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I'm on a vacation, and there seems to be one of those functions going on where they try to make all the guests mingle and not feel so awkward...but it's a whole nother level. Girls are laying on the ground and we have to lay on top of them and dry hump them to the style o music that was playing. The MC chose whoever we would be paired up with, and I happened to get R (what a small dream world).

They were playing merengue music and I had to do the samba lying on top of her. It was so weird and arousing at the same time. We were both about to explode at the same time but the game ended.


There's this crazy battle going on. It looks like I'm at some ancient Myan ruins. Hundreds of people are here and it seems I'm one of the last people "still alive". The other people who are already "dead" can't do anything other than stand in place.

There was one guy left...I guessed he was a god because he had his own team following him. I'm not sure how the exact combat system worked, but I know we were using magic. I hid in the crowds and picked parts of his team off one by one while making escapes, and finally I took out five of them. The problem was, I was exposed and he knew exactly where I was. I ran up a packed set of stairs while pushing people out of the way but he managed to catch up to me and get me in a hold. He awkwardly started singing "can you feel the love tonight", and I broke the hell out of it turned around and zapped him wih every thing I had. I'm still not sure if this was a game or life and death.

Extra Concerts

Somebody's been adding extra concerts to the program. It's almost concert night already, and we haven't known about the concerts long enough to prepare adequately. The conductor advises us, in lieu of getting the notes right, that we focus just on the rhythms. She sends me and another musician out into the hallway to find a room to do some last-minute practicing. The hallway's crowded, so the other girl pulls me into a practice room. It's small, and there are no windows, so I find myself wondering if she plans to make out with me--though I realize maybe that's wishful thinking.

Even though I'm not a singer, I've been given a part to sing. But there's no music on the page; it's just the words. How am I supposed to learn the song if I haven't been told what the notes are? I try to look around for someone who looks like she knows what she's doing.

Now I'm acting in a demonstration of some kind. I have to improvise my choreography on the spot. It's kind of fun, though, because I have one of those wide brooms. I've always wanted to dance around with a broom. I'm in a department store, and I do some flips over clothing racks. Then it occurs to me that I could pretend to be Harry Potter and fly around on the broom, so I accelerate down an aisle and come crashing into the floor. I think it works pretty well as a stunt. Afterward, Mom tells me that she counted at least nine cool moves in my choreography, which is gratifying. Also, she says she saw one of our neighbors in the audience; maybe I should find him to chat.

I was in my room, and the moonlight was shining into my window. I was listening to KRS-One talk about religion. A lot of it didn't make any sense, and J walked in and asked me about it. I told him I listened to it, but I wouldn't let it have any affect over me.

I'm in some casino, and there are various wheel of fortune winners, and I was trying to convince them they should all get together, and use their money to make more money. I really want to say there was a girl involved that I was flirting with a bit. They declined, and I walked over to a dance floor and waited for them to play something decent. There were people out there battling, and they were c-walking. Their skill level didn't seem all that great, so I was going to slide out there before a friend of mine got completely served.

I slid out there, and started working it, and just like that, the song switched up, and it was one of those 'know the dance' types. It two people facing each other with a person behind each one. They would do some moves and slap each others hands several times and eventually slap the hands of the person behind them. It was kinda cool...but not my thing.

I remember something about being in a basement....watching tv, but the cable cord wasn't plugged in.

There was some other thing going on, and they put me on the spot so I went out there. People were lined up, and my goal was to imitate/out do the style that the person on the other side was doing. It started off with some hip-hop moves, and it was super easy. Then it moved to Spanish music. The first thing was salsa, and I wasn't that great at it, and then it switched up to the samba. I nailed it, and some DC was like "wow he learned that in three steps". When the music stopped playing I shook everyone's hands/gave them a hug.

I was walking off when I noticed I had these powers....well everyone really. I could say "tiny" and shrink down to a few inches in height, and saying "regular" turned me back. I kept doing it back and fourth so I could Jump up, and land on tables that would have normally broken in two. I had some test to do, and it involved sparring with a guy while a laser grid moved around us. Eventually the other guy gave up, but my shrink skills helped me last longer.

