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I was approached by this journalist to do an item on something, idk what exactly it was about, voice acting or something.

I go upstairs to take a shower real quick and there's a whole group of people partying in the bathroom there. I don't care and shower regardless. Once I'm ready much later, we head into the city, which is Alkmaar for some reason despite me not living there, nor have I ever been there. We film a bit, but it feels unnatural, so the reporter gets these fake red dreads and attaches these to my hair in the front so it looks like I have more hair. We then go to the McDonald's for dinner and it's super busy there. Meanwhile the camera woman gets the plants out of there so we can film.
She does this whole shot from streets away where she runs towards the McDonald's, puts the camera on the table, then interviews me. I can't even remember what it was about and it definitely wasn't a serious interview. The guy working there says the interviewer used to be her boss, I check her LinkedIn and she used to work at a hand washing service company. I think she got some B-roll afterwards, and we get into the Berlin metro and head home. In the metro, I access a locker that apparently everyone in my art school can access, and I get my journals out of there. As the metro arrives at the destination, I try to grab my stuff before the door closes again. A little kid brags that I was interviewed, but no one really cares and I wake up.

non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

On my way to meet some professor I am supposed to interview while we take a journey on a hot air balloon for a radio show or podcast. It's the end of the day and rhe sky is gorgeous with pink clouds, so I am rehearsing in my mind the description I am going to make during the broadcast. I am on the highway, but not actually driving inside any car, more like flying or sliding through it. Then I wonder why not just take off and go straight to me destination if I am flying? I do and the ground becomes like a 3D google map. I keep my focus on where I want to go and turns out it is to the church hill in my hometown. I land there, at the base of the hill and then walk it up. But instead of the church, there is some other building on it, like a university and I wonder where I am supposed to go, so I enter the lobby and look around. I see no one that looks like the professor, so then I look back to outside through the glass doors at the entrance and I spot a very low key dude sitting in a table on a corner right outside the entrance. I wonder if it is him and so I go back outside. He is on the phone with his wife and has a sort of pager bipping on the table. He makes a sign for me to wait. His wife is yelling at him to check his pager as some friend is coming over or something and she wants him to drop everything and go home. But very calmly he tells her no and says he won't even read or reply to any messages. Then he gets up and shakes my hand. Says it's late and we can't go on the balloon anymore. I tell him I am sorry, but feeling confused why then we arranged to meet in the evening. I ask him to suggest then what we can do. He tells me we can do something different and then starts singing. He has an impressive voice and he sings a Coimbra fado. He suggests he can do some singing and then we talk about his project. But he also says it won't be today as he will just show me what he is working on. He tells me to follow him to his office. It's when I notice everyone is staring at me. Because I am dressed in lolita style, with socks over my knees with ribbons, fluffly skirt and a couple of braids. Also carrying a black leather hand bag. The university students are making funny comments and laughing and when they see us entering his office, I overhear some people making dirty jokes. They think I am a prostitute satisfying his weird fantasies and that I carry certain type of objects in my bag. He also hears it but he completely ignores it. I admire his cool. So he sits at his desk and shows me some logaritmic equation and guides me through it showing the answer at the end is "pp" and that is supposed to be a good spicy math joke. I find it silly, but I smile and I wish I could still remember how to solve such a simple equation. Then we discuss our main project which is the integration of his website with the one from my own department and university, joining two entirely different fields in a collaborstive project. At this point, a couple of his female colleagues in their late 50s come in and sit at his invite. He then goes out briefly and they start with innuendos that I am derailing the professor's marriage and that I should be ashamed. And I am like "WTF? you have no idea what we are working on!" and I am pissed how much people assume because of me being a young lady with a certain look. Then they mention his wife and they know he ignored her calls because she then called them. They also mention I might not be actively trying to seduce him, but they can see it in his eyes that he is attracted to me me and I actually feel flattered. I thought he was totally cold and uninterested but know I kinda like the idea.

