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Public Restroom (lucid):

In a public restroom. Someone comes in doing something that I find annoying – snorting and spitting, or something. Maybe eating and chewing loudly. Anyway, he goes into the stall next to me. Meanwhile, I’m trying to get the door of my stall to shut properly, and having trouble doing so. I exit the stall, and as I go to wash my hands I see that the walls of the stalls are so short that you can see over them. This reminds me of something that I would dream about, and I also notice that it looks like a woman is in one of the stalls and there is in fact an elderly lady sitting on a toilet out in the open. This is also a dream sign. I look at my hand and count my fingers. There are 7. Finally, I’m lucid! “I’m lucid!” I say to myself. The dream starts to fade a little, but then comes back. I remember my 3-step task. The first step is to stabilize. “Stabilize for points!” I say to myself a time or two. I feel a wall to help me stabilize. Now on to the second task, which is to try to summon the AI dream assistant OASys. I call out for OASys a couple of times, and head for the door of the restroom. I feel a bit apprehensive about opening the door, as I seem to have had trouble with leaving rooms this way in the past. Indeed, as I try to open the door, I lose the dream.

Book Poker

In some kind of fancy building. Doing something with cards – I think playing a game of poker with myself. I pretend that there is another person with me. I get what I think is a winning hand, and my opponent owes me $1800. But then we see his cards, and he has a set of cards with pictures of some kind of leather-bound books. This means that I owe him some large amount of money.

Apple Baseball

I am in a small group of people playing baseball (or maybe just catch) with apples. I keep missing when the apple is thrown at me, although I do fine catching the apple when we aren’t actually playing. A whole bunch of people show up and I get separated from the group I was playing with. I make my way back to them. Meanwhile, I notice one person throwing an apple at someone else’s head.

Not Too Funny Bunny

There is some kind of show going on. A woman is doing something with toy rabbits, placing one animal on top of another. She is trying to be funny, but she isn’t really. People in the audience chuckle a little bit, but there isn’t a lot of laughter.

Wool Socks and Family Vacation Discussion

Talking with my niece. She is wearing thick wool socks, which means something (I forget what). I put on a pair of thick wool socks also. She points this out. Then there is some discussion about taking a family trip to Chicago. Mom says that isn’t going to happen, but it seems almost as though I have promised that there would be one.

Mom's Friend

Talking with Mom about one of her friends, who I thought was the pastor of a local church. It turns out that he was just there to fill in for the usual pastor. I try to remember who exactly it was, and Mom tells me that he has since died. This surprises me, because he wasn’t very old. Then she says that most of her friends from high school have died. This concerns me.

Office Neighbor Fragment

Someone is moving into the office next to me. My Uncle, I think.

Killer Whales

Walking along a beach. There are lots of people around, apparently getting ready for a festival. It is like a regatta, with lots of boats, but apparently there are killer whales involved. I think the boats are going out to fish for the whales, or something. There is a ring of buoys marking off an area near the shore, beyond which are the boats, I think. I wonder if the buoys are marking off a safe place for people to swim. People are out in the water, some of them swimming after the boats. I think to myself that I wouldn’t want to be out there among the killer whales...

I feel like the following was a separate dream from "Killer Whales", but since I'm not sure and the setting is similar I will only count this as one dream for the competition.

Walking along a beach with my brother. We are in Florida, or some place. We are also naked. There might be more than the two of us. There is something about the sand – I might be noticing how nice the sand feels on my feet or something. We come across a rock outcropping that we start to climb. Some other people are walking along the beach, and I hope to climb far enough up that they won’t notice that I’m naked. I get up to a high spot, but then get kind of nervous about being up so high and climb down a little. The dream transitions into a third person account of people on a climbing trip. They are climbing back down, but in order to do so properly they are supposed to trust their guide to lift them part of the way down. The rock outcropping seems more like a house at this point.

