non-lucid

The past few nights, I've had a few dreams in which famous people appear. Several of them have included musicians that I like plus the inexplicable appearance of Cameron Diaz. I've dreamt about famous people before. Usually I have a dream like this three or four times a year. But for whatever reason, it's happened a lot very recently. I'm not really a fan-boy or a celebrity watcher, and while I enjoy music a lot, I'm not the sort of person to obsess over stars. I guess because it's happened a few times and I've written it down here in my journal, it is on my mind more than usual and so I keep having these dreams. Sort of like a feedback loop. Anyway, I'm explaining that because I dreamt about Jimi Hendrix and about Bob Dylan again last night, and it's a little embarrassing that I keep having celebrities in my dreams. I thought about not recording it here since I'm disappointed in my apparent recent lack of imagination, but that wouldn't be honest, so here it is.


In which I help an elderly Bob Dylan navigate an airport and he asks me to dinner...


I'm at the airport in Austin. An elderly man in a cowboy hat gets off the plane. He appears to be about 90 and he walks with a cane. He is dragging a large suitcase but one of its wheels has broken and he is having difficulty balancing the luggage and his cane. I ask him if I can assist him and he gladly hands over his suitcase. I realize right away that it's a future Bob Dylan.

I help him to the escalator and he asks me about the local music scene. I tell him about a few gigs in town that I know of, but none of it interests him so I start suggesting restaurants instead. He's excited about the mole at Curra's. On our way to the bus stop, we must walk through a kindergarten classroom. The teacher makes us all line up at the door and demands that we wait with "bubbles and duck tails" which is teacher talk for putting air in your mouth and keeping it quiet and for crossing your hands behind your back. I struggle with pulling Bob Dylan's luggage while walking with my hands behind my back.

In the classroom, the kiddos sit at their tables as if they are immigration officials. They require us to color a picture before we can pass. They are impressed with my pencil shading and with Bob Dylan's color scheme. We tack our pictures on their blackboard and walk to the backdoor which exits at the bus stop. Just as we are about to exit, the teacher stops us and asks, "Aren't you Bob Dylan?" He looks embarrassed. I have not acknowledged that I recognize him yet. I jump in and answer, "Don't be silly. This is an old man who happened to sit next to me on the plane, that's all." The teacher and I laugh at how silly it'd be if Bob Dylan was flying coach.

Outside, Bob Dylan gives me his phone number and asks me if I'd like to come to dinner that night. I accept the invitation and feel really cool. But once I get home, I read on the news that a stalker is harassing him and that the authorities are looking for a woman who helped him carry his luggage at the airport. It turns out that the police think that I must have given the stalker his phone number in exchange for some money. I present myself at the police station and explain that I never gave his phone number out to anyone. They believe me, but it takes a few hours and I'm tired afterwards. I decide not to go to the dinner or to call Bob Dylan himself to explain. I figure the best thing to do is just to let it all go. Besides, I'm really tired of driving after flying and then dealing with the police, and I just want to get home.


In which I warn Jimi Hendrix about drugs...


I’m picking cotton and putting what I collect in the apron of my dress. I’m wearing pioneer clothes, including a bonnet and lace-up boots. It’s hot, and I look at the marigolds shining on the roof of my mud house. I wonder if cotton grows on the Great Plains and then realize that I’m in the past. I’ve time-traveled again, I think to myself, but I do not realize that I’m also dreaming. I drop the cotton and walk towards the mud house, looking for the time machine. I find a post hole in the ground before the house, make a wish, and jump in. I decide to attend the Monterrey Pop Festival.

I don’t remember seeing the show. Instead, the dream picks up after the concert. I’m standing in front of the stage, sweaty from dancing all night, when another time traveler approaches me. He asks if I’d like to go backstage with him. I agree, and am delighted to discover that he is buddies with Jimi Hendrix. We all go to a diner afterwards for waffles and coffee. Jimi Hendrix is smoking a lot. He’s wearing a purple feather boa and he tells me he likes my pioneer bonnet. I tell him that I’m a time traveler and that I got so interested in the concert that I did not have time to look for time-appropriate clothes. I then warn him to moderate his drug use.

He laughs and says, “There’s always three or four people at my concerts who claim to be time travelers, and they’re always telling me that.” Everyone at the table laughs.

I had a dream where I did several reality checks but they all said that I was awake.