I was either looking for or already living in a new house. At one point, things looked 2-dimensional, as if I was playing a simple browser-based game (Think graphics like diep.io or world's hardest game- simple geometric lines and shapes, with a white/greyish background and black lines representing floors and walls). I didn't notice at first, but it was really tall- I was going up the stories and they were getting progressively more unstable (this seems to be a theme in my more recent dreams) to the point that I felt unsafe. There were 6 floors in total; for some reason I was accessing them from the outside via some sort of ladder? And the openings to the different floors were very short, so I would have had to slide in on my back. Obviously, I was afraid of falling six stories (but nothing occurred to me that it was out of the ordinary to be living in a six-story, rectangular house).

Then, at one point, the setting shifted very temporarily to an RV/trailer, where I had people all around me helping me get ready for something. I realized I was a celebrity- I looked totally different, and for some reason the name Anne Hathaway was really strong in that, so I'll just assume I was her. I was a lot prettier, probably 10 years older, and I carried myself with much more confidence than I would IWL. The vibe was nice but not too formal, and I had my hair tied back. Right by the trailer, I went into a big mansion and sat on a luxurious couch, and decided to take a selfie with a few other people who were there. I did a lighthearted duck face and some sort of pose. I was working on a project- apparently, a talk show. The lighting was all natural light with sun shining from large windows behind the couch, though, and whether or not there was an audience there was pretty ambiguous; but I think I remember cameras.

At one point, my manager(s)/agent were telling me I needed a new, sharper look. I looked at myself in the mirror; I had similar hair to IWL (About shoulder length with bangs) but my hair was sleeker with no layers- more of a bob than the shaggy style I actually have. I envisioned different ways I could change it, including a short A-line cut but quickly realized that it was a Karen cut and I didn't want that. I don't remember much after that.

I was on James Madison University's campus. It was at this building called ISAT which was a dorm in the dream. I'm walking up to it and I'm thinking about how I have an interview after my two classes so I'll have to dress up. I get on the elevator and it's taking me to different floors but not the right ones. At some point it brings me to a bathroom and I'm changing but I only really have my socks with no shoes on.

The elevator expands in size and now I'm with a group of people going up to interview with companies. I look across the elevator and see this guy named Hayden h. We greet each other. The elevator stops at the top floor and we get off and go into this massive lobby that sort of looked like a big dining hall. There's a bunch of empty chairs as we go to sit down. I remember Dana was there. I go and sit next to Hayden awkwardly and I see Lauren Oc to the left of him. I greet her but she looks at me like I am strange.

My name gets called but it is really fucked up. It sounded like "ussussell susanson" or something like that. I turn around and follow a girl into a conference room where I see there's a couches forming a circle. I sit down as she's telling me to sit in another seat but I didn't realize what she said at first. So then I realize she wanted me to sit somewhere else so I was apologizing. I get into the correct seat worried about what she is going to ask me. More and more people from the company start joining the interview and now I realize it's like a group interview. I get up to shake hands with the people but my jacket was too long and I just couldn't produce a good handshake. The woman to the left of me has a named tag that says "Timothy" and then a last name and she's telling me her name is "Timothy the something" and I'm trying to repeat back but I don't think I'm correct. I'm completely bombing this interview.

My last dream I'm lifeguarding at KC lakeview pool with no other workers helping me. Abbie is there in the pool and I'm guarding her. Slowly there's more kids in the pool and I'm starting to get outnumbered. I go over to the deep end and sit on that stand. There's more people coming in. I get out and quickly go over to test the water which is in this massive bucket instead of the small test kit. The owner walks in from the right and asks how the water is. I run back over to the deep end and continue guarding. A young man walks up to the other stand and sits down. I ask myself who that is and one of the kids in the pool answers that he's a new guard.

