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I was talking to someone in school who just moved to our town about music. He used to play drums, then quit. I told him about my experiences in the school band, and how much I used to hate it. We wound up in the auditorium, which looked a lot like the auditorium in my old elementary school. We took our seats and waited. A girl behind me drooped a t-shirt she was holding, and it floated all the way over to the side of the stage. I offered to go and get it for her. I went over to the stage and behind the curtain, and sure enough, the old band teacher was there. I asked her if she saw a shirt back here and she started to get really mad. She told me "HEY! I happen to LIKE Hannah Montannah." I think she was eating a salad, but I don't remember.

Then I had a FA. I was mad that I couldn't remember my dreams that night. I got up and walked inside, and out into the backyard on the porch.

Then I woke up for real.

I was outside of a school, it was dark an in front of me was a track an the people running on the track were from band. (Just the day before I had track tryouts at school so I know where this came from.) As we were running, our coach (who sounded like one of my previous coaches) came over a bullhorn and was shouting at us, that we did not get to eat if we did not show better work. The dream scene switched and we were now inside. Mostly everyone was sitting on the ground while I was standing up and we were all eating pizza. We were watching something on tv that I didn't see but could hear and I think that it was "I Survived." After this I barely remember me going into the main hallway and having a conversation with two ladies sitting in chairs with an umbrella over them.
(All of this dream I was seeing people that I know which is one of my dream signs and the fact that they are all from band, which is another one of my dream signs but yet my brain still does not recognize this fact and it makes me miss out on a lot of lucid dreams because just about every one of my dreams has a person I know (or I'm in a band area.), in a place or situation they would not normally be in. Hopefully this gets a lot better. )

I'm at a marching band competition and we are sitting in the bottom bleachers as our band instructor is talking to us. As he is talking I see my brother, in his old
Denbigh drum major uniform walk past. He looks at me, but he does not want to interrupt our instructor. After our instructor leaves my brother comes over smiling and says hi.
"Hi," I say as I stand up and hug him.(He's in Hawaii for college, so I only see him on holidays.) The dream scene then switches.
It is night still at the competition and I'm sitting at the top of the bleachers with the drum line, who are playing their drums softly. Then our band comes out onto the field.
They begin to play their song that is apparently played without the drum line. Once they are done, the drumlin stands up to go join them, but before they can, the band starts to play the main show.
"Hey! They forgot us!" yells someone on the line. The dream ends with us watching the rest of the show.

Dream - Lucid

I was with my friend Paul. It was somewhere that I was spending the night for some reason. We were upstairs in some kind of bonus room. The only light in the room was a desk lamp at a desk Paul was sitting at. I was really tired, and laying on the floor on some blankets. I had a pillow as well. Paul was sitting in a desk chair which was turned towards me. We had been talking, but I don't remember about what. At some point, he was even massaging my feet. I hoped that he didn't think they were gross.

Then, I was so tired, I just decided to close my eyes and go to sleep.

I was then...I'm not really sure. I was in some white room that looked futuristic. We may have even been in space. This is where I figured out that space velociraptors had taken over the Earth. It was sometime in the future. The world was also running out of its water supply.

Even though these space raptors had taken over the planet, there were plenty of humans left. The thing was, they were living in constant fear. If the humans went outside, they were fair game to be eaten. People were getting picked off one by one. It was a horrible state.

I was told by some guy that we had to go back and get some people. We were then on Earth (a couple of men and myself) in my backyard. It was quiet, and the sky was grey. I knew we didn't need to be outside, though there were no raptors in sight; being outside was risky business in these times. I saw my brother at some point; he was helping us out.

I was then in my house. I don't really know what we needed the people for, but I was in there to get them. I walked through my kitchen, and then into my living room. It was quiet; I didn't see anyone inside. I saw some of the people who came with me outside through the windows.

I then felt like I lived there. I felt scared for my life. I felt the fear of the people of Earth.

