The Kestrel's Dreams

July 11, 2014

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We Forgot Her!

I was on a vacation with my family, but I can't remember where we went. I do know that my cousin was staying with my brothers and me in one house while the adults were in a different house. We'd rented two that were next to each other so we would have enough space for us all. I know I dreamed of things that were happening during the vacation but all I remember was being in a pedestrian mall, looking for a pizza place and the end;

We were getting ready to leave, and I went into the house to make sure we had everything and because I hadn't seen my cousin in the car yet. I looked around and didn't see her, so I assumed she was in the car now. I went out, we all got in the car, and headed back home; but about ten minutes into the drive, I realized my cousin actually wasn't there, and I panicked because we had lost her.



A Different Vacation

I was in the car with my brothers, on the way back from a different vacation. I think we may have been visiting up north. But it was weird, because we picked up Kevin, my big brother's oldest friend who lives down the road from us, and another of his friends, and I got the feeling we were in my neighbor's driveway. But we were coming back to our house. So it was weird.

We were on the road; I was sitting in the back of the car, in the seat behind the passenger's side front seat. We were driving, and as we passed some rolling hills with houses on them, and think pine forests, my little brother was pointing out the house our parents had just built. I asked if he was sure that was it, and he said "I'd know that plot anywhere!" I had the impression that it would be a long drive... But I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, we were already back in town; driving along the road we used to take to get to pre-school.

(oh my goodness, I just remember like three really old dreams)



Temporary Tattoo Makeup

I was getting ready for a class in the morning, but I didn't have a mirror, so putting on my makeup was really difficult. I had decided on the purple sparkly eyeshadow I have for the day. I ended up having to do the makeup on a piece of paper, and then sticking it to my eyes to transfer it, like a temporary tattoo. But I still needed a mirror to make sure I didn't screw it up; so I went into one of the school buildings to try and find a bathroom. But I'm pretty shy about putting makeup on in front of most people, and so I was trying to find either an empty bathroom or a stall with a mirror in it. The first bathroom I went in had a man in it, for some reason (lol, I just remembered another dream where all the toilets in this huge bathroom were massage chairs; they were all out in the open though). The second bathroom didn't have a mirror in it at all, and the third had lots of people in it. I left all the bathrooms and ended up doing my makeup at a table in the room I had classes in, before anyone got there. When someone got there, I asked it my makeup was alright, but I woke up before I got an answer.



Dirty Watch

I was with my teaching cohort, and we were talking about some adorable little girl who lived on such-n-such street (there was a street name, but I don't remember it). We were all at my house for some reason. One of my classmates, M, was explaining something about the little girl and how she knew it. I remember looking down at my watch, but it had a stain on it and water inside the screen, so it wasn't working... Which puzzles me. It's usually my cue that something is off, making me do reality checks. What would it mean if my dream watch stopped working, I wonder...?

July 10, 2014

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I don't remember much about the plot of this dream, but I remember the setting pretty vividly. I was flying (I love flying dreams so much, but I don't have them very often at all), and I came to this large courtyard with a huuuuuge tree in the center. Not quite Home Tree sized, but much bigger than a normal tree. The building around the courtyard was old and made of red bricks, though I didn't look to see what the design was like.

I had the vague impression that I was supposed to be doing something at this tree, but I can't remember what it was. All I know is that I was flying through the branches and leaves, and it was beautiful :)

There was one other part of this same dream; I had landed, and was talking with the Backpacking Group, and I was trying to prove that I had flown through the tree. They didn't believe me, even though I demonstrated how I could fly right in front of them. Then Ivan asked if we all had the supplies we needed for our next trip. I hadn't gotten all my supplies yet, so we were all looking through a catalog to order what we needed. There were a lot of seemingly pointless things in the catalog, and the things we needed didn't seem to have a purpose.

July 09, 2014

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No dreams last night D:

I woke up with a completely blank memory of the night. That doesn't usually happen to me (aside from very occationally when I drink way too much and don't even remember getting in bed, ehehe). I almost always remember dreams right as I wake up, and if, that day, I say "I don't remember any dreams from last night," it usually means that I simply forgot to write them down when I woke up, and didn't think about them enough to remember them as the day wore on.

But this morning, I specifically remember feeling very, very out of it, because I woke up not remembering anything. I also had my hair-tie on the wrong wrist. Which really worried me, actually. It's usually so routine and automatic that, when I let my hair down, the tie goes on my right wrist. I've never put it on my left wrist before.

I also could have SWORN my DS was on my bed when I fell asleep, but I found it in the living room this morning... Maybe I was just so sleepy when I brought it out here that I don't remember doing it.

July 08, 2014

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Can't Find It

I was driving my cousin to an auto-repair shop, where his car was being worked on. We were lost though, and couldn't find it at all D:



Wrong Zip Code

I was with my friend Moon, and she had picked me up from the airport, and was taking me to her house. We drove through some arid desert hills, and then through a part of the city. We were in the wrong zip-code though, and had to take a ferry across a river to get to the right place.