Once that was done, someone started yelling "fight'! I saw some guy get thrown through double doors into our area, into a vending machine that was next to a water cooler. This girl was owning him. She grabbed him and stuffed him inside the water bottle and stuffed it inside the machine....pree sure that guy died.

I ran into the next room and said "guy's you gotta stop this chick outside, or she'll lose control". They ignored me, and I ran back out side, only to watch him (she was some black guy now) owning people in the crowd. Most of the people were just afraid of him after seeing what he did, and never really tried to fight him. He was knocking them out of the way like a football player. I noticed one problem though. He was really slow.

Eventually he came after me, and I didn't back down. I used my shrinking skills to dodge his punches and went back to regular size when I was behind him due to his effort of swings. I got punched one time while blocking with my arms crossed, and it sent me into the air, and things seemed to slow down. I landed on my feet, and decided to try one last ditch effort to take this guy out.

He rushed at me, swinging with all his might, and I yelled "tiny", shrunk down, yelled "regular" and turned around. I laughed at the fact this guy still was using the same basic moves. He swung at me one more time, and as soon as he did, I yelled "big". I gained about three feet, and a a lot of muscle mass. I caught his fist, pushed it down by his side, and grabbed his ankle and tossed him back and fourth like a rag doll. Each slam had concrete flying up from the ground. When I was done he got up again, and I jumped up, got him in a scissors leg lock in mid air, and barrel rolled. It was something like a side-waysfrankensteiner. During the roll, everything went into super slow motion, and I could see the guy throwing up on my legs while spinning. It looked grossly amazing.

New Digs (8:33)

I'm exploring an outdoor area in a game. There are shiny, giant river rocks buried in the dirt. One of them you can pick up and add to your inventory; the rocks are worth something. It surprises me that there are so many other rocks available--if they make it that easy to make money, inflation will skyrocket. I'm still contemplating the patch of ground when someone else comes by and tries to pick up another rock, a differently colored one. It doesn't work. I laugh and point out that the rock is much bigger than it looks. Together we brush off some of the dirt to see that it's far to big to pick up and add to your inventory. Ah, so that's how the game developers solved it.

Later, I brush off some more dirt, and two beer canisters come rolling out from where they were buried. These canisters are three or four feet long and about as wide around as a typical beer bottle. They must have been left behind by the previous campers. Well, they're ours now, and I'm sure we'll make good use of them.

Still later, I'm looking around the cabin with my new roommates. I remember the beer canisters and I go back to where I found them, in a corner of the room. I find two more canisters, and soon after, I find the original ones, as well. I distribute them to people around the house, then wonder whether it may have been a mistake to break out the alcohol so soon. Another girl is giving me a worried look that says she's wondering the same thing, so I try to reassure her (and myself) that it'll be fine.

I declare to my friends that I believe I've "met the room." You see, I've been feeling stressed and out of sorts, and I think it's probably just from the change of circumstances to this new home. Now that I've had a look around it, I have a much clearer idea of where everything is, and hopefully I'll start feeling more comfortable. But as soon as I say so, I realize that I'm still not clear on a lot of the details. I take another look at the cabinets around the walls, opening them one at a time to see what's inside. Some of them might be wardrobes for my roommates, and I avoid those, because looking in there would be a bit rude. When I get to the kitchen, I'm surprised to find that the cabinet directly above the sink is not actually a cabinet at all. When you open the door, you just see a space between the two neighboring cabinets, and a little triangle where the roof comes together at an angle. Not very well-insulated, to be sure, but it's attractive in a rustic kind of way.

I take a look at our computer network. The operating system is basically just a UNIX shell with a blocky monospace font. Somehow I find myself in the directory of my onetime girlfriend (who's one of my new roommates), and I notice that she has folders named "SAIL," "Manchester," etc. [These are videos made by "Nanalew" on YouTube. Obviously I've never met her, but somehow my mind conflated her with my old girlfriend.] It's cool, somehow, seeing those directory names. It somehow invokes the idea of working hard to make something really cool.