Suddenly, through one of the windows, I saw them. A pack of raptors was running through my backyard. They were red with black, stripe-like markings on their backs. My breath caught in my throat and I dropped to the floor on my hands and knees. I frantically tried to crawl away from the windows, and ended up seeing some more passing through the front yard through the windows in our piano room. I felt like their vision was based on movement, so I tried to be still as I laid low. One of the raptors looked around as it passed. I hoped it didn't see me.

I started to panic, and immediately became lucid. I tried to think myself awake, but that wasn't enough. I started to say it out loud.
"Wake up, Krista. Wake up. Wake up!"
At first it didn't work. I closed my eyes and opened them in the exact same scene I had been in before.

Then, I closed my eyes and opened them again, finding myself back in the room with Paul. I was so relieved, but extremely sleepy. I looked next to me and noticed that Paul was laying on his stomach reading next to me on the blanket that I was also laying on. On the other side of Paul was a small child, a little boy. I think it was his nephew. I thought Paul was probably trying to make a move on me or something, but I didn't really care at that point. I was so tired that all I wanted to do was sleep. I turned to lay on my stomach as I cuddled my pillow a little. I moved a little closer to Paul, in a way hoping that he would cuddle with me.

I then fell asleep again.

I was back where I had been, but I didn't feel as scared because I knew I was dreaming. Part of me just wanted to let the dream play out a little more, so I didn't really do anything to control it.

I was then on the Earth mission again, but I was at a different house this time. I knew I was dreaming, so I knew no one was in any real danger. I quickly decided to try to transform myself. I'd never done that before. For some reason, I decided to try to transform myself into Pikachu. Why I decided on Pikachu is absolutely beyond me. I concentrated for awhile, but it wouldn't work. I stood in front of a mirror to try to guide the transformation by watching myself. The best I got was one of my legs started to turn yellow at the thigh. I tried for my other leg, but no dice.

I then went away from the mirror and tried to shrink myself, seeing if I could do it that way. I shrank a little, but just ended up squatting on the floor. I then laid on my back to try to watch my legs shrink. Nope, no dice. Grr.

I was then in the white futuristic room again. I was told that the raptors had not originally come to kill, but when they got to Earth, they saw us and felt sorry for our species because we were so stupid and blind, and decided to take over the world and kill us. I also figured out that the world's water supply was pretty much out; someone said they didn't know for sure, but had heard someone on Earth, referring to the water, say
"Oh shit."

I then was at my college, about to play a woodwind concert for band. I was holding my clarinet. I was walking down a bright hallway, when I saw the trombone players start to walk towards me, going on to play the brass portion of the concert. I then saw Austin (my ex in waking life who really does play trombone). His hair was shorter and he looked a lot younger. He wasn't wearing glasses either, as he usually is in waking life. I walked right by him, and he looked right at me. I then noticed that he had gotten shorter....waaaay shorter. In fact, as he walked by me, I turned around and he had shrunken a TON. I figured it was an illusion and he did it to himself. On top he was wearing a suit jacket, white shirt and tie, but on the bottom, he was wearing these baggy black pants with tons of ropes or belts that went from one leg to the other. I figured he had used those to make it look like he was way shorter.

Embarrassed, I turned to a friend and said
"I can't believe I'm dating him."

Dream - Lucid

I felt myself moving into a dream. I wanted to sit up, but not until I knew for sure I was dreaming.

Everything was then very dark around me, like it was the dead of night. I saw a window in my room where it wasn't supposed to be. I kept saying in my head
"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming."
I sat up, feeling no resistance, but then, I suddenly snapped back down like a rubber band.
Bummer.

~

I was in high school band again. I had my bass clarinet out, and I was playing it, just messing around a little. I was standing, then I was sitting in the band at some point. A girl I used to know, Cathy I think, was playing a tenor sax. She was just beginning to learn how to play it. I looked over at her. The tenor sax looked HUGE. I mean, those things are already pretty damn big, but this one was as wide as a tenor and as long as my bass clarinet.

