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7 Aug 2011

On a long journey, we were originally three. We were in a canoe traveling down a river through a jungle which looked like South America when one of my companions deliberately capsized the vessel. The boat sank and we could not get ashore because the shore was deadly for some reason. We had no choice but to swim along the river. My other companion was angry and tried to drown the offender, holding his head under water for about twenty seconds at a time, then releasing him before repeating. I told him to leave it and follow me downstream. He did but the guilty man tried to swim against the river, but eventually defeated, went with the current and joined us again by which time Mr Judge Jury and Executioner had cooled off enough to accept him back. It was generally accepted to have been just a bad joke though no word was again spoken on the matter. Somehow I had a very large stick which seemed to have come from the boat though what purpose it served I am sure I do not understand. It could have been a punting pole. Anyhow, I thought it prudent to hold onto. We reached a small tributary stream and decided to swim up this. After some distance the trees ceased and we were allowed ashore. The current was not strong at first but a rain surge headed down stream against us. We struggled on until the point where the trees thinned and then made our way ashore. I said, "we should stick to the water until we're back in the trees." what I meant was that we were heading back to a plantation from which we had come and since we didn't know how far it was, we needed access to the water. As we progressed, our party seemed to grow with random people who seemed to be adventure seeking. We came to a rocky pass which was guarded by a native tribe who seemed very interested in war. They had large bundles of spears ready to throw at us and many men as well as numerous other armaments. One member of our party suggested that they would be willing to accept another contest in place of war. This was agreeable since we had few weapons ourselves and no skill in war. I approached to parle and was accepted due to my courage in casually grabbing a bundle of spears from one of their warriors and examining it. One new member of our party was Lady Ga Ga, as played by Cher. The war tribe had Beyonce. They were to go head to head in a battle of wits. They were to each construct a rope structure which would be set fire to. Who ever made the rope structure which lasted the longest was to win. If Lady Ga Ga won, we would be permitted to pass. If on the other hand Beyonce won, we would have to turn away from the river and find another way. This was a great spectacle which was enjoyed by all. Lady Ga Ga won but it was late and we decided to stay and party the night, continuing in the morning. The next day, the party had been replaced with my school year group and we were on a coach. We were heading to a beach resort to stay for a few days. It was kind of like a cross between Jyndabine and Schoolies. On arrival after a long journey, the weather was beautiful and we were all dressed and ready for the surf but we were instructed to get into our school suits and attend a formal greeting upon which I discovered that my suit was missing along with many other items which I had packed. This caused me to destabilize and I was thrown out of the dream before I could realize that it was a dream.

Cay's Dreams
-I was on the bus, on a side road that branches off of the main one, which we go down to drop off a couple of kids. Suddenly, the bus came to a screeching halt. People fell out of their seats. We were herded off the bus and into an open trailer, which would seem to be made to accomodate cattle, except for the handrails that resembled those on either side of an escalator. J.G. stood at the front like a tour guide, and cordially informed us that we were going to "experience meat processing first hand".

-I was attending some school dance. I left earlier than planned, and I'm pretty sure I changed clothes in full view somewhere. Time skip. People were at my house, many of whom I didn't know; in fact, the only ones I recognized among them S.G., D.M., D.Cl., and D.B. I guess it might've been a sort of party. I stayed in my room most of the time.

-I was on some sort of racing cart with Azra and D.R. I was steering, Azra was in charge of acceleration/deceleration, and D.R. just waved a flag at the back, and shouted rude things at the other racers as we wound through a mucky, wet, mostly brick city that from the accents of the competitors I suspected was in England.

-I was at my brother's and sister-in-law's again, as I had been the preceding evening. I played with the baby a bit, and wrestled with the dog. The television was turned to an unfamiliar news channel. I heard without really listening, "I lost myself, I lost myse-e-elf...." then my ears pricked up as the anchorwoman began with "Radiohead frontman Thom Yorke, 42, died at 12:50 PM today when his flight bound for..." "Dude, what?!" I cried, waking the baby, who cried in turn. "...Yorke was a cult icon who will surely be mourned this evening worldwide." The broadcast ended with the end of "Last Flowers"- "...too bright, too powerful..." and the fading image of Yorke at a piano.

