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Lots of random details

-I'm on break for rehearsal, so I walk around the campus. For some reason, the campus is more like a mall. I, for some reason, think there's a red light, so I stop walking and wait for green. My high school history teacher comes out of a nearby shop with her husband and child and asks why I'm not moving. I realize there's no red light, because nobody's driving any cars, and I keep walking.

-Different part of the campus. My sister's here. She leaves to go shopping on the second floor.

-I'm in bed. A disembodied voice tells me he doesn't think it works correctly, but it can take me to any place I want. A cellphone appears in my hand. I realize I'm dreaming. A picture of a city (one of my old computer wallpapers) appears on the phone's screen and I focus on it. It starts to blur and stretch, I feel myself being pulled out of my body. I'm almost gone, and suddenly I'm back in bed, frustrated. The TV is on. I try again, but the TV is too distracting now.

I have to fight to get out of bed and I feel sluggish. I turn off the TV and try again, but the cellphone's gone and I can't get it back. I realize this is all a dream. I know I'm dreaming and I can control my own movements, but I can't do anything with my surroundings. I keep trying then suddenly-

I wake up for real. The TV is still on.

I apologize. This one actually happened a few days ago. I remembered it clearly when I woke up, told my friends about it, and then forgot about it until just now. Copypasted from my dream journal on my computer.

Date unknown
There is a lot before now, but I can’t remember it.
Now: I’m driving on the highway. Speeding. Taking care of two little children, about 8-10 years old. They’re clinging to the top of the SUV (Don’t ask me why). Somebody is shooting missiles or something at us. It’s like a stupid action movie.
I open the sunroof and scream for the kids to get in. One of them does. I ask where the other is. “Oh, he fell off about an hour ago.” I freak out and stop the car. I get out and the boy is clinging to the side of the SUV, naked, freezing, and crying. I pull him off and look for a towel.
We’re on a bridge. I probably forgot to mention that. There is an oil pipe perpendicular to the bridge, and a dangerous looking access stairway on it. The boy scurries down and I chase after him. As I get lower and lower down the stairway, the steps get more and more narrow and I wonder how we haven’t fallen off. When I reach the bottom, It’s a mix between a Spanish mesa village and something out of Killzone 2 (Minus the gas mask space Nazis). I start chasing the kid around. At some point during this ordeal, the kid suddenly is no longer 8-10, but now 5-6, and the environment brightens and changes until it’s more like a regular mall. I run into a bookstore, constantly screaming the kid’s name. I run past Rebekah and some guy she’s with (probably her boyfriend, but for some reason it’s not Steve). I wonder about this for a split second, then continue looking for the kid.
I never find him. After that point, it’s all fragments. Little flashes of thoughts, or tiny observations of the layout of the mall, etc. Last I remember is standing in the middle of a parking lot outside, very depressed, not being able to find the kid.

Woo, this marks my first return to DV since... Forever. I kinda lost focus on this whole thing, but now that I'm graduating high school and will have nothing to do for quite some time, I'm gonna get back on and try to achieve that elusive LD...

Anyway, this is my FIRST dream journal (thank God there's something to remember)! All names are altered to protect the identities of those involved (this one was about real people in my life).

Morning of Thursday, June 17, 2010

My memory of the dream begins at a party in an empty yellow room. I think I remember one window. There are people from choir there. I am talking to Mr. Shuester. I can’t remember if I’m finished or she interrupts me, but Rebekah kisses me.

I take her to a dark room. She climbs on top of me and tries to make out. I interrupt her. “Are you sure this is what you want?” I’m thinking of her ex, Steve, or maybe some other boyfriend she might’ve just broken up with. I can’t remember what she says. She kisses me again. I think I get up at that point. We are in the room for a short period of time, I can’t remember what we’re doing, but not having sex. Most likely talking. I have a vague memory of someone showing up who wasn’t there before, and didn’t belong there. We leave. On the way out, I kiss her one last time.

I return to the party and suddenly, it’s a house on a fake looking beach. I look in the backyard and there are aliens who want to kill humans. They speak. I can’t remember what they say exactly, but it’s something about another alien who should be here. I see humans talking to the aliens. I realize it’s the set of a movie.

There is an oddly fake looking ocean that stretches out from a concrete beach into the horizon. I don’t realize at first that it’s fake. At some point I realize it is and ask Mr. Shuester, “In real life, how big is that ocean?” He says “It ends at about that shadow right there.” I realize that the whole movie set is built on a stage, and I’m seeing it as if all the missing elements were green-screened in. The mountain I focus on in the distance is most likely the tech room, or maybe the spotlight.

Suddenly, I see it for the set it is. It was bright before, now it’s dark. The aliens are replaced by regular actors, and I start to recognize friends of mine who are also acting in the movie. We start to rehearse. I’m backstage with four or five people (two I can remember are Kate and John). We are supposed to walk out on stage at the appropriate time. We all miss our cues and scramble out on stage at the same time. John trips and exclaims that he lost his camera.

This is where the dream ends.

I wake up at 5 in the morning, very depressed, and I want to see Rebekah..