non-lucid

I was walking with my family down a snowy road with a video game disk in my hand ( idk why..) . Then I dropped it and it somehow floated and hit a train. It didn't break so I picked it up. Then we walked to a random concession stand and I got a burrito. After that I walked to a hotel where I saw myself in window, that was when I gained control of the dream. I stabilized it, then Looked back in the mirror and saw a weird looking guy in a mask behind me. Sadly then I woke up...

I was walking with my family down a snowy road with a video game disk in my hand ( idk why..) . Then I dropped it and it somehow floated and hit a train. It didn't break so I picked it up. Then we walked to a random concession stand and I got a burrito. After that I walked to a hotel where I saw myself in window, that was when I gained control of the dream. I stabilized it, then Looked back in the mirror and saw a weird looking guy in a mask behind me. Sadly then I woke up...

★☆☆☆☆

01/01/11

"I'd like a triple Venti half-sweet white mocha, please," says the woman. Her curly brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail, and she digs through her purse for change.

I nod absently, pick up my sharpie and mark the drink, putting it on the bar next to the other three drinks that have already been ordered. My hand scrapes against the white fabric and I pause, glancing at the alarm clock on my nightstand. Two AM. Wait...

"What the fuck are you people doing in my house?" I mutter, shaking off the last fragments of the dream. Still half-asleep, I imagine that the customers are waiting impatiently in my living room. Irritated and disoriented, I curl up and try to go back to sleep.

Coffee. Scare Factor: 4.

And working New Years Day... what a nightmare.

dream lucid semi-lucid - Night of Jan 1

I was in a 5 star hotel. Me and my friend were getting chased by the police around the whole hotel. I was running away from the police and I didn't even know what I did. My friend and I blended into the crowd by join a tour group inside the hotel. We would always walk away casually when a officer would look in our direction. While we were walking an officer asks us if we have seen two boys in the hotel running. I said yeah and pointed behind us. He said something on his walkie talkie and ran towards that direction. My friend and I ran in the elevator and went up to the highest floor. We ran in the hallway when we saw two officers one male and one female scouting the floor for us. The male officer saw us and whispered something in the females ear. They then begin to walk casually towards us. My friend and I break into a sprint and the male officer shouts STOP! We run towards the stairs with the officers gaining on us. We open the door to a room instead and slam it shut so it looks like we went in there.
We then ran the other way down the hallway when we heard the officers break down the door to the room that we opened. While their attention was focused to the room we ran to the elevator but saw a cop was guarding it. We ducked right before he saw us. We ran back to the stairs because it was our only option left to escape. We opened the door to the stairs and jumped down the railing right when the two officers who were chasing us came to see the noise of us jumping down the staircase. When I hit the bottom I woke up. Another VICTORY

In the part of this dream that I remember, I'm leaving work at a psychiatric ward (which was a former waking-life workplace for way too many miserable years) and I'm driving a Model T type early automobile, in the style of the era when they used to be actually called automobiles, or horseless carriages. Aidan is a patient in the hospital and I stumble across his records; he is from a very wealthy family who is keeping it quiet, and he is under the name Adam MacNeill.

(Triggers from waking life: I've been watching a lot of Road to Avonlea lately as a way of dealing with the stress of being home for Christmas with a real-life 21st-century family. There are a lot of those early cars in that show. Also, I'd noticed that there was a minor character named MacNeill, never seen, but named as the legal owner of Green Gables. I'd recognized that as one of the series' many sly nods to the author's estate: Lucy Maud Montgomery's grandmother, who was her legal guardian and who was by most accounts very strict and harsh with the young Maud, had been named Lucy Woolner MacNeill. I had had a conversation with my mother about my father's early-onset Alzheimer's and the fact that he is starting from an IQ well above normal, so his memory loss is not as easily noticed; I'd commented that in the patients I'd assessed, we had to start with a rough idea of their baseline IQ, and usually the professors or economists or others of that social class who were somehow in the public mental health care system (and very few were, as their families usually made private arrangements) were harder to flag as having memory difficulties needing attention, because their scores on the Wechsler Memory Test were usually at or above normal.)