The whole city was really open; not many trees, lots of dirty and sand and clay.



LARP Couch

I was sitting on a couch with my older brother; the couch was in the middle of this vast, mostly flat field, and there was a rocking chair across a firepit from us, and a bench and some log stumps-for-chairs to our left. There was one tree about 50-yards in front of us and a tad to the left. I was holding my Real-Life LARP staff, but in the dream it was a little more intricately designed, and it was actually Zukin's; I was just holding onto it for her, until she could come to pick it up.

My brother and I were talking to a few of the characters (there was a mixture of people I know from LARP and people who live at Zukin's co-op), but one of them was the Face. His LARP character's name was Timothy (at least, that's what I assume. Everyone was calling him Timothy, but they were all in character, so I don't think that was his actual name)

July 07, 2014

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I was with some of my cohort-mates and Zukin, and we were all going to a scholastic-or-PBS-or-something sale in a building that reminded me greatly of a train station (specifically Shining Time Station). There was a sale for teachers, but when we got there, we found out you only got that sale if you had a PBS account, which you could only have if you were also a parent of a child under the age of three. We were pissed and raised a fuss, but didn't end up getting the discount anyways D:

On the way out of the market, there was a display with a whole bunch of Halloween masks and hats and accessories and shtuff. There were green and purple witch's fingers, and someone in the group said, "They look like a finger on top of another finger" because the nails were so long.

On the way back, we talked about random things that I don't remember, but I do remember the walk itself and the landscape. We were walking along a path/road (it was at once narrow like a walk-way but wide like a road. Very surreal and variable) through slight hills. It was night time, but there were hardly any street-lights. I could see the lights of the city ahead of us, and mountains to our left. We walked down the valley path, and I noticed it split multiple times, and was very bridge-y. As in there were lots of random ups to make bridges that weren't needed.

July 06, 2014

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Swim Team Fireworks

I was a little girl on a swim team, and I was really good friends with the coach's son. But his mother hated me, and manipulated her husband into not letting me do anything with the team. I got estranged from them. She hated me because her son was probably in love with me. I started to live on my own in a rectangular house. It was one big room instead of multiple smaller ones; Except that there was a small bathroom in the back, right in the middle. So I was living on my own in this big house (I don't know what had happened to my parents, but they weren't there any longer. I had been living with the best friend, but his mother had driven me out)

While I was living on my own, I somehow got a huge wound in my side. I was bed-ridden for two weeks. I barely ate, and no one was there to take care of me. I was also bleeding a lot for those two weeks, so by the time someone found me, I was very weak. I forgot who it was that found me, but I get the feeling it was either another of the little boys on my swim team (we always argued and he made fun of me all the time) or a neighbor because they hadn't seen me leave the house at all in two weeks and wanted to check on me.

I was in the hospital for a while, but I don't remember how long. After the hospital, child protective services put me up in the fanciest hotel in town, in the penthouse. When I was able to see the swim team again, just before 4th of July, I asked one of them if they had been worried about me while I was away, but they didn't seem to know what I was talking about... The mother of my best friend had cleaned my whole house and made it look like nothing had happened at all.

On the day of the 4th, I knew that my friends in the swim team would be going to a certain spot to see the fireworks, like we had all done for years. I spent the night at my house instead of the hotel penthouse, and then walked to the spot where the team would meet up. I had to walk down my street (turning right out of the house) for a while, and then down a hill that spanned maybe 50-feet of elevation. There were steps along the road for people to walk on, and shrubs and trees and grass lining everything. The street leveled off, and then almost immediately I turned right on the main street, which was a boulevard and looked very Florida-like to me. The team was sitting a little ways away, and I went up to them to sit with them, but the mother glared at me as I approached, and so I instead turned right and climbed the hill a little ways, sitting behind and to the left of the team. I watched them having fun and wished I could join them... As the fireworks started, I moved closer and closer to the group until I was just on the edge of it.

Then, there was an intermission in the fireworks, and the mother was taking a small group of them to the convenience store to get snacks. I snuck onto the back of the golf-cart they were taking, because the boy who always fought with me invited me to come with them. The mother didn't notice I was there until we'd already gotten to the store, and she couldn't just leave me there, so she grudgingly paid for my snack to make it look like she didn't hate me, so the other kids wouldn't hate her.

We all went back to the golf cart and sat for a while before we drove back; I gave the boy who used to fight with me some gummy glasses, and told him "there's a swimmer's note on it!" (don't ask me what that means. It's gibberish to me...) He giggled, and the three other children (except my best friend, I think he was jealous) accused us of being all lovey-dovey and asked if we were a couple now. But he got all embarrassed and said we were just normal friends, then told me, "hands off the swim clothes!"

