Casting Shadows

*** Note: My Art II class was assigned to research a Mississippi artist so that we could give a ten-minute presentation on him or her, and I chose a woman named Dot Courson. Funny to note that my teacher told us that if we could get the artist to come to the school and speak in front of our class we did not have to speak at all. After taking a public speaking class during my freshman year, I'm no longer very terrified of giving presentations, but I really didn't care for the project itself at all and so I was the least prepared out of all of my classmates. Considering this, even I didn't want to give a presentation.

Happy ending: My PowerPoint got lost among all of the others and so my teacher couldn't find it! I don't have to give the presentation, but I do have to go to her class as soon as I get free time to take a test.

Here's Dot Courson's profile, if you're curious: http://dotcourson.com/

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Friday, October 11, 2013

Dot Courson comes to visit me in my home in Ucon. Apparently Mrs. Tucci had contacted her and told her that I would be doing the presentation, and so Mrs. Courson would present herself for me.

I "am" Harry Potter. I am talking to Hermione Granger and she is telling me about how hard it is to be Muggle-born. We start to reminisce and the scene goes back in time to when Hermione and I first went to Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is a part of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, which is underground; practically everything is brown. There are "sections," or little trails, for all of the shops. Specifically, there are two caves that lead to the Gringotts vaults: one is for Muggle-borns; the other is for anyone who has at least one close Wizarding relative.

I am with Hagrid, as he is my guide through Diagon Alley. I briefly look backwards to watch Hermione, dripping wet with only a thin sheet to cover up her nakedness, is taken down the cave for the Muggle-borns.

Hagrid is taking me to get my wand, but I have to fight to get it. He shows me to a hole in the ground where there are several small dinosaurs and it becomes clear that he and I will have to defeat all of these over-grown lizards so that I can get my wand. Since he and I can only use our bare hands, we fight the little beasts for what seems like forever. By the time we get to around three I start to feel better, as surely it won't be long before I get a wand (and then I will never have to fight like this again!), but no such luck: the dinosaurs suddenly regenerate and I feel like giving up. Surely there is no possible way to win!

I don't remember much from my dream last night. I know that my father was holding my mother and I captive in the trailer. I once asked him why, but I don't remember his answer (it might have been something like, "Because I love you"). At some point he texted me and explained to me that he would be drinking the following weekend and I asked him why, but he said because he always drinks on the weekends and the holidays. That wasn't what I meant. . . .

At some point I'm trying to escape from him.

Date: Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Emotion before deaming: Calm
Emotion after dreaming: Calm--maybe a bit accomplished
Thoughts: Oh screw it, I'll try out this WILD technique tomorrow. I just wanna go to bed.
Time spent sleeping: 12:00 AM - 5:30 AM
Note: Sorry for the crap-writing in this one! I'm on the run so I can't bother to proofread it now.

I'm sitting down on the floor in the corner (as if it was Christmas time) of the trailer that looked as if it was the one that my family and I lived in back in Ucon. It's been forever since we've eaten real spaghetti and my father asks me if I would be willing to give it a try if he "cooks it right." Despite my distinct hatred for spaghetti, I agree, and then I go back to my room to look up how in the world I'm supposed to make an Iron Man costume.

(If you're curious, then the wikiHow article that I found in the dream told me that I needed a pair of red pajama pants and a shirt from some superhero that I've never heard of.)

It's fairly early in the morning and so I go outside to walk around. The sun hasn't even come up yet and so the entire world is lit with a dim reddish color that you can only find during the early hours of daylight. Nothing is strange or "off" in anyway but I'm happy, and so I think--in a joking manner, of course--that if there's a giant cat of the jungle behind me then I am definitely dreaming.

Well, amigos, guess what was behind me, pretty as a painting?

Boy, was I surprised! I hadn't even expected anything to happen, so I felt a mixture of mild excitement, mostly shock, and a dash of fear (for the love of God there's a cougar right there and it's not moving!). Without a doubt, I was dreaming. I willed myself to rise a few yards in the air and glided back and forth, reminding myself that I needed to do all that was in my power to calm down. "Don't force it--let's just watch."

And so I did. I don't really remember going back down, but my parents and I loaded up in the car for a road trip to Illinois. My mother tells me that she had never gone that way, "but she should have." Curious and interested in seeing some "lucid crap," I ask my father if he can turn the car into a bus. He tells me that yes, that was possible, but he would need to speed up in order for it to work. I watch as the speedometer rocketed all the way up to 160, but I knew that we were only going forty at least. I told him as much and he makes it look like he's going to turn the car into a bus then, but instead we just stop.