Kumara's Dreams

Thought I was on the wrong bus but the other one was doomed

Dream 1 – I was on a bus, not sure where I was going. I noticed that I didn't have bus fare, and dug through my purse looking for money. I must have been on a Houston bus, because I remembered the fare was $1.25. I noticed the bus wasn't going where I thought it was going, I thought it was going to the Heights, but it passed and I don't remember exactly where it was going, I may have passed through Baytown. I wondered if the bus was coming to the end of the route and double-back and if I would have to pay a double fare.

I found a check from my sister for $3.50, it had glitter on it. I thought, well, that won't work on the bus. Then I found a $5 bill. Something about the back of the bus being painted black and seeming kind of weird. I wondered why I had brought what I did – my pillow (the regular one). A thought about therapy flashed through my mind, it was all overlapping and fuzzy.

I wondered if I was on the #66.

The bus turned around and dropped me off, it was rainy and wet and there had been a bunch of “sparkly people” who took a different bus. Some guy on the ground to my right asked me a question, and I asked him to repeat it because I only heard the last part of what he said and I wasn't sure what the question was. I asked him a couple of times to repeat the question, and he looked at me pointedly and put on headphones. He laid back on the ground, and his head was in a puddle of water that nearly covered his face. I splashed his face and angrily said, “There's your answer!", not caring if I drowned him.

Someone was telling me about the other bus that others had taken, that it was on a slippery road and whoever was driving was not a good driver or driving drunk or something...and that also who was really driving (?) was a band called “Cherry Oats”, who was known for their drunk driving or bad driving. It was clear that those on that bus were pretty much doomed.


Marla, cuddling, bedbacon

Dream 2 – I was with Marla on a bed. A small dish with some chopped bacon on it. Setting the bacon on a burner on an oven that was part of the bed, with flat-top burners, spilling oil, trying to catch myself and my hand got caught in the oil but maybe Marla helped me catch it before I burned myself totally. Saying something about it not being a good idea to have the stovetop as part of the bed. Marla snuggling and kissing me. Told me she thought I was beautiful, and I thought it was because Lauren and I look alike and she thinks Lauren is beautiful.

Kumara's Dreams

Dream 1 - Something about wanting to catch a bus to Northshore, for whatever reason got a ride with Lisa D instead in an SUV, maybe a Jeep Cherokee. A man was in the passenger front seat and I was in the back seat passenger side. She thought maybe a tire had gone flat and did a sharp u-turn, the whole vehicle listed hard to the right like it might fall over but she just kept going and was seemingly driving on a flat tire. I thought she would stop and check it out but she kept driving to ?richard and shannon's?. Only it wasn't their place in Seattle...
we went in and I was looking for a bathroom, I went into what I thought was Lisa's old room but it was really different and R & S had taken it over but it was not like them, it was nice and clean although had a lot of stuff. I noticed something like a Blackberry on the table and considered stealing it thinking they wouldn't notice but realized it was too new and maybe plugged in to charge.

Dream 2 – I walked into a house through the “back” entrance, which was really a side entrance to the right of the front of the house, and it wound around into the front. Somehow I was in front again, and a girl that had been inside followed me out. I saw the front frame of the house wobble (it was like a movie set) and start to fall, there was no time to warn the girl the frame fell on her, right on her head. I went to her and held her to my chest and checked her head, there was a big flap of skin torn off and lower to the right was a cut. I may have passed her off to someone else to get some medical help.

Dream 3 – something about making a pact with a “sister” about “new behaviors”. We simultaneously walked through a double doorway that looked like two big black lockers side by side.

Dream 1
First I had to do some work with some old ladyies for some reason. I had to help with their jobs and such. Then I went to school and had an argument with one of my teachers, it was really heated. After that some girl said it was to to watch me argue with this teacher.

Dream 2

I was in a restraurant thinking that I needed to get back to those old people. We all left and got on a bus which was being driven by my friend who is 2 years younger than me. I didn't seem to find this weird. He also kept driving around in a circle in East Ham.

Then my alarm went off.

I dreamed that I was on a bus heading towards some far away location (On the Isle of Wight, where I live, the furthest place from my house is a town called Ventnor. I have a feeling that this was the location in my dream).

It was late at night and so outside the bus, with its bright lights running down the interior, it was extremely dark. We were near the sea at this point - it was just beyond the houses and shops in front of the bus. By these houses I could see a friend of mine and her boyfriend, who I never got along with. My friend, Tash, waved and I waved back. However the bus wasn't going to get any closer to the sea and it turned right and carried on down that road.