I don't know what that meant either, but I think he said that sort of thing to me often. "Hands off the --- clothes!" Or something. I don't know.



Miss Michigan

I (and everyone in my cohort) were former Miss Michigans (yes even the one guy in my classes was a former Miss Michigan haha!)

We had all organized a carpool system to all the competitions, and as we were entering one of them, one of us dropped something. I picked it up for her, and as I handed it to her, she told me under her breath that I should avoid something, though I can't remember what it was that I should avoid.



Crowd like Water

I was some sort of cat human (a little like a Felinetta) thing, and I was walking in an elaborate garden at night (there was a stone slab in the center, engraved, but I didn't catch what was written on it), when I met a sort of dog-human-thing. We sang a beautiful duet and acted out a dramatic love scene from a book we both loved. There was lots of moonlight and star-twinkles and I think some twittering, tweeting yellow birdies. Very Disney.

Fast forward a lot of years, and I am the daughter of these two animal-people. I now had a baby brother who was just learning to walk. We had taken him to the garden where or parents had met and duet-ed, but we suddenly had to flee, because the secret police were trying to neutralize us. My parents say we must leave my little brother in the garden until it's safe to come back and get him (they knew that the police would never harm a baby, even the baby of someone they were after), but I refused to leave him, and picked him up. We ran, and as I passed the stone slab in the center, I suddenly could read it in a glance: It was a prophecy that stated that my parents being together would bring about the destruction of the world.

As we ran, we slowly changed into full-humans. We ran up what looked like the stairs in my Oma's house, then through a wide alleyway, and then dad whips out my real dad's old white car (the one he had when I was a toddler. He got rid of that thing YEARS and YEARS ago! It was the one my parents always told us could fly haha)

"Dad you still have this thing?!" I said as I got in, setting my brother down in the seat next to me.
"Ohhh yeaaahhhh~"

So we drive out of the alleyway, and as we're doing it, a brand new, shiny BMW is driving toward us. There's not enough room for both of us to be there, but the shiny BMW graciously slims up and pulls over to the side to let us pass. I realized this was weird, and looked down at my hands; Two thumbs again. This time it was my left hand, and the copy-thumb mirrored every movement of my real thumb.

So, I was dreaming. A woman suddenly walked out in front of the car, and stopped there, in the middle of the street, and just kinda lazily looked around. I yelled at her to move, or else I would have dad run her over (I wanted to see her reaction). She wasn't all that impressed, but she did move, and we went on our way. We ALL (even the baby brother) flipped her off and called her a bitch. Suddenly, there were tons of people all around us. We'd come out of the alley and into a bazaar-type marketplace, and it was packed.

We keep driving, and I watch as we quite literally plow through people. They didn't move out of the way at all as we moved by; instead, they rolled over the car and landed exactly where they'd been standing before. It was like water. They just flowed over and around us, without batting an eyelash. When we got through the crowd, everyone stopped whatever they had been doing and applauded us. "YOU MADE IT!" They were shouting.

I got out of the car, and wanted to try taking off my clothes while they were all looking, but woke up before I could get anything off.

July 05, 2014

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Exploding Lightning

I was in a class, cutting up paper and taping them to note cards (this is funny, because I actually had to do that for one of my elementary education classes). The class was in a mountain; like, literally, there was a door in the side of a mountain that led to this classroom.

It was time to change classes, and I had to go to math... It was in a room across the valley, so we all had to walk through said valley to get to the other door in the other mountain. I opened the door, and it was breathtaking.

The lighting was surreal; There was a storm raging in the sky, but it was still fairly light in the valley; almost like day-time (or maybe more like dusk). I looked up at the sky; the lightning was more like fireworks. It was exploding. I know it was lightning though. It was distinctly lightning, and yet it wasn't behaving like it. Every bolt spread out in a starburst before striking. It looked amazing.



Class Again

In this fragment, I was also in a class, but it was a different one. I was in an outdoor amphitheater-type classroom. There was a big stage at the front, where the teacher(s; a man and a woman) were demonstrating the stuff we were learning. It may or may not have been dirty...

Once class was over, I was waiting for my ride, and so I looked around; I was sitting in the top-left corner of the room. To my left, instead of a wall, was a steep (but not too steep to climb) grassy hill. There was a huge floor-to-ceiling window behind me, at the back of the room, but I didn't look out of it to see what was there.

My ride showed up in the form of my younger cousin, who just graduated high school.

July 04, 2014

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Animal Crossing

I was playing my Animal Crossing: New Leaf game, except I was in the game. I kept changing my clothes because I couldn't figure out what to wear that day.




Penises and FUCK THIS SHIT

I was at a fancy party with Zukin. It was on the roof of a really tall building, and we were all dressed up super sexy and elegant and whatnot. We were walking around, and I looked around, watching the faces... I had a target at this party.