I feel like I should get to work on my homework assignments soon. I know I have them, and it's not an overwhelming amount of work, but I've been chilling out and doing peripheral things for so long that I might be in trouble if I don't get started soon. I'm feeling a bit stressed, which makes me sad, because, of course, my current life goal is not to feel stressed. I go back into the main room and tell my old girlfriend about it. She sympathizes, and she recommends that I take a "two-thousand word nap."

"A what?" I ask. She explains that it's some bad advice that she read somewhere about what to do when you're stressed about homework. I suppose a two-thousand word nap must be between five and ten minutes, and the reason it's bad advice is because when you're up at four a.m. to finish a paper, if you go to sleep at all, you might not wake up again before morning.

While she's looking the other way, I contemplate how lucky it is that she's sort of back in my life again. I wonder if she'll be at all interested in cuddling when we're doing homework together, or what have you. I'm pretty sure everyone would agree that cuddling is better than not cuddling, but maybe she would want to avoid it because it would make it seem like we're dating again.

I go into another room of the house, where there's swing music playing. Nobody's there except one woman, who shows me a new move called the "Haymitch" [or something like that]. I have no idea if I'm doing it right, but it seems to involve standing shoulder-to-shoulder and pointing with your outside hands. I decide that's enough of that and take my leave to go to another part of the room. On a whim, I dance a bit by doing a hopping move for four beats in a row. Afterwards, I feel it went surprisingly smoothly. Maybe I would actually be good at swing dancing.

Frags:

• something about ballroom dancing, maybe

06.08.2012

I'm a Dancer (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember being a dancer in a huge dance company. Instead of large rooms where people practiced, it looked like we practiced on a gated field full of sand. I remember having a partner. He was oddly familiar, and had brown or black hair. He was a surprisingly good dancer.

Whenever we practiced, some sort of light shown on places I should put my hands and feet at for the next dance move and where I should be positioned. I told my dance partner that I was afraid I would do horribly in the competition without those lights. He told me that it would be easier than i thought.

At some point during the dance, my partner and I transitioned to a dance move where I jumped onto him and did a handstand on his shoulders, so that I was upside down in te air. I was holding (or rather pushing) on his shoulders and he was holding onto mine. We had to keep that pose for a couple of seconds but had trouble keeping it.

Towards the end of the dream I remember that my focus was "switched" off of me to one of my friends. Meaning it was like I was seeing what this friend was seeing and thinking what she was thinking.

Somehow I went up missing (my body did). I still had the viewpoint of my friend. She brought her other friends to go look for me. Eventually, they found me under a pile of sand. In the dream I thought that I was either trying to suffocate myself or someone dropped sand onto me.

I can't remember the rest of the dream.

06.08.2012

Lonely (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I remember a fragment of one of my dreams. I remember being angry at my two sisters about something in the dream, and it made me feel lonely. I remember carrying my laptop up to my room (it was actually my old room in the dream) and putting it down on the bed. I was frustrated also about the summer reading I had to get done.

That was when I was shocked awake by some thunder.

Non-Dream Dream Lucid Dream

Dream 1:

I am in a very evil place. I am not sure if I belong here as I am kind of on the fence between being good / evil. It looks like an apartment complex being renovated. I have an absolutely amazing stripper all to myself. She has dark hair and is very tall. She tells me that she works directly with the big boss so I can have her always (?!?).

Dream 2:

I am at some wedding in a casino where two groups are sharing the same reception area. The bride (a young black woman) comes up to me and says "I'm doing two dances today: one with my dad and one with you." I get up and leave when she turns away because I don't want to dance in front of everyone.

I find some people after walking away from the wedding and I start teaching them how to fly. The act of flying renders me lucid. They ask if you have to flap your arms like wings and I say "it helps at first but it is not necessary." Then I show them that I can do it without flapping my arms. I start losing the dream so I yell "clarity" but it is too late.

Dream 3:

I am playing a very strange card game with lots of clubs - I recall having a King and Ace of clubs in one hand. My brother beats everyone with a pair of 8's. MF from work is in the game too. There are tons of strippers / hookers.

Dream 4:

I am in high school I think and I'm at a party. I am wearing some fat guys incredibly smelly jacket and I'm making everyone smell it. I think there might have been some drug use in the dream.