Mama's parents were in Illinois. The two of them, along with my parents, sat around talking about relationships. My father said that he had always thought that "separate marriage was a good thing," and my grandparents said that Nickson had said (in regard to one of the relationships--either my parents' or my grandparents) "I'll take it." In the dream, this meant that he wanted to see me.

Towards the end I was starting to want to get out of there and explore the dreamscape, and so I found steak and some other vegetable. I wanted to preserve the food and so I picked up two cylinder blocks and willed them to enlarge and merge. "I have the power!" I shouthed. Well, at least they got bigger. . . .

I felt myself drifting apart, the world getting dark, and for a second I wanted to hold on to my lucidity; then I realized that I was waking up and, with a sort of resigned accomplishment, opened my eyes.

Date: Tuesday, October 8, 2013
Emotion before Dreaming: Calm
Emotion after Dreaming: Calm
Thoughts: Calm down . . . clear your mind. . . .
Intended Technique: WILD (((please note that I was only practicing the WILD technique--I didn't think that anything would come out of it)))
Time Spent Sleeping: 9:00 PM - 12:00 AM

Please note that I DO NOT have any affiliation with the website-thing Second Life.

There is a particular character that I like to draw who I have named Mimi Mace--the girl on the far left is her. Please excuse my awful drawing skills. Anyway, she, Jasper, and I were all playing some sort of game that resembled one of the places in Second Life a bit. The only things that I can remember from the dream, though, are these:

1) all three of us were attending some college
2) we were gathering at Jasper's place--or we might have all lived together--and the "Second Life game" was on the XBox 360
3) Mimi's character was laying on a bench that was placed beside a clock tower in the game (or perhaps that was the dream world's real life, I dunno)

Just a cute little mention: Note that I'm pretty skeptical about a lotta stuff, but I just think it's kind of cool that Jasper dreamed of Mimi last night, too. XD

[Today was the first day of school and I was more nervous than I normally am last night. It was very difficult to go to sleep and I kept waking up.]

1) The straightener was making my hair fall out. When I was done with it I set it on the bathroom counter and seen quite a lot of my hair stuck in it.



2) I realize that I'm dreaming and I suddenly become so excited. I walk around a bit, trying to calm myself down.

[I had this dream after waking up and not remembering anything, not even solid dream fragments. I threw a bit of a mental bitch fit and I guess Subby gave me this dream as compensation. I'm down with that!]

Apparently I was over at Jasper's place (or he was at mine, which may have been the case as the room was shaped like mine). He and I were playing The Sims 3. I focused in the game and became an observer inside of it. My Sim family was having a party outside and their Toddler was sitting in a high chair. One of the parents looked in its direction because they thought that the game had forced an age transition and the Toddler was turning into a Child, but no such case.

By the time I was done with The Sims 3 Jasper had turned into Luna, an old childhood friend. Luna's older sister may have also been there.

I was sitting down on the floor in front of the bed and Luna was playing with a lighter. Instead of spouting out fire, it was crystal shaped in the stereotypical shape of a diamond (a few of them). If she pulled the lighter back while holding the button down then crystals would appear there, and if she held it higher then the crystals would follow her lead. Well eventually she stopped and but in some movie in my XBox 360 and the two of us laid down together in my bed. After a little bit Luna asked me to set the loop when one of the characters screamed "Gooooooooooo!" When I asked her why she explained that we "might as well be happy." This task proved harder than I expected it to be because I missed at the beginning and we had to keep listening to the characters talk, but Luna was okay with that.

Later on I went into the living room and watched some show with my parents. It was pretty good, though I don't remember much about it. There was one particular character named Emmett, but all I remember from him is that he had high-ish cheekbones. If I remember correctly then in the story, if the characters did something wrong or if they survived for a certain amount of time, then they would be turned into crystal. Near the end of the episode Emmett and one of the others (a female character) knew that it was their time to go and so they awaited their fate with open arms. The episode ended and I went outside.

At first it was at night and it looked like it usually does in Greentree. I must have seen Jason and some other people at some point though. Towards here is a blank in my memory and then the landscape looks more like the area of Pine Plains that my family lived in when I was still attending SPPHS. Jason is with (not "dating with") a girl that goes to my school but who I never talk to. As the three of us are walking down the hill that leads to the trailer park in the SPPHS school district, I notice that neither of them have any of their teeth; apparently they had been doing crystal meth.