I'm well aware that I have no business even being aware that Aidan is in need of care (although I kind of know that anyway), let alone that he's an inpatient. There is some kind of paperwork that needs to be completed and left on the supervising psychologist's desk before I drive off in my ahooga-mobile. This paperwork will mean I'll be fired when the supervisor gets around to reading it, but I leave in the car before he finishes his coffee. It's the end of the day anyway on a Friday and it's time I was driving off. (In the real-life job, there was a stretch where every Friday contained some kind of reason to worry all weekend about losing my job.) When I do drive off, I'm stopped at a turnstile on the way out and asked for change. I initially don't have it and will be unable to escape the hospital, but eventually I do find it and get out of there.

Cut to a wealthy neighbourhood. My mother, a young girl in her 20s, is there with her toddler. I am there with a camera to take photos, but she has quarrelled with the family in one of the houses there and wants to get the photos taken as furtively as possible in the nearby park on the swings. My job is to carry the camera.

(Real-life parallel: My 20-month-old nephew is here and, for his time with Grandma, who is ill, it is often my job (and my pleasure, so no problem there) to follow and fetch soothers and the like and to open the baby gate. In other words, I'm there to perform all the low-profile support tasks so Grandma can have her joyful time with her grandson. I figure I can always get my time.)

One of the families across the street in that wealthy neighbourhood is the MacNeill family. It is a huge house, tan-coloured, with quaint rustic white trim hanging down from its roof, like Rose Cottage in the Avonlea series.

Oh, I know too darn well that I need to make myself scarce when anywhere around the MacNeills!!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Well, new years eve was a fun night with some alcohol. Didn't dream very much, but the rebound effect kicked in during the last hour of sleep or so. A few pretty cool dreams is what I got.

03.15: Bedtime

14.00: Fragments
*I'm at a carnival. Almost every booth has some kind of shooting game. I walk around and just look at the different things to do.

*I can see two people from a book I'm reading. "A song of ice and fire". "I didn't know they looked like that... hmmm" I wonder as I inspect the two blonde siblings.

14.00: Winning big
I'm sitting infront of a jack vegas machine, playing some kind of five wheel game. It's going good and I win some money. Suddenly I get five symbols in a row. 1700 € I read. I turn around to the people next to me. "I just won a car" I say and smile. I continue on playing, and I raise the bet. 2.5 € per click. BAM! 80.000 €. "Holy shit!" I say to myself. I decide to get out of there before anyone spots me. I see a guy I know is a criminal. I walk as fast as I can towards the register. "Hi, can you check if I got any money on my card?" I ask the girl sitting there. She takes my card and swipes it. "Nope. Oh wait... Yeah it says you'll get 80k soon" she hands me the card and looks at me in awe. A guy from my previous class overheard. He tells everything to some guy next to him. I grab my carton of applejuice and walk out of there, anxious someone's going to steal my money.

14.00: Coral lake
I'm hanging on a coral wall above a large lake. I climb upside down and someone's next to me, asking me questions. I fall but I've got like strings coming from my body attached to the walls. I slowly lower myself down on a rocky shelf. I have the ability like those sea pirates in the "Pirates of the Caribbean". I can integrate myself with the coral and I tell the other person I have to regain health as I lie down and begin to sleep. I wake up after a while and take a look at the lake. It's got high walls of coral on every side and there are restaurants up on the walls. The restaurants looks like large mythical creatures, glowing in different colours. A dragon's mouth is the entrance and so on. Monica is next to me and she asks me which one we should go to.

