non-lucid

Angry
I'm in a hotel room with a bunch of familiar people. My sister, mother, roommate, friend, friend's fiance, and another friend. I seem to be the day before the friend's wedding and it's my job to organize things. I've arranged for the groom and guys to stay the night at my apartment and the bride and girls will stay someone else. Also, there are a bunch of cats in the room. I start to become really frustrated and upset about the situation. The cats shouldn't be here. Some of them seem to be stray cats off the street. My friends aren't cooperating. I am actually enraged and walk out because I don't want to be in the same room with these people anymore.

T-Shirt Store
I am in a clothing store in a mall. Two friends are with me. The store just has a few racks of men's t-shirts with a random variety of prints and text. A salesperson is showing me the t-shirts, but I'm not interested. My friends and I leave and back into the indoor mall. Suddenly, I feel lost. I look around and finally see my friends way ahead of me down the hallway.

Dream - Lucid

My dad and I were driving up a snowy mountain in his car, with my mom and brother driving behind us. It was daytime, I think. We saw a lot of wildlife. We came across some deer as we turned a corner, one looking kind of cartoonish and very cute. It was a fawn.
"Look, it's Bambi!", said my dad.
Then, there were black bears in front of us. HUGE black bears. One reared up on his hind legs and roared. We reached the end of the trail, and my dad got out to go look at the bears. He came back with a mangled sleeve and huge gashes in his arm from where a bear had attacked him. It wasn't bleeding, and he was walking around like it was nothing. We knew we had to get him to a hospital. My mom drove up, and my friend Leigh was in the car with her and my brother. Leigh was sitting in the passenger's side. I decided that I needed my iPod before we went to the hospital, since everyone else had theirs. We were then back at home suddenly, and my best friend Mk pulled into the garage in her blue Mustang between my parents' two cars (in waking life there's a pillar there, and definitely no room for a third car). We thought she had gone back to North Carolina for school the day before. She was wearing the clothes I last saw her in in waking life, a sweatshirt from her school, and black sweatpants.
"Sorry!", she said.
I got my iPod.

~

I was at a wedding ceremony of the Maymars? I had an invitation to the ceremony in my hands. It was outside and I was sitting in the front row. I remembered more of this one, but I didn't write it down immediately, so it has been forgotten. -_-

So here is my first dream journal entry here. After starting a dream journal in real life I started achieving better memory recall. This is my first attempt at total recall, and I surprised myself when I remembered.

RealNon-lucidSemi-lucid

I got off the bus and stretched, yawning as I tried to take in my surroundings. The structure before me was a hotel of some sort, so I knew we were at the destination. I met up with a group of friends, we got our luggage out of the bottom compartment of the charter bus, and proceeded inside. (This is where the dream starts to skip ahead a bit. I vaguely recall spending some time inside the hotel, but it was nothing of importance, basically just looking around. My memory comes back as I'm eating lunch outside.) I sat down with another group of friends, who seemed to be gossiping about someone's new boyfriend.

"Who is the chick you're gossiping about this time?" I asked, only slightly caring about what they had to say.

The name they told me was unfamiliar with me. They claimed I knew who it was, but I could not recognize who they were talking about. Then, they described her. That's when I remembered who it was, and said her real name.

"Yeah, that's what we said, wasn't it?" they tell me.

This strikes me as odd, because the last name of the person was completely different from the one they were giving me. I started to question why they would be acting strange like that...

"No, you said something different," I told them. They must have accidentally said it.

"Oh, I'm sorry! My mistake, sometimes things come out differently than how I mean to say them," my friend says as she smiles and turns back to her food.

I finish eating my food relatively quickly; I felt no real urge for food at the time, I was nervous for the upcoming competition later that afternoon. Our school was up against some of the best bands in the state. I had to prepare quite a bit for the performance.

That's when one of the weirder kids in the band sat down in front of me. He was one of the reasons band got such a bad reputation. Freaks, weirdos, geeks.. this kid was the epitome of uncool. I had almost no room to talk since I was in band as well, but there are always black sheep in the flock that the regular ones exclude. The kid kept staring at me, with a freaky look in his face. I couldn't stand it too much longer.

"What are you looking at, Freshman?" I asked the kid. I had a tone of frustration to my voice that could not be masked. I was sure he would get the hint.

But no, he kept staring at me with that look. I got up from the table and walked away. I wasn't going to bear that any longer.