I just remember some girls leading me upstairs. The building was only two stories, but the stairs actually went up for three, and there was a balcony type thing at the top. We went all the way up and turned back down and headed to the second floor. These girls were holding my hands the entire time. Bye the time we got to this one area, there was only one of them left. We were standing over a table with hamburgers on it, and I think she said something about a ritual or something.

11/27/2010
"You Picked the Wrong House, Bud!"

I was hanging out with Josh. We were in a house that was supposed to be "mine", but it wasn't like the house I live in now. This one was two stories tall, and we were on the second floor. It was night out. We were the only ones in the house but, while we were chillin, I could have sworn I heard my alarm chirp, downstairs, as if someone had opened one of the doors. At first, I didn't say anything about it, and thought I was just hearing things. It wasn't until we actually had to go downstairs for something, that I remembered the chirp and actually began to take it seriously.

Before leaving my room, I grabbed one of my knives. On the way down the stairs, Josh asked me why I had it, and I quietly told him that I thought I'd heard something. We crept through the living room quietly, and I looked in all the corners and behind all the objects I could. Nothing. By this time, I had reverted back to thinking it had just been my imagination. There was only one other possible hiding spot; around a corner and down a short corridor, to the other bedroom. The corridor was dark, but I was just going to peek around the corner, pretty sure that we were the only ones here.

I had let my guard down at the wrong time, though. As soon as I peeked around the corner, a shadowy figure was standing directly in front of me, pressed up against the wall, in hiding. I was completely caught by surprise. I swung the knife around, toward his chest, and he actually caught my arm by the wrist, using his other hand and immediately wrenching the knife out of my grip. Now he had the knife. Instinctively, I grabbed him in a hold, securing his knife hand with one of my own, to keep it away from me. Wrestling each other back into the living room, we struggled for control of the knife, at first. Then, I was able to take the guy to the ground and just began pummeling him in the face, with my free hand. (A lesson I've learned is that, when a weapon is involved, you always go for the attacker, and not the weapon.) Once the man was dazed, he dropped the knife, and I just started dropping bombs with both fists. Everything happened so fast that Josh just kind of stood back. While I was annihilating this guy, with punch after punch, I think Josh came by and picked up the knife, seeing that I had things under control. I don't remember much of that situation, other than leaving the guy on the ground with probably every bone in his face broken. He turned out to be just some random guy that broke into my house. Never got around to finding out whether he was just a crook or what.

The next day, Josh and I were at work, and we were talking about what had happened. I was dramatically retelling some co-workers about it, and just when I got to the part where I was raining down punches on the guy, Josh butted in and said something like "yeah, and Greg beat his ass", kind of dismissing any sort of dramatic tension I was building. I don't think he did it to be a dick, but it just came out that way.

Afterward, I remember telling him something about sticking to letting me tell the stories, from now on.

I had vague dream about fixing circuit boards(currently learning), woke up and tried to go into a lucid dream state by repeating, "I will have a lucid dream... I will remember my dream" The strange thing is that I ended up dreaming about trying to lucid dream, where I kept repeating those lines. The dream was set in my room, it was identical to reality to the extent that I could not tell the difference. I tried to go to sleep in the dream and even tried sleeping on the floor to see if it would help. It was only until I noticed that the sun had risen did I eventually wake up a again around about 1:00am ...

Went back to sleep...

...I was holding a painting it was of a pathway. I then stepped into the painting everything is coloured in pastels, I decide to follow a line of bricks on the path, eventually I come across either a person or a statue, its a women sitting on something like a suitcase, looking up at the sky...

...I am now in a room painting some small square ceramic dish, I heard the voice of my mother saying "______ come and see this", an old lady came into the room I thought I knew her from somewhere almost as if she were family. She gave me £20 and said it was a gift, "No, I cant accept your money" I said. "then buy something with it, and sell it at a more expensive price during Christmas", took the money anyway just to keep her happy. Went out an bought something, came back with a few women around me(no I didn't buy them), I seem to know them. I came back with what can only be described as a bouquet of grapes, different kinds wrapped up in green plastic. I noticed someone is missing, "where's _____ ?" Then got a reply from one saying she didn't know and didn't care. There were some strange looking grapes in that bouquet, I wanted to try them, in appearance they were large, round, translucent green with a yellow spot fading into the green. Took a bite of one but noticed a bright orange spider, I dropped them, the spider escaped and the dog ate the grapes... Woke up again, quickly wrote down my dreams then went back to sleep...

