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Fragment:

1. Matt shows me the extra DXM pills.

A Young'un Party

I find myself wandering around in a half-foresty half-civilized area, possibly blind during segments, but always having the ability to see. I eventually find myself at a younger girl's birthday party. Everybody's a freshman or so, and I imagine they're all David's friends. At some point during the party, I see that we're all dressed up, and I try to help a David/Bjorn mixture person pin on a regular tie. We go to a dance, but I show up basically in the last song. I'm in these weird suspenders. I'm not sure if I have a partner or not.

Alright, so a lot of things about this dream should've definitely clued me in.

Race for the Prize

I'm in this race, though it doesn't seem clear what type of race it is. It's around an oval stadium track. I run the race by rolling a lot, a la Zelda. I look on the screen and see another guy rolling a ton, going really fast. I also see myself get blown up, my headless body being dragged off the course casually. This freaks me out, as I begin to think I've died and am a ghost.

First dream about dying I've had in a while.

Fragments:

1. Matt shows me Merzbow.
2. Something about LL Cool J being a psycho.

I'm really pretty unsure if both of these were actually dream fragments, or if they were actually just an imagination trip. I suppose one blends into the other when it comes to dreams, eh?

A Stroll in Chicago

I'm walking the streets of "Chicago" (actually, Lafayette, near Matt's neighborhood) with Jasmyn and Micah. Eventually, the police give us a phone call about giving rides. Some old guy talks about that.

I really wish I remembered this dream better, but it was in my first sleeping period of the night. I honestly don't remember the police phone call or the old guy very much at all. I just remember where we were walking.

Mall to Steven's to Party

I'm walking through an alternate version of the mall that has a clearance sale of arcade games and stuff. There's actually a Mega Man skeeball game (maybe a Sonic one, too?). Around this time, I find myself in Steven's apartment. I'm analyzing a particular glowing green pattern of lines. I'm attracted to Ashley, who happens to be there as well. Over time, the room changes (though I still believe this to be the same dream). I'm hanging around drinking vodka with Lance, at least two guys and two girls. A girl admires me while I drink the vodka. I get pretty heavily drunk and sit there. Someone tells me to wait it out. I notice that a guy and girl are fucking on this object (either a cooler or a small table). After this, the other guy takes over with the girl. They have stand-up sex while she lowers herself onto his penis. Eventually, I find myself in her place (and Lance in his), with Lance's dick sliding into my ass. He fucks me standing up (I'm pretty much oblivious and drunk) and he lets out a load moan as he comes. I tell him he should be more quiet, since my parents are around. We decide to leave the party discreetly. We're stopped briefly by my mom, who seems to slightly suspect something. We walk around what in reality is Matt's neighborhood. I'm a little worried about driving drunk, but we get in the car anyway. I reflect that I've heard alcohol suppresses REM sleep, and I hope I'll still remember the dreams I'll have tonight.

Damn it! That last thought should've been a dead giveaway. Anyway, this dream was pretty interesting, as there were a number of spontaneous scene changes, though aspects of the dream remained constant. The part where I was staring at the green line pattern was very abstract. For some reason, I felt it had some connection with directions on a map (as in, the line between Point A and Point B on Google Maps), but the pattern kept changing, sometimes even becoming dashed or incomplete.

When I woke up this morning, I really didn't remember any aspects of my dreams at all, but I followed some advice I'd heard and just laid there for a while. From minute to minute, I would remember new aspects of the dreams (especially the latter one), and I'd jot down keywords. In this way, I basically reconstructed the second dream entirely from memory, when no conscious memory existed to begin with.

Fragments:

1. I was traveling out in the cornfields with Matt.
2. Jasmyn posts on Facebook that she is now "with it."
3. I'm talking to Matt. He asks me some sort of question, or the conversation goes in some direction, and I mention that I tend to dream about two people most often: him and Jasmyn. He asks me why I think that is. I tell him that I tend to dream about the people that I care about. He acts surprised.
4. I buy presents for my brother in sister and they turn out to be really lame. I think I got Micah drumsticks and Kristy something similarly-shaped.