(My dream fast-forwards about ten minutes later, in my room in the hotel. This part was kind of weird.. I guess its just because I'm a guy, my subconscious acts weird.)

I'm on my iPod at this point, just browsing the internet and waiting for something to do. Someone a room over was having a debate with me about pornography, and nude images in general. She viewed every picture of a man or woman naked as "porno". I told her that that wasn't true; some people did those sorts of things for art.

"Look, if I see a picture of a girl - photograph or not - and she's naked but not engaging in intercourse, I can consider it as art. As long as its pre-labeled as such, and not as a porno. People want to see the body's natural beauty," I told her, with an affirmative tone to my voice.

"Whatever, men like you are the reason women have to subject themselves to those things," she said in a condescending manner.

Once again, I left an uncomfortable situation before it got out of hand. The main reason was that it was about time to set up for practice. The competition was in a little over 4 hours from now, by my approximation. So I needed to tune my bass guitar, fiddle with the amplifier, and warm up. I made my way to the makeshift bandroom downstairs.

As I'm fiddling around the amp, something strikes me as odd: Why was the whole band here? This is a jazz competition, hence the bass guitar.. but most of the people I've talked to today are in concert band. What was going on? This has to be a-

"Hey, Drew! Can you do me a favor during practice?" It was my band director. All suspicion had faded at this point and I turned my attention to him.

"Yeah, whatsup?" I asked, interested to what he needed.

"Well I'm going to be busy making sure the wind instruments are doing fine on all their parts. Can you make sure the percussion is doing fine, since you'll be back there with them and all? Shouldn't be a hard thing to do," he said. He was right: The percussion of our band wasn't one for messing up. The winds on the other hand.. I can understand his concern. Its in the best interest of the band to focus his attention on them.

"Sure, I'll do it," I proclaimed.

He left the room and I continued to mess around with the amp. At this point, no further adjustments were needed so I checked my Facebook Mobile. The most recent status was someone posting pictures of amps. How strange? Here I am, fiddling with my amp, and someone wants to compare theirs with other people! I get ready to take a picture, but I'm distracted by the masses of people moving in for practice.

(As if it hasn't already gotten weirder, the room changes at this point. I was previously in a bandroom that resembled the one from my school, and suddenly I was in an auditorium. However, there was not the stadium seating of normal auditoriums. It was one empty room with a stage, and the band had their chairs and stands set up in the empty area, with my band director on the stage.)

I moved over to the back row of the band. My previous job was brushed out of my mind when I saw two of my friends, Anthony and Courtney. They were seated in the back row. Hm, the band director must have changed things up! Saxophones in the back? Weird! And Anthony and Courtney are talking and getting along? Last I checked they hated each other. Good for them.

I sat down in between Anthony and Courtney, and started warming up. I remembered that I was supposed to watch the percussion, but I figured that I could still do so in the back row. They were right behind me, I could hear them perfectly.

The real practice began, and we proceeded to run through our song list. After what seemed like an hour, we were finished. However, one of the band members pointed out that we spent too much time on some of the songs and we haven't even covered the Theme from Avatar. Wait, Theme From Avatar? Yet another thing that didn't make sense.

We played that theme for marching band, not concert. So I'm playing my jazz band instrument in a concert band that is playing marching band pieces? That's it.. I'm drea-

"Oh yeah! Sorry about that. Get out Theme from Avatar and we'll hit a few of the trickier parts," my band director said. Groans were heard throughout the band - we had been practicing for an hour! We needed to conserve our energy for the competition.

We all got out our music. We ran through the song, but then I noticed something odd. Courtney kept looking over at my music. I don't know why, but it was frustrating me. This happened every 10 seconds through the whole song, and I was getting very annoyed.

As if she seemed to have detected my annoyance, she looked at me. "I'm just checking to make sure nothing's wrong with your music," she said.

"Why would anything be wrong with it?" I asked. But there was something wrong with it. Upon closer look, I realized it wasn't sheet music. It was just several pictures, set up like comics. Each square for the picture were the same: 2 inch by 4 inch boxes with a picture of an empty field - empty except for one weeping willow tree. The sky above the field was an almost night sky: a slight shade of pink near the horizon, and as it got higher into the sky it went from a shade of pink to a purple, to pitch black. Yellow stars twinkled against the night sky. The only difference between the pictures were the organization of the stars.