She points at a large one at the bottom of the place, it looks regular from the outside. It's black and velvet and stretches into the wall. "I don't want to eat there, I don't like that place" I say and I know the restaurant is evil. We enter a sushi place. I get the feel everything's just a game. "Hey, they might have playing cards behind the counter" Monica tells me. I stretch over the counter where a robot is at and try to find some cards in the drawers. He tells me I can not do that. We decide to get something to eat. It's very expensive but Monica's buying.

A tiny mouse opens a door in the counter under me and tries to order food. I slam the door in his face. "Get in line!" I say. I decide to share a sushi plate with Monica and we seat ourselves at a table. While waiting for the food we get some shrimp to eat. I eat it all up. All of a sudden an old Japanese man sits down infront of us. He's some kind of master and I bow to him. "Itadakimasu!" he exclaims and grabs some chopsticks. "You have to have a silver knife fight" he tells me and Monica. I laugh and wave around with some silverware lying on the table. "No, a real silver knife" he tells me. Monica takes out a tiny silver knife with a very sharp edge. She starts cutting my arm and soon I have loads of tiny gashes. It doesn't hurt and I smile at her. She carves "M <3 M".

14.00: Rich bitch
I'm at a restaurant again. I can hear a trickle of small plastic things falling out of a bag. I look around and I spot a very expensively dressed woman. There's a hole in her bag and it's leaking pearls. They scatter all around and I scoop them up with my hands. Glass, dirt and gravel gets mixed up with everything as I pocket the pearls. They leave and I try to contact them on the phone. "We don't want your dirty help" they tell me in the phone and hangs up. I get pissed off. Suddenly I can see a naked girl standing infront of me. It's Victoria Silvfstedt and she's doing yoga. I walk up to her and oh my fucking god is she hot. Her tanned perfect body is amazing. Apparently we're together, she greets me with a smile as I rub my hand down her butt. "Not now honey, I'll just finish my exercise" she tells me. I walk away and look at her. I realise I'm dreaming but the dream fades.

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements before bed: Lots of alcohol

That's it! Too bad the last dream ended just as I became lucid. I won't count it as one as I only had the image of her for a few seconds when I started waking up. I did try to DEILD but I was on my back and I could feel saliva in my throat. Oh well.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Happy New Year, everyone! I finally got an appreciable amount of sleep, even if I woke up quite a few times.

Here are some dream frags/segments from last night...I can't really recall much more than this, though I know there was a lot more.

Bold=Dream

I was telling my mom (I’m staying with my rents right now in waking life) that I was going to stay back at my apartment for the night, even though I had work early the next morning. She laughed knowingly when I told her this, but didn’t say anything. She knew I was going to stay with someone, which was, in fact, my plan. I was going to invite my friend, A, to spend the night. Before I fell asleep, I was actually thinking about this.

Woke up, couldn't go back to sleep for about an hour and a half. Finally went back so sleep.

I was in the mall.

Woke up again this morning, rolled over and went back to sleep. I remember this last dream being longer and pretty awesome, but I can only remember the last part.

I was watching a movie, but it wasn't like on a TV screen or at a theater. It overtook my vision, like I was in it, but just passively observing. It was a cross between Wayne’s World and Watchmen (I should add that I've never seen Watchmen in waking life). I had a sense that I had seen the movie before, and I knew what was going to happen. There was the end of a scene. It took place in a restaurant. There was a guy with a big, brown mullet, and it reminded me of Wayne's World. That's the only thing I remember about that scene. The next scene was lit in an ice blue and reminded me of Watchmen. I saw a zoom-in to a sheet of glass with a razor blade and a lot of cocaine on it. I started hearing a hard rock song about cocaine. Then, there was a slow zoom to a big metal door leading to some sort of garage or something. It was very steamy in the room. Then, I saw someone in a pickup truck, with the glass all messed up on the sunroof. I saw a face breathing heavy steam onto the messed up part of the glass. Then the scene zoomed out to the bed of the truck. I saw someone slink out of the back window in a very smooth, fluid motion. It was WakingNomad. He had been doing cocaine. He looked like his profile picture, which reminds me of an elf. He had the head of his profile pic and no shirt. He had leaves covering his crotch and legs like pants, and some going up his torso and onto his head. He had a devious-looking smile on his face, like he was up to something.