So I'm guarding pretty much the entire pool because I don't trust that kid. There's a lot going on. Now there's two diving boards in the deep end. There's kids jumping off when there's kids already in the deep end which is against the rules. I'm looking around the pool and seeing all kinds of rules being broken none of which the kid is helping me out on. There's people doing fake dives and real dives all over the place. I start to yell at the kids in the deep end. They aren't really listening. Most of them are my neighbors when they were young kids. I sit a kid out while I try to explain to him what was wrong. The young man walks over to me and I start to freak because he wasn't watching the other end, but turns out Johnny b. came in and is now on that stand.

I jump off stand and tell the young man to watch those kids breaking rules and sit out the kid I had to yell at if he did anything. I walk to my right around the pool. In the corner of the pool I see this massive rat that the kids are playing with. It comes out of the gutter and runs towards me. I'm not even afraid, in fact I was treating it as a dog and slowly petting it as it was getting closer and running around me.

I go out to the outside of the pool area into the parking lot. People are star gazing. Looking up, I see this face in the stars that was awesome, but I soon realized it was someone with a projector making the face into the sky. I walk back into the entrance and there's my boss with a bunch of other parents in the alcove. I say some words to them and then go back in. There is now a diving board lined up on top of the concrete jumping into the concrete. This guy wearing black shorts and a black/yellow cap first throws a massive dorito chip that shatters into many pieces in front of the board, and then dives head first into it. I kneel down next to him and yell at him for doing it saying it made me look back but then I decided to just let him do it again. There's a young kid on the board that I shoo off and the man gets back on the board and gives me this look like "hey you let me do this again."

Yeah, here's another. First time trying to convey multi-threaded perspective dreams. Let me know how I did. =P

BARE-BONES ENTRY OF MEDIOCRITY

Interview

Google has selected me for a special interview session at one of their local facilities. I'm not thrilled about it, but I show up anyways. As I arrive at the facility, I notice the huge analog clock on the face of the building. Except, the clock doesn't tell the time. Instead, it's keeping track of the number of people in the building with IQs over 124. I raise an eyebrow at the misplaced elitism, half-wondering why they chose something so low as 124. I enter the building anyways.

A bunch of other candidates and myself are directed to an open-floor-plan classroom on the second floor. A lecture begins. The lecturer starts going over some hex string maths and methodologies that don't make any sense. Everyone else in the class seems to understand it, but I can't be bothered to try and wrap my head around what I'm sure is nonsensical. Instead, I leave the classroom and head downstairs. However, I leave a perspective thread to follow the lecture.

While the lecture continues in the parallel thread--and I dread being called on to answer a question--I make a stop at HR to get the benefits spiel. I figure there's no way they'll be able to match everything I enjoy at my current gig, so it'll be amusing getting the sale's pitch. They start off with the badge they had given all selectees. At this point, another thread flashes back to my research into the interview after I had received the invite. The Defcon-esque badge I'd receive for attending would be proof of my qualification, and allegedly a rather impressive resume builder. As the thread where I'm in the HR benefits pitch continues, the guy starts talking about their EEO initiatives, and I can't help wonder if the only reason I got an invite was because of affirmative action silliness.

Eventually, the threads all re-converge on the lecture. I overhear one of the staff, the HR guy, talking about some data loss or something, and the need to track down the people who took it and bring them to justice. That sounds more interesting, so I volunteer, stepping out of the window onto the ledge. I'm quite high up, and as I lean over the concrete, the fall into the forest below looked a bit too real. My fear of heights kicks in and I start to have some doubts. Stomach fluttering, I take a breath, and calm my nerves. No way this isn't a dream, I remind myself. And if it isn't? I silently consider. Well, this'll suck then. I jump off, taking to the air, shouting back to the HR dude, "Just don't tell your boss on me, kay?" I shoot off at crazy speeds.

Flying so fast is exhilaration, but the archetypes necessary to enable it make the control a little wonky. Nothing I can't compensate for, as I tear through the sky, over the miles of forest below.