It was like this for everyone's music. This must have been some experimental music notation. The stars represented notes. Man, my memory is going bad. Wait, it can't be my memory. I would remember something like this. All these stars as music notes? That's absurd. Only in a dream... a dream... a dream? Was I in a dream?

"Drew! What are you doing sitting there?" I was brought back to life by my band director's voice. He was angry. I had become aware that the music stopped. All eyes were on me.

"You wanted me to be by the percussion and make sure they sounded okay. I figured I'd hear them better in the back row," I said to him, fearing any punishment that may happen.

"That's absurd. I wouldn't tell you to listen to the percussion. I can do that myself," he said, still angry with me.

"But you came up to me and asked me before rehearsal! I swear..." I said, noticing that everyone was still watching me. Except for the percussion, Courtney, and Anthony. They were all looking at my music.

"Get back to your spot NOW," the director said, and he turned around and got back on stage to direct the band.

I got up from my chair and turned around. For some reason, there were no empty spots where I could go in the percussion area. There were cymbals, drums, and mallet instruments everywhere. There was one open spot that a friend pointed out to me. But in the back of my head, I realized the guy sitting near there wouldn't allow me to.

My fears were confirmed. "No, you can't sit here. Go away," the guy said, without me even asking.

So I turned around and went back to sit down where I was at, in the saxophone section. The band director's threat seemed to fade away. I didn't care at that point. We started playing again. My vision became blurrier, blurrier, blurrier... and everything was beginning to fade out...

That's when I woke up. I didn't remember anything except the last few parts of the dream at first, then as I proceeded through my day the memories came back. By the time I had access to my real life Dream Journal, I remembered most of the dream that I wrote here for you guys.

I was at my church, at least I had the feeling it was, but it was huge and hard to navigate and I didn't recognize any of the rooms. I don't remember any details about the rooms except they were very large and mostly white. In fact the worship center may have been from an old church I went to years ago. I was walking through the church with a specific destination in mind, a room where I was going to help clean, and getting annoyed at how many of the doors had alarms. Two teenage girls offered to guide me through the church. I'm pretty sure they were Yaeger's two bodyguards from Tales of Vesperia. I took them up on their offer. I got there and started vaccuming. I recognized the red vaccum cleaners from my current church. The janitor asked, or challenged? me to do a sermon in a few minutes.

Possibly Dream 2, but the setting is the same church so I don't think so.

I was also talking in a booth with a guy who was inviting me to work out or something tonight, but I told them I had a Bible study even though I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Actually I was trying to watch something while he was talking to me so it was hard to formulate a response.

Dream 2. This doesn't take place in the Team Fortress 2 universe or style or anything, it was very much like real life except the very last bit. That Defense Day thing is really out-of-place. I'm also somewhat worried about why my mind is trying to get me to drink pee.

It was "Defense Day", so all classes (TF2) got double defense. I thought there must have been an Attack Day or something before this. I was trying to figure out what classes will have the most overpowered advantages. There was a yellow soap-textured liquid in dispensers that when poured into anything made it very sweet and lemon-flavored. Just before this is where the apples came in. I picked up apples, green apples, green plastic apples. Another person was with me, I think he was overweight, and we were competing in some way with picking up this stuff. Possibly to make this liquid in other flavors. While I was doing this, I was outside during the day just outside a building. The building had two pillars in front of the entrance. There was grass surrounding an empty parking lot.

Then we went into a building and I looked around. The interior reminded me of a chemistry classroom. The other guy and I wandered around for a bit and I decided to try some of the yellow liquid with some water so I poured them in a cup (the yellow liquid came from a dispenser near a sink). As soon as I took a taste someone yelled at me to stop. I was sure it was because I had just drank soap, but it was because the race was starting. Just for a moment I heard of another liquid that worked the same way as the yellow, but was green and lime-flavored. We went into another room which I can only describe as normal with warm colors. I was going to race with another dude on a raised wooden platform. There were two yellow fish on my platform I wasn't supposed to squish but it was hard because you basically had to lie on your stomach. (The Freud inside me is laughing) They weren't on my opponent's platform. The race was weird because instead of going as fast as possible, you're not allowed to go past two colored guides that glide past you also on rails. I don't know if I kept behind the guide but the race was over in an instant, even though the timer that appeared at the top of my view said fourteen seconds or something. I won. I remembered other people racing this way too... *Flashback of some sort ---> I even saw myself watching the two competitors from an outside perspective. I also saw one of the competitors go flying off the rails at the end (winner or loser, unsure) only to fly back in the opposite direction on more rails I didn't notice. The referee made a comment about it.*

I get the feeling the next part come right after this last part, so it may be separate dreams, but the environment, characters, and everything is different so I dunno. Dream 3.