...walking along a wooded path along a riverside but the river is about 5m down a banking. The trees are very big, they are fir trees, I hear someone speaking like a tour is being given cant remember what he says, later I dream of the same place. This time all the trees are cut down and there are big trenches cut into the ground....

...I was going overseas to visit family, remember being in some airport meeting some friend. There is a dinning place where I stop to have a snack... I'm driving and end up in somewhere familiar.

normaldreamLucid

Started in this urban area, I'm aware its in england somewhere with broken windows, and am walking with a group of deaf people and signing (am deaf myself). While im talking to them i confess to them about a significant event that just happened to me and i cant quite talk about or announce yet recently and while passing older factory buildings was walking into one and in this room found a picture as Staring at this picture of a woman. she appeared in front of me and suddenly she was half naked after that it clouded up, she had black hair with green eyes, very beautiful. I felt some arousal realized i had a girlfriend and it was a dream and awoke

after being awake tried to go back into WILD method.

Something about persia, and im looking at a rock wall full of medieval art and as im going along i realize its about the crusades and i climb on top of a cliff following the art and at one point the art became like an ivory white as i started to stare at this one part it starts moving and i become a specator of a team of 2 knights in red go agaisnt another group, they were all skinny like skeletons because i remember thinking " wow, they are all skinny and makes sense due to food and water being scarce at that period of time and i awoke due to alarm

I think i need to perform reality checks better and possibly have to get a token to force myself to do RC with it.

Not really much. I just checked to see what music played, because I was pretty sure I heard some and I did:

I Have Confidence in Me. I'm not sure if I was awake or asleep when I heard this. I remember thinking I have the vinyl record. and I was thinking someone else was singing the song I think.

and Walking Wounded. This one, the start of the song was very different than I remember (Like I think my dream changed it) I was going to ask the people who made the song if I could put it in a movie.

Lucidity: 2
Control: 0

I had a dream that I was in the YMCA and I was using a chest machine, when I was done my father appeared and he went on to perform a bench press, he picked up the bar and that's when I was woken up.

I am sitting in the parking lot somewhere, finishing a cigartette (I don't smoke in real life). I then get a pack to take with me. I think about how I never smoked before, but decided to try to see if I could get hooked. I think I am not really addicte, but then realize that I have an uncontrollable craving as soon as I put down the cigarette. Fortunately, I have a pack of Nicorette gum. I decide to wait and see if I can go cold turkey.

Sci-Fi Groceries

I am working at the grocery store, stocking shelves (in real life I stock shelves at a toy store). Some old women come along looking for artichokes. I help them find one artichoke, which has been put in the wrong spot.

I continue walking down the aisle, and make it to the bridge of the Enterprise. I am needed to help destroy a small planet that is headed towards the Earth. Nobody is sure what to do, but I come up with the idea of building a huge bomb. We run a computer simulation of what this bomb will do. Upon detonation, a gigantic shock wave is sent out. This shock wave passes over the Earth, the moon and the sun, but when it hits this small planet the planet is annhilated.

The great thing about this idea is that it doesn't affect the Earth. I accidentally touch the simulated Earth and it gets smashed up, but after a moment of shock everyone realizes it was just me.

Kidnapping and Chemistry

I am a spy or something similar. I am investigating a guy who has been kidnapped and tied up in a back room somewhere. His daughter has also been kidnapped, and they are trying to get information out of the father. The guy is wrapped up in some bandages, so that only one of his eyes can be seen. The captors torment him by allowing him to see his daughter being taken into the room across from him, but they never let him know what is going on.

While I am there, the captors bring the daughter out into the main room separating the two rooms. She doesn't seem to be too bad off. In fact, she is joking and laughing with the men. Apparently, she doesn't even know they are bad guys. Then they bring the father out. I think they are going to try one last desperate attempt to get information out of him.

I step in at this point, and we find ourselves pursued by the villains. We duck behind some barrier to hide. The kidnappers are hot on our heels, so I pull out a grenade and throw it at them...

...(I think this is part of the same dream. It seems to have digressed into the manufacture of explosives.) I walk into the laboratory for one of my chemistry classes. We are choosing seats. I sit next to an attractive girl I know in real life. I feel I have an excuse, because my name is written on the counter in front of me, as well as on the seat I am sitting in. We chat a little, and I think about asking her out. Then the professor begins class.