I was secretly an agent. I was an assassin, to be precise. My target was a man at this party, and Zukin didn't know I was a spy... I saw the man I was to kill, and mentioned to Zukin that I wanted to go eat some pineapples. She looked at me, followed my eyes, and nodded eagerly. We went to the buffet and grabbed a plate of pineapples, and then walked over to my target.

"Care for some pineapples?" I asked him.

He nodded, and took a piece from the plate. We all walked around for about half an hour, chatting. We all became such good pals that he invited us to go someplace with him after the party. We agreed. I was thinking how easy this would be.

We walked past a giant fountain, and I slipped a bit, falling into his arms. He made sure I was alright and stood me back up, pulling some hair from in front of my face, tucking it back behind my ear. I smiled up at him, and we all kept walking.

We decided to pause for a bit, and I sat with Zukin in a little window-seat type thing. Even though we were on the roof, there was a wall on one edge, along which we sat. Then all hell broke loose; There was a siren of sorts, and an announcement that we all had to leave, because the party was over. Zukin and I stood up and got swept away by the crowd; I could see my target behind us, keeping his eyes on us so as not to loose us.

We filed down the stairs and into a wide, tall hallway. We ducked into a little cut-out where the girl's bathroom door was. Zukin said she had to pee, and so I waited outside while she was inside the one-person restroom. I also kept my eyes open for my target, hoping to catch him as he left and remind him of his offer to us.

Then, I got a call: it was my boss. They told me my target had changed. The man we'd been schmoozing all night was no longer a threat... the new target: Zukin. On the inside, I was screaming "FUCK YOU BASTARDS." But I said, "understood."

I knocked on the door. "Is it safe to come in, Zukin?"
"Yeah, just washing my hands now."
I opened the door and slid in without making much sound.
"Zukin."
"Yeah?" She was drying her hands.

I told her I was a spy, and that my new target was her. She stared at me.
"So this is what we're gonna do," I said.
After I explained the plan to her, she was so psyched.

We got in some kind of badass flying machine, headed for the Headquarters of my spy organization. I pulled a pistol out of a strap at my thigh, and handed it to Zukin. We busted through the doors of HQ, holding out the guns and shouting.

Then my watch beeped. In the middle of busting up HQ, I did a reality check, realized I was dreaming, and also how absurd it all was.

I decided that, since I was dreaming, and I already had this big-ass gun, I would continue to wreck shit up with Zukin. I let off a few rounds into the air, shouting and running around. Zukin was bashing someone's head into a table.

I wondered if this counted toward the bonus task for the month, but didn't dwell on it for very long, since I was busy spray-painting the walls with penises and things like "FUCK THIS SHIT" and your mother jokes.

(catching up on a few days' worth of Dream Journal entrees... so they're not too detailed)

July 03, 2014

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Airplanes

I remember taking about 6 rides in an airplane from one place to another. I don't remember much about the landscape or even what I did during the flights... I think I was the co-pilot for at least half of them.



Cuddles

I was at an old friend's place. I've known him since middle school. My roommate was also there, for part of the time, and maybe one or two other people. We were all watching a movie, or something... I was sitting next to him on the couch, and I remember that a few people left, and then it was us two, and my roommate left. I leaned on his shoulder, and he put his arm around me, and suddenly we were snuggling up to each other like it was totally natural. We cuddled for a while, and would have done other things if Kristin wasn't there... He whispered in my ear that I should text him when we left.

Then, when we did leave, I was standing outside with her as we waited for our ride (I think it was her boyfriend, but I'm not sure) and I texted my friend, "Sooo... should I come back in?" And I was horny as fuck, man. He texted me back: "Yesssss."

But I woke up as I was climbing the stairs to his room.



Little Boy

There was a little boy living at my house. That's all I remember, haha!

July 02, 2014

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Jail Time

I was with my family, being held captive in some sort of large building or jail. Every once in a while, some people would go to the other building for the day; I'm not sure what was in that other building, but I remember feeling a great fear for it, so it must not have been anything good...

In my dream, they called on me and my brother to go to the other building. I was so terrified, but the warden, or some other guy in charge, helped us escape. He was the one who guided us to the other building, and instead of taking us in there, he veered off to the left with us, and led us into a small house on the side. It was his house, apparently. There was a stuffed deer thing... like... how to describe it. It had the head, but the neck was missing (it was just the bones), and the body, starting at the shoulders, was there... but only about a foot of it. the rest was all cut off, too. It was very eerie.

I had said something about it, and my brother said, "Well of course they have it, how else would they be able to eat every day?"




Perfect for LARP!

I was with my mom and dad at some large mall. There was greenery everywhere, like a greenhouse. We were wondering where everyone was; we were there with other people. I found out that my uncle Floyd was offering to make dinner that night, even though he was already building a shed, giving a dog a bath, and doing everyone's' homework.

