I was in an office. There was an opening for promotion, and the management said that those who think they are eligible for the promotion should go in front. There were a few who went. One of them said that I should also go. I told her I'm not interested. Besides, I'm not into people management and leadership. I went outside with some friends. We went to an Internet cafe and found that it's closed. I then just realized I don't have time to play because I still have work to do. We went out looking for another cafe but I was already thinking I couldn't join. I was walking around alone. I passed by Keith talking to another guy. I went ahead and walked on all fours on a bridge. A few more steps later, I found that the bridge is ruined. I'll have to jump to the other side. I decided it'll be too much trouble to have to jump back again later so I went back. I passed by Keith again, but this time he's completely nude and lying flat on this stomach while still talking to the other guy. --- Notes: - 3 a.m. to 11 a.m. Alarm was at 8 a.m. - Spent a day barely doing any work. - Recently saw an ad for job opening at work. - A couple of people declined a job. - I remembered how I declined a job opening for a leadership position. - Keith posted about fangirling on a Backstreet Boy event.
Dream False Awakening In one of my dreams last night I was flying a helicopter through an obstacle course in what looked like a mountainous desert. I think there was water to the right. The course was to see if I was a good pilot. After I finished the course, a big monster started attacking people and I started shooting it with my helicopter. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In my other dream, I dreamt that I was being held captive in a castle along with a lot of other people. We then managed to escape and were free. I remember walking through a town with some of the people that were captives and they were happy. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had a false awakening. My GF's alarm went off but it wasn't coming from her phone but from the TV. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was with the student flight class and in a classroom setting. A guy was telling me he was gonna kick my ass and when he grabbed me, I took him down and was going to handcuff him. I let him go and he was butthurt. We then sat down so the instructors could say something but no one in the class was paying attention and were being disrespectful. I got up and told them to show some fucking respect and they turned up the air conditioner to drown out my voice. I turned off the air conditioner and started yelling. I told them to get up and line up against the wall outside the classroom. I went to get my backpack and only a few of them remained where they were.
[In search of the time that is good to wake up so that I can remember dreams I am trying out a project. I knew that I wouldn't be going to bed until three this morning so I set my alarm clock to ring at six. I would write down anything that I can remember from a dream, pace around a little, and prepare to take a nap--because I usually have lucids in naps. Unfortunately my dad didn't wake me up at nine like I thought he would and I ended up sleeping from six-thirty to twelve, soooo. . . .] 1) I must have been in some store, either a general store or a pharmacy, because I was looking at a shelf that had several pill bottles on it. I recall that their tops were shaped somewhat oddly. *** this is the second time medicine has appeared in my dream. if it keeps on like this it'll be a dream sign. 2) In real life CLS is a Christian Camp that I used to attend during the summer for one week, but here in this dream it was slightly different. There were four groups and we were placed into whatever Hogwarts House we were (so of course I was in Gryffindor), and our "levels" were determined on what grade we were in. I was a junior so the year after would be my last year to come unless I became a counselor. The place that we were in was sort of like the school cafeteria back in Ucon with a "log cabin" sort of theme. There was a large but old fridge pushed to the side and by collecting food in our bags we would obtain points for our teams. I remember thinking something like, I wish this was a Nano-Fridge, which comes from The Sims 3 in the Nano-Microwave. If the fridge was a Nano-Fridge then it would have been of better quality and would have kept it from breaking. Every time the fridge broke we were instructed to stop running and dump our food on the ground (or on the table, which ever worked better) so that the counselors could fix it. 3) In The Sims 3 for console there is a particular character called Willow Lynd, and she lives with the other local Goths. I was sitting with her in what I would assume to be a library (though to be honest it was really as though I had been sucked into the living room of The Clique house--the house that she originally lives in in the game. The walls are red, the carpet is red, the chairs and sofas are red, and the windows are big. Someone distrusted Willow due to her "Goth" status--I think it was an authority figure, but I can't be sure--but I can't recall how she felt about that. At some point during that dream I stood up and walked over to them, though. There were a lot of people in the room over. 4) Another effing Sims dream. Each Trait you choose for your Sim would open up a different "Challenge" (or story line). The ones that I were looking at were technological, so I was probably thinking about the Computer Whiz Trait. Also, I caught a glimpse of the daughter on there turning into a Teenager. 5) Nothing but crystals in a cavern. The crystals had a blue tint. . . . 6) Jarvis and I were playing some sort of video game with one another. I'm not entirely sure but it seemed that the objective was to become a leader over a land by recruiting people. My character was a female and she was going to some area that almost looked as if though it had been abandoned. The stone bridge was crumbling, the grasses were growing out of control and trees' branches had fallen onto the trail. She kept persisting through the wilderness and eventually reached civilization. I'm not clear on what happened but I don't think that she was welcomed with open arms. She escaped through the pipes during the night. It was a full moon.
