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Awkward

I walk across the stage where my old orchestra is rehearsing. It's awkward because I think some of them might recognize me.

Later, I'm having class with that Spanish teacher I always hear everyone complaining about. I want to leave the class but I know he won't just let me walk out. I challenge him to a Taekwondo duel: if I beat him, he has to let everyone leave. When the fight starts, I realize that he's better than I thought he would be.

Frags:

• "cross between bat and black cat"

Previous hours:
Mar 1, 4:19-8:34 and 20:50-1:30

Rain, Rain (7:00)

I'm walking up five or six stories' worth of stairs with my dad and a friend of his. Somehow I take a wrong turn, and end up going up an outside staircase, rather than the indoor one we were using. I can seed Dad and his friend through the windows, sometimes. I decide that I'll just continue up this way. Maybe I'll even beat them to the apartment. But it's raining outside, so I have to try to hold my clothing in such a way that it won't get too wet.

The apartment's pretty nice. I meet some more adults there: acquaintances of my two companions.

Sexual Debut (8:03)

I'm walking along the sidewalk with a group of college acquaintances, listening to their conversation about wall jumps. Apparently there's a special kind of wall jump that many people from my house can do. One guy in the group is particularly good at it, so they want to see him do it again. He obliges: he jumps about a dozen feet straight into the air, then pushes away from the wall using one foot in such a way that he does a backflip before landing again. It's all very smooth and nonchalant; he controls his momentum somehow by moving one hand in a circle. The others are impressed. "Just how high can these wall jumps go?" one asks.

"Well . . ." he says, and he jumps again. This time he jumps all the way above the roof of the building (two stories up), and I'm not sure what he's going to use to push from. But he somehow curves around in the air over us and lands on a high tree branch on the other side of the sidewalk. Then he jumps again, doing another backflip and landing on the roof of a parked car.

That was amazing. And so dangerous, but he made it look easy. I had no idea that humans could--wait a second. I don't care how real this looks, I know for a fact that humans /cannot/ jump more than about three feet vertically. If he can do that, then I can set my hand on fire.

I spread my fingers in front of my face and watch as they artistically catch fire, dissolving into nothing and blowing away on the breeze. Then my hand goes, and my arm. I'm turning invisible. But my body's still there; I can feel it. Somehow this realization makes me decide that I should have sex. [Note: I'm not actually lucid at this point. I guess because I never did an RC, the moment of lucidity passed as quickly as it came.]

Spoiler for sexual content:

Moments later, I'm standing in a swimming pool with a girl. (I'm not invisible anymore.) We both know we're attracted to each other, neither of us have done this before, and both of us have decided it's time. There's another group of people in the swimming pool some distance away, but they're not paying any attention to us. We're not sure which sexual positions might work while floating in the water, so we just try a few, laughing. We must look exactly as inexperienced as we are, but that's okay. We end up spooning, and she makes an executive decision that this position will be fine. We sort of zoom around underwater while we do it. One thing about spooning is that it's easy to use my hands to help things along, and before long she has some convulsions that make me think she's probably done. Then she changes position to help me finish. I discover that I'm very ticklish in the area around my butt-hole.

Later, while we return to our original corner of the pool, it occurs to me that the pool staff might disapprove of what we just did. Having sex in a public swimming pool is perhaps not the most sanitary thing to do. I get a bit distracted worrying about this. Then we find a friend of ours waiting for us, congratulating us on finally having done it. I laugh and take her hands while saying, "Oh, so it's your turn now?" She laughs, too, shaking her head and saying, "Nooooo." She mentions something about a whiteboard. I tell her that I accidentally left it at my dad's friend's apartment. For no apparent reason, I suddenly wake up.

[Surprisingly, this was not a wet dream. Go figure.]

Frags:

• There are a lot of very loud birds outside my bedroom window. I decide to try to view the sound as peaceful and relaxing, rather than irritating. [Perhaps this actually happened. IDK.]

P.E. Tests

It's the first day the semester. I'm walking through the halls after my third class, heading to P.E., thinking about my schedule. I can't remember eating lunch. I also can't remember having gone to the Discrete Mathematics class I'd planned on taking. If I'm not in that class, shouldn't I only have three classes today? I suppose I must have had a backup plan.

It's the end of the week, and that means it's testing day in P.E. These days always make me nervous, because you have to compete physically against your classmates. I see two people playing one-on-one basketball, which makes me even more nervous. I've never been good at basketball. A bunch of other people are walking around with red yoga balls. I take one for myself, but a few moments later someone kicks a ball at my feet and I trip over it.

Later, a siren sounds. I wonder if it's a fire, and I walk over to the boundary of the field, from whence the sound emanates. I overhear a bearded instructor talking about the animosity between Scotland and Ireland. Apparently there's been violence in Southeast Asia, and one of the two factions has completely wiped out the other. That's bad news for one of my classmates--he's native to Scotland (or was it Ireland?).

I walk along the bottom of a low, grassy ridge in the yard. A bunch of bloated weeds grow along the top of the ridge. Some of them look like over-sized caterpillars, or leeches. Or sea cucumbers. I'm interested, because some of them are waving back and forth as though they're a GIF. I try to make some of the others do that, too, but it doesn't always work.

I notice some of the coaches have dispersed from the meeting they were having. They must have finished planning for the tests. That means it's time to get started. But I'm not wearing my shoes; I left them with my other stuff over by the side of the field. Only, I can't remember where, exactly. I look around, but the terrain doesn't seem familiar. I also notice that only a few other students are visible. Well, that's a relief--the others must still be getting ready, so I can't be that far behind. Suddenly remembering my way, I start to trot off around the side of a copse of pine trees.