I looked at my reed. I realized that this was the first time I had gotten my bass clarinet out since high school, and that I should have checked it out before just putting it together and playing it. Who knows what kinda gross shit was in there? I started to take it apart in the band room while talking to someone.

At some point, I talked to my old band teacher as well.

Dream skip.

I was about to see Chris again, for the first time in almost a year. Lots of things had changed; he was dating someone else and we hadn't really talked since January. I was really excited to see him.

Then, Chris was there. We were hanging out in an off-white room, I don't know where we were. I know everything was very clear and bright, like it was in the middle of the day. We were laughing and catching up, having a great time. I wanted so badly to tell him how much I had missed him, how much I wanted to spend more time with him. I wanted him to leave his girlfriend and come back to me, but I never said that. I couldn't bring myself to. Regardless, we did some hugging. It was nice.

Chris and I were then on a train. It was a strange train, as it ran on a single track that was raised up above the land, like a monorail. Below the tracks was green grass; we were in the country. The conductor wasn't there, so Chris had to drive the train. I was in there with him. The car was empty and colored grey steel. The only thing it had was a small steering wheel that looked like the steering wheel to a pirate ship, only smaller. I watched out the window as Chris drove the train. We took a curve and had a really close call; the train almost fell of the tracks, but Chris adjusted enough to fix it.

Then, I looked ahead on the tracks. There was a sharp curve coming up, and the track looked corroded. Chris did the best he could, but the train fell on its side and almost all the way off of the track. The right wall of the train fell out, and so did Chris. I rushed over as he was falling and grabbed his hand, saving him from falling to the ground some distance below. I had a rush of adrenaline as I did this, and felt the need to say something that had been bottling up the whole time we had been hanging out; the whole time we hadn't spoken or seen one another.
"I love you," I said.
He did not respond. What was I expecting?

I pulled him back up into the remnants of the train.

We were then suddenly on the ground below the rail. The ground was no longer grass, but a hard, greyish flooring was below our feet. An official-looking woman approached us. She had her blonde hair pulled back tight, and was wearing a suit.
"So far, 8 people were killed," she said, referring to the accident.
I stepped in and defended Chris, telling her that it wasn't his fault and the track had been corroded.

Then, we were back in that room we were in originally. In a way, it now reminded me of a kitchen. Chris got on the phone, a land line, and was talking to someone about how he would be in San Fransisco in a month. I then remembered that he was moving to Chile in a month (he is in waking life). I started to feel defeated. I couldn't believe I had forgotten that.

From Yesterday:

Last Night's Dreams:

Dream 1:

I suddenly was visiting my high school marching band. It felt like I hadn't seen them in years. But as I looked there was Ed, and Geoff and Kelly. I could see that they were all lined up for a competition. Some of the members saw me and we started talking. There was suddenly a map on the wall next to us. I started teaching them the "States Song" but for some reason all I could remember was the "Countries of Africa Song". Several time I started, but had trouble. Then suddenly I realized that half the band was gone. The competition had started with only half the band. I looked out and could see them on this big stage. I told the other members that we had to somehow sneak out there without it being too obvious that we were late. I tried to follow Kelly, but she ended up further ahead and I was behind the percussion. I slowly worked my way over towards her. I wondered if it was obvious that I had no idea where I was going or what I was doing. Suddenly the band started doing this whole part in sign language. I fantically looked around and tired to copy the people around me. I hoped I wouldn't be responsible for the band receiving a low score when it was judged.


Oh what a typical "unprepared" dream. I got to tell my friend Ed about it this morning and he got a good laugh too. So it was worth the temporary agony.

Ohai! Last night I had a cool dream about the bands Lights and Owl City. I'm a huge Owl City fan, so I'll post some pictures in this entry. Hey, it's not every night you have a dream about him, right?

