Ozwald

I was in some sort of classroom, pretending to sleep under what seemed like a huge brown coat on a couch. The room I was in seemed to be like a huge art room, which was very open. I heard voices enter the room and noticed me. They "woke" me up and told me I needed to move so that they can start their class. I did and sat down at a table adjacent to the couch, which they did also. One of them, who wore glasses, asked me if he could buy my laptop from me. I do have a laptop and I would never sell it because I need it for work, so I decline the offer. He tries to convince me that he needs it more, but I do not budge. The teacher of the class, which happened to be one that I knew from middle school, then split us into groups. I was split with an old acquaintance from High School and Vincent Vega from Pulp Fiction, donning his T-shirt instead of his usual suit. My group was crowded at the table with the other groups, so I pointed to an empty table that we all could sit at. The other group, though, decided to sit with us also. I remember feeling annoyed about that.

I then woke up.

I do love dreams. Even though I cannot give myself fantastic dreams, I do enjoy their bizarre messages.

[I][COLOR="purple"]Cannot recall much. Me standing on a castle wall gazing below at some creatures climbing frantically up the stairs towards me.[/COLOR][/I] [I]I then woke up. This fragment felt like I was in a sort of castle defense game, even though I provided no defense.[/I]

[I][COLOR="purple"]I was in a forest. People, acquaintances, were here. Littered about everywhere, partying. I had met my close friends, whom I had warmly greeted. They ignored my presence and talked amongst themselves. A girl approached them, which I greeted also. My greeting was met with silence, so I moved on. I climbed up a small hill into a little area protected by what seemed like willow leaves.[/COLOR][/I] [I]I then woke up.[/I]

My first dream entry in the new Dream journal system. I chuckle to myself, remembering that it all had just been in a sub-forum. But I do like change, especially this one.

[COLOR="purple"][I]Had a dream about racing on motorcycles on this semi-warped highway. Cannot remember much, but Josh had crashed in front of me. I was doing a wheelie when it happened, so I lowered myself before waking up.[/COLOR] I shortly went back to sleep [COLOR="purple"]and the dream continued, only this time I was back at the starting point. Josh was there, standing as if he didn't feel any pain at all. His arms were had severe gashes in them while his face was covered in minor cuts. I teased him about his crashing, to which he replied that he felt fine before walking past me. I then woke up again. [/I][/COLOR]

[U]People of Interest[/U]

[B]- Josh:[/B] My current and close friend. Humorous, considering that he loves to race and owns his own race car.

[B]- Jessica:[/B] Not mentioned in the dream. A friend who disappeared after Elementary school. I had kept calling her Jessica, which I think is not her real name. She did not play a big part in the dream except complain.

[U]Main Theme[/U]

[B]Racing[/B]

[U]What this dream Means[/U]

[I][B]"To dream that you are in a race, represents your competitive spirit and how you tend to measure yourself against others. Alternatively, this dream may mean that you need to slow down and take a different course in life."[/B][/I]