I don't remember getting off the bus but suddenly I was entering a house. The house was dark and dingy like most places in my dreams. In this house were my friends Fred and Hannah. They were hosting a party in this house and in some of the rooms I passed, I saw other participants. Most of them were on a sofa or floor with duvets and pillows. I sat on the floor on some pillows and a duvet. There was a laptop on the floor in front of me. The screen was bright compared to everything else. It was extremely big and chunky and seemed to be on four legs like a table. That's all I can remember.

I was with several people. Some people jumped on wall. There are a lot of soldiers. Reminds me of HSD Kenichi.

Took a jeep ride from downtown behind Commercial Complex/Libra. It went to the jeep station across the Ceres bus station. I complained about the seating on each side of the station, hanging around 6 feet off the ground. The jeep I rode on parked there. I got off rather than waiting.

I wanted to cross the street to the Ceres bus, but there's a policeman and fast cars. I saw an exclusive bus there for a burger company. The bus is colored blue and white. I saw mom, and we took the jeep anyway. Same jeep I arrived in. The jeep crossed the street to get a passenger, but he doesn't want to ride.

I checked the overpass. Weird setup. Almost went lucid. I walked to a place (Victorias?). I recall someone telling me she's going to introduce me to the "sweet" things in life. I arrived in a new and cool-looking hotel. Went in and left my bag on the seat. I started seeing Ms. Sol's face everywhere. Then she walked down from the spiral stairs and introduced me to two people there. I excused myself and got my bag and opened a brochure.

I heard/read the speech of a minister of Europe who's actually a Filipino, and how he got so passionate that he talked in Filipino. I try to read the newspaper but the texts are so small.

My dream starts out looking at a number on the wall that I am supposed to hear from regarding an internship. I am for some reason in my parents room, and sure enough the number calls. I got the internship, and I am very pleased. My parents congratulate me, but then I have a false awakening. I wake up in my parents bed room, but this time a different number is posted on the wall, one that made no sense. It was like "1-808-VTLR79__" or something. At this point I was like "oh shit, that last time it was a dream, so this is just another dream." Then I got really excited and became lucid after looking away at the number on the wall and looking back it it. Then that's when it became weird...

As soon as I turned lucid, The left side of my body in the dream stopped working completely, including my eye which now all I could see was black. Getting a little rattled, I yelled "lights on!" and "left side begin working!" After I yelled this, I remember going into sleep paralysis for a split second, and then closing my eyes to be shot straight into another dream.

When I entered my dream, I was completely lucid, and was somewhere on the rural streets of Beijing, China. I am not sure how I knew that, I just knew. Anyways, I noticed my dream was a little unstable, so I calmed down and began looking in detail at my environment for a while. I also did a couple spins and rubbed my hands together to ensure that the dream would be stable for at least a while. Then, I began walking down the streets in attempt to begin some lucid goals of mine.

I stopped at an intersection, and made myself start physically-shifting. An incredible pain had initiated where the muzzle would be breaking through. Very similar to my phantom limb shifts in real life, except a LOT more pain involved. I felt ears piercing through my skull in order to struggle out. At this point I wanted to make sure my shifting was going on as planned, however, when I started looking at my body and feeling around there was absolutely no evidence that I had physically started shifting. After this, my shift stopped all of a sudden, and I became extremely frustrated. Because I am usually able to fly in my dreams, I wanted to make sure not all my superpowers were affected. Unfortunately they were too.

At this point I decide to turn at the intersection and start running on all fours and initiating a mental shift in my dream to see if it would help. After a while, I came out of the shift realizing nothing had happened. I gave up in frustration, and began to climb a wall nearby in effort to find higher ground (began to lose my lucidness). However, in attempting so I fell and slipped. It hurt like shit. Dream fades on...

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I am at a ski resort, or in Alaska somewhere living in little huts with a bunch of friends. There is snow absolutely covering everything. "J" is in the same bedroom as me, and we are roommates. I miss the bus to go somewhere because I am too busy looking for my m4a1 assault rifle (a real one) that I thought was in my paintball duffelbag.

Fragment
I was doing my boxing session in the music department of my school.

Dream
I was on a bus with my friends and loads of people from school. We were going to see a movie I had £75 and I was talking to my friend and he said some girl brought £12,000.

We got off and me and my friend hid so that our other friends would think we left them. We ran and hid behind a low wall. When my other mates came off the noticed us even thought we couldn't even see them.