Lucid
Non-lucid
Thoughts

Sleeping Owl City:

Okay, long story short:
I had a friend a while ago, actually it was my best friend. We lost the contact, and yes, I miss her a lot. We were both huge Owl City fans. Owl City was playing in Denmark a few days ago.
Lights and Owl City are good friends, so, I guess that's why they're in the same dream. I just don't get why I was to Lights' concert, because I'm not a fan of her, but okay, it was also a dream.
Owl City = Adam Young.

My friend and I was going to a concert with a band called Lights. We had really great seats, and was almost so close at the scene as possible. We were standing in the right side, and beside us there was some stairs, but there wasn't anyone in the little "room", but we could see it clear. Lights came out with black clothes on, and the music started, and all the lights (haha, funny ) began to blink in different colours. I looked down in the room with the stairs, and saw Owl City (Adam Young). He was wearing his white shirt and black vest.

He looked really tired, and we said "Hi Adam!" and he said "Hi!" and smiled. We looked up at the stage, and listened to Lights a few minuttes again. We loooked down at Adam again, and saw that he was sleeping. He lay on his rights side, and was sleeping. We walked down to him, and laughed.

That's all I can remember.

29-09-11 Nothing really on the agenda.

“Circumventing the gay rule by hooking up with an actual Bird”

I am in this weird place filled with gay men and I am spending the night in the company of a bird. Not a girl, but an actual bird, reminds me a bit of the bird from “Up” and I find out that as long as I am walking around with that bird I won't have to take a male partner.

It is night time and the dream takes place in a gay club, some paths outside the club surrounded by grass. There are loads of dressed up gay men around and they only leave me alone because I am walking around with this bird. I know that after a while I will have been around the bird long enough for the effect to be permanent.

There is a slight skip and I am walking back towards our home, which is a mixture of a tent and a house. I have a balloon tied to my ass and it is inflated with helium so it is floating in the air behind me.

When I get back home my dad wakes up, he first talks to my sister a bit solve a practical problem or two and then he starts talking to me. The bird appears and knocks on the door, you can see it through a window standing outside with a sign. I know that this is the last time I need to hang about with it for the gay men to leave me alone, so I go to open the door.

My dad has a bit of a mental breakdown. He is complaining that the bird is destroying all our books, which it did do the night before and that it is a damaging influence. I can sense that what he is really afraid of is that I am turning gay and I frantically try and explain the situation to him, but he is hysterical. I am equally tense because I can feel my goal slipping right at that moment when I am so close to achieving what I wanted.

“Football on the beach”

I am playing football on the beach with a couple of friends. The goals look like hockey goals in that they are not taller than reaching my hip. Upon closer inspection I see that they are actually pretty long and run along a wall behind them. Think it is morning or early afternoon.

There is all of a sudden a lot of people joining in and they are bringing the ball. It is every man for himself here, if you have the ball you dribble with it and shoot at goal. It is taking forever for us to start, think we are waiting for someone. I somehow get the feeling, maybe someone says it that it will take about 15 minutes before we can start.

I run further down along the beach and another group of footballers are approaching. I notice they have a really worn down ball that could use some air. The guy with the ball sees me standing there and pass it to me and I find that remarkable. These guys are actually focusing on the team play and having fun.

We can start straight away with this group, I think I tell that to someone who was with me. I play around a bit with a guy named Amir. We are practising passes that are to be headed into the goal, but none of us are that good at it. Amir makes lofty balls and I shoot too far. In the end he makes a low pass that I hit with the foot at the goal post so it heavily comes back towards me. Then we start heading back for the rest of the group.

“Soo about the band”

I am in a living room, not sure to whom it belongs, but I don't think I am at home, though I might be living there. Whatever. It is evening and there are a few of my old friends over. Krimi, Anders H and Mikkel N I think.

We are watching TV and might be playing some sort of game. I proclaim that I intend to spend some of the cardboard money I have earned to go and buy a Banjo. So I go and get the Banjo, feeling quite pleased that I now own 3 different instruments. I go back in the living room to fetch the cardboard money, but I become scared that I might not have enough. I decide to just not tell anyone about it.