Then, I heard music that was familiar at the core of me, but which I couldn't name. It turned out to be the Mr. Rodger's Neighborhood music; my aunt Jordan was watching the show in one of the shops in the mall. (and, it's funny, the tune I heard in my dream was the actual Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood tune, even though I haven't heard it in at least 15 years)

Anyways, I wanted to go check out one of the shops, since it was having a sale outside the store. I was looking through the sale items, and found a dress that would be perfect for larping. My mom found me then, and told me we were heading out, but I asked them all to wait for a moment while I tried the dress on.

When I got to the dressing rooms, there was only one left open, and so I went in; but the door didn't close all the way. When it locked, the door hung open about a whole foot, especially from the right angle. I wasn't as worried about it because it was a women's dressing room, and so I tried to dress on anyways. Except, as I was taking off my pants, a little boy and his mother were on the way out of the dressing rooms, and had to stop to give back the unwanted items. The little boy looked through the gap in the door right at me in my underwear, and the mother noticed, and covered her son's eyes, calling me a whore. "Just because there's a corset and some lace and you show a bit of leg skin, you think you're so sexy!" She berated me. Then, she must have been so busy telling me off, that she was so confused as to accidentally come into the dressing room instead of leaving.

The scene sort of shifts, and I'm still in the LARP outfit, but there are more people, and there is also suddenly a bench along the wall in front of me, and so I was going to sit down next to the mother and the boy, who seemed to not have remembered what just happened. I decided not to sit with them, since the mother had been so rude to me, and instead sit next to two or three middle-school aged girls. One of them is holding what looks like a tampon, but not quite like a tampon. A girl across from us sees it, and asks, "Is it one of those?!"

The girl nods, very shyly, and I get the feeling I have missed something, like there is some new product out, now. "Wait, is it your first time?" I ask the girl. She shakes her head.

"This is a training tampon... I haven't started yet..."

And then I woke up.

July 01, 2014

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In A Cabin?

I vaguely remembered a fragment of a dream where I was in a cabin with some folks. I don't remember who, or what we were doing in the cabin. I think there was a large window overlooking a hillside, but I'm not sure. It also felt a bit like a pool : /



Grandpa's Birthday

I was at Oma and Grandpa's house; we were all celebrating my grandpa's 91st birthday (which is actually coming up very soon; July 4th!). It should have been a happy occasion, except that Grandpa had insisted that he wouldn't live for another year, and so he was giving us all presents in case he missed our next birthdays... (Annnnd I'm tearing up as a type this)

All the presents were hidden through out the house, with written puzzle clues for each of us. A lot like what Oma used to do on all our birthdays when I was a kid; we'd have a sort of scavenger hunt, each with a new and elaborate theme and plot. My riddle was something along the lines of "Where the biggest bird once roosted." I checked a room in their house that doesn't exist IRL, but that room was totally empty. I knew what I had to find, but I'd forgotten which room it was in; I needed to find a big writing desk. It used to have a large bird wooden sculpture on it. I found the desk in Oma and Grandpa's bedroom (I haven't been in their bedroom in years, I think. I remember what it's like but I'm honestly not sure I would recognize it if I saw it today), against the wall with the door to the hallway. I opened the drawer in the desk, and found a series of small gifts. They were all sentimental things. Each and every one of the items was something right out of my childhood, though I can't remember what they were now. Grandpa was in the room when I found my presents, and I started to cry. Grandpa, in that moment, looked a young as he was in the photos of when my parents first introduced us, the day I came home from the hospital.

Now I'm freaking out that this dream was some sort of sign... D:

June 30, 2014

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orange text = lucid

Closed for Construction

It was Monday morning, and I was going about my business in the classes; it was almost break time. We were learning more about running records in my Teaching Literacy class. The teacher called for a break, and I scurried on over to a shop in a neighboring building, where I've been getting my mountain dew and coke lately. I opened the door, which was strange, as the door was usually propped open, and instead of the shop, there were three desks; they were strewn all over the place, not lining up with the walls or with each other. It was then that I remembered the sign I'd seen on Friday, saying that the shop would be closed starting Monday for construction (this sign was actually there, and the shop actually was closed today).

There was a construction worker sitting at one of the desks, and at the two other desks were the two women I've seen at the register. The one I've seen most often looked up at me and asked me if she could help me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. The shop was going to be closed starting today, wasn't it...?!" I excused myself and left, embarrassed.



Daleks and Cylons

I was on a college campus that was basically a mixture of my campus, my little brother's campus, and my old high school's grounds (and holy cow, I've dreamed of this place before, too...! I remember now where the library was and even the same courtyard I was now in). I was going to meet my little brother there, because he was going to show me where he spent his days. I saw him, waved him over, and he took me to one of the buildings, though I can't really remember which one it was. We talked about something, but I forgot what.