Aunt J’s

At Aunt J’s. My family is there. This might have been related to an earlier part in which I’m with the family in a hotel (for the sake of this account I’ll assume that it was). We are in this hotel place, at breakfast. The family is sitting around the table, and I go to get some food. There is also some coffee available, in carafes in a separate nook...At some point I decide to walk over to my cousin’s house. At about the same time as I walk in, she comes in another door. I think she might be a little disturbed to find me prowling around the house while she was gone, so I explain that I just walked in. After a bit of talking, I learn that her three dogs (which she doesn’t have in waking life) have gone missing. We aren’t too worried, it just seems like they went outside and haven’t come back yet. We go out and I think I call for the dogs. At this point, either her dogs come back or someone else’s dog comes running in. There is something about the dog seeming vicious, but me trying to get along with it. Then the dream changes into a couple of people including myself carrying heavy doors into a garage. Two of them carry a set of two doors, and I carry one by myself, playfully bragging about being able to do it on my own. I think one of the other two people is my brother, who makes some kind of retort.

At Aunt J’s, I think. I go upstairs to use the bathroom. For some reason I’m there for longer than I want to be – I think people have come back from somewhere and I’m concerned about seeming to be in the bathroom so long (or something). Anyway, I go to get dressed and go downstairs. There is a bit of trouble standing up somehow, involving pulling myself up by a railing and getting urine on a towel or something. Then when I pull my pants up and start going downstairs I find that I had a large bag of loose-leaf tea in my pants that has ripped open. The tea leaves are spilling out and making a mess, further delaying me from going downstairs to see the people who have come along.

At some point a girl I know is talking about coming back to the other place with us to spend the night.

Not sure if this was the same dream or a different dream:

At Aunt J’s? There is a device that someone (my grandfather?) is using to siphon water into a jar for me to take with me when I go somewhere. They fill the jar with water, and another jar (at least, another jar comes from somewhere). We put these into a plastic bag along with some other items, and now I have the challenge of carrying the bag without spilling the water.

Restroom privacy issues

Going to a public restroom. I’m in one stall, but people keep coming into the restroom and for some reason that bothers me so I decide to find a different stall. There is one a couple of stalls down. I walk into this one. It is fairly large. At first I notice a mannequin set up inside the door, which is positioned so that it’s staring at the toilet. I guess that’s OK. But then I notice that there is a security guard sitting next to the toilet, along with a kid (his son, I think). I don’t really want these people watching me while I use the toilet, so I give up.

Fragment

A chipmunk or a small squirrel in my kitchen.

My husband and I were visiting a city that felt familiar and somewhat reminiscent of an East Coast city like Boston, though it had no correspondence to any RL place I've ever been. We had just finished a nice meal, and were walking along the street. We leave the commercial avenue and start walking into a nice residential area. After about two blocks I realize that I need to pee, and the best bet is to turn around and go back to the street we just left, so we walk the two blocks back.

At the intersection with the commercial avenue is a group of people standing on the street. They are foreigners with black skin, and both the men and women are wearing long flowing light blue robes, very elegant. Despite the darkness of their skin, something about the shape of their faces and the sound of their language looks more South Asian than African, and I am trying to remember where they are from. Isn't it some small country or island between India and Africa? What was it called, Malvania? That's right, I remember, they are Malvanians, and they are here as refugees from their home country. (Obviously there is no such country as Malvania in waking life, so this was a clear case of false memory.)

I cross the street find the public restroom just where I thought it would be. To reach it we had to walk into a little courtyard and then go downstairs from ground level. One stairway leads to the women's room, the other to the men's. However, when we arrive we find that the line is incredibly long, with about three dozen Malvanians, women and men respectively, waiting on each stairway. Some of them are holding things like toothbrushes and soap, and I realize that since they are refugees who are living on the street, this is probably the only facilities that they have access to. I am sympathetic, but unfortunately I really need to pee now, and I'm not sure what to do.

"Come with me," I say to my husband, who is in the same predicament. I have just remembered that less than a block from here is a theatre I've been to before, and I'm pretty sure that there is a restroom in the lobby. We exit and walk further down the street. I'm trying to remember what time it is. Will the theatre be open? I think it must be at least 11am or perhaps just after noon, so they might have started the early matinees. Luckily we do find the door open and go inside. (More false memories, as none of the locations I was "remembering" bore any resemblance to RL places, much like the city at large.)