I explain that my cousin is trying to buy a banjo so he can play Big Country on both bass and banjo. I think from the beginning I explain that he intends to play all the instruments, but then I have to concede that the oil drums might be difficult so maybe not all of them.



I put on a video of Belá Fleck and the Flecktones on the telly. The video shows Victor playing bass, but I then become a bit annoyed, because I can only get visuals which is rather stupid when it is the music that is to be enjoyed.

I walk around thinking about this feeling a flu coming up.

We start talking about some of our old intentions of starting a band and how I was the one letting them all down. I explain that I actually have a bass now and that I have been practising and I can play a bit (a very limited bit).

Good morning, everybody.

The new designs for the Dream Views site are pretty cool!

Dream #1

A TV show. A missile had been launched over some part of America, possibly on the west coast. I saw what looked like some landforms in a huge river or else some chain of islands in very shallow water. I saw this from a couple thousand meters in the sky.

A man then discussed what he had seen. The man seemed to be in maybe his late thirties or early forties. He was pretty tall, kind of overweight, and kind of pale. He had wide, blue eyes, and a kind of long, walrus-like moustache. He wore a black t-shirt and a baseball cap.

The man had apparently worked at some point in his life as a missile expert. He began discussing some of the contrails he had seen coming out of the missile.

The man knew, from the contrails, what exact kind of chemicals were in them. The man listed the chemicals. From the chemicals, the man knew this missile was a Chinese nuclear missile. But the man was less concerned with the fact that the missile was nuclear than with the harm that could come from the contrails.

There was now a view, which the man had apparently prepared, of the missile rising up over the landscape I had previously seen.

The contrails were visually altered by the man, so that they now appeared blood red. The man had colored the contrails red so they would be easier to see. The man wanted people to see something very specific about the shape or the motion of the contrails.

Dream #2

I was in a record store. I was at the front end of the store, looking through some kind of bin attached to the wall. I was flipping through a bunch of CDs.

I found some CDs by the K-Pop rapper G-Dragon. There was some new album that I found by him. I wanted it. It may have had a price tag of $49.99 on it. I may have been holding some other CDs. I took the CD I wanted to the register, at the back of the store.

The man at the register sat down at a desk like a receptionist's desk. The top was higher than the cashier's actual desktop. The man pulled out a "for sale" copy of the CD I'd wanted. There was some price on it like $129.99. I thought that was a horrible price to pay for a CD.

I told the man that I probably didn't want the CD after all. I'd thought it was a lot cheaper. The man didn't seem to quite hear me. He was now opening up the CD case and fumbling through the contents of the CD. There were a few different sleeves, like from G-Dragon's old albums.

I thought that perhaps this CD was actually a collection of all of G-Dragon's albums. But I didn't think he'd actually made enough solo albums to justify a CD for $129.99. Then I realized that G-Dragon had actually made six solo albums. So $129.99 seemed like an okay price, even though I still didn't want the album.

I may have told the man that I'd go back to the front and get the album I'd seen and wanted -- the cheaper album. I then somehow got talking to the man about how I liked G-Dragon. I may then have discussed Big Bang, the band G-Dragon had been a part of.

Dream #3

I was walking down in a tunnel of a subway station. It was a long corridor between different platforms. It was wider than a lot of corridors -- almost as wide as a street and sidewalk.

I walked past a little rock band that seemed to be made up of middle aged men. The band was playing a song that sounded very familiar to me.

I was either the only one or one of the very few people walking down the corridor. But as the band stopped playing, a man and a woman may have walked past the band. They asked the band who had made the song they'd been singing. The band said Sting had made it.

But I suddenly recognized the tune from a L'Arc en Ciel song I liked a lot. In my dream, I mistakenly thought it came from the album SMILE. I had walked past the band. But now, realizing the tune, I turned around and ran back to the band.

The band seemed to be breaking apart, as if they were done with their performance. There seemed to be a couple of Latino guys and maybe an Asian guy, a black guy, and a white guy. I got their attention before they all walked away.