I woke up the next morning and started to get ready for school. I was in my old bedroom, but it's slightly larger feeling, and the bed I had years and years ago was still in there. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, ate a bowl of cereal, and was in the process of packing up my backpack when I realized I needed to get something from the car. I went out to the garage, and rummaged around in the car (it was my dad's olllllld red Honda, which we got rid of 2 years ago) until I found whatever it was (I can't remember what), and then my mom came out saying we needed to leave NOW NOW or she would be late for work.

"But I'm not ready yet...! All my stuff is inside!"

"Well go get it!"

I didn't think much, and ran inside to get my bag, which I hadn't finished packing yet. I plopped down in the car, and asked mom if we could hold up for a sec, because I didn't have all my stuff. "No time to waste, we need to go now."

"Why can't I just drive the van on my own?"

"Erik needs it because he has to stay late today."

"I honestly don't mind waiting up for him at school...!"

But we had already pulled out of the driveway. I made one of those longing motions for the retreating house behind me and the things I had left there. We had turned onto the street my old high school was on, except that it was much, much longer and in general larger-scale than it is IRL. I suddenly realized one of the things I'd forgotten was my wallet. I checked my pocket, and found that my debit card was in it, but a load of good that would do me at school. "Come on, mom, I don't have my wallet. I need that."

But she didn't say anything, and we came to a road block where Daleks and Cylons [[ Centurions and human models ]] were asking to see my mom's ID (Daleks and Cylons comprised the police force here. I remember feeling a slightly defiant acceptance toward them. The way you'd feel if you were secretly a rebel, but wanted to appear normal to get past the checkpoint)

"Ma'am can we see your ID?" Mom handed it over. The Cylon looked through the car at me, in the passenger's seat. "Does she have one, too?"

"I do, but I left it at home," I said, glaring at my mom.

The Cylon eyed me, then my mom, and then a Dalek that was looking through the passenger window right at me (it was uber creepy).

They waved us on, and as mom pulled back onto our course, I suddenly realize: Cylons and Daleks... those are from two different series...! I looked down at my hands: My left was completely normal, but when I looked at my right hand, there was an extra thumb. I blinked, wondering if it was just my eyes playing a trick on me, because it all seemed way too real to be a dream. But the extra thumb was still there, and I was dreaming!

I still wasn't totally totally convinced, and so I didn't want to do anything that would cause my death or my mom's death just in case, so I tried to reason with her using my real world logic:

"Look, mom, I don't have my ID or my school card. I won't even be able to get into the school!"

But she wasn't budging, and so I though, Fuck this shit, I'm waking up.

And so I woke up. I was back in my bedroom, and a large office printer in the corner was beeping and whirring, alerting me that the Cylons and Daleks were running a search on my name. I sniggered at my cunning in getting out of that dream, and proceeded to rush into the living room, telling my dad and brother, who were just getting up, "You guys wouldn't remember, since it was a dream, but I just woke up from it."

And then my real alarm went off and woke me up. It scared the shit out of me and I jumped at least a foot off my bed.

Double false awakening and Lucid FAIL lol.

June 29, 2014

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Amusement Parking Troubles

I was at the amusement park with Kristin, her boyfriend, Zukin, and my family. I was either high or slightly drunk, and we got in line to go on the Top Thrill Dragster. I remember being in the line and a bit wobbly, and then we were in the seats, and I was getting nervous because the harnesses were a lot more sparse than I remembered them being the last time I was on the ride... But I was trying to look unphased because Zukin, sitting next to me, was freaking out, so I was like putting my arms up in the air, then remembered that you're not really allowed to do that on this ride, because of how fast it accelerates. I was trying to explain the ride to her, but the red light turned green really quickly and we were off. I had been leaning forward when we started moving, and I was having trouble looking up again. I felt the ride go up, and the weightless feeling as it summited the peak and started going down, and I actually almost lifted right out of the seat, so I was grabbing onto whatever I could to keep from flying away.

After that, we were all walking toward Millennium Force, but we got separated, and decided to meet up at a restaurant-type place. We walked around to the back, and waited there. It was empty; there were barely any people there. It was all brown and not well lit, it actually reminded me a bit of one of the parties Zukin and I had tried to get into in Berlin, but one of the guys in our group hadn't been let in because he wasn't 21 yet; so we'd all left.

As we lounged around, waiting for the rest of the group to get there, two cars came driving through the outside portion of the cafe/restaurant. I asked the driver on one of the cars what they were doing, since this wasn't a road or parking lot. The driver had thought this was a parking lot, but I told them it wasn't again, and then left, trying to find a place to park. It was strange.



