cbernard

I and a bunch of other people (20-25) are sitting around a large square table. We go around the table and each person has to share some sort of artwork. Most people display their photography, paintings, or film. It is all visible on a screen to my left.

I am kissing Cassie.

Dream #1:

M, J, and K are in a soccer league. M + J's team is playing K's team. K's team is winning. M is goalie, J is something like a defender. I am watching from the sideline, but on M + J's side of the field. I am on M's right. The goals are close to the corners of the field, and are tilted at an angle. M + J's goal is on the opposite side of the field from me. The field is divided into zones, and you can only hit the ball in one certain way, depending on what zone you're in. M is not doing a good job of staying near the goal, and the other team keeps scoring.

Later, I am goalie in a different game. A couple of balls get past me, and I look at the back of the goal. There's a little poster, the size of a regular piece of printer paper, which is white with a picture in the center of the top half, and a quote on the bottom half. The picture is of a dejected-looking robot, who also looks kind of wimpy. The quote is something like, "We're hanging on - that's all we can say." It's supposed to look like someone on our team said that, but I suspected that the other team just made it up.


Dream #2:

Mr. K asks me what my favorite piece of music is. I am taken aback. I tell him I have three candidates. I then adjust this number to four. I start thinking, trying to narrow it down. I throw out the piece that I thought of that made me change the number of candidates to four, which was something by Beethoven but I don't know what. Then, I say, "My third favorite piece is Beethoven's string quartet no. 14." I feel kind of guilty saying that it's my third favorite, because it used to be my #1 favorite. Next, I say that my second favorite piece is Messiaen's Twenty Gazes on the Infant Jesus. I notice that he is typing on a computer (which I don't think was there before). The screen is pointed away from me, but I can see the keyboard, so I watch him type and figure out that he's typing the name of the Messiaen piece, but in French. He has to backspace a lot, but he finally gets it. I tell him, "If you want to buy it, you should get Peter Hill, Roger Muraro, or Nigel Simeone." I get confused, because Nigel Simeone never recorded it. So I say, "You know what? Just get the Muraro. And watch out for Yvonne Loriod's recording. She was Messiaen's wife, so she knows the piece better than anyone, and it's a good recording, but the sound is bad." I was going to tell him that my #1 favorite piece was Messiaen's opera St. Francis, but the dream ended.



Dream #3:

J is at Brandon's birthday party. He is eating pizza. B+T show up. I want pizza, but J eats it all. First, he eats what's left of the sausage pizza, which I wasn't interested in, then, I see pepperoni and reach for a slice, but he grabs both the remaining slices before I can get one. Then, I see a canadian bacon pizza and decide that I will have to settle for that, but he scoops up all the slices. It was a thin crust pizza, cut into tiny little squares, so he just grabs the five or six squares that were left. I ended up not getting any pizza.



Dream #4:

Something about a lava lamp. It had red, blue, yellow, green, purple, and orange little lava things, but the purple and orange dominated.



Dream #5:

My sister and I are at an outdoor celebration. Someone is giving a speech, and I am supposed to launch a rocket at the end of it. The rocket launcher is out on the lawn, and the button is on a wooden table with a lot of wires on it. The button is red, coming out of a green little stand. I accidentally knock the button over, and it rolls off the table. The cord doesn't allow it to fall all the way to the ground. I pick it up by the cord and start to put it back on the table, but the cord brushes against another wire on the table, and this triggers the rocket. I look over at the rocket. There is a red explosion, which doesn't seem to have any purpose, then a white explosion which launches the rocket. It only goes up about 15-20 feet, then falls back down. Since it was in the middle of the speech, people are confused and start clapping a little.

Later, my sister and I are looking for a little v-shaped nail. She finds it in a sandbox, but it is too small for her to pick up. I bend down and grab it, but as soon as I move it, ants start pouring out of where it used to be. I tell my sister to move, but she is laughing and looking at something. I keep telling her to move or the ants will get her, and finally she moves, but she doesn't seem too concerned about the ants. I realize that the whole time I was trying to get her to move, I was standing right in the middle of all the ants, so I retreat and start brushing them off. However, every time I brush them off, more start crawling up my legs! I get into this pattern of taking several steps away from the anthill, then brushing my legs off, but I never can get far enough away that they stop coming.

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Lucid


I had a dream in the morning, but I didn't write it down and forgot it. I was thinking about random things while still in bed, and remembered this, from an earlier dream:

I was walking down the road, in the left lane, right next to the grass. The grass was kind of yellowish-green and didn't look too healthy. I was looking at the ground, and when an oak tree up ahead entered my vision, I burst out crying.