I spot a clearing and descend, locating the culprits. I charge up some energy in my hands, and blast them with it. The intent was fire, but due to the archetypes used to form the little globules, I end up hurling a sort of chemical foam at them. Intrigued, I made some more foam energy globules and tossed them at the crooks for the sake of experimentation. The foam burned them more aggressively than any fire could have, which honestly was a bit hard to watch as the three of them writhed in pain, screaming as the foam dissipated, sinking into their skin and leaving discolored blotch-marks. I let them run past me, not caring to continue the experiment.

Unfortunately, I notice a T-Rex in my peripherals and teleport into forest-cover as the crooks are summarily eaten by the T-Rex...who's supposedly my teacher. Weird.

02.09.2014

Weird job interview (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

For some reason, I had the opportunity to meet at a job interview for an Electronic store. I wondered why, if I already had my own successful business, but I figured I could combine both maybe. It seems that my wife was going to get interviewed as well, after me.

As my name was called, I met with a female interviewer, but I felt she was attracted to me and tried to flirt with me. She told me that it was a full-time job paying $4 and hour and that I had to work 170 hours a month. She said that I would get paid $540 a month. I told her that it was less than $4 and hour but she told me that I had to work some free hours, but if I satisfied her sexually I would get paid more. She hired me, even though I was not sure if to sign or not.

We went together to the parking lot, apparently, I was in a shopping mall and upon finding her car, I noticed that her husband was there as well as her mother in law and a baby chair. I had to seat next to the baby chair, even though I did not fit. I just wanted to leave.

Aboard a large ship, watching as massive wooden platforms raise and lower just above and below the ocean's water level. People are on the platforms, having paid a fee to get up close and personal with some giant whales. With a 30 foot wide mouth full of sharp teeth, I am happy I am not in the water with those beasts.

All of the whales are ignoring the platforms, just bumping up against them as they swim around eating tiny whale food. The platforms are huge, so even though the people are knocked over, they don't fall into the water. The wooden platforms are being kept at just about knee deep in the water, rising only when hit by a passing whale. It is some sort of specialty cafe for people who want that sort of thing.

Then I see one of the whales bite into a platform, and pull it out from under one guy. A few pieces of debris remain floating, and the guy scrambles onto another platform. All at once, the whales have turned hostile and are trying to eat all the platforms. Another guy is standing on some small bit of board, and jumps with it onto a bigger board that is stuck to a whale's back and rides it like a massive whale powered surf board. I don't see anyone getting devoured, but it still seems dangerous.

Now aboard a helicopter sent to rescue the people in the water, we dip low enough so that the bottom of the helicopter is submerged. I am underneath the helicopter, together with about four women who have been recently rescued. All of us hold our breath as we go under. For some reason, the helicopter has to do this in order to rescue more people. It flies higher for a bit, just long enough for us all to catch our breath. Just when we start to dip toward the water again, one girl tries to radio the pilot to let everyone know it's really hard to hold our breath for so long. But before she can say much, we are underwater again. This time, there is a board right under us, and a big air bubble has briefly formed, giving us a small window to breathe again.

Flying out from the sea, we land back on shore in part of a large military building from where the helicopters originated. We clean ourselves up and prepare to go give an interview with reporters. Some workers are cleaning the rooms. One of the rooms is mine. I go in to clean up my mess, and see a few people already at it, so I leave the work to them. I help the pilots secure their helicopters using a small electro-magnetic tool that just has to be pressed lightly against many trigger points. My dad is one of the pilots, and I want to help him out. I hear it doing something mechanical, but don't really know what. Finished with that, I walk down to make an appearance with everyone, but am stopped by a reporter and her daughter. The reporter is talking in Spanish and tells me she specializes in stories like mine. I get her to speak in English, and she writes down her address for me to contact her. With, "Guten Morgen" I wave goodbye to her.

