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Tennis
It was actually a fencing match, but my dream brain wrote tennis. I was facing an opponent in a "fencing" match, but we actually just had jump ropes. The objective was to hit each limb of the opponent. It was difficult, and at one point he tripped me accidentally and was waiting for me to get up. I faked some injury, and then got all four of his limbs while pretending to flail. As I got up, he realized he had fallen for it, shook my hand, and bowed towards the crowd, which was ritual for the loser. The crowd had no idea what had happened and were silent. Suddenly the announcer figured it out, and the crowd got pretty excited for seeing a strange victory.

Party Time
There is a party in real life that is planned that myself and a bunch of friends are going to. I had a dream that this party was happening, and only 4 of us had shown up. It was really boring, since the entire time we were just waiting for more people to show up. We couldn't start drinking until so-and-so was there, etc. It wasn't a very fun party, because we all just fell asleep in weird places. I passed out on the stairs waiting.

Biker Flips
I was watching a video of some Native American bicyclists that were biking legally on a road. They did not have helmets on. They were looking backwards at some cop cars that were coming towards them. Apparently the cops were really unhappy they were on the road. The cops began doing whatever they possibly could to flip the bikers off of their bikes. It was horrific, and for some of the crashes I had a hard time believing anyone could survive. It was horrible. Not a good dream at all.

No recall last night.

As it's my birthday, I happened to have a bit too much to drink last night. I didn't recall much of my dreams, and it was mostly just tiny fragments.

-Something about Dr. Evil with Miny Me in disguise. Not sure what they were attempting to do.
-My dad was upset about the wait at my favorite mexican restaurant, and wanted Burger King instead?
-At Nationals for collegiate volleyball. Something negative had happened and I woke up in a bad mood from it.
-I was a part of a massive shootout. It was very video-game-esque. There was only one other on my side and we ended up cornered in a bathroom.

Not too horrible for a night short on sleep with a little too much alcohol in my brain. Better luck tonigh.

This was a night of some strange dreams/fragments. No lucids, unfortunately.

Dream 1
I was at some fancy french restaurant with A. We had already eaten dinner and had our deserts set in front of us. We were there with a few others, but were all waiting for someone to return from the bathroom before we could continue eating. They were taking a while and I was getting bored, so I stuck my knife into the candle on the table to heat it up. I then used the hot knife to melt the banana sunday in front of me. It was the banana that I was melting. A then told me to stop since that knife was probably worth more than I could ever afford to replace. I cleaned the knife on my napkin and set it down. Somebody came up to our table and started yelling that "y'all are a bunch of cake eaters!" and just kept shouting. I had the impression she was of "lower class" and was upset at the upper class people? I was complete out of place, since I was an invited guest of some of the others we were with, and could never afford the meal on my own. It was strange. The dream faded about this time.

Dream 2
I was at a Milwaukee Brewer baseball game. I was there with my brother, T, and my dad. The game hadn't even started yet and there was some raffle to decide who would get to go on field for something. I wasn't paying attention, and never found out what it was for, but my seat was the one that was called. The rest of my dream was just trying to fight through the crowds of people and get from my nosebleed seat all the way to the field. The dream faded as I was about to step on field.

Dream 3
A very vocal, jersey shore-like New Yorker was yelling about being a vegetarian to me. I don't know what he was so upset about, so I naturally apologized. He then made it clear that he was a vegetarian because he only ate red meat. I laughed, but stopped as quickly as I could, because he was clearly insulted. I apologized and went on my way. There was a truck that was making a delivery to the grocery store I was going into that said "Red Meats Only Truck" on the side. The letters were made up of sausage links. I went into the grocery store with A.

We had my dog, Zeya, with us for some reason. She was wrapped in a blanket like a baby. A was carrying her for a while but then decided she had to go somewhere. I can't remember if it was the bathroom or not. So I then was walking around, grocery shopping, while holding my dog like a baby on my own. People kept coming up and taking pictures because "it's just too damn cute." There were some famous people there as well that were approaching me asking to have their photo taken with me and my dog. I was genuinely confused as to why George Foreman wanted a picture with me and my dog, but I of course allowed him. It was incredibly strange, and I just wanted A to come back so I didn't feel so awkward. I woke up before she got back from wherever she was.


An interesting night. There's some more illegible chicken scratch in my dream journal. I will edit this entry if I figure out what I was trying to write in the dark at 3:13 AM.