FryingMan

Pretty big night last night, many many short scenes, some coherent theme-wise, but generally lots of jumping around. The benefits of getting to bed before midnight!

earlier:

+(f) they're coming, get into the SUV, drive away over difficult terrain (day residue, watched Mad Max: Fury Road)

+ "applying" to the girl to be her boyfriend, I'm with out, vague outdoor twilight/dark place, I tell her "come on, I'm right here!", but she still wants me to write up my application, I lean over/on top of her, trying to get her to agree to me.

I look up and about 30 feet away I see a small building from the side. My GF has her room in this building. It is faced with partially transparent material. The building has 3-4 stories. About 3/4 of the building on the left side is taken up by the staircase. I see (maids?) moving inside. To the right of the staircases on each landing is the door to a room, I think I'll find my GF in there if I go in.

+ Go in to the bottom of the GF building above?, there's a group in class, I go out (dark), get in car, school schedule unfolding and stuck to feet?. There's a fast way out of the parking lot (but illegal?), I get stuck in the flow of traffic going the longer way around. As we drive I see huge piles of garbage. There's a big tray of eggs at my feet, my feet are in the middle of them, there are some unbroken ones around the edges but most are broken, I throw it on the garbage heap?

+ I'm playing in orchestra: we're on riser platforms, I look down and my chairs legs barely have room to stay on the platform. In the row in front of me are the oboists (2 cute girls), they have hogged all the room, I complain to them and they invite me to sit in their row. Will I sit on their left, or shall I sit in between them, that would be nice .

The conductor has 2 newly broken vertebrae, he must be careful in conducting style. He must avoid jumping up and down, and keep very smooth movements, he (a PT guy?) is giving examples and I'm watching his conducting. From time to time he must step down from the platform and "walk it off" a little bit, and step down from time to time. I wonder what the audience will think of this.

Something about the string section?

+ at school: I'm in a classroom with a programming teacher (middle-aged female), she is showing a code sample on the screen/board, it's very short and mostly import statements, very modular. We have a discussion on the merits of one particular (scripting?) programming language based on this single example of code ("look how clean it is!" she claims), I grant her point but I'm defending C++

In the hallways, my mother and sister are there, my sister always gets the new clothes.

later:

+ Waiting my turn in line going around the lunch table for the water boiler/cooker. The line moves clockwise around the table to the left. It's a small square table. As I reach the 3rd side and it's my turn, I fumble with my yellow rice ingredients, it's spilling out of my hands, trying to get it into the pot, (someone complains that?) it turns the water yellow.

+ storm out of the Tribes-1-like video game capture the flag game furious after I discover a cheating opponent wearing "both sides" armor that is invulnerable to my shots and the turrets I place are ineffective against him

+ in the French class of (trying to remember her name) "Mrs. Rivello" [false] (her name doesn't sound very French, more like Italian), taking (bread? candies?) out of (Christmas-decorated?) containers

+ girl is debating paying the required $4000-$5000 to have me as a boyfriend (still a great deal, I'm a great catch), does she know I'm 50 and married and not really <foreign> but just live there?

Driving to school in the back seat, against the right window, in car with others, coming the other way in the approaching lane (there's a barrier between the lanes), a guy I know to be a priest/teacher going the other way makes the sign of the cross and calls out "Hi <my name>" as his car blows by ours. This happens again, and I have something hanging down over my face, I wonder, how did he see me?

Approaching the school, I look at the buildings and they're very run down and dilapidated.

I'm late to journalism class, I think I'll have to get my own car so I can arrived on time.

Walking through a confusing section of rooms/hallways, I'm trying to find my class. There are lists of names posted outside every room and I think I see my name a number of times. I come upon an open class room see students sitting around a window, this is mine? I enter the class room. Across the table a bit separated I see my GF (from above, $4000). As I sit the teacher chastises me for being late.

I'm in the locker room getting ready to leave out of the left door, some gangsters come and block that door, they're here to threaten me to throw the game (I'm on the football team?), I head out right away through the right-side door. The gangsters will use a new, young kicker on the team to throw the game.

Waiting for the elevator in an open atrium, it arrives it is a large glass walled and ceilinged room like a little greenhouse, I hold my GF's hand, get on, as the elevator moves down I lean forwards and kiss her on the lips (for the first time?)

+ reading (sports mix container?) about different types of vitamin C: for bodybuilding, you must only take "area" style after a workout, even a single dose of normal vitamin C can erase all your gains for the whole period