By now the sun has come up again and I go back inside to watch another episode of that show. It's showing the opening theme and there is a portrait of Emmett and someone else (perhaps the chick that was crystallized with him). The portrait changed and so the show revealed that Emmett was none other than Adolf Hitler.

[I actually thought that last night would mark the start of a memory without fragments, but I was wrong. Oh well. Normally these sorts of things only last from two to four or five days.]

1) In this room there is a lot of brown. There are adults with us kids. What we (the kids, I don't know about the adults) were doing is rebellious, but not necessarily "bad" or "evil."
[Those were the words that I chose when I woke up this morning: "bad" and "evil." I really want to know what we were fucking up ]



2) Krystal and I were playing a card game, or maybe even a board game (though I don't think so). I had never played it before and so Christine was trying to teach me the basic rules. She was explaining to me that whatever you were to say, you were to say it clearly because all of what you said would be actions carried out by your side. She proved this to me when she said that ice would be a way to escape. I then seen the scenario that she was talking about. A slightly boyish-looking girl was behind a layer of ice, and behind her was a blue monster that had been chasing her. The girl placed her finger onto the ice and drew a circle, which then made that portion of the ice fall to the ground. Both the girl and the monster jumped through the ice and continued their chase. When it was my turn a scene came into my head of a reddish-orange car carrying the game's cards in the back of it and hitting an electrical fence. All of the cards exploded and the scene disappeared and I was looking at Krystal again. She was disappointed about losing her cards, but she understood. "Especially since this is, what, your third time playing?"

"Fourth," I corrected.

I was grateful that she wasn't mad at me




3) Stan was up to something.
[Can you believe that that was supposed to be a long dream?]



4) Hogwarts looks like your typical haunted mansion. It's on top of a cliff that is so high you cannot see the bottom, and there are four rickety bridges that lead to each of the four Houses. The rain is falling terribly here. There is a "House Switching" where some of the students are transferred to different Houses.

I take the viewpoint of Harry and I am talking to sixth-year Tom Riddle. He keeps talking about how he didn't do everything he ever did "evilly." I don't disbelieve him; in fact I think I am contemplating his words, wondering if Voldemort is truly one-hundred percent evil or if he is something else. I think that Tom was talking about the House Switching in "his day" and how he remained in Slytherin.

Anyway, Harry started crawling on one of the bridges, the one to Hufflepuff. Depending on how you stood it could have either been the one on the left or the one on the right, and I'm pretty sure from the point where I was talking to Tom it was on the left side.

Here's a point where I can't remember what happens and suddenly I (again, as Harry, who looks very Hufflepuffy) am sitting on a balcony. I only remember there being three balconies for Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, but there may have been one for Slytherin as well. Ron was still a Gryffindor but I think that Hermione had been Switched over to Ravenclaw. The three of us were talking about all of the House points we were going to collect.

[I don't really want to call this a dream fragment because I remembered more of it from when I woke up. Unfortunately I didn't write it down in the dream journal that I keep by my bed. ]

My parents and I are in one of the semi-trucks, with my father behind the wheel, my mother in the middle, and me by the window. Real trucks aren't nearly as tall as this one, though. It must have reached for at least a mile (maybe a mile and a half) and I was terrified. In real life I don't have a huge phobia of heights, but at the same time if you get me high enough I'm not going to want to look down. However, in the dream, I didn't want to be a scaredy-cat Gryffindor and so I kept opening my eyes and looking down.

I remember that the roads weren't always connected, or at least they didn't always look as though they were connected, because sometimes I thought that we were going to fall off of them and land on the one below.

Eventually I came to realize that the reason it looked as though we were so high up was because my seat was right in line with the right side mirror that made the roads look distorted. This calmed me somewhat but I still was afraid of impending doom.

Later we managed to get to Jasper's trailer. I don't remember much from his place but I know that he and I were sleeping on one of the couches together. I think he kept calling me unattractive or "not as sexy as he."

Maybe a mention about France?

[This is the second time I've gone to sleep and remembered a few dream fragments. It's good that I'm remember bits of so many dreams but I'd be more satisfied if I could remember whole dreams. ]

1) Faye is concerned about something, but I can't remember what it is. It looks as if though the setting is my old school UMS, and she takes me to one of the bathrooms. I remember that there are showers in there, though, which there definitely aren't in real life.

2) This setting was back in Ucon in the first trailer that my family lived in. The neighbors behind us were the children that live around where we live in now, though. I remember that we had a porch with an awning above, and that is an addition.