And that's all I can recall.

I know I had a lot more going on than what I recall in the dreams, but it's ok. I'm sure my recall will improve more with time, and I'll be able to get it back up to where it was when I originally joined DV 4 years ago.

So... first dream-bits of the new year.

1. Riding horses to pack down soil that was recently plowed up.

2. Eating entire bags of carrots and celery at a picnic because I didn't want a ham sandwich.

3. A strange version of Bejeweled keeps booting itself and my laptop up.

4. Finding our family's cat, Sophie, in a cabin at a national park that had evidence of a bear break-in.

5. Investigating a strange hotel where the exterior doors all lead to different dimensions. One of my expedition partners has a wolf on a leash. Near one of the doors, there's a falcon of some sort with a reddish-brown back sitting on a dead tree. I say something along the lines of "Hey, Mr. Falcon" and it perches on my arm. As we all head toward the door, I notice a hot orange glow through the cracks of the door. The wolf starts straying in the opposite direction while its handler tries to pull it back toward the door. I ask the falcon if it thinks going through the door is a good idea, and it responds negatively. So instead of exploring that part of the hotel, we end up eating falafel and scrambled eggs from a food cart.

Great start to the new year! 11 dreams recalled on 1/1/11! :banana:

[INDENT][RIGHT][SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]01.01.2011[/COLOR][/SIZE][/RIGHT]
[SIZE="3"][COLOR="Black"]1/1/11 - 11[/COLOR][/SIZE] [SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"](Non-lucid)[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[SIZE="1"][COLOR="#808080"]NON-DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#1E90FF"]DREAM[/COLOR] [COLOR="#DC143C"]LUCID[/COLOR][/SIZE]

[COLOR="#808080"][/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]1) It's as if I'm a character in a video game; I press a button and jump over hexagonal shapes, which are graduatingly black/green with opaque green outlines.

I walk across a swampy area and see an emo girl. She has short black hair with some pink in the middle. She's talking to me and seems rather friendly.

2) I'm at a movie. My friends are there, but I'm sitting with little kids (NBA's brother's friends?) I'm kind of embarrassed, but I sit back and enjoy the movie. The room is dim and has a blue glow.

At an intermission, my friends come up to me, as well as OG. OG tries to harrass me. I make fun of him and curse at him?

Mrs. A is standing at the side of the room, giving a presentation. We all turn to face her, sitting in a semicircle. I'm having a little difficulty breathing.

3) Today I'm going to visit Boston University with Mrs. W. I'm absolutely positive that this is my second time visiting, and this time I'm going to show her. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"]There's a really good chance that I visited this in a prior dream, but I can't remember a thing about it. In the dream, though, [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]I'm convinced I just visited the day before and have now come for my second visit.

I'm walking along a New York street, on my way to Boston University. I look at the buildings (which are pretty run-down) and think about how they're structurally identical to a LEGO. They must have built a building based on my LEGO model. It's the exact same thing. The high rise across the street looks cool, too, even if it is in need of repair.

I get to the street corner and am ready to turn to walk down the sidewalk to Boston University when a car starts honking at me. I point and ask, "Me?" and yes, the driver is directing at me. It's an ugly fat woman with sunglasses; she's probably in her 50s. She pulls over and rolls down the window, informing me that Mrs. W would be there with me today. I had completely forgotten, but that's right. Mrs. W [I]is[/I] going with me today [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](is this the first time I've had this concept? I'm not sure)[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"].

