Glieuaeiel's DJ

Frags:

• My class is taking a tour, but because of a schedule change, we have to wait in a church for two hours while there's a service going on.

Frags:

• I'm getting hardcore teased by my classmates. I feel mortified. The situation's so stressful that it's literally a nightmare, and I have to wake myself up to escape.
• "sex in locker room"
• I look in the mirror to find that my hair's been tye-dyed with pink and blue. It looks pretty cool. I conclude it must have been my new shampoo that did this without my realizing.

Frags:

• kissing one of my classmates (who IRL I've recently taken an interest in . . .)

Underworld

I'm dead. There's a sarcophagus down here in the underworld with me. I'm not exactly sure what dead people are supposed to eat, so I try eating some dead flesh. Then I try eating a pebble.

Suddenly my roommate arrives. It occurs to me that since the underworld is the great equalizer, he could be from literally anywhere in the world. I'm not sure what language I should use to introduce myself. For that matter, I'm not sure what I should give as my birthplace. He probably won't know of my hometown, so should I mention my state? Maybe just my country?

I leave the room in search of my keys and my shoes, neither of which I currently seem to possess. I find two of my high school friends in a common area, acting like they're in the show Doctor Who. They're trying to simulate a thunderstorm. Such weather never happens in the underworld, and I feel a sudden wave of pity for them: they must miss being alive. They succeed in creating a clap of thunder, and to my surprise a portal opens that can only lead back to the living world. Who would have guessed that being a Doctor Who fan could be so useful? My friends celebrate their success for a moment, but before they can go through the portal, another voice speaks. It introduces itself as Robert Downey Jr., and some how he found out about their plan. Now he's betrayed their plan to the authorities, and they won't be able to escape.

Correct Change

I'm trying to find the right change to pay for my groceries at the local supermarket. But what I thought were bills turn out just to be a bunch of green coupons that are good for 2% off something or other. I try to figure out if I can use one of them with this purchase.

At another time, I'm trying to find all the loose change in my room and organize it. Just when I thought I'd found all my little copper coins, I find an entirely new stack of them that I hadn't remembered existed. I feel overwhelmed by all the pennies. Too many pennies!

Previous hours:
Feb 8, 3:48-8:30
Feb 9, 0:08-7:45

Frags:

• "hot dogs -> floor; my sister pays; packing"

Previous hours:
Feb 6, 3:15-12:53

Virginity

I'm at a party talking with a girl I sort of know when somehow we begin making out. Surprised, I think I want to stop this before it goes too far--this is not how I envisioned I would make my "sexual debut." But no, this is fun! That's what sex is about, right? Sex is just fun and there's no need to memorialize the first time. So I go with it.

Some time later, we're naked in a bed together. I realize that despite the obviously sexual nature of our activities, absurdly, I'm still technically a virgin. But then the girl takes the initiative, and, shifting her position, slips me inside. I'm impressed that she managed to do so without using her hands, but I suppose she knows more about this than me. Anyway, yes, it feels different; I'm not sure how I imagined it would feel.

A few minutes later, we're still going. I'm impressed with myself for lasting this long. In fact, we never actually finish. Eventually we just stop. I realize that this whole time, we've been clasping ourselves together like we're hugging, with our chin over the other person's right shoulder. I'm not sure we ever did any kissing. In order to rectify the situation, I slide my cheek back along hers, and we kiss. As I draw back, she gives me a strange look (or so I think), so I panic and wonder if that was too romantic a thing to do after a one-off fling like this. But when I explain my concern, she laughs and says that kissing is absolutely fine.

Holes in the Sky (LUCID)

Wandering about New York at night with some buddies, we come across their old high school. It's closed now, but we're in the mood for an adventure, so we break in. I'm not totally comfortable with this, and even though there was no audible alarm when we opened the door, I suspect there might have been a silent one. No sooner do I voice this concern to my friends than the floodlights come on and the police catch us.

Later, alone, irritated by the police and conscious of my lucid powers, I decide to walk around the perimeter of the school and telekinetically make writing appear on the chalkboards I can see through the windows. Let them try to explain that tomorrow morning!

Soon I wake up, but on a whim I do an RC and find out it was an FA. It's pretty dark, so I try to shout and make it brighter. That doesn't work, so I stop a moment to think. What would be a natural way to alter the dream and make it lighter? Aha! I direct my arms at the ceiling, and a square portion dissolves away to let in some reddish light. A pretty good solution, if I do say so myself.

Later, while I'm working on something, I see a couple of girls in bikinis off in the distance. I make a note of the location, but honestly what I'm doing now seems more important to me. Soon after, I wake up.


Previous Sleep Hours:
Sun Feb 3: 6:07-12:37

Baby Ghost

I'm playing a video game. There are five main sections of the storyline and they all have a specific name.

I've just finished a quest involving a baby child in a crib, the heir of a royal family. Somehow I start watching a trailer for the game, which I slowly realize is a cinematic retelling of a later section of this same storyline! Spoilers! But on the other hand, who really cares about spoilers, and the story is interesting. Apparently the baby later dies, and his ghost comes back to haunt the crib. I'm standing in a corner of the room at night when the ghost appears in that corner of the room. It attacks me, and I have to defend myself with a magic sword. Later on, Snape is having a conversation with someone when the person betrays him, stabbing a dagger into his side and cutting all the way around the outline of his body.


[I've decided also to add a star rating system to the titles of these entries, since what's the point of titles if not to give some indication of how interesting the content is:

*: fairly uninteresting
**: mildly interesting
***: unusually interesting (e.g. unusually long, unusually detailed, or unusually important)
****: interesting in content and impressive technically (in dream recall or control)
*****: life-changing, awe-inspiring, and the like]

Previous sleep hours:
Fri Feb 1, 2:23-8:30

No recall.

[Okay, I'm thinking now that these empty diary entries are getting pretty boring for all of us. How about I only update this journal when I have something to report? And when I do, I'll just make a list of all the sleep timestamps since the last entry. Studying abroad is fun, but it leaves almost no time to think about dreaming. . . .]

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Frags:

• Taking a good look at my haircut in the mirror, I realize it looks completely stupid. I cut my hair for a short haircut, but I've been letting it grow long without re-styling it. My friend pointed out to me earlier today [IRL: yesterday] that it's usually pretty obvious when people are trying to grow long hair without really knowing what they're doing. I feel pretty embarrassed.