The route to the restroom is more complicated than I recall, leading back through several turns and passages, but I follow the signs and we eventually we find our way there. I'm grateful to discover that there are no lines! So I go inside... or try to. The door to the women's room pulls outward, but it is stuck. It is getting caught against a wire rack that is jutting from the side of a cabinet that has been installed too close to the door, so the door is only opening a few inches. Even though I'm of average size, I can't seem to squeeze through. I try to force the door open wider, tugging on it until the metal rack that is blocking it actually begins to distort and bend, letting the door open a few inches wider, just enough for me to slide in sideways. I think how distressing it would be if I were just a few pounds heavier—I wouldn't be able to get in! But I have passed this obstacle.

Inside the restroom at last, it looks very familiar and I remember that I have been here before. (Again, no correspondence to anything in waking life: if this was not pure false memory, then it must have been a setting from some prior dream.) The room is tiled in light green, but everything about it is old and broken down, an absolute ruin. Only about half the tiles are intact, the rest are broken or completely missing. There are not even stalls for privacy; the toilets are just arranged openly around the walls of the room. Many of them look in a state of poor repair as well. However, one detail is very different this time. Last time I found myself in this room, it was disgustingly filthy, but today, unexpectedly, it appears to have just been cleaned. It is as pristine as a room this run-down can be made: I can even smell the odor of cleaning chemicals in the air. Nevertheless, the memory of how dirty it was last time makes me remember that this is a dreamsign—and also, ever since the last failed RC in similar circumstances earlier this month, I've been diligently RCing every time I've found myself in a public restroom lately. Since I've been traveling for the last few days (in RL), I've had the chance to practice this a lot.

Fortunately there is no one else present, so I can RC very blatantly without being afraid of looking foolish. I lift my fingers to my nose and very forcefully try to breathe both in and out. Nope. The breath is fully stopped in both directions. This RC has worked really well for me since I started using it recently, so now when it suggests I am awake, I let myself be convinced. To some extent I realize that I'm actually relieved about this, because I've been having a nice interesting day so far, and it would be annoying to realize that it was all just a dream. On the other hand, I reflect, I'll be even more annoyed if I wake up later and it turns out that I was dreaming and failed to recognize it. But I feel confident in how attentively I performed the RC, so I figure I probably don't have to worry about that.

The dream went on for a while longer; the last thing I remember is being in a cab en route to some further destination. When I finally did wake up, all I could think was, "You've got to be kidding me!"

Note: My suspicion is that it is actually the very diligence with which I've been practicing this RC for the past few days that made it fail this time: every time I pinch my nose in waking life and can't breathe through it, I reinforce the sense-impression of what that feels like, which is perhaps what allowed the dream to duplicate the sensation.

Note: In reflecting on dreams in which I perform an RC but fail to recognize that I am dreaming, I have noticed something odd. The moment during which it occurs to me to think, "Hey, I wonder if I'm dreaming. I'd better check," actually feels like lucid-type awareness, even if the failed RC quickly leads to a passive resorption in the narrative.

I was in a big enclosed public space like a mall and needed to use the restroom. I found the ladies' room, which was a relatively large one with around nine stalls in a single row. I found a stall that was clean and was about to go inside when another woman barged right ahead of me. The next stall I checked had an unflushed toilet, as well as the one after that, and the third one was clean but had no toilet seat. I decided to use it anyway. I stepped into the stall and then remembered, "Wait... aren't dirty public restrooms one of my dream signs? This one isn't particularly dirty but still, I'd better RC." I counted my fingers and saw nothing unusual, then focused on the sensation of gravity and it also felt completely normal.

I remembered the time that I had failed an RC under similar circumstances and decided I'd better make extra sure. So I focused on levitating, really putting a lot of effort into it, but my feet remained firmly stuck to the ground and even the sensation of gravity or my bodily awareness did not alter or feel any more dream-like. So that was how I knew I was awake... until some time later, when I actually woke up, and wondered how the RC could have failed so completely. The gravity RC is usually very reliable, and even on the rare occasions that I don't levitate promptly, I'll notice that gravity or my body don't "feel" right. On this occasion the illusion was perfect!

I had quite a vivid dream involving a ghost the morning of the 3rd. I first noticed it moving the kitchen faucet. The ghost would just interact with random objects at first, but as the dream progressed it became more violent--bending window blinds and trying to rip down decor and curtains.