I meet Mrs. W in the dusty desert-like city block on which Boston University is located. We greet each other and enter the building, a highly modern and very nice facility. PS is there to greet us, and he guides us up. After we reach the top, JF, NBA, KB, and I all skate down the stairs. There are crevices in the stairs and elevated areas, so we have to jump like we're in a video game. We're going downhill, we just speed down without worry. KB taunts me about being so slow and last out of the four, so I put more attention to the game and become focused for the first time. I zip down the stairs, passing all three of my competitors.

[/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"]Is this a false awakening beginning of another dream? I'm not entirely sure, but it seems to me as if all this happened at the bottom of the slope we were just skating on. [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"] I check my phone for email and see that I have hundreds of emails from DreamViews. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](That isn't too far from being accurate, "lol.") [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]I have an email saying that Raven Knight has replied in one of my threads, and I'm interested to read what she has to say because I respect her opinion as one of the more intelligent posters. I go to the thread and read her post, in which she bashes a bunch of people who replied. Her vicious attacks are relentless, unyielding, and unforgiving. She probably attacks 5-10 people, all whose usernames I don't recognize. None of them have avatars or are important members, but they were just causing problems and making posts that sounded stupid.

Thankfully, she didn't reply to any of my posts. :)

4) Jeff777 makes a forum post. [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](I wrote this down as a note at 5:00 AM, but now I don't remember what he said. I think when I had the dream I actually got the gist of his post, though.)[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]

5) I'm in DV chat and Akono has something next to his name. It's just like the little line and then "Away," but it looks like it's longer. He still has the "@" sign in front of his name and everyone still has the brackets. I think what he's saying has a negative tone.

6) I'm in a huge group of kids in my grade, eating lunch in the parking lot. At the end of lunch, I find CH and ask him where he had been all lunch period! He tells me that he had been eating his lunch nearby? I try to get my sweatshirt on but have real difficulty in doing so. When I finally get an arm in, I have it on backwards. :/

I walk into the school through the back entrance and walk down the hallway. I have no idea what class I'm supposed to be going to. I think tremendously and begin to panic, but I eventually figure out that it's X Block. Whew! That's a relief, I have lunch now so I won't be late for anything. I see a few kids from lower grades on the stairs who have high, squeeky voices. I interpret one of them to be RG.

I get to my locker but can't open it. I must have put in the wrong combination. After another unsuccessful try or two, I realize that I'm trying the wrong one. :/ Mine is two lockers over!

I move over and finally open it successfully. But this isn't my locker - it's a vending machine filled with snacks and candy. Opening it was a floccinaucinihilipification. I close it, since it's not mine and there's really nothing for me to do with it, much to the surprise of the students who were having a math (Calculus?) extra help session in Mr. S's room. DM is one of the students in there. I see Mrs. M passing through the hallway, and she asks me if I live in ([/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"]I forget the name, but [/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"]it was some obscure town I had never heard of). I tell her where I live, but I don't think she's really paying attention and it doesn't sink in.

I walk down the hallway and turn, and I'm at work. It's a huge office building, but I need to get back to my locker. I notice I'm in just my underwear. I turn and go down another hallway, but now I'm just lost. There's an office foyer-like area, but there's only one guy there. I turn back, but there's a row of cubicles where I was sure my locker had just been. I'm really frustrated now because I have no clue how to get back. I turn down some more hallways and the whole thing is just an office building.

7) I'm in a country house. There's a man outside who I interpret as a Southerner: the man has gray hair, is aged 50-65, has the drawl accent, and his head is cocked a little to one side. I'm afraid to walk outside, but I know I have to. I've been watching this man through a window.

I finally walk out onto the porch, and he tells me something which surprises me, but shouldn't: he's going to adopt us. There's someone else who walks into the yard, someone I recognize and don't mind. However, I don't really want to be adopted. I think of polite excuses because I don't want to hurt the old man's feelings.