Dream recall from today's WBTB/naps.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was something about some concert.

Dream 2(fragments):

I was busy with something and got distracted. Then as i am walking through my room i feel that i am dreaming, but dream fades out shortly.

Dream 3:

I was at home and it was time for a nap. As i was trying to nap, developer of some game and some interviewer decided to start recording an interview in my room. As they were recording it i was still trying to fall asleep, then various stuff started getting dumped onto bed, like some magazines and weapon parts. Wait a second...
I get up and look at my hands and they are kinda weird, yeah this is dream, i attempt to make my way to the window to fly out, but dream starts fading, i manage to keep it with my will for a few seconds but then it fades out entirely.

Date: August 12, 2013
Method: WBTB & MILD only
Total hours of sleep time: 7-8 hours (WBTB 10 minutes)

Dream 1
I was being interviewed for a teaching position by a woman and I had to pretend I was teaching a Psychology course. I had the students do a group activity and while they were working on this activity, I thought that it would be a good idea for me to get on the computer. Well, I got distracted on the internet and by the time I realized I was suppose to be back teaching, the woman came back and told me just to go home (do you think she wasn't impress by my internet surfing skills??? )

Dream 2

I was being 'courted' by this really cute guy at the grocery store. He as stocking groceries when he caught my eye. I had on an outfit that had the University of Texas Longhorn logo all over it and he asked me what does the logo mean. For the life of me, I couldn't tell him what the logo meant. The only thing I could tell him was, "I'm from Texas."

Horse. Water. An underworld. Running. The "saved" are just watching from their safe havens, jeering on a battle. Son Goku and Vegeta, Trunks. Vegeta was absorbed by some humanoid cyborg to gain his power.

A hallway. I was looking for someone. A guy. He gave me what I needed for the enrolment. Also, a talisman. Amulet. He told me to pray "Hail Mary" 15 times. I had quesetions but decided to go with the enrolment. I walked through the school hallways. I was happy. I'm back in school. Schedules, teachers, classmates, cute boys. I thought this has to be a dream, an illusion. I started to do reality check, and wondered how I got here. The answer was scholarship (wow). And I readily accepted it.

I was in UP. I recall the guy asking if it was UP Kalaw or something. I told him the UP near there. I walked around lost with many students. I saw the PATAS members across the hallway and waved.

I continued down to the back, where I was told I should proceed. Checked the back area. Rich was there but calls himself Jason. S & A? UP high school. An interview. A man asked why I was late. He said they could have sued me. I said that's impossible because one, that was not a suable offence and two, I'm a minor (I act like one at least), so it might not be applicable coz I don't have money yet. He almost laughed at the second point. Then he said something about the law. I wrote on paper, saying I'd be grateful if I can learn how, because I never appreciated it before. I saw a small list with colored words. Mine is in bed with a number 5 beside it.

NOTE: struggling with the stupid Bayantel broadband.

I've been awful at writing down my dreams for the past couple of months, so I'm trying to get back into it again. Here are the last three dreams I've recorded:

Dream #1:

Really brief dream which I don’t really remember. Something about watching an interview with some singer or something. I think he has red hair. And he talks about how he likes to hang out near dumpsters.

Dream #2:

I’m part of a group of kids and we are all troll hunters. We are summoned to a town that has some kind of troll infestation. We have special troll-killing weapons that we always refer to as “troll-floggers.” These weapons are basically just sticks with a spiky ball at the end. So, I guess they’re kind of like flails.

Anyway, we go into this one house that looks like my grandparents’ house. And then we’re like, “Oh no, we forgot our troll-floggers! … Oh well, we can fight the troll with our bare hands.”

But then we get to the bottom of the stairs (we’re walking downstairs for some reason … I guess the troll is in the basement or whatever). And the troll there is SUPER GIGANTIC. So we’re all like, “Shiiiiit!”