This morning I was back in a school building. Hallways and bathrooms. Even school buses right before I woke.

[I]Relatively normal dreaming, I'd say.[/I]

[B]1.[/B]It's another Christmas/holiday party dream. Initially beginning in an old family room, the festivities gradually found themselves to be in more of a large hotel ballroom.

The main detail I recall is approaching a little cousin on "her level" and confronting her about why she feels she can get away with hitting and speaking hatefully to others. Our back-and-forth logical dispute quickly became the main point of attention within the party. It ended with her pinky promising not to pinch people again, "forever," and everyone in the room went nuts like it's midnight on New Years.

That's when I tried to make my way outside the french doors and to the restrooms. The hallway felt a bit like that of a high school.


[B]2.[/B] And as I was writing "her level," I remembered an earlier dream. I was at a friend's place and as I opened her front door, a cat came inside and ran through her living room and out her porch door. Her cat proceeded to follow and also escape outside. The scene consisted basically of me trying to recover her kitty. And then I was giving it a bath in an invented, very tiny space between her living room and porch. It ended with me in the bath myself.

After having been waking up at 3:45am for about a week, I am back on the afternoon shift at work and am sleeping in. As a consequence, I am having a lot of dreams. Now I have to try and recall them, but they are kind of weird.

Mirror (Lucid)

I am in a restroom. Finally, my habit of doing a RC every time I enter a restroom in waking life carries over to my dreams, and I do a nose pinch. I can still breathe. I double check by looking at my reflection in the mirror, which looks odd (a bit like a charachter I created for myself on Wii). I'm dreaming.

I climb onto the sink, repeating to myself "am I dreaming?" or "is this a dream?" to keep the question in my mind. The dream doesn't seem as unstable as others in the past, but it isn't very vivid. I think about flying, but a strange thing happens. I have been reading advice to lucid dreamers about how to fly in lucid dreams. It seems that others have a problem with this. Until now, I never thought about it but just did it when I wanted to. But now a doubt was created in my mind about whether or not it was easy to fly. Overanalysis seemed to interfere with me, and I had difficulty in flying.

Part of the problem was likely due to the ceiling though, because I had a hard time getting through. Anyway, I wake up somewhere along the way.

Caves, chasing, anxiety stuff

I am driving somewhere down a dark winding road. At one point, someone jumped out in front of me and I killed him. But I kept on going because since I wasn't responsible never having seen him coming. Later I go back to the area for some reason. It may have been to buy a Christmas tree, but I am kind of fuzzy on what was going on here. There was a whole part of this dream that had significance that I can't remember.

Anyway, we end up going into a huge building/cave thing. In this building there is a killer or monster or something, and much shooting and running. My brother (?) and I are trying to escape. I wish I could remember more, because this journal is not doing the dream justice. These things are just vague impressions that might not be the actual dream plot.

Superman (fragment)

I am in front of a mirror again. I put on some glasses that I find, and I like how I look with them on. I look again and I seem to look a lot like Christopher Reeves as Superman (or rather as Clark Kent). My face is stretched though, and I find that I can distort it with my fingers.

Training Camp

I have started my new job. In my dream, it is either a new job or school. Perhaps it is training for a job. Whatever it is, it involves combat and war. We learn about tanks, and military operations. We are also camped out somewhere, I think.

My grandfather is telling someone about my new job, and how I have made a friend that "I like more than family". I can't think of who that is. The closest person I have to a friend is some guy that I don't even like too much, but is always hanging around me.

The next day (in my dream) I go to training again. I realize that this isn't at all what I thought my job would be, and I don't particularly want to join the military right now. Apparently this has become training for the military, and I may have to sign up for 4 years if I don't leave soon. I think about how much like a dream this is, and what I would do if I were lucid. I think to myself that I'm probably not dreaming, but wonder if perhaps I should just act like I am since it's all so weird anyway.

All this time I am munching on a stick of salami. My "friend" comes over and joins me. I think to myself that he isn't such a bad guy, although I still don't like him more than family.

I realize I have to go to the bathroom. I am now with some girl, and we are talking together. I think for some reason that it will make me look bad if I let her know I have to use the bathroom, so I walk right past one and pretend I don't need to go. We walk to a place where there are some shelves, and things being sold on the shelves. There are a lot of clocks, and one or two little wind up toys. Kind of neat things, really. There are also chocolate covered coffee beans, which show up in the dream and we start munching on.