Black means non lucid
Orange means semi lucid
Blue means lucid
Red means dream characters talking
Purple means possible shared dreaming person
Green means notes

Got it? Great! Enjoy.

Dream #1 Tickling Fiesta.

Im in a huge hotel suite with a bunch of college chicks. There are all different mixtures of women in the hotel room. There is this one girl wearing a Jason Vorhees mask, walking up to the girls and making that whispering sound like in the Jason flicks. She wiggles her fingers as she does it, i guess to let them know she is about to tickle them. She tickles this blond girl while she was on her celphone talking to someone. The girl in the Jason mask tickles her like there is no tommorrow. The blond girl begs her to stop screaming and laughing at the same time. I get up laughing from the couch and head to the kitchen to look for something to eat. After i close the fridge, The girl with the Jason Vorhees mask starts approaching me, wriggling her fingers as she walks slowly towards me.

I tell her to chill as i am getting serious and start backing up in the corner. Other girls walk in egging her on even more yelling..
"DO IT, DO IT, TICKLE HIM, TICKLE HIM!"
The girl in the Jason mask tickles me all over until i wake up laughing in my bed.

Dream #2 Wow, how did you do that?

Im now in a basement at a table with a bunch of the college girls from my previous dream.
We are all sitting around playing cards listening to music, i believe Jimi Hendrix purple haze was playing in the background. One of the girls (Who kinda looks like Sandra Bullock) asked me if i can come outside with her for a min while she smokes her Cigarette. We sit outside on the porch, its night time. She says..
"I love a good smoke and staring up at the stars." Its so beautiful up there.
"Yes it is." Hey let me show you something. I take my finger, and draw up in the night skies. I draw a man and a woman holding hands running across the Skies.
"Wow that is Amazing!"
I then take my finger and draw two birds flying off in the distance.
"Wow, how did you do that?"
"Im an artist, and i like to express my creativity. She gives me a seducing look up and down while puffing her Cigarette and says..
"Mmmhmm i see."
We stare up into the night skies and the dream fades.

Dream #3 Stoned with chicks.

Im in a clouded room getting stoned with a bunch of chicks. (Don't smoke anymore in RL) They are dancing and laughing away all while some Reggaeton music is playing in the background. (Thats all i remember from that dream)

Final dream: Sweetest Taboo.





Im in a bedroom making out with this Carribean chick. That song Sweetest Taboo by Sade is playing in the background. The woman looked carmel complexion, had long sandy brown curly hair, big beautiful brown eyes and full lips. After we both finish satisfying eachother with foreplay and sex, we both roll over and lay there catching our breaths. We look over at eachother and start laughing. The dream fades and i wake up.

Notes: Im happy that i remembered all that i did. Though i could've remembered more. The 2nd dream, i clearly was somewhat lucid..but i won't mark this as a lucid dream. Overall can't complain, its always good getting a little action with the ladies.

On holiday for a few days with the fam, with pretty shoddy recall apart from this first night, where I remembered two:

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2/4/12

I'm going to a rave, but make a stop at my mate's house [though it looked nothing like it]. Once inside the club, I see various friends, old and new, and begin to get drunk. By the end of the night, I'm dancing with a girl I used to know [but in no way find attractive] but in an old fashioned, no-touching way. Any sudden advances I make are quickly parred away, as if it were the 1940s, so I stay back and skank unnecessarily to the jazz music being played. I'm wearing sunglasses at this point, looking like a complete fool, and it doesn't come as a surprise when I think I hear people laughing at me.

It's nearly the end of the night and I'm getting frustrated by the lack of acknowledgement I've been getting, so I spin the girl round to face me in an attempt to bring her in closer. This doesn't work, and instead I get lightly told off. Conceding, I peck her on the lips and leave the club - but not before someone from my old school walks past me with wearing no underwear.

All my friends have left at his point, and the night is coming to an end. I can't remember any of the night, despite not being that drunk, and I realise my mistake at not finding something to drop. I return to my mate's house, but it's empty. I ring my friends to no avail, so go to bed. Suddenly, one of the friends I tried to ring is in the bed next to mine, and starts talking.