8) I'm in a location with bridges over lava and huge crowds of people. I wonder for a moment where this could possibly be, and I come to the conclusion that it must be 4chan. I'm kind of on one of the bridges a little further back, and there must be a concert or something because everyone's pushing towards the central bridges and is jumping around. I'm in the spirit and I'm jumping around too, but I seem to be stuck towards the back.

I see the front bridges start to clear out; this is my chance! I remember that my goals are leadership, assertiveness, and action [/COLOR][COLOR="#808080"](which are actually my real-life goals, not dream goals)[/COLOR][COLOR="#1E90FF"] and this is the perfect opportunity to work on building those character traits. I make my way towards the front and start jumping around as if it's a sporting event and my team just scored a goal. I look across the lava field, and only a mere few feet there's a platform where they're giving out free pizza! 4chan was sued or something for causing problems on the Internet and so now it had to give out free slices of pizza to all its members. I gladly took my two free slices. My cafeteria should do this!

I learn that if I want more, I'll have to come back tomorrow. They give out two free slices to everyone each day.

9) I'm with a few kids outside and we're in a small group playing a game. One of the girls breaks down and asks me how i play, because I'm so good.

LeBron James is there, and he's a pretty cool guy. We talk and joke around, and I bounce off of his humor. His jokes perfectly set up my jokes, allowing me to have awesome punchlines that everyone likes.

We're in the gym, and I'm hanging with LeBron, who's now become a piece of cardboard. Hmm, he must've been a piece of cardboard the whole time. Maybe I was just imagining him as a person when he was a cardboard all along.

Mr. P is at a podium under the board and he calls up PC. Mrs. E takes some pictures of me and the LeBron cardboard and says it's cute and wonderful. She tells me to keep it up, the kids love it.

10) I have a false awakening. I check my notes I put on my phone as a temporary DJ, but I don't understand anything I wrote. It's all weird numbers, percentages, and fractions like 2/3. I eventually figure out what the numbers mean (it's something like % of dream recalled, lucidity, or measurement of vividness, but I forget what now) but they still don't help me remember what actually happened in the dream.

11) I'm traveling through a really poor section of town. The houses are dilaptitated, literally - they're all several feet below ground, so there are essentially cliffs around each house.

I'm going down a road (X St.?) and see lots of political signs for people running for office. I notice in particular RD signs, where he talks about his Christianity and his church. There are crosses attached to the bottom of each sign, which becomes annoying as I go down the street; more and more signs appear until the overhanging above the street is loaded with them and I have to duck my head just to get along the road.[/COLOR][/INDENT]

I'm going to start tracking my stats for the year from now on. It's time to start anew!

Total dreams: 11
Total days: 1
Total lucids: 0
Dreams per day: 11
Lucids per day: 0
Dreams per lucid: infinity :o

I was in my schools lounge fighting with one of my classmates ( he didnt stand a change). The building was flying on top of clouds because there was some sort of zeppelin on top of it. There was also a door that led to a balcony. There were four ropes attached to the balcony, two on both sides, and the other ends were attached to the other side of a gap. There were students crossing the gap using the ropes. When my turn came, I got scared that I would fall and turned back. When I got back in, I was going to a cafeteria with some of my classmates, when I realised i was dreaming (finally). I run up some stairs to a clothe store and looked for a door so I could get away from that place (there were lots of doors, but they said "authorised personel only". Im an idiot). I woke up soon after that.

01.01.2011

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was climbing across a giant bookshelf (I think there were books but I'm not sure) while a narrator with a really cool voice told me the story of a princess and a prince who had married each other without being in love. To compensate they bought each other really expensive gifts. I could see really expensive jewels in the bookshelf. Later there was a war and the princess divorced the prince and then she married another guy who was a hero. After reaching the end I began climbing across the bookshelf again and heard the first part of the story again but the section where I had been told that the hero had married the princess was now blocked.

Notes: Nice! I didn't expect to remember anything in new year with how little I slept.

Dreamsigns: The narrator, jewels from the story and why was I climbing a bookshelf?