Then the funny thing happend my friend who is fat tried to hide from us and he did a forward roll and failed. He just landed on his head it was hilarious, everybody was laughing. He tried again and his trousers fell down.

Side Notes
During one dream I became slightly lucid.

Went to bed at 5 am put alarm at 10 am. I woke up naturally on 8 am. Still tired, headache and i didn't recall a thing. Then i did nomad's trance recall and i remembered fragments from this lucid dream i just had. :O

Dream #1

I recall myself doing very short mantras last night. And visualizing practice. I kind of recall doing a reality check in my dream while riding a bike. Took me about 2 minutes to determin if i was actually dreaming or not. I went flying. At first i fell like i was gonna fall but then i just remembered to float instead of fly and it worked. I flew around little houses . I remember being on the ground again and prowling around looking for stuff to do. I climbed over a wall into a backyard and as i was doing that i was thinking if sex would really be the same in a dream. The last thing i remember is that there was a naked girl with tiny titties sitting across of me. She gave me instructions on what to do. She said, touch my right boob like this and say Yes. If you touch my left boob like this you have to say No. And you have to say it like this ; Noooooooooooooo.
I touched her left boob and said Noooooooo. And i woke up. i think.


Went back to bed after a shower. fragments again.
Dream #2

I was riding my bike and i ran into my friend's dad Hassan who was also riding a bike. He told me "It's about time you get a job already. You can come work at my place we need you there." I said "now? I'm just headed to school right now i can't go with you."
He hesitated and said well it's up to you but we could really use you. I said fine. Nevermind school let's go. I was still contemplating in my mind if i really wanted to do this cus he does have a big restaurant now and they almost only serve meat products. Not sure if i'm up for frying them all day.
Anyway i joined him and the next thing i recall is riding my bike coming from the restaurant's direction towards school. I thought i was with Hassan riding besides me but when i'm thinking of this scene i remember a really big and broad black man riding besides me. Possibly with sunglasses.
There was something really cool about this guy and when i was riding on the Boschdijk there where youth's from school walking around the sidewalks and i saw a lot of people looking at him in awe.

I remember fragments of being at school once. Taking a seat in the middle of the class. Alone.
I was at home and i was telling my mom about my dream with Hassan. I said that he got a job for me. Even tho i only dreamed it im pretty sure he really wants me to work there.

Then i remember going into class again. We where outside going into a Bus. Our classroom was located in a bus. (not 100% sure.. but i think so, atleast something like a bus) I went to sit next to Inge. One seat behind where i sat last time. Atleast i thought i was going to sit next to her cus then i realized i sat next to another girl and Inge was sitting next to her.

Mancon's Dream

I was sleeping in a hotel room when I heard someone shouting "Fire!" in the next room over. I shot up, and rushed to the door. The door wouldn't open. I switched on a light switch, and the lights flickered and went out. Wait a minute...I did a reality check and was relieved to find out I was dreaming.

I stabilized the dream. Now that I knew it was a dream, I completely forgot about the fire, and opened the door with ease.

Across my room was an elevator. I pressed the elevator button, heard a bing, but it didn't open! I could hear a dog barking in the elevator, but the doors weren't budging! I reminded myself it was a dream and managed to open the doors.

A dog came shooting out, and I grabbed him. I didn't want to risk getting stuck in the elevator, and saw a window in the hallway. I held the dog in my arm and jumped out the window.

I was happy to be in a busy city, with tall buildings everywhere. I kept walking until I found a street corner. When I turned the corner, I imagined a bus stop there so I could get to Chichen Itza.

A big green bus was waiting for me there! I stepped inside and told the short bus driver to take me to Chichen Itza. I looked around, trying to find anyone that matched people's descriptions in the project. I was still holding the dog, and people kept coming up to me wanting to pet it. I shouted out to everyone "Hey this is a dream! Lucid dreaming! Dreamviews!" Nobody even bothered to look up.

I stood up, and set the dog down. I walked around the bus examining everyone closely. "This is a dream!" Finally someone looked up, surprised. They were asian and looked exactly like..."fOrceez?" I said.

He held up a notepad he had been drawing on. It was a girl wearing only a bra. I laughed. "fOrceez, your dreaming!" I told him. He refused to believe me, and looked at me sadly.

