I went, along with others, to the hologram room. It was nothing more than a 4x4 feet closet, attached beside the window. The door and walls are broken.

I tried tracing the robbers. I draw a pentagram on the wooden floor, and slapped my right hand on it. Then I held it up and feel where they went. They haven't gone far yet. They went into the forest. I chased after them.

The area actually looks more like a camping site. There were tree houses and a mansion nearby. I then encountered a group of classmates (from high school, presumably, but none of them looks familiar) carrying food and drink (beer, probably). They said something about eating or something. I decided to hang out with them.

Hazy. I was in the camp, and was asked what I want to eat. There was only a choice of horse soup(?) at the moment. The priest who was there said that they thought they started the fire before they left. The cook (who looks like a bipedal horse) said that they had to catch the horse to be cooked after that. They started praying and ate.

I was in the city. Italy (how the hell would I know?? I haven't been there, but my mind came up with the place). Someone was chasing "us." There were two of us. And the agents chasing us were from the government. They were trying to catch us with special abilities. Either me or one of us can teleport. We were on a bridge with a lot of people. We "jumped" into something, but were pushed off. It was a scientist doing something. Then we landed on an underwater invention by another scientist. He explained to us how it crawls spider-like on the sea floor. Then he found out we were being chased by the government, and he pushed us off the thing and into the sea of beautiful marine ecology.

Neurosisfish's Dream

Dream 1 - books
I'm sitting across from or beside some girl I know and I am telling her that "I finished the book", referring to a book I recently finished. I get a response I dont expect, but when I wake I realize that no one I know of has read this book and that I dont know this girl either. It was City of Bones.

Dream 2 - On the way to the party
I am walking downtown with a group of 3 guys, 2 are slightly taller and white and the other is shorter and asian. All of us are dressed in nice formal wear and we are walking from one party to another, which I believe to be located in a large stairwell of some sort.
The down town area is very modern, with large metal and glass buildings, some of which are angled and sunken so they resemble awkward triangles more than skyscrapers.
Along the way, we meet 3 other of my other friends who are having a similar party of their own in a close by building. They made something like 200 000 glowing orbs which they hung from the ceiling. we goof around a bit, acting lame. I believe the group I'm with wins this confrontation and continues to walk.

Dream 3 - The party goes on continued from Dream 2
We arrive at the party location; it has large glass doors and white walls, the ceiling is likely 20 ft tall and there are black temporary dividers set up in the middle of the large room, making a square. This looks like the emptied main floor of a large shop.
Farther in, we meet the host. She is shorter and looks part or full asian with Long black hair and dressed in black. The asian guy from the group and her begin to flirt, although he is not that good at it, and in the end she more or less makes him ask her out to dance later for that night.
I know the night is going to be righteous so I set up a small stand to the side for citrus flavored beverages, which the host commends me on. At this point I'm wearing brown slacks, a blue sweater/jacket, and a white shirt with a red pizza hut logo on the front. We walk over to the host, who is now talking to one of my friends that just arrived. The host doesnt seem too pleased at my outfit and she asks me to go buy something nice to wear. I tell her that the shirt is fine, "it's ironic", but she doesnt buy it.
She convinces me to go buy a shirt and I ask if she needs anything to wear since i'm out. She says yes and decides to show me what to get. My friend who was talking to her tags along and I drag my other friend as well.
One of the exits to this floor leads into a shopping mall, and immediately she leads us into a store. The store is dim, furnished with dark woods.
Looking around, she says "I know i've seen it" and I tell her that I can pick something out if I know her style. She picks up a shirt with a little cute drawing on it. I say "So your style is small, cute, and funny, just like you. Awwww" She pushes me through the upheld shirt and I catch a smile on her face.
"Aha!" she exclaims as she walks over to a rack of grey sweaters with a bright green picture of some sort of cute personified iPod drawing on it. She hands me the shirt and walks off with my friend.
I look at the size and it says 56. Looking at this I feel as if it would be a bit large. I look at the rack and the only smaller sizes are 36, 9, and 8. I ask my friend is he knows what size she is, he has no clue.
I text my friend who went off with her to ask her.
and I wake up