Tight-Rope A large group of students slowly makes its way across campus, myself among them. I wish we were moving faster, but my heavy backpack makes it difficult for me to pass anyone. Fortunately, when we reach the courtyard outside of our destination building, a lot of the group stops to socialize--they're not actually committed enough to go all the way up to the destination room. I'm able to pull in front and lead the dozen or so of us who are left. As we start ascending the stairs, I realize that I don't remember which floor we're going to. It's been a while since this group last met, you see. I ask the people behind me, but they don't remember, either. On a landing halfway between the fourth and fifth floors, the stairs stop, and we'll have to ascend the rest of the way on a tight-rope, with just one other rope at about chest height to hold onto. Then I remember that our floor is the first possible floor above this point. But it's not the fifth floor, because there's a message printed along the bottom of the wall up there that says something like "This is a false door." So we won't be able to go through that one. That means we have a floor and a half of tight-rope walking to do, which is a bit scary but not impossible. I head out onto the rope, and the group follows me. Halfway to the fifth floor, the girl behind me slips, screams, and throws her arms around me from behind to catch onto the rope in front of me. Her feet are dangling in midair. I just try to hold on as solidly as possible so she can depend upon me for support. She sounds very scared, so I also try to reassure her that it's not very far to the sixth floor, and I start to walk her through getting her feet back under herself. She gets her feet back on the rope, but she needs to get her hands back behind me as well in order for us to advance. I tell her to do it one arm at a time, but it turns out that we're actually holding onto a vertical rope which I'll first need to move behind my own body. So I have to do some balancing of my own, but eventually we manage it and continue on up. Starting at the fifth floor, there's a four-inch-wide strip of wood running along the walls that we can use to stand on, rather than standing on the tight-rope. It's much easier that way, and without further incident, we arrive in the room on the sixth floor. A couple of old women are waiting for us inside. Orange Soda When I open my locker at the gym, I'm surprised to find it stuffed full of soda pop and food. I remember I left that stuff in there a while ago, and since this is only about the second time I've used my gym locker this term, I guess I haven't had time to remove it yet, or even had a chance to remember that it was there. In any case, it's time to start taking this stuff home. My backpack can't fit it all at once, so this will take at least three visits: one for the orange soda, one for the root beer, and one for all the food. In addition to the orange soda, this time I also pack my dream journal. I'm a bit confused that it's there--I've been using it recently, haven't I?--until I remember that I've been carting it back and forth daily using my gym bag. It's high time I took it home permanently. Suddenly I look around to discover that all of the lights are off. I've been here so long that by now it's after hours and all of the employees are gone. Part of me thinks that this is cool, but another part wonders if an axe murderer hasn't also sneaked in after hours to kill me on my way out the door. I make it back to my house and announce to Mom that I've brought home a lot of orange soda. We both sit around the coffee table and I start taking it out. The first one I remove is open and half empty. "I forgot some of them were open!" I say. I really hope I haven't spilled soda all over my school things. "I guess all of them were open," I observe, as I take out the rest of the cans. There are several wet spots on my binder from spilled soda, but none larger than a dime. Under Construction Taking a shortcut through the math department, I see a giant pile of dirt in one of the hallways. Apparently part of the building is under construction. I follow Prof. S up and down a short staircase that goes around the dirt. Prof. S walks into a classroom. I'm curious what he's doing this late in the evening, so I peek in the windows. It looks like there are a lot of professors and older students in the room--must be some kind of advanced seminar. I decide it's time to get moving again.
Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I may have been in a meeting with people from one of my previous jobs. I had walked out of that meeting. I was now walking into something like a kitchen area for a restaurant, or maybe for something like the cafeteria of an elementary school or nursery. The kitchen was busy with people, and it was possibly humid and warm. Most of the people in the kitchen were kids. They seemed to be engaged in some project, like they were cooking together for some confidence-building exercise. Most of the kids seemed to be washing dishes, though, or playing around in the sink. There was a big set of wire-rack shelves right before the door, on the wall opposite the door. Before the racks, a higher-up woman from one of my old jobs, PD, was bending over, reaching for a plastic container of some kind of powdered food. PD looked a bit shorter and thinner, though she was still overweight. Her face also looked a bit too pale and dry. I feel like at this point all the kids may have gathered around me. They thought I was a fun guy to hang out with. I may have interacted with them a little more enthusiastically than I would otherwise have, though, since PD was around. I'd always kind of admired PD, so I wanted her to think highly of me. I thought she'd be impressed if she saw how good I was with kids. Somehow, though, I now needed to lead the kids out of the kitchen and through the next room, which was either like a classroom or a lobby in some school building. Although I was technically "leading" the kids, I was really in the middle of the crowd, surrounded by all the kids. I got the idea to get the kids started on a march. We would march and give a marching chant. The chant had the cadence of the "I don't know but I've been told" chant stereotypical of military marches. But I thought it would be funny to make a chant encouraging the children to misbehave. I would say the line, then the kids would repeat it. We chanted as we marched up toward the back, left corner of the room. I chanted, "These are the things that I do." The kids repeated, "These are the things that I do." "When I want to -----" (Go and play? Go outside? Go away?) "When I want to -----" "Fighting." "Fighting." "Whining." "Whining." "Running away." "Running away." At this moment, two of the older girls (maybe 11 or 12 years old) ran off to the left, just as we were approaching the door to the classroom. The girls seemed to run past a bookshelf, behind which stood two adult women. I decided I needed to follow the girls and bring them back. This may have been because I didn't want them to set a bad example for the class. But I think I also wanted to follow them because I was sexually attracted to them, and I wanted them to stay around me. I broke away from the rest of the group and followed the path of the girls. I ended up in some room where two slightly overweight, Latina women were sitting on couches. They were both discussing their bills and their debt. I may have felt like the women were similar to PD somehow. I saw one of the women's checks. The name on the check was Kerolos. Something about the name didn't make sense to me. Later on I saw another check. It seemed to have come to the woman from some business man. The name on this check was Carolos. This made more sense to me.
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