For whatever reason, I was trying to bake cookies. My mother took over, though, and spent the entire dream (about two days) baking. I once asked why she kept doing it and she told me it was because she liked decorating.

At night my dad went outside to take out the trash. It was a weekend and the two of them didn't have any alcohol to drink so my mother asked me what he seemed like to me. "Great," I replied, though that was more of my attitude towards the scenario than what I thought he was feeling. As I was going into the bathroom he came in from the back door. I'm not sure what he said, but I think it was something along the lines of "I'm not a chump."

The next day the children behind us were being extremely loud. It was hard for me to think and my mother couldn't concentrate on baking so she asked me to go out and tell them to quiet down (which I was doing anyway). As I got out there they were all starting to pile into a European van (the driver's side was on the right rather than the left) and a woman (brown hair, looked to be in her thirties) was the one driving. I leaned in the passenger's side and prepared to tell the children to shut up, but I couldn't spit the words out. The woman started reversing and I stumbled a bit. "Climb on in," she said, but I refused. I turned around to go back inside instead.

3) Jeff, Bart and I were out hunting in the woods. The sun was peeking out through some of the trees and so if I had to guess it was in the afternoon. I'm not sure what we were hunting, but I know it wasn't animals. The three of us climbed up a hill and passed some other guys and eventually we got to a log cabin.

4) [Here it is, the "maybe lucid." The reason I don't know if I knew that I was dreaming or not is because my thought process resembled what it is when I'm lucid, but I don't actually remember ever thinking "I'm lucid, this is a dream, I can do whatever I want." Whether it was a lucid or not, however, I did execute a fair amount of dream control.]

There was some sort of war going on. Some man--a captain--was being controlled by me. I made him do "something" and I also made him quit to become an average citizen. He told me that if I didn't want to practice martial arts then I could always do some kind of fighting style that resembled that of a cat. I already knew this and thought about Yugito Nii of Naruto.

[In search of the time that is good to wake up so that I can remember dreams I am trying out a project. I knew that I wouldn't be going to bed until three this morning so I set my alarm clock to ring at six. I would write down anything that I can remember from a dream, pace around a little, and prepare to take a nap--because I usually have lucids in naps. Unfortunately my dad didn't wake me up at nine like I thought he would and I ended up sleeping from six-thirty to twelve, soooo. . . .]

1) I must have been in some store, either a general store or a pharmacy, because I was looking at a shelf that had several pill bottles on it. I recall that their tops were shaped somewhat oddly.
*** this is the second time medicine has appeared in my dream. if it keeps on like this it'll be a dream sign.



2) In real life CLS is a Christian Camp that I used to attend during the summer for one week, but here in this dream it was slightly different. There were four groups and we were placed into whatever Hogwarts House we were (so of course I was in Gryffindor), and our "levels" were determined on what grade we were in. I was a junior so the year after would be my last year to come unless I became a counselor.

The place that we were in was sort of like the school cafeteria back in Ucon with a "log cabin" sort of theme. There was a large but old fridge pushed to the side and by collecting food in our bags we would obtain points for our teams. I remember thinking something like, I wish this was a Nano-Fridge, which comes from The Sims 3 in the Nano-Microwave. If the fridge was a Nano-Fridge then it would have been of better quality and would have kept it from breaking. Every time the fridge broke we were instructed to stop running and dump our food on the ground (or on the table, which ever worked better) so that the counselors could fix it.



3) In The Sims 3 for console there is a particular character called Willow Lynd, and she lives with the other local Goths. I was sitting with her in what I would assume to be a library (though to be honest it was really as though I had been sucked into the living room of The Clique house--the house that she originally lives in in the game. The walls are red, the carpet is red, the chairs and sofas are red, and the windows are big. Someone distrusted Willow due to her "Goth" status--I think it was an authority figure, but I can't be sure--but I can't recall how she felt about that.

At some point during that dream I stood up and walked over to them, though. There were a lot of people in the room over.



4) Another effing Sims dream. Each Trait you choose for your Sim would open up a different "Challenge" (or story line). The ones that I were looking at were technological, so I was probably thinking about the Computer Whiz Trait. Also, I caught a glimpse of the daughter on there turning into a Teenager.



5) Nothing but crystals in a cavern. The crystals had a blue tint. . . .



6) Jarvis and I were playing some sort of video game with one another. I'm not entirely sure but it seemed that the objective was to become a leader over a land by recruiting people. My character was a female and she was going to some area that almost looked as if though it had been abandoned. The stone bridge was crumbling, the grasses were growing out of control and trees' branches had fallen onto the trail. She kept persisting through the wilderness and eventually reached civilization. I'm not clear on what happened but I don't think that she was welcomed with open arms.