Research Award

I was in school, and had had to write and present a science research paper. I had done my research on Burgerfi frozen custard and what made it different from other frozen custards (haha!). I ended up getting an award for it! I was out of the classroom when they announced the award winners, so I didn't know I'd won anything until one of my classmates came and found me near the bathroom, where I'd been. He told me I'd won, and I was super surprised, because I had completely BS'd the ENTIRE thing. My classmate handed me the award certificate, and told me the actual award was in the fridge in the classroom (dunno why there was a fridge in the classroom)

We went back to the classroom (which was like a small movie theater) and I opened the fridge at the front left corner of the room to get my award, but I couldn't find it in there. I saw the other three awards, but not mine. I told my friend this, and he was all embarrassed. He'd forgotten that he'd put it somewhere else for safe keeping, and went to go get it. The awards were these delicate and intricately folded pure-white papers. They were folded into little pouches, with red ribbon curling delicately around it, and inside the pouch was a white orchid of some sort. My classmate came back with my award and the feedback sheet. Pros: The work I'd done with a component of the frozen custard (I can't remember what it was called, but it started with Ly---) was excellent. Cons: I shouldn't name chemical formulas that are not used anywhere in the research (evidence of my BSing the whole thing, but I guess the rest of it was great). The other thing we all got with the award was a whole pineapple, haha!




Adult Children's Museum

I was at some sort of conference for women. I was with 9 other random women, and we were choosing the location for the conference; we picked a sort of hands-on museum for adults. If you've ever been to the children's museum on Navy Pier in Chicago, it was a lot like that, but designed for adults. We got into the building, which was all colorful and fun looking (I saw it first from a top corner, so I got a bird's eye view of the whole place), and I was so excited because I'm such a kid at heart. I found out they had a man for each of us. I think the deal was that we would each get to pick one of the men to go around the place with, and they had to basically do anything we wanted for the whole day (and night ;D).

I picked a 24-ish-year-old guy with dark hair and blue eyes. I swear whoever organized the event had made sure that all of us would find our ideal guy in that group of men. The oldest woman in my group, who was maybe 40, picked the youngest guy, who was 19 and looked like Rocky (skin-tight gold underwear and all).

June 28, 2014

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Walk-Through-Walls Drug?

I was with Zukin, either at the Doctor's office or at a friend's house... I can't clearly remember which it was. It was probably both at the same time, which is why I am so unsure about it. The friend was holding a party, but it wasn't going well; people were getting bored, and two girls started talking smack about Zukin, so we decided to leave the party. We'd heard during the party (I think the person who told us was the Doctor who was there. The doctor was actually one of my classmates in my master's program) that there was a place to get a new drug, which would allow us to walk through walls. Apparently, you had to eat/drink the drug (I forget which it was), and then lay down for five minutes before it would work.

So Zukin and I get to the place where the drugs are, and there is a random guy with us. We'd met him on the way and found out he was also going to get the drug, so we all went together. We took it, laid down. After five minutes, I got up and ran at a wall, but hit it and don't go through. I start punching the wall, but nothing happens. I turned to Zukin, who also couldn't walk through the walls, and we realized that the guy we'd met wasn't there anymore; it had all been a scam.

So Zukin and I were left to wander the city, drugged up on who knew what. It was very hazy from there on out. I remember being on a very tall and fairly wide bridge with low railings on the sides. Zukin had stumbled, but she was near the center of the bridge, so she didn't fall over the edge.



Terrified Asian Kid

I was in some sort of club or group, as was my brother, Bob. The group had created a TShirt, but I hadn't gotten one because I wasn't sure they would turn out very well. But when we got them, they were way cool, and I was upset that I hadn't ordered one. So I went to the club president and asked if there was any way I could get one. I get the feeling that I had previously told the president I liked him, but he'd rejected me. Anyways, he told me "I'll do everything in my power to make sure you get a shirt, don't worry!" And kept coming over to me to suggest solutions. He came over so many times I got annoyed with him and ended up going to sit on the doorstep of the club building.

Outside was a large field. It looked like the field in front of the chapel at the private boarding school my cousin goes to. There was some sort of graduation going on. It looked like a 6th grade graduation, or something. Younger kids. I think it was a rehearsal, since none of the kids were dressed nicely; they were all wearing normal school clothes.

Then a younger child comes out of nowhere. She's wearing red, and she looks Asian. She is supposed to sing a song during the ceremony... They have her go into the building I'm in, with the party, and so I have to move for her... It was a bit eerie, actually. She just starts walking toward me, singing in a low voice, especially for a young girl, with her hands held together. She reminded me of a little monk or something. She didn't even slow down as she moved toward the door in which I sat, so I had to scramble out of the way at the last minute.

She was in there for less than a minute, and when she came back out, her face was cherry-red and she looked like she was going to burst into explosive sobs any second now. She looked terrified, but kept on walking, back to the group of graduating students. The Teacher/Principal (whoever was organizing the event) suddenly said, "Maybe I'll reconsider..."

I assume she meant that she'd not have the little girl go through that building for the real ceremony.