There's a small stage with Miis on it playing music (VERY small stage, like the size of your hand), and the top-down view of a bridge going over an area presumably with attractions in it. Mah bro and I were at a Best Buy-sponsored sports and concert thingy. The band played bad country music and my left side started to hurt. I noticed the lead signer was bent way over to the right, so I figured that was why. I begged him to get us away from the stage because my left ribs were really in a lot of pain by now. I wake up.

This dream occurred on October 4th, 2010. I was taking a nap around 2PM-ish.

I was at the beach with my mother. She was lying out on the sand tanning while I was in the water. I was about hip deep in the water; the waves were calm and the water was crystal clear (which is not natural for where I live). It was also very warm, I remember I could feel the sun beating down on my shoulders. As I was walking around in the water I noticed a few stingrays swimming around near my feet. I wasn't afraid of them (as I normally would have been), instead I was more or less intrigued by them. I watched them swim for a while and upon closer inspection I realized they were not stingrays but bull sharks. I was more shocked than terrified. I felt like it was just a surprise rather than a life threatening situation but I still ran for my life. I jumped out of the water screaming "SHARK! SHARK!" which then caused everyone else at the beach to run out of the water as well.

The entire population at the beach (my mother and myself included) ended up running into an abandoned supermarket -- but it was still intact and well kept. My mother approached a nearby pay phone so that she could make a phone call; I'm not sure who the call was for. While I was waiting a little distance off for her to be finished I became a bit hungry. I wanted to take one of the candy bars that were at the register but because there wasn't a cashier (seeing as the place was abandoned), I decided not to because I didn't want to steal.

I then turned my head to look down an aisle and I saw my dog (who was supposed to be a 100lb chocolate lab), Grant. I called for him to come over, and he did. It didn't strike me as odd in the dream that my dog was a middle aged black male with graying hair and a collar because I seriously believed him to be my dog. I grabbed "Grant" by the collar and tried to take him with me towards where my mother was but he wouldn't budge. I tried to look towards my mother for help but she was leaving, so I started to panic. I called out to her but she couldn't hear me. I ran up to the supermarket window and banged on the glass but she just continued on.

I then ran back and grabbed my "dog" and went outside where I saw my mother getting into her car. I went to her and was about to put "Grant" in the car when he was attacked by a zombie. It was terrifying (even more so then the whole bull shark incident) because I knew if he were to be bitten then he would turn into a zombie. I managed to push the zombie away from him (The zombie was very slow and easily overpowered. More like the zombies from Night of the Living Dead rather than 28 Days Later, Thank God!) but the zombie kept getting back up and coming towards us so I kicked it in the leg and it just snapped off and right when I heard the snapping of the leg, I woke up.

I thought this was worth noting. I had a dream about Colm last night. We were, at one point, in the midst of the physical act. It was very vivid; I physically felt every sensation. And that was strange, because in real life, the sexual act is usually physically extremely painful to me. Here there was no pain, only love and an indescribable, beautiful connection. The one I felt with him when I was with him in Mexico. He is one of only two people with whom I have felt that kind of connection.

It's nice to be able to see what the big deal about the penetration phase of sexual intercourse is all about, even if it's only a dream. It's also nice to have a break from my nightmares. I suppose my mind needed the respite. I am also at the onset of menopause, and have likely had that in the back of my mind as well.

Can't remember tonight's too well. I know in the beginning a lot had to do with anonymous message boards though and people were trying to give me some advice because apparently I had asked a question or said something. Then some of my online friends came up and were saying stuff about how one of the anons either loves me or hates me because of the advice they were giving. I know a lot happened after but I can't remember any of it..

01/08/2011

Highschool student profiling (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Okay, first two fragments: I remember something about running around playing a game as Diddy Kong (we've been playing Donkey Kong lately).

I remember another fragment where I was browsing some forums, though I don't remember why or what I was browsing for.