Then one girl in the group jumps over the banister holding a hammer and I guess she’s going to use it to kill the troll. But then, the troll turns into a glass measuring cup. And she keeps smashing and smashing it. And then it like … turns into a dog … and she stabs it in the neck. I don’t know, it doesn’t make a lot of sense.

Dream #3:

I'm in a room with my sisters. There's bookshelf in the room and we're all discussing books. I see a book I've been meaning to read on the bookshelf and I'm like, “Oh, I didn’t know we owned that book. My mom must have bought it at the used book store.” And then I'm telling my sisters about a series I'm reading. It involves a bear and a dog who are friends, or something. There are four books in the series, but each book is actually made up of several shorter books. I'm trying to convince my sisters that these books are good, but they don't believe me. (It's kind of like trying to make them read books in real life...)

I try out being a Xenomorph from the movie Alien for a while, walking around and hissing, but no one around to taste with my extending mandible.

I woke up, which I must've done about 5 times during the dream. I just lay still each time not opening eyelids or moving a muscle and the dream resumed. Probably 4 out of the 5 times I re-entered I did through a device in my dreams I call a "strover," which is like a tablet I can expand itself by gripping the corners and pulling apart. I'll see the screen, then sort of try to get in the screen to join the dream.

I try my hand at humor and being talkative, almost to the point of spaztic, getting the feeling that the dream will end if I stop talking. While I was saying different things (I don't remember what) I felt sensations at various points in my spine, slowly crawling upward.

I walk into the building of a Google-Apple merger for an interview, but through a side door where a technician was working. He directs me to where the interview would take place. As I reach the very inviting, ornately decorated room I see a man and woman, my interviewers, sitting across a desk. I continue to talk, getting them to laugh. I have an item on me I call a "silly shield," a normal shield I just name after my personality at the moment. I would be back with them later.

I feel a fabric stretched out across a metal square rim pulled over my head. Then I welcome the subsequent whirring sound and brainwork as something is drilled into the northeast region of my brain, while the nerves in the southwest tingle. It continues to enter at different angles, each time the opposite side tingling.

I'm back in the interview room, and the interviewers turn cold on me. "We've seen your silly shield, now what about your serious side?" I feel continuation of the dream is on the line, so I quickly whip out a "serious sword" and show it to them. Right as I'm sheathing my sword a zombie busts down a door off to one side and rushes me. I quickly reach over my shoulder to draw and in one motion bring my serious sword down across the zombie's neck, then arc it back upward to finish the job, lopping off the zombie's head. Five more zombies charge me and I notice a small bomb where people normally keep a fire extinguisher. I light a match and toss it at the bomb, blowing it up and taking care of the zombies. I let the interviewers know we need to get out of here and grab and carry the woman down a hallway while the man follows behind, falls behind, then falls down. I console my charge, saying, "There's nothing we can do for him. I need to save a woman..." Another woman, dressed up as a commando with gun drawn, marches in the opposite direction to fight the zombies. I grab her as well and finish the thought by saying "...or two." I carry them into a side office, do a quick recount of what had happened to make sure I was indeed dreaming, then jump through a window with women in tow. Nothing like free-falling holding onto two beautiful girls. The dream ends sometime during the fall.

Notes Dream Lucid

This dream is sort of a fragment, and a dream at the same time :S(don't ask xD)I think I was in a tank plutoon, fighting urban combat. I was the commander of a M1A1 Abram tank, and had just finnished a battle. A reporter, who kind of looked like my dad, interviewed me for a while. The reporter worked for some sort of a commedyshow, who interviewed soldiers on the frontline.

I suddenly got the order from my commander, that we had to commence round two of the battle. After that I did a another interview, and then a new battle. It ended up with five battles and intviews.