The girl goes somewhere, and I take the opportunity to stop in the nearest bathroom. The bathroom, like all dream bathrooms, is stupidly designed. It has a screen door, for one thing. There is a bunch of clutter laying around inside, so I find some to prop against the door in an attempt to get some privacy. Then I realize that most of the walls are screen, and I look around at the woods behind me thinking I should have just taken a walk out there where there was more privacy.

When I get out of the bathroom/outhouse thing, the girl comes back with some more candy. I am looking for a place to wash my hands, but for some reason I reach into a bag of candy first. I then think that was probably an unhygenic thing to do, but I figure if I was my hands now it will be OK.

Up a little late last night, and the night before. My sleep patterns are out of whack again, so my dream recall is suffering. Here are some bits and pieces that I can remember.

Various fragments

I am outside with a group of people. We seem to be explorers or adventurers. Our quest involves crossing mountains and/or big buildings in a city. It takes forever to get to the other side, and I am exhausted by the end. We go into a hospital, and I decide I want to take the elevator to the top floor and look back at the distance we just covered. I get into the elevator (hospitals and elevators are both dreamsigns, but I don't remember to do a RC). As I am riding up, I seem to lose my clothes. By the time I reach the top I am completely naked, but I don't seem to think much about it. I crawl out of the elevator, which has shrunk to the size of a small box. I end up in the sink of another hospital room. Or the elevator may have turned into the sink...

... I am at a wedding. There is some tension here that I can't quite remember. I do remember that I had to use the bathroom, and there are two bathroom doors side by side. They both say "men", but I know that one of them is actually the women's restroom that has lost the "w" and "o". Someone comes out of the door on my right, but he/she is so ugly I can't tell if it is a man or a woman. Somehow I decide that this is the men's restroom, and I go in. Immediately inside the door I see that the two restrooms are connected and I peek around the corner of the division between the two sections to make sure I am in the right place. I assume that I am, because there is only a stall in the other half, and there are urinals in the half I am in. I set about finding a more private section of the restroom with a toilet that can't be seen by passers by (I am always having to do this in my dreams. Another obvious and yet failed dreamsign.) I find a nice one that not only is in a stall (more rare than one would think in my dreams), but is also blocked from view by an even larger toilet. There are several toilets to each stall here.

Michelle Bachman

I am visiting my grandparents. I have been spending a few nights at their place, and it is time for me to head home. My brother is going to do something first, and my grandfather (who is a retired pastor) is going to visit someone in the hospital. Apparently, Michelle Bachman has been visiting friends at my Uncle's church, and has had an accident. My grandfather explains that he is going to visit her.

I debate whether I should go with my brother or my grandfather, and decide that it would be neat to meet Michelle Bachman on such informal terms. I decide that since the hospital is not far out of the way for me, I should follow my grandfather there and then go home from the hospital.

There is a whole scene involving me and the GPS, looking for the power cord etc., which is too boring to try and recall right now. Cut to the hospital.

As we are driving I wonder if they will let us in to visit. After all, she is a presidential candidate, and it seems unlikely that people can just wander in when they want to. I worry about secret service people. But it seems that clergy has a special priveledge, and my grandfather says nobody will mind if my grandmother and I come along.

We arrive at the hospital. My grandparents and I sit in the waiting room. Ms. Bachman apparently has a few visitors already. I run over in my mind how to address her, realizing that I can't remember if she is a senator or a congresswoman. I decide to just say "hey".

Eventually, the nurse calls us back. Someone opens the hospital room door, and my grandfather ushers my grandmother and I in. I walk in behind my grandmother, and find that there is nobody in the room. There is some nice furniture, and it is set up almost like a living room. There are some chairs and a couch in front of a fireplace, and a sort of hospital bed in one corner. But apparently this is not the hospital room. It is kind of a waiting room that is part of a hospital room suite. Michelle is in another section, and once again we have to wait our turn.

I notice that there are some other people in the room waiting to see her as well. There are some kids in their late teens or early twenties with a trifold poster board, pracitcing a presentation on injuries. They figure that they can get Michelle Bachman to work on something to protect kids from sports injuries, counting on her recent experience in the hospital to give them traction.