After a dry spell this whole week, I finally dreamt again! I've been adjusting to a new sleep schedule since I just started graduate school...
Anyways:

June 27,2014

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Mr. Face

I was with Zukin in a classroom. The tables were arranged in a square with one edge missing; the missing edge faced the whiteboard. I sat on the left edge, toward the back, and Zukin sat next to me. The Face was our teacher (But I'm not sure if it was actually the Face. It didn't feel like him. But I specifically remember that he looked and sounded like The Face, with his patchy, colorful clothes and his singsong voice)

So, we were in this class, and the Face was our teacher. He was getting all enthusiastic about the World. He started to draw on the board, and I realized he was drawing a world map. It was incredibly accurate. I looked down at my notebook for a few seconds; it was blank. When I looked back up, the world map was finished and the oceans were half-filled-in with this super intricate pattern made with three different colors.

Then, we were in a different classroom. It was my 7th grade science classroom. I was sitting on the right side this time, in the back (this room was arranged in three rows). The whole right wall in that classroom was windows into a little courtyard that no one was ever allowed into. I cant remember what the Face was "teaching" us here, but I do remember that we had snack time, and Zukin had brought some pineapples and was sharing them with me.



Schizzo Parking Garage

I was in some sort of Men In Black- or Jacky Chan-type movie. I don't know what makes me say that, I just woke up with the feeling that that's what it felt like. I was with some people, but I don't remember who, and we were driving in this packed, crowded, narrow city. It reminded me of Hanoi. Whoever I was with was going with me to our friend's apartment there.

We drove around, looking for a place to park, and eventually went with a parking garage (that, now that I am fully awake and thinking about it, has been in at least one dream before!). This garage is very big... Like, everything seems like it's 1.5x scale. We found a spot, and walked from there to my friend's house. When we got there, my friend was half-naked with two women in his bed. He didn't want to open the door because the women were there, but I blackmailed him, telling him that if he didn't open the door, he'd go to jail. He finally opened the door...

As I stepped through the door, it was like going back in time. I was suddenly back in the car, looking for a place to park. I pulled into the parking garage, parked the car, and we left the building, but I realized I needed to go back for some reason. I remember something about a large locker that I needed to make sure would be safe. I don't know why I didn't just leave it in the car... It may have been strapped to the top of the car, and I was worried someone would take it. So I took it down from the top of the car, and set it upright next to the car, looking around. I go up to the second floor (the car was parked on the first floor) and it has become this sort of posh-looking waiting room. It seemed very 90's to me, if that makes sense. I asked someone if there were lockers to keep belongings in (why put a locker inside another locker: I don't know), but she said there weren't any, and I went back down to the level my car was on.

But the first level had become this weird basement storage area. Lots of old doors and windows were all over the place, leaning up on walls. The space was narrow and a bit claustrophobic, and I left without looking for the car and locker.

I found my friends waiting for me outside the structure, and we went to our friend's house again. I noticed that his apartment building looked like my IRL apartments on the outside, but on the inside it was arranged differently; each floor was basically a stretched octagonal room with doors on each of the corners (so, think of a rectangle with the corners chopped off and doors put there). We waited at his door for about ten minutes and he wasn't opening it at all, and we couldn't hear anything from inside. I started to wonder if he was dead or asleep or something, and we left.

On the way back to the garage, I had picked up an alcoholic beverage, and accidentally opened it before I remembered I was going to be driving really soon. I couldn't reseal it, so I tried to hide it. When we got back to the garage, it was still a bit off; it was about half-way between the way it originally was and how it had been the second time, if that makes sense. So it still had aspects of both versions. I found my car and the locker, put the locker back on top of the car, and just as I was about to get into the car, a police officer came up and started talking to me. I had the drink in my hand, and the cop noticed, but didn't seem at all worried about it.

I said, "You're not going to give me a ticket or a warning or anything? This is alcoholic, you know..."
"Nah, it's not a big deal."
"Really...."
"Yup. Just, you know, drive extra carefully," and he nudged me conspiratorially with a grin and wink.
It was super weird and creepy so I got in the car and left, then woke up.



Playground of HORROR

I was with an old friend; we were children. We were on a playground that was deserted except for us. Everything was gray...

We climbed through one of those tunnels on the jungle-gym, and then she suggested we climb up onto something that I can't remember the name of. She called it something specific... It was this big contraption... It's hard to describe, but I'll try. I was basically four polls sticking high into the air, and at the top was a sort of upside-down bowl with handles along the rim. There were ladders along the four polls.

We climbed up and were crawling on top of the bowl, and then my friend told me to grab on tight to one of the handles along the rim, and I did... then she did the same on the exact opposite side, and it started to spin. It wasn't so bad at first, since it was just spinning on a horizontal axis, but then it started spinning vertically too, so I was upside down ad left and right and all over the place, and even when I knew I was oriented normally, it felt like I was hanging up, as if gravity was all messed up. It was terrifying and I was screaming for it to stop. It didn't stop, and my hands were getting tired, and I was terrified that if I let go, I would be thrown into space and die, but when my hands gave up and let go, I was gently set back on the ground by some unseen and unknown dream force.
Then I woke up.