We are learning about some kind of explosive. This requires a lot of complicated glassware, including a couple of volumetric flasks and some kind of a condenser. There are only two reactants involved in this process. One is tetramethylfuran (?), and I don't know what the other one was. At this point, my lab partner (the attractive girl) leaves. The instructor tells is we have to work on our own anyway, but the experiment doesn't seem to make any sense.

Now we are outside, taking turns mixing chemicals in our glassware on the tailgate of a pickup truck. The truck is parked on the slope of a hill, so it is hard to mix anything without it spilling.

Robot Cannibal

We are looking at fingerprints. They do not seem to be useable, because we can't get anything from them when we try dusting them. No recognizable features, anyway. Then someone points out that they are made in blood, as though someone dipped their fingers in blood before touching the counter we are looking at. With this knowledge, we are able to use some chemical to analyze the fingerprints...

...(I think this is part of the same dream) My dog runs away. I go out to get her, and find she is running along an interstate. She runs into a median strip, and I go after her. She climbs up a hill and down the other side. I crawl up the hill, and peak over the edge. There is a gruesome sight on the other side. A deer or large dog has been killed and mutilated, and some man is crawling nearby. He crawls up to the carcass and sinks his teeth in. I watch in horror, realizing this is the guy from Silence of the Lambs (I never actually saw the movie). Looking closer, I see it is no longer a person but a robot. The Silence of the Lambs guy is in his home, controlling this robot.

Eu estava no colégio, nas aulas de recuperação (sendo que eu não fiquei em recuperação). Eu estava sentado no fundão, junto com Gustavo e mais alguns amigos. Ele me ofereceu uma bala, que, segundo ele, me daria inspiração para fazer cantadas na minha namorada. Quando eu ia pegar a bala, a professora (de geografia) viu e me mandou devolver. Depois eu acabei pegando a bala e vi que havia uma frase dentro dela, que não me recordo bem. Nesse momento, a professora escreveu no quadro parte de uma frase e pediu para Gustavo continuar. Coincidentemente, era a mesma frase que veio na bala. Passei a frase para ele, com cuidado.
Ainda na aula de geografia, minha professora perguntou se alguém tinha perdido algum caderno de desenho. Eu tinha quase certeza que era o meu (pois eu vivo desenhando na sala de aula). Conferi os meus cadernos (tenho 3 cadernos de desenhos) e só encontrei 2.
Ela veio falar comigo e começou a comentar os desenhos. Alguns ela havia gostado, mas outros ela disse que o conteúdo estava bem inapropriado.
Bateu o sino, eu fui para a mesa da professora, quando a professora de matemática chegou (estava bem triste, pois sua mãe e seu irmão morreram há algumas semanas). Eu voltei para o meu lugar. Ela pisou em uma dobradiça da porta que estava no chão, e reclamou algo como "Poxa, como vocês conseguem quebrar a porta e ainda deixar a dobradiça no chão? Eu quase caí!".
Ao acabar a aula, eu saí. No meio do caminho, percebi que havia esquecido a mochila, então voltei. Encontrei Gilliard no caminho, e ele me disse que haviam trancado a sala. Mesmo assim, fui lá. Vi que haviam colocado um pano na porta, o que dava a impressão de a sala estar trancada. Entrei, o lugar estava muito escuro. Eu só conseguia ver uma cama com roupa vermelha (?) e a minha mochila. Peguei-a e voltei.
Já estava escuro quando cheguei lá embaixo. Eu estava conversando com Henrique, enquanto estava tendo treino de vôlei (na quadra de queimada). De repente, vi que entraram no colégio 3 aliens (é, daquele filme). Na hora, Henrique avisou as pessoas que estavam treinando (inclusive o treinador Léo) e disse para formarmos 3 grupos. Joguei minha mochila em um banco e perguntei por que formar 3 grupos, e ele disse que um alien só conseguia prestar atenção em, no máximo, 2 coisas. Corremos até a caixa de areia com os aliens atrás de nós. Ao chegarmos lá, Léo estava encurralado por 2 aliens. Jogamos algumas pedras e os aliens desmaiaram. Perguntei se haviam morrido, mas disseram que estavam apenas desacordados. Saímos do colégio e nos dirigimos ao Comprefort (supermercado que fica na frente do colégio), onde eu iria esperar o meu pai ir me buscar. Quando saímos do colégio, vi que os aliens se levantaram. Saí correndo pela rua, até chegar ao comprefort. Vi que meu pai já me esperava, entrei no carro e saímos bem rápido de lá.
No outro dia, eu estava saíndo do colégio, vi que Carol Delfino e Maria Eduarda Pessoa estavam do lado de fora do colégio. Olhei para o outro lado da rua e vi que havia um alien na entrada do Comprefort. Fui dando a volta pelo quarteirão, quando Carol e Maria Eduarda passam por mim, de bicicleta. Nesse momento, acho que suspeitei que era um sonho, mas não fiquei lúcido. Fui dando a volta até perceber que o alien deixou uma brecha. Saí correndo, e o alien veio atrás de mim. Percebi que minha mãe ainda não estava no estacionamento. Acho que por causa do medo, acabei acordando.