She escaped through the pipes during the night. It was a full moon.

[Ugh . . . another Sims dream. This is pathetic. I didn't even play that game yesterday!]

I was a Sim, and not the only one. There was a whole busful of us when it came to the afternoon when the sun was setting. I'm not sure where we stopped at but it was a mildly abandoned scene somewhere alongside a wood where the road was gravel. We were all allowed to step outside of the vehicle and socialize for a bit and I found myself talking to some blonde with a rather large nose.

"I heard that they're changing the game," she said to me as we watched someone rode by on a bicycle by us. "Making it better. Thank God--I hate these noses."

Along the way I found a computer (or something akin to it) and on the screen was "Slut Barbie." I wasn't sure why the company would entitle a toy that and was curious. The main menu was pink and sparkly and reminds me now of something like Stardoll, but in the dream I was more interested in S. Barbie's background and main story. I don't remember her background, but as for the main thing. . . .

She and the main character of Naruto: Shippuden (which is Naruto Uzumaki) were like tiny people living on top of a tortious, which may or may not have had a turquoise shell. On the tortious was what looked like a box that was attached at the bottom but not with the corners, and did not have a top so that viewers could watch what was going on. As time went on, the four corners of the box slowly fell backwards so that they would eventually land on the shell, but that was unnoticed by me. I remember that the outside of the box--as in its color--was white, but on the inside S. Barbie and Naruto were stuck in a swamp-like area.

A romance story, it looked like. I recall that Naruto just "wanted to know the 'real' her," and so, true to that sort of plot line, S. Barbie was mostly closed-off and introverted, slowly opening up to him. The box's walls were like an alarm clock, though, and by the time they fell to the shell Naruto was gone--whether he had chosen to go was not known--and S. Barbie was left heart-broken. She became bitter and unhappy and she may or may not have developed a thirst for power.

By now S. Barbie is outside of her box--and I'm seeing the world through her eyes. She's in my trailer and while there is a part of her mind that refers to my dad as "her father" she doesn't seem to have any emotional attachment to him, either positive or negative. She has found a little brown pill--an "Ox Pill"--and has gone to the room that my family keeps all of its junk in. She is using a cardboard box as a table and before she consumes the Ox pill she's complaining about all of the roaches she sees.

Of course they're scared of him ("him" being my father), he's their leader. S. Barbie swiped at a few of them in hopes that they would eventually become afraid of her and would make her their leader.

Who I assume would be Watari of Death Note came in at this point, dressed in either a tuxedo or suit (though I know he was wearing a bow tie). I recall that he referred to S. Barbie (who, remember, is still sorta/kinda/not really me at this point) as some popular English name, or at the very least one that I've heard of before. "Miss Bueronot," perhaps. Watari noticed the pill but I don't believe he made a comment on it.



dream fragment - I am walking on a dirt trail that is surrounded by both tall and short blades of grass. It's sunset and the sky above me is a darkening combination of red and orange, and the ocean below me--for I am on top of a cliff--is calm. I'm fairly sure that I've been in this area in a lucid dream before--perhaps the last one that I can remember. Someone has either jumped off of the cliff or is simply hovering in the air because I surely didn't see any strings attached and yet they were clearly spread-eagle off of the ground and above the water below, as if they were wanting to dive.

There were probably huts and other signs of civilization to my right, but I didn't look.

Clearly I've been playing too much of The Sims 3 because even in my dream my Sim was trying to advance in her pitiful, virtual life. She had a total of four-hundred thousand Simoleons (Sim currency) and was planning on buying the Old Colonial Mansion, the most expensive house in the console version. Instead of finding the impressive home that I had seen in the waking world, the dream had pulled one of its "I'm-gonna-screw-with-you-'cause-I-can" stunts and flooded the manor. The story turned into a semi-action one and I knew that in order to get experience points (perhaps Crystogen Points, since I played Final Fantasy XIII last night) I needed to fight the ghosts and ghouls and whatever else nested inside the ruins.

The water didn't reach so high that it completely covered up the roof. Without swimming (I'm not sure if I was standing on the water or floating, but I know that I never swam) I jumped into one of the house's windows and landed in the attic.