Now the dream I do remember. I was back in high school again, in what I think was Performance Arts class. The teacher asked us to come up with settings that had some consistency, but were still flexible. We were practicing adlibs or something. I came up with the idea of a weather forecast. (This idea came from a bit of comedy I saw yesterday, IRL) I went and put up the idea on the board. Then the teacher handed us something else to fill out, which I asked if it was related to our current assignment. She said no, just that "It's June now so you all have to fill one of these out before you leave". (She was being kind of annoying, really) This thing was kind of a questionnaire that the school, or the state or something used to profile students. (I did some of these back in high school, though they were basically getting numbers for drug or alcohol use, anonymously) I remember that the first question was something like, "I absolutely can't stand people who _________". I ask why I should have to fill one out, since I and a few others there are Seniors (implanted memory!) and wouldn't be coming back. She admitted she wasn't sure. About this time the dream ended.

My mother was in a cranky mood and was cleaning our house. She was in the laundry room scrubbing something with a toothbrush. She kept complaining to me on how the house was always dirty. I didn't say anything until she really got on my nerves. I told her I do not want to hear her talk about my family like that. She said That's too bad, I am. I went over to the counter and there was a box of raisenettes. it was yellow and white. I ate some. My brother came in and opened the fridge and said something.

I was playing a video game. My class was a warrior. We were doing 3's arena. We kept getting mages as opponents. There were at least 5 mages, both arcane and frost but no fire. They casted mirror image and I was instantly confused. I always attacked the fake mage. We lost 3 times in a row. Waiting to get in to the arena again, I was in this area, dimly lit. It had a purple crystal ceiling and a big tree that shined in the middle. There was water and grass too. A level 80 druid invited me to a group and I accepted. Then he queued us for eye of eternity but I didn't want to do that, so I left. We entered another arena. The matchup was a warlock, mage. The warlock was a giant eye with tentacles. He ran up to me and grabbed me. he dragged me to the other side of the map, I couldn't move.

Wierd dream about pokemon cards?? Me and a voice seemed to be selecting good ones. Also had a dream about a dog I used to have.

Me and a friend are at a rest stop in the middle of nowhere though we seem to be in a desert. There are also two men and a cashier at the rest stop. One of the men has a silver briefcase. My friend is talking to the man with the briefcase. I am sitting in a red chair watching them talk. the briefcase is open and the man is looking at it. I think the man is suspicious. On their left is the cash register and shelf. To their right is a wall and more chairs. My friend and the man walk to the other side and keep talking. But the man leaves the briefcase. I run and slide over to the briefcase hiding behind the wall. I look at the inside of the briefcase and i am astonished at what I see. I show it to the cashier and he almost faints.It is a nuclear device activator. He quickly calls the police and we take the briefcase. As we are waiting for the police to come, we look and see the man beating up my friend and yelling at him asking where the briefcase is. The police come and deactivate the briefcase. Then they walk over to the man and grab his fist right before he punches my friend again. WAKE.

I was looking at a giant castle. It was quite grand. It all seemed to be in some sort of grey-blackish cave. It stood very tall and big among the rocks. It had one significant tower at the top that reached over the rest of it. The castle itself was a bunch of light greys and blacks and purples. It seemed like the thing was made of amethysts.

Then there was something to do with horses. I remember hugging one, and searching for one by a subway station or something.

And there was something about AI.

Good morning, everybody. My dream recall has been slim over the past week. But I remember three dreams from last night.

Dream #1

I walked up through some tangle of vegetation, out onto a clearing that looked like an enormous, slightly sloped, corrugated tin roof. The roof was surrounded with vegetation like tree limbs and shaggy vines, which seemed to be hanging down from the brick walls of buildings. It was a sunny, cold day.

One of my old friends, M, stood on the roof. His face was grizzled. He was balding a little, and his hair was unkempt. He wore a brown and white flannel shirt.

I had been sent by a group of people (pretty girls?) below to offer something to M, something to keep him warm or entertained while he was hanging out on the roof. M had sent me away once, refusing whatever I had offered. But the pretty girls now sent me back, offering something else they thought M would want more.

M got annoyed and asked me, "Can't you see that all I really want is to be left alone for a little while?"

I realized now that M's being up here in this weird space was part of some kind of training or re-charging practice. He needed his solitude for the whole thing to work.

