Pop's Dream Journal

I find myself in some kind of school setting, like high school or college. There is some kind of competition going on because there are different "stations" set up throughout the halls and lobbies. Each station is a different kind of skills contest, and the one who successfully completes all of the skills in the quickest time, wins. I'm going through, completing the different stations while at the same time talking to a friend. At one point, though, I am told to go back and redo a certain station by one of the judges/referees because they said I did not do it. But I know I did. So I go back to the station. There are two large tin buckets sitting about 5 feet apart. One is empty; the other is filled with crushed aluminum cans of different colors. I draw a card from the top of a stack of cards and read it: "Throw a blue can into the empty bucket." I complete the task easily but am upset because having to go back and redo that station ruined my chances of winning.
Afterwards, we all head into an auditorium where they are about to announce the winners of the contest. I am still mad and upset, and become even more so when I see that there is no place for me to sit. But then my friends all scoot over and make room for me on the end. At this point, I see that my friends are made up of a mix of people I know in real life and characters from movies and TV shows I have seen; Dr. Dorian (Zach Braff) from Scrubs is one of them. The character 'Rubin' (Paulo Costanzo) from the movie Road Trip is also there, and bragging about how he easily won the contest because for him it was no challenge whatsoever.

For the previous two days prior to having this dream, I had tried to make my dreams more vivid by taking a B Complex supplement that contained 50mg of vitamin B6. The supplement, however, had a negative effect on my dreams because for those two days I could not remember any when I woke up. This next dream is just a fragment, which came back to me while I was in the shower this morning:

All I remember of this dream is sitting at a large table, eating dinner with friends and family. My mother is there, telling me about the house we're in and she asks me, "Isn't it nice?" I somehow know that the house we're in actually used to be two houses but that the person living here knocked out walls to make it one big house. Glancing upward, I point out to my Mom that you can still see where the walls of the old house used to be because whoever remodeled it didn't do a very good job patching up the ceiling.