GA's DJ

05.07.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Much like the past few dreams it was dark and rainy. I was a passenger in a super low-riding car in the back left seat. There were no car doors. We (me and others I didn't identify until the end) came and stopped at a red light with lots of vehicles in front and behind. I was playing a DS game at the time. Instead of putting my DS (as well as a GBA and Alphasmart Neo I had with me) on the seat next to me when I was finished I put them on the road that was almost horizontal to my seat. When the car started up again I realized my error and told them to stop. Unfortunately the cars behind got impatient and began honking horns to high heavens. I told them to just go on and I leapt from the car. Enough distance had been made before I jumped out that I had some ways to walk to get to my assets.

I found my GBA on the road smashed with exposed microchips and shattered screen. My DS and Neo were by a black man sitting on some stairs leading up to an apartment building. He asked me what the Neo was and I told him it was an electronic typewriter. He acted like he wanted to buy mine. I told him mine looked pretty busted up and gave him the website to buy his own. After profuse thanks I gathered the items and prepared to leave. The black man didn't seem satisfied with my thanks and kept acting like he wanted me to give him something. In the end he wound up spitting on my hand and my hair for no good reason. I told him I had had enough and quickly retreated.

The rain picked up. My DS was bent and the stylus twisted at an odd angle. The game I had been playing, much akin to "The World Ends With You," had screwed up audio and the picture fizzled and became blurred at times. I felt most sad about not being able to finish the game I had become so engrossed with. I continued up the street wondering if I would ever again run into the people I had been riding with. Near a parking lot a beautiful, tall woman with long ebony hair holding a tiny cocktail umbrella acted like she knew me. She held the little umbrella over me catching but few of the raindrops and led me to where a giant white SUV was parked. Odd that our low-riding car grew such big wheels. The driver came out. He was Sho, the guy in my avatar, or also a character I adopted for M.E.I. Network Act VIII named Brent.

05.07.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

In a comfy carpeted room with a giant bed straight ahead and a bunk bed to the right I stood there admiring the two quilts. One was gray and the other red. I had on a ski mask for whatever reason and had come home from JCC, referring the dream I had earlier today. Mom and I had talked briefly about getting the right classes. Dad came in and picked me up by the neck playful in the context of the dream but it would obviously hurt in real life and only put me back down when he saw a UK logo on the ski mask. Later that night I'm sitting on a comfy chair before a TV in some corner. Sitting next to me on some leather seats is my uncle Jon and some rich fictional fellow with a monocle complete with rare breed of cat purring on his lap. The television media (most likely Fox News based on color scheme) starts talking about my brother Kyle and how he represented some company that insulted a famous celebrity. The celeb wants Kyle put away for fourteen some odd years. I'm shocked by this. The rich fellow asserts that the charge will most certainly be dropped since my brother was merely representing a company and was not a free agent on the matter. I feel a little better.

05.07.2010

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The dream began in a classroom on a stool by a high brown table. My old high school friend Matt D. was there and the teacher was before a small chalk board. She was white-haired and scrawny and began teaching on a subject that made absolutely no sense using bogus terms. Eventually I ask what she's talking about only to have her get really pissy with me. I mutter to Matt that I'll have to drop this class who replies he will too. The rest of the students seem to have no issue following along. Later the teacher has everyone spell out a word and change it to capitol letters, noting how the "stems have changed." I thought this part easy but somehow I missed the entire point as it related to some imaginary complex mathematical principal. I tell Matt how frustrated I am to continually get paired with terrible teachers who never take the time to actually teach. I then remind him how last semester at UofL caused me chronic depression for over two months.

After class a fellow student comes up and tells us we have to visit the counselor on Thursday for lunch tickets and Matt exclaims we don't have that long to waste. I say we must get a new class by Tuesday, being tomorrow. I part ways and go into a lobby of sorts that reminds me of the interior of a Busch Gardens building. It's dark and rainy out the windows and it dawns on me that I'm back at JCC. I place my red backpack on a ledge where the white-haired teacher storms past, rummages through my backpack, finds a dollar bill near the top, seems to get bored and leaves without taking the bill. Someone who witnessed the scene laughs.

Eager to go get a new class I realize my next one begins in fifteen minutes. I look at a schedule to find it's some sort of "Justice" class at the one-hundred level. I find and read a description about how one learns to become an action girl or action guy. These crime fighters can phase into an astral realm. Perfect for stealthy operations. I see that the class is in the "Special Interest" building. I picture in my head Southeast Christian Church (shoutout to a dream I had possibly years ago) but wish to confirm it. I run up and ask a man but am interrupted by a girl who wants his attention. I wait only to find the man has transformed into a woman on looking again. This time I use the term "ma'am" only to get a "wish I knew" response. I return to my backpack. When I try to pick it up it collapses apart and books fly everywhere. I sigh, getting out a PB&J sandwich and wishing JAH still went to school with me, at this point too flabbergasted to gather my belongings together. An older lady sitting in a chair watches me. I learn she herself is an action girl. I feel a legitimate excitement for my next class, however, but I'll never know if it was any good seeing as how I woke up.