Frustrated Ball

Jasmyn gets pregnant by sleeping with a random unremembered guy at a party when she was drunk. I get really angry and we fight hardcore, including some physical pushing and stuff in class. Chelsea and Erica (her friends) are disgusted by my immaturity. There's a class downstairs taught by a Mr. Walker-esque male. Eventually, we rehearse for a ball or choir performance of sorts. I'm dancing near Jasmyn with no idea of what the fuck I'm doing. I'm eventually dancing with this really cute girl that I hit it off with, and I can see Jasmyn's frustration. I give her and Jasmyn mixtapes while dancing, and Jasmyn smiles.

Break. This dream showed a number of the recurring aspects of my dreams, including the thought of being back in school with a schedule, my feelings about the separation with Jasmyn and her "sexual exploits," my discomfort about how her friends think about me, and my interest in finding someone else to love. In particular, I remember three dreams in the recent past in which I found someone else. Thankfully, there was a happy "ending" (more just a cut-off in memory) to this dream, where my friendship with Jasmyn was reconfirmed. This dream may tie in to the fragment about Jasmyn I had, covered above.

Cocaine Wars

I'm walking down the highway with some other people, analyzing how to get onto I-65 to get to Indianapolis. We snort some coke on the highway, and it's good. Some cops come by and stop. The guy next to me quickly slips his coke stash into my pocket, and I frantically search for a place to stuff the coke while we're ordered to strip, finally finding a little fold in the ground. The police strip search all of us by the side of the road. Break. Eventually, I am wandering the countryside naked, looking for my friends.

Break. I swear, cocaine has shown up in my dreams more than any other drug, and I've never done it. On the contrary, I smoke pot everyday (in fact, often before bedtime), and I literally remember no dreams about pot that I've ever had. Of course, there's the whole nakedness aspect that shows up in many people's dreams, as well. I have a feeling that this dream ties into the countryside fragment with Matt somehow, which may in turn connect to the conversation fragment with him. After these two dreams, I woke up and jotted them down, then returned to bed.

Tree Dilemma

Before the following dream, I had somewhat-spontaneous thoughts about lying in a doctor's office, with the doctor caressing me. My mind would fly around to different ideas. Every now and then, I'd catch myself in the ideological swirl and try to focus on lucidity, but I don't remember at any point being lucid within what I would consider to be a dream.

I was required to complete a number of tasks as Bilbo for 40 points in a quiz/task game involving Matt C and Chris H. The final task is to scale a tree to get to a window to get to what's inside (an hourglass, a la the Zelda commercial?). I scale the tree, but it's tall as fuck and I'll have to jump to make it to the window. I reflect that Bilbo wrote about the illusion of height. I decide against jumping. During my time in the tree, I hear a quote on the radio about introducing people to new music (High Fidelity-esque). In a higher reality (was I in a dream within a dream?) Jasmyn smiles and thinks about me while I put a poster on the wall of the same room (telepathy? alternate future?). Back in the tree, the police arrive and I get the fuck out of the tree. I run and hide behind a fence while a nearby cop looks for me. I accidentally make a noise. He heads toward me. I pull out my gun, cock it, and....imagine a number of ways to dispose of him, then wake up.

