FryingMan

00:00 Monday 2014-04-21

in my lucid hideout. Glorious black of no city lights, utter silence around. Heaven. Just a bit chilly though.

00:43 bedtime

got lazy. Had a number of fun & wacky dreams and just kept building up their memories in my head from waking to waking instead of recording. I successfully kept them all until the last waking of the day when they almost all promptly vanished except the last one. Grrr!

09:59

+ interrupted a couple making out/doing it. Stuck my body into the action, directed the girl down to my (ahem) and she performed some brief oral.

(barely remembered the above...just had a strange nagging feeling: "Wait a minute, didn't I get a blowjob last night?")

+ sliding down the hills to the city below

+ swimming?

+ food / pizza?

+ I'm an assistant teacher to a class of kids. I'm goofing off all the time with other assistants. There's a girl with a ton of tattoos, and some other guys with me, we're singing and joking and ignoring the class. The principal (short man) and asst. principal (short woman) enter the class and chastise us. "Have you been teaching classical mechanics?" he asks? I avoid the question because the answer is obviously, "no." We get in trouble. I'm anguished about this because I think I've wasted a great opportunity, now how will I ever get another recommendation? I'm so concerned, I'm fiddling nervously with a telescoping antennae like from a walkie-talkie, extending it and collapsing it over and over again.

Then one of the assistants comes in saying "the <something> guy [a DC from earlier in the dream] is starting a band!" We whoop in excitement, I run giddily down a hallway, including sliding down a steep ramp, into the audition area where that guy is. I say I play the <my instrument> and can play chords and do some fingerpicking on guitar." I want to say I can play trumpet too (I can't ), just not very well. We're on a small stage getting ready for the audition. I can't find a music stand that works, I'm trying to pull one up but the stands are all on the floor. I look over the shoulder of the band-starting-guy at some sheet music propped up on a piano. I sing an ascending scale saying something funny "la-la-la-la-la-LA-LA COCOA PUFFS!" everyone cracks up. I'm cracking up too, except I find suddenly my mouth is full of food, I'm trying to tell people not to make me laugh so much because I may choke.

We're sudden in custody in a large building in some company, we're still in trouble from the school. There are a lot of people there. I say "friends don't turn friends over to custody at Cocoa-Puffs" [meaning the company that makes Cocoa-Puffs].