What's really interesting is that the room was the same as the one I was staying in that night (on holiday) and on waking up in the morning, I still believed my friend was in the next bed for at least 2 to 3 minutes. A reverse false awakening of sorts.

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I'm in a kitchen of a flat in my uni accommodation with a friend of mine and several random metalheads. We're eating pizza, but not just ANY pizza, this pizza's musical. Each slice corresponds to a section of the song that's playing in the background, and you're restricted to eating only the corresponding slice when it's played.

When everyone leaves, I begin to flirt with a girl I've never met about cheese. I'd love to know what I said specifically, but whatever it was, she was loving it. I go back to her room briefly, and put her block of cheese on her windowsill [no, that's not a euphemism], still flirting strong.

Once I've left, I walk up some stairs to the main part of uni, past a huge crowd of people returning from a football match. My old head of sixth form begins to give a speech on a stage in the middle of the crowd, which soon gets overrun by students in a flash mob. Almost spontaneously, however, some pick up guitars and begin to play together.

There is a religious Hindu festival with singing, dancing and colorfull decorations. Kind of repetitive so I cannot remember the order in which things happened.

A bit more luck with recall this time. Remembered to do a mnemonic trick and remind myself to remember my dreams in the morning. For some reason I haven't done this for a few nights.

It’s either Christmas or new year’s. I’m walking towards my parents place. The others are coming in the morning, and I’m thinking we are probably just going to watch a movie and go to sleep. There are weird lights in the sky, one long horizontal one and three shorter vertical ones. As I watch the horizontal one moves to the left and I figure it’s and airplane. The other three are lights from the city. It’s winter and there’s snow. Down the road I see some kids shooting fireworks. They run away before I get there.

I arrive to my destination. There are some presents I’ve forgotten to give some of my friends. The names on the boxes are chinese. It’s too late now, and I open one of them, with French cheese in it. There is some blue cheese in the middle and I try to avoid it. I take a piece of one of them. It transforms into a piece of cake while I’m eating.

I go out and there’s a party going on. There are a lot of people standing in an open area and talking, and there’s some food. I talk to one of them and N goes in to get something. Some folky music starts to play and I sing along a the first two lines as people start dancing. I’m going along untill N reminds everyone to “do the thing with the hands”. Everyone but me seems to know what this means and do add some hand thing to the dance. I have no idea what this is about so I’m not dancing anymore.

This video was posted the night before this dream on reddit.
It got me really curious about Burning Man and I read up on it before going to bed.


I'm driving home.
I decide to take the country road, which I love.
It's nearly always empty and is full of corners with very good visibility.
In other words it's quite safe to drive really fast, and you barely ever go over the speed limit doing so.

A village is coming up so I attempt to slow down, but something is wrong.
The brakes are fading... badly!
I'm going downhill struggling to stop, the brakes aren't biting.
I enter the village quite a bit too fast but manage to come to a full stop after quite some distance.

What happened? I haven't had any brake fading since I changed to aftermarket brakes, and I wasn't even pushing them that hard.
Plus brakes don't just loose all their bite that quickly, they would have gradually started fading.
I get out of the car to check on the brakes and the pads are quite literally on fire.

No way... I try to recall if I was racing, but even if I was this couldn't possibly happen.
I get back in the car still trying to remember my driving, and start driving slowly to cool the brakes down.
I can't seem to recall my driving at all.

And then it hits me. I'm dreaming!
I immediately remember Burning Man and decide to go there.
I close my eyes, and imagine myself walking on the Playa.
Why did I close my eyes? I can teleport with my wings, this seems unsafe.

I open my eyes and find myself already at Burning Man.

"Huh... that was easy..."

I notice a woman in front of me, staring at me quite intensely.

"No, it wasn't. I brought you here."

Interesting.
I scan her aura to see if it is Faye messing with me, but I quickly realize it is not her.
It's the "hibiscus girl": Another mysterious woman / Emotional and sensory overload - Dream Journals - Lucid Dreaming - Dream Views
The last two times she was wearing clothes with a hibiscus drawn on them, but this time she's wearing the actual flower behind one of her ears.

"Well... hello there."
"Come!"