What a weird dream! First off, there's revolving identity, in which at one point I am Bilbo, and at another point, I am Ryan remembering the words of Bilbo. There are little implantings of my everyday thoughts (Zelda hourglass, High Fidelity, police) throughout the dream. Most interestingly, there's the whole section where there's a sort of higher-level dream (a la Inception) that is ideologically connected to the dream within a dream, but this higher level also involves my ability to read Jasmyn's thoughts. I don't remember any appearance of this higher dream, aside from what I mentioned, so I'm fairly sure that my dream-within-a-dream construct was only imagined (an imagined dream within a dream, wow!). And of course, the fucking police show up...typical. I'm always smoking pot in public, so the police are a constant entity in my mind. There's just something really iconic about a police car to me. Interestingly enough, the end of the dream melds with my imagination (is this normal or is this just a function of every dream? in essence, can you imagine different courses of action for a dream with that still being the body of the dream, rather than imagination?). I'm beginning to wonder if I should color-code my imagination sections, or if that would be redundant. Certainly, the thoughts leading up to a dream are imagination rather than dream-body.

I didn't record right when I woke up, so these are just fragments.

1- School Dance
I am getting into the backseat of my mom's minivan, and my dad is about to drive me to a dance that is apparently going on. My brother and sister are also in the car, sitting in the middle seats. At some point I had reached into my pocket and found a plastic baggy that had pot in it, and I didn't want anyone to know. As I pass my brother to get into the backseat, the plastic baggy crinkles very loudly, as if there is a microphone on it or something. My brother thinks it is food, and so he sticks out his hand as though he wants me to give him some. "It's just an empty wrapper," I tell him. When we get to the school, I enter into the foyer, and a faculty member is asking to check my pockets. I am relieved when I don't have to turn them out, but merely show him what is inside. I obviously leave the plastic baggy in and show him everything else. "Actually, I'm gonna need to see that pocket" he says, and before I can run out the door, he grabs me and I yell.
FYI, I don't smoke pot. Just a dream. lol

2- Killer Queen
I am at a piano, and the sheet music to Killer Queen is on the stand. My friend is next to me holding her own music as well. I begin to play the first chords, but someone behind me asks me to wait. I obey, and glance over at my friend's music. Instead of reading normally, it is reversed, like in a mirror. I ask her why it is like that, and she tells me it is a photocopy, and I accept the notion that everything that is photocopied comes out in a mirror version. This is all I remember, and I'm angry that I didn't recognize an obvious dream sign.

I was at work and I saw a bunch of childeren running around like it was a feild trip or something. I felt like I was responsable for them. I did not ever become Lucid in this one BTW. I went into a back room where I saw an old friend of mine from HS and she was putting a bunch of weed inside of bags. This is weird because I don't smoke the stuff now. I used to all the time back then, I kind of grew out of it I guess. AW, I asked her to smoke some with me and she did and I was really high in my dream. After spending what seemed like an hour with her back there, I suddenly realized that I had left the children unattended! I paniced, jumped up and ran out of the room. The whole time I actully felt paranoid like I used to back then when we would skip school and get high. I ran though a series of doors (still at my current work place) and came into a big warehouse to find the kids all swinging and climbing 20 feet in the air on the very dangerous pallet racks. In the middle of the room was my Father telling me how disappointed with me he is for not taking care of the kids. I argued for a sec and and said he was not any better for allowing them to do what they were doing right that second. Than, I started to notice that he was still talking and it was like he was part of one of those "truth about smoking MJ comercals" so I laughed and woke up. As I layed in bed I remember mt dream and asked myself "wht the hell would I dream about these things?" I like comments and Ideas of why I would dream like this. Go ahead.

I was at school. I was sitting in the classroom. Tigress was sitting right to my left as she usually is, and there were two computers in front of me. One of them was the crappy school computer which was turned off. The other computer was my laptop, which was turned on. I looked at the screen and it displayed a list of dreams I have recorded. I didn't pay any attention to that, I just figured I was logged onto Dreamviews or Mortal Mist… although the screen didn't look like either of them. My attention was more focused on the paper I had in front of me. It was a character information sheet. It looked much like a character sheet for characters in Dungeons and Dragons, but that's not what it was for. This character sheet was to design characters for the games we would be making for our capstone projects. I wrote the name of the character I was designing on the top of the sheet. Trina. Good.