27.11.2010

Armadillo pie (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM DREAM-INSIDE-DREAM

It was originally my intention to do a WBTB-WILD, but I fell asleep before entering SP.
Time: 10:00 AM to 11:30 AM

zelda and the nothing

the first dream was in top-down view (which is quite strange, actually, since I never play/have played these kind of games.) We had to get past several bosses, which were displayed on a sort of map in a similar way how levels are displayed in Mario Bros. None of the boss battles were shown except for the final boss battle, which took place in a small room, me and my companion against two spiky, yellow creatures about the same size we were, and it was all in top-down view like I said
It was also funny how all sound was 8-bittish and whenever someone said something, it would appear in the dialog box in the bottom of the screen.
new experience (have never had 3rd person dreams) but nothing too important

iPad

I was in a comfy, large house together with one male and one female, both friends of mine. It was already late, it was snowing outside, and there was a fireplace burning (I know, how cosy , i suppose we were having hot chocolate too lol) I was laying on the couch, holding an iPad (i don't own one in real life) and swiping through a list of something, probably the twitter app. We were having a meaningless conversation about some kind of youtube video, however I can't seem to recall the details.
I woke up, with the same people, however this time in a small, old looking basement-kind of room, we were connected by a dream-sharing device just like inception and apparently, we had just shared a lucid dream. The female said to me: "Isn't it cool how you can just test a product in a lucid dream before purchasing it?" I nodded yes, about to buy an iPad.
(sadly, I don't have the money for it in real life lol)
this a pretty obvious dream sign I missed, since I never even say a word about lucid dreaming in real life.

Armadilligator spotting

I was in a forest, same people as last dream but also accompanied by a guide, we were at the side of a little creek running through the forest. The guide told us there were Armadillo's upstream, but they were too dangerous to approach any closer. I got to see one and it was actually some kind of armadillo-alligator mix. Size of them was even bigger than a regular alligator.
As I tried to step closer to the creek, the soil became more soft, but not like in real-life. In the dream, it was more like the surface of a trampoline, your feet would just bounce in a little. I didn't get the chance to step into the creek.
If I had been lucid, I would have mounted one of them armadilligators and flied off after having it eat the guide alive.

Have been off DV for months, this is the first recalled night in a long time and three dreams, sweet
Gonna get back to LD'ing in no-time.

edit: made some category banners!

Last night I had an unusual dream which was split up into two parts (Whether they were separate entirely or not I'm not sure). I may have also forgotten some previous parts of the dream but I'll start chronologically with what I know.

I had just received a quad bike for whatever reason (I think it may have been a Christmas present but it clashes with what occurs later on in my dream)
I take it up and down my road for a spin. When I get near my house, and almost creepy narrator voice tells me that quad biking on road is illegal and I will be put in jail if I don't abide by the rules.
I meet this guy who obviously has had a lot of experience with quad bikes and he takes me to a sand dunes to show me some stuff. He goes incredibly fast, gets air and begins to do a back-flip. At this point, I sort of take on the first person view of him on the bike and (Unintentionally) put on the brakes too early when I/We land and I make the bike loose control and hit a tree. The dream then takes on a very game like style and shows me a third person view of his crash in a replay, and a narrator voice which this time, I couldn't make out what he was saying. Later on that dream night, I walked to a bonfire nights event, with a few quadbikers performing tricks off mounds here and there. I once again notice a game style view where a camera seems to go around the map showing me where all the police officers are and their names. After I return to first person I can see names above the PO's heads.
I then suddenly have and urge to get home. It is dark at this point and I can remember the way I came, but it is through some woods. Fortunately when I get to the woods, suddenly daylight returns. I begin to run as this urge persists, and at this point I stop and see somthing being slowly dragged into a bush, probably an animal corpse. This makes me hesitate but I continue running and run straight past and see nothing. At this point I am convinced that my dream is real as I can hear sounds clearly, feel the wind rushing against my face as I run. But then all of a sudden I lose control and something forces me to turn round and I cannot move. I see a car speeding towards me, but I am still paralysed on my feet. At which point it takes on another game type view and this time I recognise the animations being from various parts of "Call of Duty: Black ops" but unfortunately at this very point the whole world goes into slow motion and I am inevitabley hit by the car. The narrator says "And the car with no driver hit him" - DREAM END

