non-lucid

I have come to debating. Dressed in Auckland-college-2 school uniform. Kids are sitting down in horizontal lines in front of me. I go to sit down with my teammates. One is Tom-3. Others from our group stand up and leave.
So we go to ask Miss Apron-3 to join the math competition instead. She says, "Why haven't you come to see me?" and stared at me with wide eyes. I say that I came with Tom. But he says no, I came by myself. I thought I came in a taxi with Tom.
Miss Apron takes us outside the school. She's wearing the girl scout uniform. There's a temple there. We walk past the temple. We are somehow back inside the school again.

We find ourselves in a large hallway. With a tall ceiling. Very grand. Would have taken millions to build this place. So I ask her, "do you let kids come in here during lunch breaks?"
She says, "your sister (who I see briefly) closes the gate to this place." (and she is wearing her school uniform)
So we walk along. I see a whole temple inside. It's got read and gold colors. It fits in between two other things but not sure what they are. We walk along further. There's another temple. You have to walk up a staircase to get to it. It's foundation is surrounded by hand fans to decorate it. Inside the temple there are two statutes of the Chinese goddess. On the wall I see purple lights. Where the statutes are sitting I see other things, they look brown, lying about.
We walk along even further to find a sick bay. To the left. Miss Apron goes into the sick bay. The other guy who is with us (used to be Tom but now it's just some guy with a dark skin wearing the boy scout uniform) sees a girl who is having a stomach ache and she asks for help. The guy just walks away into a room nearby. I offer her a seat. She also wears a girl scout uniform.

9/2/10
My Mom takes me to Bobae to have a foot message. She says that it will improve my intelligence. They use the messaging apparatus.
9/3/10
I drive myself to Khaoyai in Thailand. Dad tells me the directions before I leave. And if I get lost, "ask." And drive up a freeway and turn left. It's a u-turn and I come to a check point. I am worried that I do not have a car license. From there I go to a shop to buy camping supplies and the employee has curly hair and a black top. My brother, P-1 disappears. So I decide not to buy anything.
Deja vu! The shop scene repeated itself.

I am at a red shirt (political movement) camp. I see lots of people in red shirts, hanging on the underside of a skytrain track. Someone, maybe a red shirt leader tells me, "don't tell any journalists that."
"When attacked, all must retreat!"
I pick up dog plates from outside the house where red shirts are gathering.
Back to the shop AGAIN! I talk to a girl from the movie 'Big Boy' Thai movie. I smell a magnet in the shape of a cap. I say, "my Dad used to like buying these things."
I get a phone call, but don't pick up in time. I look. Not P-1 (who is missing). I browse through my iphone apps.

9/4/10
I burnt down a building. A person was in it. So I buried the person. We go into someone's house to that we think is open to the public. But it's private and the owner tells us. I open a youtube video for the guy who's with me. I open my email instead (autopilot behavior). He reminds me. So I look up a video about ninjas and firecrackers.

I am driving a fold-able truck over a bridge, following some people in another car. The back of the truck keeps dissembling itself. So I got off the driver's seat and go to fix it. The truck rolls backwards and blocking the traffic so I put engage the handbrake.

I am playing in a concert, playing to famous musicians on the soprano saxophone. Once I'm done I go back stage to pack up. Marry-1 gives me piano music to sight read and play to the audience. It's too hard and I complain to Marry. He doesn't listen. So I just practice my sax instead. The pages are missing as well. Marry really doesn't care because he says it's good that you are missing pages. So I think who cares, I'll just play crap.
As I walk back to the concert hall, I find a golden retriever. And it keeps begging me for food. I see a night street market.

My parents are angry at me for something but I don't remember what.
I am in front of the factory and one of the employees with a blue apron is offering me something to eat. I believe that I refused. I walk up the stair to the two tables where at one an employee who I kind of like is sitting. As there is a pool of water near the tables when I walk past there the water spills on to her t-shirt. She does not get angry but then I try to wash it off for her with a hose and make her t-shirt even wetter. She now stands up and yells at me. I am embarrassed and leave as there are other employees watching. For some reason this is an exciting thing to happen for the employees and they text those inside the building. When I enter the big hall where normally it's a factory, people are eating and giggling at me. As I walk past Rebecca-2 and another employee, they giggle and leave the table. The hall is very spacious and has white regtangular pillars. I see my parents eating at two tables and also Abi-1. I quickly hide under a bench/sofa which is the seating for one table because my parents are still angry. My Dad comes around and sees me there so I come out of hiding.
So I ask, "Why are you guys eating at two tables?" By the way they are eating Isarn food.
"There are too many vegetables."