M began to tell me some kind of wierd story about popping chesnuts. I looked down at the roof and saw that chesnuts lay all about. Something about roasting and popping chesnuts fit perfectly with whatever M was trying to do up on the roof.

At another point, M was standing by a tree limb. Something like the seed case for a milkweed plant hung from the limb. The seed case quickly expanded like a balloon (or a condom!) until it was 1.5 meters long, transparent, and yellowy white. I knew the tree was about to release seed or even a whole organism, either a tree or possibly even some kind of animal.

Dream #2

I was with some people (my mother and some other family members?) in some plaza-like area that seemed to be at the top of a hill. The plaza area was before some kind of public area like an amusement park. There was a winding complex of roads, circles, and walkways, bordered by nice, red- and tan-stone buildings. It was a sunny day.

I looked into the distance, down a straight stretch of road, to another complex of nice looking buildings. We had come to pick up something from the buildings in the distance. But I'd made the mistake of getting us to this nearer set of buildings. I wasn't sure how to get to that complex of buildings. I figured the best way to get there was by walking (even though I'm pretty sure we'd driven to get here and could easily have taken a car).

One of the group, possibly my mother, started complaining about how far away the complex of buildings was (it was three or four hundred meters away). She complained that I'd come here not knowing how to get what I'd wanted and that now I didn't even know how to get to the place where I could get what I wanted.

I felt like arguing with her, telling her that I did know how to get what I wanted, and that I'd just aimed a little wrong. But I didn't feel like getting myself distracted or my mom upset by argument. I figured I would just stay confident in what I wanted and keep going forward.

I led us through some kind of long pool that went before the front of a long series of short, red-stone buildings that looked kind of like college dormitories. The buildings were to our left. To our right was a narrow, stone path, to the right of which was another long series of buildings. The pool was about waist-deep. The walls were white, and the water was clean, like chlorinated water in a swimming pool.

I called back to the people with me, "Don't you see we're going right where we need to go? We're taking a straight shot there, and we even get to cool off in this pool!"

Before us now was a staircase leading out of the water. Two little girls wearing purple swimsuits (one girl wearing a one-piece and the other wearing a bikini with a fluttery waistline) walked up out of the water. We followed the girls up the staircase.

We were now in an old-looking building that seemed like a museum or an old library. The lights were all off, but plenty of greenish-yellow light came in through windows. The floors were some kind of waxed concrete or dull-colored stone. There were stone columns everywhere, and some heavy, wood counters just out of the corner of my field of vision.

The group of people I was with was now two or three young adults, probably all women. The building was a hotel, and one of the women was talking to an older woman, asking about the pricing for the hotel. The older woman wore a long, blue skirt and a white blouse, and her black hair was done up in a 1950s style. She also may have been wearing some kind of gold necklace with a cameo pendant.

The hotel rate was something like $499 (or even $700) a night. The older woman explained that that was the way things were when you were in the city in Hawaii. I told the girls I didn't think there was any way we could afford a hotel at that rate. We couldn't stay here.

The older woman then pointed out a black and white poster on a column, advertising a special kind of "two- or three-room hotel" for only $299 a night. The older woman explained that once you got out of the city, things got a lot cheaper.

I couldn't help thinking that being that far out of the city would make the hotel cheap and risky. But the woman continued talking about the hotel. She said that each hotel was more like a house. It had two to three bedrooms, was completely separated from other dwelings, and even had a yard. The only reason it was so cheap was because nobody wanted to stay outside of the city, even though the trip back into the city wasn't bad at all. "20 to 30 miles at the most," the older woman said.

The situation kept sounding better and better to me. But I was still a little uncertain. I kept wondering if we'd have some kind of surprise roommate once we got there -- some guy who would be a complete creep. I also kept seeing all kinds of vegetation covering the house, and I was wondering whether the vegetation was corroding the house and making it unliveable.

Dream #3

I went to some kind of convention, probably with other people, possibly family members, including my mother. The convention was in a wide building. I walked into the lobby first. The lobby was vast. It had white tile floors and was bright with harsh, green-white fluorescent light.

There were tallish, round tables everywhere. People were gathered lazily around the talbes, talking to each other, doing stuff related to registering for the conference, and waiting for the conference to begin. A couple of tables may have been staffed by workers, some of whom may have had boxes full of t-shirts on their tables. In one wall of the lobby was set a little concession booth.

