Nazrax

* Alarm @ 0200
Bed @ 2200

Heated class discussion
As I'm walking through a college campus at night, I come across a large group of students holding a rather heated discussion - not quite a protest - about some recent events. It seems that some of the US states have officially accepted responsibility for whatever it is. This seems to have been a bad idea, since it A) prevents people from having a real discussion about the actual problem and B) encourages even more vitriol to be thrown at the states instead of the people who are actually at fault. Worse yet, more states are planning on also taking responsibility for whatever-it-is. Somehow, I get dragged into the mess and become a moderator of some kind of forum. Now I'm sleeping, hearing Kaleb calling my name, wondering what's gone wrong now and what I'm going to have to do to fix it.

Someone is discussing driving a wedge between different economic classes, making an analogy of a road with two lanes going in the same direction, everyone driving along happily, when suddenly and without warning the right-hand lane turns off and people who were otherwise minding their own business are suddenly going somewhere they didn't expect. Now I'm driving in the left lane. I see the cars next to me who are forced off to the right and can see the expressions of confusion/disappoinment/anger on the drivers' faces. Now there's some kind of discussion of genetically modifying the population such that the lower classes have a higher birth rate than the upper classes to help perpetuate the ruler / worker dichotomy.

BTB @ 0215. Woke @ 0540 due to dog.

Alien sphere / high school hijinks
It's night. I'm standing with a group of people in a tall, dilapidated building looking at the hazy sky. Suddenly, bright yellow lines appear in the sky in a kind of Y (or slingshot) shape and start launching glowing balls towards space. Amazingly, the balls seem to impact something, revealing that the sky is hazy because the Earth is surrounded by some kind of sphere. After a couple of shots, the balls start knocking holes in the sphere, revealing amazingly clear, bright stars beyond. After a few more shots, a huge part of the sphere falls out and reveals most of the night sky in its glory. Now I see the Earth as from space, and I know that the aliens who built the sphere are not happy that it's been breached and are on their way to re-subjugate the Earth.

Now it's day, and I'm walking down a sidewalk with a group of teens heading for a high school. A road is to our left, and the school is ahead of us and across the road. One of the girls in the group is talking about names in conjunction with the aliens. She says one name in particular, but it doesn't sound familiar to me. She scoffs, believing me to be lying, and I think about it harder. I realize it sounds kind of like Dilbert's Elbonians, and she says that's what she was referring to.

Now the group is sneaking in a balcony on an upper story of the school. The door closes early and one girl gets left outside. Someone comes back and opens the door for her, but someone in authority sees her. Now I'm in a men's bathroom near the door they snuck in. The place has a strange maze-like layout with the toilets in the dead-ends. I'm using one, taking longer than I'd like, knowing that this is a bad place to be since authority figures will probably show up soon and start snooping around to find out more about the kids who snuck in. Now I'm about to leave the bathroom, but someone comes in, stops me, and starts asking me questions about the kids. I start picking through a pile of clothes on the floor near the door, pretending that's why I'm here, pretending ignorance about the questions he's asking me.

Now I'm in a room (a dormitory?) with two rows of beds. I'm in the bed on the right side of the room, second from the end. The room is empty except for one other guy. Now I'm watching him betray us all to the administration. He's walking around the room, pointing to each bed, telling them all the dirt on person who sleeps there. When he gets to my bed, he pauses, looks kind of guilty, and admits he has nothing against me.

Now I'm watching girls in their dorm room as they play a video game on their TV. Only one girl is actually doing the playing; the others are watching. Now I'm watching girls in another room as they're playing with the ones in the first. Suddenly a group of administrators pours in, raiding the room. These girls are caught, but at least the girls in the first room will have warning (since this group is dropping offline) and won't be caught off-guard when their own room is raided.


Potluck setup
I'm outside in a field helping to set up for potluck. As I'm helping to unfold chairs, everyone is really paranoid about yellow jackets. Chris unfolds chair then gingerly holds it so I can see down the legs. I take a look and see what looks like two yellow jackets inside. He gingerly puts the chair down, we stand back, and a few moments later they both fly out, both looking a lot larger than I expect. Now we're walking to where the cars are parked. We pull out more chairs and get to work setting them up. One chair is different from the others: it comes in lots of different pieces and has 1" hooks at the end of each piece designed to hook together to hold the chair together. Given the size of the hooks, I can't see how the chair could possibly hold together, especially with weight in it.


BTB @ 0555.

No further dreams.


Fragments:
I'm with my parents walking into a fancy restaurant. We're all well dressed. The maitre'd escorts us through one room into another. The walls of this room are mostly window, and I can see that it's night time. I'm carrying my tablet.

I'm on a ship with some people.

I'm in a garage. Someone is working on a car and is getting a new tool.

I'm walking under the awning of a shopping center with my wife.