I couldn't convince him he was dreaming, so I decided to do someone really memorable that he might remember. I punched him right in the face and screamed "I HAD SEX WITH MY TEACHER LAST NIGHT!!"

He looked at me shocked, when I heard a loud BANG. I woke up.

08/04/2011 Thursday morning



***I remember dreaming in a dream, maybe lucid dreaming in a dream…

Dream 1 – (early in the night I think) I was in “my grandmother’s room” (IWL never seen before). A bed was to my right. Something about having a blanket that I was holding all four corners of, and the “ghost” (was like an unseen force) had filled the blanket and was pulling me up, over the bed. I was fighting it to bring it back down and not get pulled away. I managed to do that, and was back on the bed…something about a small stack of books on the bed.

I moved around maybe, and discovered that D was under the covers trying to sleep. I apologized or felt bad, that I had all that going on over him while he was in bed. There was more, that’s all I remember.

Dream 2 – I was sitting on what I thought was a bus, seemed like Seattle, with rows of people in front, behind and to my right. A couple of guys were on my right, and I watched one of them pull a didgeridoo out of a cover, while inserting a cardboard tube (like a wrapping paper tube) into the center of it. I was wondering why he was doing that, and he cut and spread the bottom of the tube in the bottom of the didj. I thought that he was doing that so someone else could play and not get their spit all in his didj.

One of them began playing, and a window like a puppet theater opened in front of us. “They” were putting on an “art” show for us on the bus. I wondered if we were moving, and if everyone was okay with just waiting on the bus and if anyone was concerned about being on time.

I noticed at some point that the seats were now more like chairs, like the sort of egg-shaped melamine chairs with metal legs.

The show was a couple of guys showing various things. At first I saw them show a couple of big mushrooms, that looked like paper mache. Then some crazy visuals, I remember in particular a big copier spinning around behind the guy, as some kind of filler until the rest of the show was ready.

Someone said something like, “You don’t have your line ready yet?” and a woman scrambled to get her part of the show ready. Then I was behind the scenes, and whatever got plugged in, and there was something like a doctor’s examine table in front of me, and three women who were maybe not real, made of plastic-like stuff, somersaulted from and over the examine table and skipped off to my right. I think one was hot pink, one was cyan, and one was yellow.

April 5th, 2011

I'm riding on the bus. It's some sort of field trip with my teacher. We seem to be driving around some fancy-ish neighborhood. It's cloudy. The next parts are all blurred together. I might be getting off the bus, but there's some sort of false awakening (maybe?). Throughout the whole dream I'm listening to some recordings (podcasts?) on my Ipod from Itunes. I'm in my bed. The recordings ore weird. One mentioned something about LSD (I think the recording was telling someone to do marijuana or LSD) and I became really scared. I'm still in my room with my lamp on. I'm listening to some more recordings. One was quiet, but I didn't notice it at first because I'm still on the bus (or with my teacher). The other recordings are about people doing meditation and yoga and stuff. after a while of this blurriness, I drop something on the floor, It goes BOOM and my sister comes in to ask if I'm okay, to which I reply, "yes."

Notes...

It was blurry because it kept switching scenes from my room to the bus. The whole dream was very unstable.

When I was in my room, it seemed very normal, but I was scared throughout the whole dream (because of the mention of marijuana).

When the recording mentioned LSD or Marijuana, it was a mans voice. There was either 1) a man talking to a girl about yoga and meditation and told her to try marijuana and she said something indicating that was a good idea or 2) the girl wasn't in the recording, but the man was talking to her, and i don't know where she was. To some extent, she was part of the recording.

As part of the blurriness, I kept seeing my teacher standing at the front of the bus.

One of the places the bus was for a couple of seconds looked familiar. Actually, everywhere looked familiar. i think the bus turned off some busy street, drove through the fancy neighborhood, and passed a grocery store (?).

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was travelling with a group of people, probably in a big van or a bus. It was daytime, and we seemed to be going along a desert highway or a road in a desert town. The road seemed wide, and there was always a lot of space on either side of the road. There may have been some small hills, as well as occasional houses or other buildings. Everything seemed to glimmer with heat convection.

I watched a commercial airliner pass our vehicle. The plane was huge. It seemed to me that it was way too close to the ground, and that its angle was too steep. It would make sense if the plane were landing. But there didn't seem to be any airport in sight. I thought that the plane was going to crash or crash land.

Not long after that I saw another plane, this one going over the horizon, possibly in something like a barrel roll. I keep waiting, even kind of flinching, for the explosions from the two planes.