I asked them if the song they had been singing was by L'Arc en Ciel. One of the men told me no, that the song had been written by Sting.

I then told them I thought the song was a lot like a L'Arc en Ciel song on the album SMILE. I told them I would play them some of it from my phone. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and began scrolling through what I thought was my list of albums.

But instead, I was getting nothing but a bunch of photographs of SUVs. There were green, red, beige, and steel-grey SUVs. I had nothing on my phone, apparently, but photos of SUVs.

I was kind of panicked, and I tried to tell the band members that I had completely forgotten how to pull up the songs on my phone. All I could do was pull up photos.

One of the men said something like, "That makes sense. You're down in the subway. You can't access sound. You can only access images."

First dream:

I wrote some key points. down, but when I woke up I couldn't remember much more than what I'd written.

I am at school buying lunch with C (from jr. high/currnet) and 2 (?) other friends who I don't remember. S walks by with a friend and casts me a scathing glance. I feel satisfied.

Second dream:

I am in band, but band is taught by Mr. Kn (my teacher from media in high school). M is in band with me (and she was in my media class for a while!). M offers to drive me to our competition. I am in her car - it has a dark red roof that is "pressed velvet". I suggest she gets a chandelier for her car, and feel please with myself for making this funny suggestion. We go somewhere and I buy new shoes. Throughout the dream I struggle to hold all the things I am carrying - my new shoes and old ones, my ipod, other things.

We get to the gym for the band competition, but we are there almost as a prank. We perform, but are obviously not trying, and are just making fun of the other bands. We have no instruments. Someone says "get into groups of three!", and we line up in threes. A police man comes and starts to talk to Mr. Kn - we are in trouble for making light of the competition. I walk away.

8-18-11

D2 or D3, not sure.

I don't remember how this one started. I think I had been at some sort of camp. Or maybe a park.
In either case, a bunch of guys from my high school and I were at this giant, metal playplace. Giant as in 80 feet tall and 30 feet on a side, if not more. All of us had instruments except me, who sang as everyone else played a Petra song. (It was either "Sight Unseen", "Hey World", or "Dead Re coning". I'm pretty sure it was "Dead Reckoning".
I remember clearly a certain instrument that my friend Sabin was carrying. He had a bass guitar with two necks, but they came out of the body of the guitar at a 90-degree angle from each other. The second-to-lowest string post (or whatever you call where the string holds on to the body) had two strings coming out, one for each neck, and the rest of the strings had their own grounding to the body for each neck.
I remember that we had previously done a different Petra song on a different giant metal playplace of sorts, but I have no distinct recollection of that. Before THAT, we had been at some sort of camp house nearby.

A really cool thing I remember doing in my dream happened when we were all at the top of the structure. I wanted to beat the rest of the 'band' back down to ground level, so I test-jumped off the top level (again, where we were), landed, looked back, rewinded the dream so that I was back on top with the 'band', and told the other guys that I would beat them if we raced back down. Then I jumped again.

Somehow, they almost beat me back down anyways, and I'm pretty sure Chris had a tuba. Or a Sousaphone. And Jordan had a drumset. (I have no clue how.)

I might add that, while I do sing like nobody's business, Sabin doesn't play bass, Jordan doesn't play drums, and Chris most certainly does NOT play tuba.

I don't even remember when the dream ended.

5 Aug 2011

Very vague on details, the dream spanned two days representing the day prior to that night and the one following it. The first day was a Thursday and I was at band rehearsal when some non specific year seven kid - who's instrument I don't recall - talked to me and I noticed that he was wearing one of my Canterbury Polo Shirts (the one with the wide, horizontal, red and blue stripes). I pointed out that I had the same shirt and the conversation blurred out of my memory. Why was he wearing a Polo on a uniform day? The next day at school, at recess I noticed that many others were wearing Canterbury clothing including specifically (but not limited to): J.T., E.J., C.D., myself and two other individuals who's identities I can not recall. They were all different designs however, I was wearing my red and blue polo, I think C.D. was wearing a Canterbury Sport Jacket and E.J. was wearing a Rugby Jersey. The others I don't recall. I nearly wore the same shirt this morning until I remembered the dream. The relationship to these specific days because the band rehearsal was in KM1 as it was yesterday and we had an out of uniform day (jeans for genes) on the Friday as we have today.