This dream is so jumbled up so I have to rearrange the sequence of events a bit to make it logical.

I am at a dinner party and there are a lot of attractive girls there with their parents. I leave the party. It is dark outside. My motocycle is parked near a 7Eleven and thieves dressed as university students/ vocational students (of Thailand) are trying to steal my motobike. So I try to push them away but there are too many of them (about three or four). I am worried that they would also try to steal my friends' car so I ring the police. I am pretty angry by now. I dial 911. For the first time I don't think they picked up. Then for the second time I hear a lady's voice. She speaks English. She asks for my location and I tell my girl friend who is standing near me to look at the street address on the corner. Then I realize, heck!, I'm in Thailand, I should have dialed 191. So I say sorry to the lady and redial. I don't get any response. I ask Lily-1 about what I should do. She tells me a series of complicated numbers to dial with. I enter the 7Eleven to use their phone. I get very frustrated over the long series of numbers.
"I'm only trying to ring the police, why should this get so complicated?!!," I say. Then yell long and loud out of anger much like in Shrek 4. Everyone is dumb-founded. Lily says that it is difficult because funding is poor.
I go to a rehersal (presumably those girls' rehearsal). Heaps of people are standing in a large slanted room. The teachers are sitting at a long table. About 5 of them at the front. I look over at them and leave.
I am back stage at the show. The background is very white. I am about to leave as I had seen the show before. One of the girls say, "don't leave. We are only girls once."
There's a toilet backstage. I am about to use it but realize that when the scene lifts up everyone will see me sitting on the toilet.

I am now at a parade. Across the street there is a government building that the parade cars are going into. The cars are black and very posh. Girls and boy step out of their cars to get their pictures taken by the journalists. Their moms drive. I look east and see the Universal Studio globe but for some reason this place is Disneyland to me. I thought to myself, "Can I go on rides after this event for free?" The globe opens up to a large black panel I don't know what for.

I am with my two brothers at a mini concert. A girl is performing in a creamy colored, shiny dress. We take photographs. One of my brothers Tim-1 is about to perform as well, his original composition. Paul-1 says that I shouldn't play the long glissando in Tim's piece. But I say that I'm merely trying to play it as written. Tim has sweet chilli sauce on his left eye brow so I clean it for him. When he's about to play I leave. He looks surprised so I say I've heard it for more than 10 times!

I am buying clothes with my mom in Thailand at a night market. She says that they are fake but she will sell them as reals to get more profit. I am not ok with that but the shop owner even says that it's ok and like pretend that she never told us that they are fake. A big truck passes by playing Isarn Thai music. I have a wooden percussion in my hand and play along with the music (the percussion is usually made of brass). I even remember the rhythm. dotted quaver, semiquaver, crotchet over and over. But the percussion piece sucks and doesn't make much of a sound.

In a dream before that or you could say another event before that, I am in a posh building and talking with the security guard. He says that your mom (who presumably owns the building and whatever business she runs) should offer customers with insurance who come into the building for their personal belongings. He says a 75,000 TB insurance would do. Isn't that a bit much.

I just finished a class at C-1. It is only two o'clock though but I don't know. R-1 starts playing soccer with a basketball and kicks it over the eastern fence. We make our way there to recover it and talk. I find my B-1 friend V-1 in F block and she tells me that I am bunking. I say my friends started playing soccer so I assumed that school had finished.

I am in a math class. The wrong one. This class is calculus 1 but I'm meant to be somewhere else. The teacher couldn't care less when the right calculus students are sent to this class by another teacher because they were in the wrong class. I exit the class and into the theater. Some grand show is going on. And I see people wearing white and feathery costumes. It is very bright in the hall.

At the apartment. Emptying rubbish bin. Organics go on the green grass lawn. A woman's head goes into the pond. A boat is about to run over the head. A small boat with one of the maintenance crew sail towards the head. I move it out of the way.

I rebelled against my Mom. I don't know what about but I just watched a musical and there was a part where a college girl rebels against her grandma. So I think it went something like that. I even did an RC and the dream is a lot longer but left it for too long before writing this down. So yeah.

I am looking after my father's shop. Eating Lasagna. The lighting is dim, orange. A customer looks at our new caps and say that we should have brought them in earlier. She wears a blue dress. I talk to one of the employees. What an ordinary dream.

A police crossed out something with a red marker.

I'm not currently bald. But my parents keep teasing me because it appears to them that there is a possibility of me going bald. So I'm liked by no one in my dream. Even God doesn't like me (of whatever religion). So I worship a pencil sharpener instead!