While I was filling out the form, the instructor was up at the front of the room talking about what goes into a good game. I was listening with half my mind, as I had heard all of this information so many times before I thought I could recite it line for line. I started writing in the description of Trina's appearance. I heard the instructor had stopped talking. I looked up and saw he was right beside my chair looking at me. He said I needed to be paying attention, not working on that. I said it was class work I was working on, not random stuff. I showed him the character sheet. He said I could do that as homework, but I should pay attention. He said he didn't like it when students were ignoring him. I said I hadn't been ignoring him. I recited, practically word for word, what he had just said before coming over to me. He didn't seem to know what to respond to that, so he just said again for me to put the paper away. I said that after the number of classes he has had me in he should know perfectly well that I can multi-task. He repeated again to put the paper away. I was annoyed as I slipped the paper into my folder. The instructor went back to the front of the class and continued talking. I continued working on the paper, but I kept the folder down in my lap so he wouldn't see it. It was much harder to write like that…

It was now break time. All of us got up from our seats and went out of the classroom to take a break. Tigress and I headed across the street to the Albertsons across the street. As we walked over, we mutually complained about the instructor and how he can be an ass sometimes and how annoying he can be sometimes. We went into Albertsons. Tigress needed to buy a few things. I followed her as she chose out her items. I was still complaining a bit about the instructor, though I had pretty much vented all that out. The intercom of the store interrupted the song on the radio and said the prescription for Raven Knight was ready at the pharmacy. Prescription? What prescription? I headed over to the pharmacy, not sure what to expect.

Tigress followed me over to the pharmacy. I went to the pharmacist and asked what prescription was ready for Raven Knight. She said it was a loaf of loaf. I did a double take… a loaf of what? She said it was a loaf of the drug called Loaf. I just stared at her with what must have been a blank look on my face. A drug called Loaf? I remembered Loaf was a user on Dreamviews… not a drug… She said she would get the prescription. She went to the back and then came back up. She had a plastic bag with a loaf of bread in it. The bread looked like it was some kind of fruit bread. There were a couple of slices already off of the loaf, but the rest was a whole loaf. The pharmacist told me that half a slice of the bread is a single dose, so I should make sure to take that much every day. She said if I prefer it that way, add butter. Half a slice seemed like so little… well, I would see how it went.

I opened the bag of bread and took out a slice. I took a bite. It was very good! I could taste the fruit in it, and the fruit was sweet and good. Before I knew it I had eaten the entire slice. I was still feeling angry and depressed at the instructor. I soon found myself nibbling on a second slice of the bread. Tigress asked how much I had eaten. I said I was on my second slice. I found I had only one bite of that second slice left and I ate it. Tigress said I was only supposed to have half a slice. I said that wasn't enough. She took the bag and looked in at the bread. About that time the medication of the bread started hitting me. I felt really good. I felt like I was flying. I felt great. I wanted to hug the next person I saw… I hugged Tigress. I hugged the person in line in front of us when we checked out with Tigress' stuff. I hugged the cashier. The cashier only seemed mildly surprised. She asked Tigress if I had gotten a loaf of Loaf. Tigress said yes.

The cashier said that Loaf is a potent drug, and it seems people always like to go overboard on it, at least when they take their first dose. Now her calling Loaf a drug didn't sound weird at all… I told Tigress I wanted a loaf of kitty love next. Now that would be an awesome drug! Tigress looked at me strangely. The cashier said I would be coming down in a while. She said fortunately there wouldn't be a really serious crash, although I would certainly be wanting some extra sleep tonight. I told the cashier I had shared a dream with Loaf… she looked at me weird. She said the hallucinations had started, and she told Tigress to make sure I stayed somewhere safe. I said no, I had dreamed with Loaf… then someone had wanted a slice of Loaf but it had turned into a blog instead with… um… music on it. Music and magazines. That's it. And then there's the bread that grows on a tree… Tigress was leading me out of Albertsons when everything faded and I woke.