I was in a board room, long table with office chairs set around it. There were people I knew there, talking around the table in groups, I talked with my brothers. I explained how this location was in all my dreams (As if the other day every dream I had was located there, which they werent...) So yeah I didnt do a reality check for some reason though... ergh lol

Me and this man who wears a sweater and has curly gray white hair star in this play film and we are in a scene. In the movie we are sneaking into the Quaker side of town which looks 19th century and English. We enter a building and walk up the stairs. I see a blond child in front of three boards. One has sweaters pinned onto it and a picture of a vegan girl who is about 3 or 4 years old. She has large black eyes and black hair tied up in a pony tail with only a diaper on. 'Tylenol' is written on a piece of paper and pinned to a sweater.
Then a man in a black suit comes out from the right and I hear this tune D crotchet F# quaver A dotted crotchet F# quaver A crotchet over and over played by horns and rhythm section. The man explains that it is not enough to wear the sweater with Tylenol to fight poverty. The blond boy then says, "the sweater is so yesterday."
I then see men and it is as if I am on a conveyor belt which moves forward as I see these men come in and out of my dream vision.They are in firefighter uniforms and are spraying water towards me. The place is dark and I see orange siren lights. Some of them are standing on metal frames high above ground but most of them are on the ground to my immediate left and I am looking at them at an angle. There is a pattern; I would see one Asian firefighter who is short and wears yellow/orange/white firefighter uniforms and that would alternate with a few tall Western firefighters in blue. And somehow the welfare of Asian and Western firefighters are different, with Westerners favored.
I now enter a theater (I am guessing that this is still inside the English building). The hall has a very nice fluffy vanilla carpet. The vegan girl that I saw earlier falls over in front of me and seriously scrapes her left shoulder (on the fluffy carpet?) There are many people walking in front of her down the stairs toward the stage.
I am 3/4 of the way up the other stairs now on the right side of the theater and the seats have small foldaway tables that are found in lecture theaters in universities. One of them has a metal mug on it that I recognize as belonging to Irene. We sit there (me and the old guy who I think has now turned into a girl I know) and then Irene soon comes.
I say, "I am so excited to see you two meet."
Irene says, "I am equally as excited to meet her."
I see the vegan girl to my left and I think I take her shirt off (and excuse me for being a pedophile in this dream). She walks away, looks at me angrily and then walks out of the theater. I follow her. (For the sake of continuity of story, I walk down the stairs outside the theater that leads to the front of the stage.)
I see my father on the right wing of the theater. He is sitting and there a people doing walking mediation near him (I've just got back from a 3 day meditation retreat and there was A LOT of walking meditation).
I walk lightly and quickly towards my father in order to hug him (I also see Irene nearby) but he says with an annoyed face, "don't touch me! What slide?!"
What the??

I go down to the game room of my residence hall. Two Japanese guys and two girls are playing cards. I sit down and ask what they're playing. They don't answer but I deduce it to be some form of speed blackjack. I don't play for awhile but sit and watch at the corner seat. I find the one girl very attractive. As the dream progresses, the girls become white, but I didn't notice. Suddenly, several new players arrive and sit down. The only one I remember was a tall black guy with an angular face. He sat down right across from me. At this point, I believe we started playing texas hold 'em. I get the impression this guy was clever. We converse a little, can't remember much. But he asks me if I brushed my teeth. I am embarrassed, believing that I had forgotten, and state that I had just gotten up.

I am sitting in an old fashion train, that is going pretty fast. I see myself sitting by the window and the country quickly passing by. Its an old fashion carriage. There are some old leather suitcases above the seats. I have noticed a young blond girl sitting on the right, when a tall man enters the carriage. He looks around for a few seconds. I am thinking he must be tickets collector. But then he leans towards the girl, whispers something to her ear, they both look at me. Though I dont have the feeling that they are talking about me. Then suddenly everything stops and tuns gray. Then I woke up.