There is then a very short part of a second dream
I have somehow travelled back to 2006 when I just joined my secondary school, and I am aware of this. I am at a museeum in an unknown place on a school trip/musical trip. I make my freinds aware that I am from the future, and they ask from when? At this point I can very easily recall that we are coming up to the end of 2010. I also notice that some of the people I know in the room haven't joined the school yet (didn't until 2008), and I become partially lucid But then something in the dream distracts me. I am now at the final bit of the dream and I am watching one of my old piano teachers conducting a band inside this museum, and the dream then fades away with the music. - DREAM END

So I think the game animations came from me playing CoD the night before, but I have no idea where the quad bikes came from

I should really start using this more often.

Last night's dream was unlike any other ive had before.
the first part, i was in this hall and i was boxing with someone. I know that guy, and i'm pretty sure it's that guy. But i might be wrong. anyway, we were boxing, not like as a competition, but more like a friendly match, or a training. When we were done, we lied down on the floor, with my head on his chest, just lying there.. i think i was tracing his face with my fingertips when he said 'you like this, right?' and i just smile and nodded and didnt say anything back. i felt.. uncertain. its true i was happy but at the same time it didnt feel right.

the second one, i was at a lake. it was very very very dark. the waters were dark blue/black, a little bit like the water in Harry Potter 1 when they were on the little boats heading to hogwarts. i remember being on a boat but then i was stuck on one of those little bridges and someone came and rescued me. afterwards.. while on that boat, everyone on this one side started jumping off the bridge and into the water and swimming towards the pavement and i was wondering why and all of a sudden mini bomb/fireworks went off so i, too went swimming and heading for the pavement. it was a very quick swim.

the third one i ended up in this big house, felt as if ive been there before, some of the stuff seemed so familiar. anyway, i was hiding in the dark, and my aunty opended the door and its as if she saw me.. but im not so sure.. i was hiding for some reason.. i remember going out after and sneaking round and they were all singing happy birthday.. im not sure to who.

and finally, the last dream, which is vague, i was in a courtroom.. and i remember getting my boyfriend in the courtroom and telling him ' we need to talk '..

still trying to remember the rest..
any thoughts?
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I am in a place I don't recognize, it looks like the interior of a castle, which I think is pretty damn awesome. I am wishing I had my camera with me so I could take some photos of the place, but since I don't, I just focus on taking in as many details of the place as I can. The arches over the ceiling of the room are very high and ornate, the ground is stone, there are many tapestries hanging on the stone walls. Each of the tapestries shows a scene with some epic quest underway, but they mean nothing to me since I have never seen any of the people in them before. There is a large wooden door on one side of the room, which is closed. I can hear a lot of talking from the other side, it sounds like there might be some kind of party going on over there. I wonder if we are invited to that party, or if we are going elsewhere in this castle. Part of me wants to go in to see the party, but another part of me wants to sneak away from the group and explore the castle some more. I really wanted to see as much of the place as I could. In addition to the large door, there were several smaller doors around the outside wall of the room, which was round. I wonder where those doors might lead, but I have not yet had a chance to make my way over to one… there are also quite a few people in the room with me… before a woman enters the room and silences everyone with a firm voice. I look over to where the voice is coming from, and the woman is standing beside the large door. She is dressed in black robes with a symbol on them, it is a symbol that looks like a red griffin… then I recognize where I think I have seen her before… Professor McGonagall from the Harry Potter series?! Nah… it must just be a resemblance.