I was wandering around in my new school (looked totally different in the dream) and found my schedule in my pocket. I didn't get any of the electives I chose. Instead I got band. I went to the band room (which doubled as the library ironically) and found two of my friends. I told then it has been a few years since I played clarinet.


I got up after this dream and fell back asleep in the morning. In the next dream I was Lyon on my back in my bed under the covers. It was the same position I fell asleep in. I did a nose pug RC and realized I was dreaming. I looked at my hands, but they were invisible. I tried to get up, but I couldn't. I felt my real body as I was trying to get up. I should have just stayed calm and thought about how to get out, but instead I just whipped myself up and the dream ended.

We were at this big party, and Emma Watson was there. It wasn't like a huge Hollywood party, it was more like a large family reunion, so people weren't lining up to get her autographs but rather going up and talking to her ever so often, and she always had people asking her questions and talking to her. Anyways, it was outside, and it kind of looked like it was by the baseball fields at Marrymore Park underneath some trees. But there was a giant swampy river running next to us. At one point, Emma and I were looking at something on a computer together at the same time, and talking about it. My mom and my stepdad and some of my stepdad's relatives were sitting around us, and my mom said something really stupid and embarrassing and Emma obviously heard it. I responded "No, Mom…" and then mumbled "Jesus Christ…" which offended my stepdad, and he said something to me, but I don't remember what it was. Emma chuckled and got distracted by something and stood up and walked away towards some other people. I wanted to say something like, "Don't go" or "come back" but I didn't want her to think I was too excited that she was there.

At one point, everyone at the party was listening to this very gothic, symphonic metal band, which had something like 3 female voices singing the verses at the same time (which now that I think about it, is an interesting idea…). The certain song they were listening to seemed like a normal gothic-ish, symphonic metal song with normal gothic lyrics, except all of a sudden, the lyrics mentioned the exact name of my band (which is a pretty unusual name) and people immediately turned to me and said "Ooh they dissed your band" or something along those lines. Emma had heard all the commotion about this, and I saw her smile and let out a little polite chuckle. I asked some guy to turn the song back to the part where they sang the name of my band, and listened to it again. I heard my band's name again but I could make out what context they were putting it in. I was very annoyed and so I posted got my phone and posted a link to my band's Facebook or soundcloud or something, so people could actually hear us and see how much better we are than this stupid band who mentioned us. 3 people commented on it, and out of those 3 comments, Emma Watson had left a comment that said something like "2 years studio? " which I perceived to mean that she wanted to take guitar lessons from me for 2 years/wanted me to record the guitar on her next 2 CD's in the studio for 2 years/was going to pay for me to record my CD in a professional studio for the next 2 years. I think I might have looked up and seen her across the room smiling at me or something, or maybe that is just what I had imagined when I saw the smiley face in her comment.

I don't remember how this next part happened, because I can't remember how we got into the situation but; at one point, I was down in this giant cellar or something and I had to get out. All of a sudden I saw this brown cup, filled with some water, which was tilted at a 45 degree angle. I heard this voice saying "Go into the cup" or "remember the cup" or something, so I put my face into the cup. The next thing I know, I'm in a room with Emma Watson kneeling down holding the brown cup and I'm standing next to her. The room was designed like the very back of a cargo plane, where they place stuff to drop out of the plane when flying. We kind of just looked at each other for a second, and then I woke up. I think.

Dream 1: (fragment)
I remember being back in band and the new school year had started. I was moderately ebarrassed because I hadn't practiced all summer. What little bit I remember was very vivid and my thinking was clear and logical (but not lucid enough to become aware of the dreamstate.)