I may have had to go back out to the parking lot to get something I'd forgotten. I was kind of afraid to go back out and come back in. The registration people didn't seem to like me, and they made me feel really uneasy.

I was now in an auditorium. The presentation I had attended in the auditorium was now finished. Everybody was filing out of the room. I stood at the front of the auditorium, possibly near the woman who had been presenting. The woman was now putting some materials away and getting ready to leave the room.

Near me was a cardboard box, probably with clothes in it. I realized I was wearing a white, silk-and-lace teddy and white pantyhose. I wondered how I could have missed for so long the fact that I was wearing this outfit. Nobody said anything about me. Nobody even seemed to notice me. But I felt like I needed to change out of these clothes and into my regular male clothes as soon as possible.

I walked through a set of hallways, looking for a bathroom I could go into to change. As I walked past groups of people, I got more and more afraid of being noticed and ridiculed. But nobody seemed to notice me.

At some point I found a restroom. When I went in to change, I seemed to have difficulty figuring out how I could take off this lingerie while putting on my regular male clothes at the same time. It seemed inconvenient and embarrassing. At some point I may have thought I would just put my shirt and jeans on over the lingerie and leave it at that until I left the convention.

1/8/11

1- No Option But Pain
I am a little bird who got on the wrong side of some vultures. They are waiting for me on the power line in front of the house; black-winged harbingers of Death. I die multiple times, but am forced to relive the experience until I get it right.

Finally I come up with a plan. I lead the vultures to the far end of the house, then escape out the other side without their knowledge. I fly as fast as my little wings can carry me, into the house next door. Now I am no longer a bird, but the spirit of a young girl. I float around until I find a strange looking tree house. I hear the vultures approaching, so I quickly enter the tree house, becoming myself again.

Within the tree house is a long, dark tunnel that smells of earth. On the right is a wire mesh that is keeping a bunch of deer-like creatures caged in a small room. They are all grazing and muttering things like, "Earl is returning!"

There are more rooms like this, with many different types of animals. I finally exit the tunnel and enter the main room, where a man and a woman are standing. The man introduces himself as Earl. He tells me he is just about to go search for his deer, who have escaped, but I tell him they are in their cage. "They must have known you were coming back," I say wryly.

I learn that this is a special haven of some sort, but before I can get the full explanation, we suddenly hear a loud roaring sound. Without warning, an airplane crashes through the ceiling and nearly slices me in half. I dodge as shrapnel comes flying from all directions. Another plane crashes, causing even more damage, and is quickly followed by another. This time, I am unable to dodge as the plane hits me full on and pins me to the ground.

When I awaken, my him feels as though it's broken. Someone comes up beside me and informs me that it is only dislocated. They kick it back into place and I pass out from the pain.

I wake up in a hospital a while later. Earl was damaged beyond repair, so the doctors brought him back withing the body of a cabbage patch doll. ((This is a common procedure in the future world that I am in, apparently.)) I notice two other cabbage patch dolls watching me, and I suspect them of being vultures.

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1- Royal Manipulation
I am the daughter of the White Queen and the Red King. My mother is preparing for some sort of event that we are hosting, and she's trying to help me pick out a dress. I hate dresses, I think to myself with annoyance, but I have to play the part of the "good little Princess." No one will ever suspect what I'm REALLY up to.

After a lot of hassle, I manage to find a suitable dress for the event. My mother is wearing a dress so white that it practically hurts my eyes, and my father is wearing his usual red and black attire.

There is a lapse in time; the event is over, and I am watching a live video feed from a hidden camera I have installed in my mother's private chambers. She is cheating on my father with another man. "Perfect," I mutter to myself, grinning evilly. I "accidentally" leave the video out for anyone to get ahold of.

A bit later I find my mother walking down a hallway, and I quickly catch up to her. "Everyone knows what you've been doing," I say to her urgently. "If you don't come up with something quickly, you might have to abdicate the throne."

"Don't worry," she assures me. "I've already set my plan into action."

Her plan was a good one. She came up with a way to make my father look bad; bad enough to overshadow her infidelity. He is banished from the Kingdom and told never to return. I manage to locate him fairly quickly. "You've got to go into hiding," I tell him. "If they catch you back in the Kingdom, they'll kill you." I spend the rest of the dream leading him to the "perfect hiding place."

((Good grief. If this is what happened with Leroy and the Queen, it's no wonder they always try to kill me. ))