From that point on the house somewhat resembled a shipwreck. The water on that level wasn't as high as what it had been outside and so the house was tilted so that the water flooded the left side. Despite this, I walked through the place completely unaffected by the gravity change and therefore had no reason to worry about swimming. The floorboards were wet and the paint was peeling off of the walls; the chandelier was barely hanging from the ceiling and the spiders had long since claimed the territory as their own. I'm pretty sure that I kept rising up the levels of the house each time I cleared the floor (even though I had started at the very top) because I never once had to swim and each time I came to a new floor the water was never higher than what it had been previously.

There must have been some point where I stopped to use the bathroom because Jasper--who must have been my roommate--knocked on my door and asked, "Have you heard yourself piss lately?"

"Yeah."

"Gosh. You might want to brush your teeth, you've got morning breath."

After that he left and I was stuck trying to find an end to the monsters that lurked among the shadows. Eventually I had had enough ("This place just doesn't feel like a home") and decided to switch the Old Colonial Mansion to the empty lot in its place. I would build my own house if I couldn't have a pre-made one!

Friday, November 16, 2012

I awoke in my bed right after my previous dream with the sunlight shining through the window, as if it was six-something. Something was wrong, though, and I was certain that I knew what it was.

I turned around (when I woke back up, I was facing the wall), expecting to see the green pipe and it came.

So I went through it.

I landed in a strange, pink and brown room that looked as though it was fixing to be moved into.

The first thing I attempted was to draw on the wall without touching it (just move my fingers around, you know), and failed. I remembered World of Lucid Dreaming mentioning "air wands," and how sometimes we need things to help us believe that we can do stuff in dreams. There was a black cord under me, so I picked that up and tried to move it so that it would make a drawing on the wall.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Jarvis and I must have gotten ourselves into trouble, because I found myself sitting across from him and the school's counselor. Jarvis seemed to be upset about getting into trouble, but I cannot recall what emotion I may or may not have been feeling at the time. The counselor had talked to Jarvis many times before, but judging by the way she talked about him, it did not seem as though she knew him very well--as if she heard more about him than she did from him.

The counselor, it seemed, was not truly getting on to us. It seemed more that she was just trying to get to know me (as I was her "new charge") than anything else, as well as make sure that both Jarvis and I felt that we were a "part" of something larger with her: a group with all members comfortable sharing their experiences and emotions together. She told me something that she had heard about Jarvis from someone else, that it was common knowledge in the student body that Jarvis was the fastest swimmer to attend their school. She then described the time that gave him this status, and I pictured it all in my head:

Jarvis and his class, I assume, were on some sort of field trip at a beach. He was supposed to be with the rest of his class at the top of a cliff, where a cave was, but instead he had wandered off on his own and remained at the bottom of the beach. From where I was looking, Jarvis was running to catch up with his classmates. He was so fast that the hydrogen ions did not break, and that he remained on top of the water until he got to the sand. Instead of looking down from the cave, my point of view flew down in front of him. He did not see me, as I was only picturing this in my mind, but there was a look on his face that spoke of something like being tired or sad.

Once I was done picturing this, I was back across from the counselor and Gaug, who seemed somewhat surprised that she and I were having the conversation that we were. "Most people only start talking about stuff I've done when they're upset with me."

I considered telling him that we had known each for nearly a year and I had yet to be annoyed with him, but refrained.

Either I forget what happened after this or there was a time laps, but I suddenly found myself in the middle of two younger children on our school bus, heading towards my old school for Saturday detention. The one on my left, a younger girl, is the one I am not so familiar with, but the boy on my right was a neighbor: Stan, a rambunctious young boy who tends to get into trouble with everyone.

Before the bus reached the school, Stan decided that he really had to crap, so he stood up on top of our seat, pulled his pants down, squatted, and let it loose. What came out looked more like a realistic Mr. Hankey(?) from South Park than it did an actual pile of poop. The piece of crap was put in a petri dish and put on the floor by Stan.

The other girl and I were just trying not to get in his way.

The bus driver apparently knew that Kyle had dome something, because she stopped the bus, got up, and told him to dispose of it--though I don't remember how Kyle did it.

As Mrs. McDonald drove us near the old school entrance, I thought to myself that I knew what was going to happen, because whatever I thought was going to happen would happen. Wait a minute, I thought to myself, that only happens in dreams.

I turned around in my seat to see one of the green Mario pipes there. It was very small, and would probably be more suitable to a rat, but that did not stop me from getting up and walking towards it. Kneeling down, I gazed down in it. I do not remember what I seen, but I do know that I was going slightly cock-eyed from staring into something like that. I dived in it, but the dream must have stopped here.