After my sixth battle, I ran up to the reporter and asked if I could get interviewed, and he said: NO! YOU ARE NOT FUNNY ENOUGH! I woke up :S

Finally getting back into the swing of things. It took me a bit to pull my recall out of the murk, but it seems it payed off.
I ended up going to a factory with my Aunt, Grandparents, and parents. Apparently my aunt had discovered this mysterious factory and was going to own it for herself (but at the time, I couldn't think of a reason why). The factory was placed right by a large lake, which I spent most of my time at. The lake was drawing me away from the factory. I think it was because of how pretty it was. The water was dark, but out in the distance, the sun was setting, giving off a beautiful pattern of light on the surface of the lake. It filled me with feelings of sadness, longing, and hope. This lake was something special.
I decided to swim in it, and stayed swimming till we had to leave. Once back home, I apparently got the new Kingdom Hearts game (KH3D) in the mail, and started playing it right away. My mother was watching me play, but didn't say anything. When I looked at her, she seemed kind of sleepy.
I decided to go into my room and take a nap. I walked in and plopped down on the bed, passing into sleep almost right away. Before I continue, I should explain; The night before this dream, I set my iPhone's alarm so it would go off at about 8:30 in the morning. The alarm went off, but I didn't wake up. Instead:
All of a sudden, I heard an alarm going off. It was bugging the crap out of me, because it wouldn't stop. I got up out of bed and searched around for it, till eventually finding my iPhone on the floor a ways away, the screen turned on and blasting the alarm. I walked over and tried to turn it off, but it kept making the noise. All of a sudden, a picture appeared on my screen. It was this girl from school who I barely talk to, and apparently she was in my room to give me an interview for some kind of newspaper. I freaked out and turned around.
And that's when I woke up. It was kind of amusing to wake up from that and still hear that alarm going off. I turned over and picked up my iPhone and turned the alarm off. It was pretty amusing to think that my dream self was having all this trouble turning off an alarm that was actually going off in real life. Haha.
Happy to see I could remember this much, because I haven't been into this in a while. Look out for more soon.
Where I was: At a strange factory with a beautiful lake beside it. Afterwards, I was at my house. If I had gone lucid, I probably would've explored the inside of the factory to see what I would find.
What I was doing: Originally going to see the factory with my family, but I ended up swimming in the lake instead. Afterwards, I was playing that KH game, then I tried to go to sleep, but couldn't because of the alarm, which I then tried to find and stop.
Who was there: My parents, grandparents, and aunt during the factory part. Just my mom at my house. Supposedly that girl from school was in my room, but I only saw that in a picture. When I turned around, the dream ended, so I never found out.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was somewhere with a boss I worked for IWL until 2009. He might have been talking to me about coming back to work for him.

I was then in another room, maybe the next room over from where I was with my old boss. The room was kind of unfinished. The floors may have been grey concrete. The walls may have been bare drywall.

There was a beautiful woman, maybe in her late twenties, off to my left. She may have been leaning her back against a wall. Off to her right there was a window.

The woman may have been considering whether to give me a job. As part of showing the woman my qualifications, I was lifting a piece of drywall onto the wall in front of me. I was setting it into a framing of widely-spaced brackets. The brackets were like copper-colored nails with their ends bent up at 90-degree angles.

I wasn't actually, for myself, completing this task in order to get the job, even though I knew the woman was trying to determine whether she wanted me for the job. And I didn't want my old boss to think that I was going for this job. If he did think that, I believed, he'd start messing around and playing mind games with me.

I suddenly noticed, as I lifted the sheet of drywall, that I was naked. My penis was erect, and it must have been touching against the drywall, which hurt.

Now, instead of lifting a piece of drywall into the frame, I was lifting a white, drywall-sized towel into the frame. The towel was soaking wet. I wasn't sure how I was going to be able to get this towel into the frame. It was supposed to go into the frame just like the drywall would.

I spent a while justifying the possibility of a limp, wet towel doing something like this. Eventually I could even see the limp wet towel in my mind's eye, acting just like a hard sheet of drywall.