She grabs my hand and drags me away.
She blinks the both of us a considerable distance ahead, and we end up in a location where people have set up all sorts of art pieces.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

I investigate all the pieces carefully.
They are very different from each other, but every one is beautiful in its own individual way.
There's everything from over-sized mechanical spiders shooting flames to tiny crystal sculptures.

She grabs my hand again, and gives me this look that clearly states that she is in control.
This is the second time she just dragged me into another dream.
I don't really mind, because I find her very interesting, and her presence is... quite arousing.
She's extremely attractive and quite sensual.
I'm drawn towards her.
But I sill feel the need to be at least partially in control of what is going on.

"We're going to climb that sculpture"

She points at a tubular structure.
I resist the dragging and she looks at me.
I stare deeply into her eyes and grab strongly onto her arm.

"No, we're not. We're going dancing."

I smile, and pull her to a new location through my eyes, the way she has done it to me before.
I get us into some sort of club they have constructed here.
There's a center pillar giving support to a huge tent.
We stand on a small platform attached to it, a few meters above the ground.
There's neon-lights everywhere, in all kinds of colors, lighting the place up.
Some follow the rhythm of the music.
They are playing vocal trance. (A bit like this starting at 2:30)



The girl is visibly surprised that I just dragged her here.

"Dance with me!"

She's unsure for a second but then smiles.

"Sure"

She leans her back against me and we dance slowly to the very atmospheric music.
I really enjoy it. She smells very nice... it reminds me of lavender.
She brushes through my hair with her fingers... I wish I had such good hair in waking life.
The flashing of the lights turns my vision slightly blurry.
She turns around and closes here eyes.
She moves in for a kiss, and it's absolutely magnificent.
I feel full of energy.

I can feel how much she is enjoying this.
But then something startles her.
She looks at her hands and starts fading away.
She manages to look at me one last time before she completely disappears.

I decide that she must have woken up, how unfortunate.
My vision is blurry as well, I need to get out of here and stabilize.

I teleport outside where it is dusk now.
I rub my hands vigorously to stabilize the dream.

I walk along a path with more sculptures on both sides.
I meet many people, all very different from each other.
They're all extremely nice, everyone is smiling and says hi.
I wonder if Burning Man is anything like this in waking life.

Some guy explains to me how to build these tubular structures and I end up helping him extend one of his sculptures.

Woke up for my lecture this morning, wrote down my dream, fell asleep, woke up again with another dream in mind, realised I had missed most of my lecture, got some more sleep and finally woke up with a third dream - which is a great result compared to my usual 1 per night. My second and third were particularly memorable, so I'm glad I gave myself a lie in
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12/2/12
I'm home from my lifeguarding job [which I was fired from a long time ago] and my house is busy with dozens of random people. I look for my boss's wife to give her something [curry, I think it was]. Later, as I play with my dog, Reggie, he nibbles along my arm, leaving some sort of yellow dye [which I, for some reason, dismiss as normal] . I go to the living room of my house, where my dad and sister watch a rugby match, which a strange man proceeds to parachute onto.
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I'm on a beach in a film, and some guys nearby are annoyingly throwing sand. As I approach them, and the hole they're standing in, they leave. In the hole is a folder full of papers, which I throw away. However, a phone nearby rings and tells me to retrieve the folder, as well as to destroy the hole. Without question I do what I'm told, yet the tide begins to come in fast.

Soon the water is neck-height, and I search around for the folders (of which there are now two) with the help of my mum and sister. As we struggle against the waves we lose a lot of pages, before finally reaching the back wall of the beach. It's then that I realise all of my stuff is underwater, much to my frustration.
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At uni, me and several friends run for a bus to take us to a gig. Once on, everyone takes ages sorting out payment for the bus, making the driver wait, due to high levels of intoxication. Chemical Fires by Tides of Man comes on the bus's speakers [which would be great in real life] and I began to sing along. Very loudly.
http://youtu.be/JEW5gMqhid0
Everyone seems to enjoy watching me drunkenly sing, and sometimes shout, to the rest of the public on the bus. As the chorus is in a 3/4 time signature, a girl begins to waltz with me. At the end of the song I scream the final words and, suddenly worried I'll be kicked off the bus, return to my seat.