The people in the vehicle may have started talking about planes crashing. As they did I saw another passenger airliner seeming to crash over the horizon in front of us. This one had all the markings of a commercial airliner and was white, but it was shaped like a blimp. It may have already been on fire.

We were now at the top of some mesa, looking down over a reddish-brown landscape. The area was supposed to be a big city, I think. But I didn't see any buildings.

The woman who was in charge of our group had stopped the bus here and gone off to get some kind of instructions or directions. I and another man stood out beside the bus, looking down over the mesa.

Suddenly a bomb seemed to go off down below. It must have been a big bomb, but I somehow knew it had been strapped to a suicide bomber. The bomb had no explosion, noo fire or light. There were just three concentric rings of dust that rippled out from the cednter of the "blast."

The rings of dust themselves didn't seem very huge, but they managed to reach us. With the first and second rings, the air temperature became progressively hotter. I then got afraid. I knew how these bombs worked. They were some kind of nuclear bomb. Each ring was a layer of fallout. And the third ring was the worst.

I cringed in anticipation of the third ring. When it hit us, it shook us pretty hard. The air was full of dust and debris. Then the ring passed us. I knew that we had been so far away from the blast that the radioactive effects would not harm us. But it was now obvious that there were a lot of people all over the place committing terrorist activities.

The woman came back to the bus. Her instructions were regarding the terrorist activities. Apparently the people in the bus had been assigned to deal with these terrorists.

One of the men reasoned that since the events occurred in the desert, that we were going to be focusing our work on the west coast. He thought this meant we would be working in California.

I saw the man's face close up. He was kind of pale, with a short, red beard and red hair. He said, "I never wanted to make too big a deal about California, even though I really like it, cause that's where I come from. But I'm glad we'll get to be going there. Don't you think we'll have to work there?"

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID

Well, I was really hoping for a lucid last night...instead, I think I only got semi-lucid. In fact, now that I think back, it didn't feel that strong or vivid at all and I didn't have much control, but I still had awareness.

In the beginning of the dream, as far as I can remember, I was sitting in this giant outdoor food courtyard with my dad, brother, and sister. We were sitting at a cement like bench table. It was dark outside. Suddenly, a giant blue and white bus drives by. My dad points out, "That looks like a Russian bus. Gotta watch out for those." As we're sitting there, we're gradually noticing more and more of those blue and white buses drive by, and they're starting to drive into the courtyard. I ask, "What's happening? Why do they keep coming over here?", to which my dad replies, "Well, this is definitely gonna be in the news."

The dream switches. Now I'm sitting in my bed as if I had just woken up, so I guess it was a false awakening. Like I usually do every morning, I perform a reality check, and I'm surprised to find that I could kind of still breathe through my nose, although it was plugged. I'm even in denial, because this false awakening feels so much like reality. But after a few more RCs, I verify that I'm dreaming.

I tell my mom, who for some reason is standing at the end of my bed, "Yes! I'm dreaming!", and she just laughs at me like I just told the funniest joke.

I had remembered in real life wanting to find a wand and try out some Harry Potter spells, so I jump out of bed, and begin trying to make a wand appear. For some reason my dad was there, at my Mom's house, and he's sitting on the floor. I tell him, "I can get a wand and do magic tricks!", and he says, very matter-of-factly, "Ha, no you can't." I say, "Yes I can, watch!"

I begin searching my pockets and even my pant legs to try and imagine a wand being there. I guess lucidity is beginning to fade at this point, because I randomly burst out, "It's an exclusive Adam Sandler collectible wand." And guess what? I proved my dad wrong by finding this wand, although I'm not sure what it had to do with Adam Sandler at all. It was just a pen...

I say, "See! I told you! Adam Sandler is in my pants!", which, of course, causes me to absolutely crack up, because it was such a 'That's what she said' moment. My dad laughs, too.

Anyways, so I walk out to my living room, confident that it would work. I take the wand, just to notice it had now transformed into a strawberry. This doesn't stop me from trying to cast spells, though. So, there I am, shouting out things like "STUPEFY!" and "IMMOBULUS!", pointing a strawberry at my family members. They laugh at me, and I laugh along.

Now the lucidity had pretty much faded, and I woke up. I'm angry at myself that I didn't try and stabilize it when I had the chance. Grr. I should have eaten that strawberry!