Well, now everyone is listening to Professor McGonagall, which is what I am calling her in my mind since I don't know what her name really is… She welcomes us to the castle… awesome! It really is a castle, now I just need to get away so I can explore… I really don't want to miss my chance to explore this place… I am looking for a way to get to a door that isn't being watches when the woman actually introduces herself as Professor McGonagall. At this point I stop looking for ways to leave the room and I look back over at the woman, she continues talking to us. For the first time it registers that everyone in the room with me is rather young, looking like they're barely out of high school, and everyone there is paying very close attention to McGonagall. Wow… I must be the oldest one in there short of McGonagall herself… Great, now I feel out of place. I move over to the side of the room to stay as invisible as possible. I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a mirror hanging on one of the doors… and wow… I look like I am barely out of high school! Wow, I don't look nearly as old as I thought I did… there were clearly no unsightly bags under my eyes there! I wander back into the group, trying to hear McGonagall speaking.

"There you are!" comes a voice from off to my right. I look over to see Tigress coming over to meet me, she says she had started to wonder if I was going to make it tonight. I say of course I made it, how could I ever miss being in a place like this? She gives me a puzzled look, but before she can say anything else, McGonagall says it is time to enter the great hall and be sorted into our houses. We all file into the large room beyond the large wooden doors and down an aisle through some large tables with people sitting at them. Some of the people there look older than those of entering, some look about the same age, I see a few faces that look rather familiar. We all reach the front of the room and line up, Tigress is beside me, and I see more people I recognize, all of them from the Harry Potter series. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Crabb, Goyle, Neville, and several others I recognized. This all seems strange… Tigress is whispering to me from my right side, but I can't really hear what she's saying. I try to tell her that, but she can't seem to hear what I am saying, either. Soon McGonagall is getting everyone's attention again, and it is soon silent in the room.

I recognize what is happening in the room, we are all being sorted into different houses of Hogwarts. Somehow this doesn't trigger a reality check… um… sometimes I can be really thick headed in dreams… Everything is going as I remember it going in the books, everyone is getting assigned where they are in the books. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, are all in Gryffindor… Draco, Crabb, and Goyle are in Slytherin… Tigress is right in front of me, she gets assigned to Gryffindor, then it is my turn. So where would I be assigned? I sit in the seat, with a rather old and slightly smelly pointed hat on my head, wondering where I could get something done. Well, since I am a healer before other things, I need to be where I can get the most healing done the most easily. Most of the people at Hogwarts that need to have their harts healed are in Slytherin… yuck… I don't really like the idea of being in there, but then if someone wants to be a doctor, they have to go to where the sick people are… such as in a hospital. So if I want to heal someone's heart, I need to be in Slytherin. I'm not sure if the hat hears what I am thinking or maybe it sees the dark energy I have in me, but it complies and assigns me to Slytherin.

So while I would rather go over to sit with Tigress, I am directed to go sit at a different table with a bunch of people I don't know, with a bunch of Slytherins. This is not where I want to be going, so I go over to the table and look for an empty seat. I sit down without looking at anyone around me. There are people around me welcoming me there, just like happens at the other tables when someone is welcomed, but something seems off, and I realize it's the energy I feel coming off of some of them. It's more unstable than elsewhere in the room, it's more negative. There are still some more people being sorted, but I'm not paying any attention to that now, I look over across the room at Tigress, I would rather be over there… did I make a big mistake? I am wondering that when I hear a voice next to me. I look over and I see Draco is sitting right next to me… was he there when I sat down? I don't remember even looking to see who I was sitting beside, I don't really care who I'm sitting beside. So now I am thinking I might have made a dumb choice, by the time I finished being in Slytherin for a while, the place would be a blood bath… I would go on a psychotic killing spree.

Draco is making some kind of comment, he says something about not needing that loser since I am where I belong now… I ask what loser he is talking about, he indicates Tigress, which pisses me off. I am not in a good mood right now, and it definitely shows, it doesn't take much to set me off then. I grab Draco's collar and pull his face down right next to mine, practically hissing the threats I am making… I tell him if I ever hear him saying nasty things about Tigress again that I'll kick him in the nuts so hard they get lodged in his fucking nostrils, and don't make the mistake of thinking I can't do it, because I can. Draco is looking at me strangely, I think he can see that I am completely serious about that, Crabb and Goyle don't seem to know what to do, thus they look stupider than ever. Draco finally says he didn't mean anything by it, he was just trying to make me feel better about being apart from my old friends, I'd make new ones. I am not in the mood for making friends right now, though, so I just let go of Draco and return my attention to watching Tigress on the other side of the room… but now I don't see her there. Where did she go? How did she disappear? It flashes through my mind that Tigress probably woke up, but that makes no sense since I am not dreaming… am I? I never get a chance to check that out, however, I wake up.