Two friends (one from uni, one from school) provide the follow up act: one beatboxes a strange mixture of banjos and club house, while the other dances frantically (and almost dangerously). This act of extreme inebriation is enjoyed immensely by everyone on the bus, until the two performers collapse on top of each other and throw up everywhere

I'm in a meeting, I have a feeling it's a company I might be working for. The meeting takes place in a large room with tables in groups of two and I'm sitting with a someone I know. We are asked to divide to groups of four, and me and my friend team up with another group of two. We are asked to prepare a dancing number, ballroom dancing. There are two males and two females so it's perfect.

We go outside and practice a bit of waltz. My partner is a lot shorter than me, so it's not easy. When we go back inside, the meeting is over and we help with putting the tables in their original order. Someone flips a switch and sunlight gets in trough fiber optic cables.

01/09/2012
Dream Fragment One
I was boarding a train, but I can't remember where I was supposed to be going. What I did come to find out was that I'd gotten onto the wrong, and the one I was on was heading 'non-stopped' to Australia (which made perfect sense. ). I began to panic a bit, thinking that I was going to be stuck on this train for God knows how long. But, not too far from where we'd boarded, we came to another station, where I was able to hop onto a different train and head back the other way. For some reason (probably because I didn't have a ticket for this new train), I had to share an 'undercarriage' beneath the train - which had about as much room as the space beneath an 18-wheeler's trailer. There were a few other people down there, and we were holding on for dear life, to the small planks that separated us from the train tracks which were whizzing by, beneath us. With the way we had to hold onto the planks, I kept getting nervous that my fingers were going to get caught in the wheels and severed.

Dream Two
"Two Left Feet"

I remember being in an apartment complex type of setting. There were a few women there, who were around my age, and a couple of little kids that were running around the area. I was having a lot of fun, playing with the kids, and this one girl - in particular - was really checking me out. She seemed to be watching how I interacted with the kids, and by the huge smile on her face, I could see that she approved. Later, I was at a nightclub and saw her in the crowd. When she noticed me, she grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dancefloor, just as "Ice Ice Baby" came on. We just laughed at how corny the song selection was and danced to it, anyway.

While we were dancing, I kept having problems because it seemed like random things were just cluttering up the dancefloor, and I kept stepping on them. First it was a broom, that had hap-hazzardly made its way onto the floor. Then, once I was able to navigate clumsily around that, I somehow got my foot stuck into a pillow case. What had once been an attempt to dance now simply turned into me trying to get the damned pillowcase off of my foot, to no avail.

01/10/2012
"Illusionista"

There was a crazy alien invasion scenario going on. (Unfortunately, I lost most of the details of the dream.) It was all very intense, and dramatic, with lots of emotional moments between myself and my friends and family. I don't remember too much about the nature of the aliens, themselves, aside from their larval form; they were these small, centipede-like bugs that would burrow into our skin, wherein they would multiply and eventually take over the person's mind, which them became the 'host'. There was an extremely horrific scene in which some of us - myself included - were forced to take knives to our own bodies and cut these parasites out of our flesh (much like in the movie The Ruins), to keep from becoming completely controlled.

Sometime later, I also remember an extremely emotional moment, when I was with my mom, and we were trying to get out of town as the aliens were destroying everything. We were looking back toward the city, and watching an enormous mushroom cloud swell up from where we'd once called home. My mom was sobbing at all we'd lost, and I was trying to console her.

Later, still, we'd come to find out that the entire scenario was an illusion. It was forced upon us by some crazy powerful witch, or something. I can't remember how we'd done it, but we were able to defeat her, and got her locked up in an asylum for the criminally insane. She was being wheeled away on a gurney, and, once she got passed a certain point - and deeper within the bowels of the asylum, she broke free and tried to launch some sort of counter-attack from the inside. She transformed, showing us her true figure, which was human from the torso up, but had the enormous abdomen of an insect. We'd gotten into a final battle, down in a dungeon-esque corner of the building, and were able to inject her with something from a syringe, which made her inhuman abdomen swell up even bigger than it was. Inevitably, it burst, splattering a thick, translucent liquid all over us and the room. After that, though she was still alive, the witch was apparently unable to continue her fight.