4:00 pm: I was in a van. I think it's the same location I go to when I'm in Cebu, in Mactan. A couple went down. One has marijuana. The driver and a passenger wanted it as well. It seems I was a dealer of sorts. I told them I can't give them those, somebody already bought them, or something. I experience something like SP in a dream. I can't see but I 'know' I am in a school of sorts. I was finally able to move around. There's J.C., high school classmate, talking about something. He asked about the name of our high school Filipino teacher. Or the fourth year janitor name. I was unsure, but I gave him the first year Filipino teacher's name, but he already said it was wrong because he was asking for the janitor's name. I was traveling. Not sure if it was with a companion. I was walking in a dusty road. Need to hide. I was on a skateboard and using an umbrella to push/pull me through. I was in the bus station. 3 days and I have to leave.
[COLOR="#483d8b"]I was in class. The teacher was looking at me >:C, cause I was laughing and not paying attention. Suddenly some security guards entered the classroom. They told us that there's a fire on the first floor and then they left. We were all still in the classroom, some calling their parents, some just not understanding what's happening. I snuck out and went to see where the fire is. I was on the first floor, when I saw some of my friends going up the stairs. I followed them. There were very many people on that floor and I didn't exactly understand, why were they all still there. I quickly went back to the first floor, when I saw some of my old classmates about to join the people upstairs. I tried to warn them and tried to convince them to just go outside. They just rolled their eyes and kept on going. I said quietly to myself "whatever, they were bitches anyways..." and went out of the house. I went to the bus station to catch a bus. I am now sitting on the bus, taking pictures through the window with my ipod. The bus disappears and I am walking on the street. There's this bum, who asks me about potato and cheese prices in the store (w...t..f?). "Is it true, that potatoes cost 38 min/kg?" (believe me, I lol'd when I woke). Images of my local store flash through my head, I see the price of cheese and I say "No." Okay, nvm the bum, I kept walking after that. Even though I *should* have been pretty far, I could still see the bus station in the distance. I am still taking pictures every once in a while.[/COLOR] --- This one is short, [COLOR="#483d8b"]I was in class again. My classmates were suddenly rather bitchy towards me, telling me I should get out of this school. Then the teacher came and she told me that I put others in danger and they want me to leave this school. I was like, dafuq is this, what did I do? Also, I had a piercing in my nose in that dream :D...it was a quite large safety pin.[/COLOR] That's it, I guess? Seeya. Does it matter if I don't add tags? I just hate them. [COLOR="#2e8b57"]lucids[/COLOR], [COLOR="#483d8b"]non-lucids[/COLOR]
Updated 04-25-2012 at 03:46 PM by 50369
The entire bus station was operating within a large roundabout, and the whole operation was overseen by a young malaysian-chinese girl. On another level however, things were being overseen by a group of black-clad, sword carrying ninja warriors.
I've just had a job interview and now I'm at a kind of house party, which looks like it's confined to one room. There's some questionable stuff going on, and I tell them I'm not down with it, I'm not into that. I think it's going to be cool, after that but not so much. They look really put out and take me to the bus station. They ditch me there, even though it's not a familiar place to me, and take off. I get some sort of general idea where my bus is going to be departing from when I hear the platform and arrival of the bus announced through the station. I race to that platform only to find the bus is not there. I run all up and down the platforms looking for the bus that should be here somewhere. I then see it leaving. Someone tells me I should run after it, but I know they won't open the doors after they've left the stop, so I don't bother. I begin wandering around the station aimlessly looking for the right platform for the next departure. I sit down in some kind of lounge and watch the big screen tv they have there, it's broadcasting the performance of a very special figure skater. She lands a perfect triple toe loop followed by some sort of Lutz, and I absolutely melt down because I'm so happy and overcome with emotion as she does (This is strange as I am NOT a figure skating fan, and for a split second in the dream I wonder how I have all this knowledge and passion for skating, but it passes quickly). My phone rings and I pick it up, trying to compose myself. It's the interviewers. They were interviewing me for the position of Coordinator for the skater I was just watching. They tell me I have the job. They say they were watching me over CCTV and saw my reaction to the skater's performance and deduced that I would be the perfect choice to work with her. I am so happy I begin melting down again and the dream ends.
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