My mother calls me back to the original waiting room for a second. I forget why. I tell her we are about to go back to see Ms. Bachman, and I try to show her the way back. But as we walk, the hospital seems to become confusing. It used to just be a short hallway and a door, but now there is a huge area set up like the inside of an airport. The more I walk, the more confusing it gets. I try to jog, but it is that frustrating kind of movement I always get when I try to move quickly in a dream. I retrace my steps, thinking I have overshot the original hallway that leads to the hospital room.

"Argh!" I think. "Of all times for Mom to show up and pull me away." Somehow I know that my grandfather is now visiting with Michelle, and I am missing the chance to visit. "This kind of thing is always happening to me. Why is it always like this? As soon as I get the chance of a lifetime, something happens to take me away, and then I can't find my way back. It's like one of those frustrating dreams I am always having!"

More out of frustration than anything, I decide to do a reality check. "Maybe this is a dream," I think. But I only think it in a frustrated way. I don't really think it is a dream, I'm just annoyed. I quickly count my fingers, and there are 5 of them. Nothing unusual there. I don't do any other reality check, because I "know" this is reality and I only did the RC to make a statement anyway. "I guess I'm awake," I say.

Then I wake up.

Sweet Shop

I get a job working in a candy store. This dream goes on for a while, but much of it seems to center around all the tasty things that I keep wanting to eat. There are sick kids too, who keep coughing near me. There is a dish of some kind of candy that I sneak bites of every once in a while. I think I am working with my brother.

Pathetically missed dreamsign

I go to use a public restroom. I am trying to find one with decent privacy. I wander into a men's room, and find a stall. The lights don't seem to work well in there, and part of the restroom is dark. Even where I am it is dimly lit. I have some uneasy thoughts about "things" lurking in the darkness. I comfort myself by thinking that I am in a light place, but I know that "the things can look at me out of the darkness"

This may have something to do with the vacation that I'm taking in a few days. It occurred during my evening nap and seemed to be episodic. I'll attempt to get at it from the beginning. It had a pretty good chronological order:
At a luxury building which seemed to be some sort of resort, Mike, my dad, Jerry, and many others who I didn't know, were staying. The first episode didn't have an exact beginning. I remember being in a large group and walking on a gravel road as well as in a hallway with windows through which you could see out onto a large lawn. I also remember being with just Mike and seeing my dad in this hallway. He gave some sort of instruction to us. From there, I believe the dream moved on to the next day. In what felt like the morning, I explored the second story of this resort by myself. It appeared to be like a restaurant with the appropriate tables and bench seats but it was more of a hangout. The people there were mostly young like myself but there were also adults who seemed to work there. There were TVs on the walls and windows out of which I got the feeling the same lawns could be seen. There was a counter-like thing running through the middle of the room and a sort of random wall from behind which a line of people extended. I never saw what they were getting but I assume it was food. Now, the strange thing about this island-counter-thing is that it had sinks as well as urinals. They were just out in the open. I'm not even sure if this section of the restaurant hangout was exclusively for guys... Moving on, I went to another section, walled off, where there was a medium-sized bar with a woman in a white shirt and black pants and a pony tail working behind it. Beyond the bar there was a bathroom with a line of 3 girls waiting to use it. I think I remember now! The people in the previous room were lined up for private restrooms because everyone was too embarrassed to use the ones out in the open. It had created a traffic jam. Back to the room with the bar, this is sort of where the second episode comes in. I remember it having a name too lol. It was named after these twin sisters which I'll get to in a second. In the room with the bar, I met up with Mike. Together, we went to The hallway where I knew our own bedrooms were. We never saw them but we started looking for one of our friends that we had met at the resort. I thought we were looking for a guy but turns out we found these twins at the far end of the lawn outside (where the dream skipped a little to). They were playing with a really big blue frisbee and I think they were wearing blue themselves. Mike was clearly trying to win the girls' affections as I recall us joining in with their game. Somehow there ended up being more than one frisbee. This is where Jerry came in. He showed up with another girl, probably his girlfriend. We all walked down the road a little to the corner of the lawn where the gravel road forked 90 degrees towards the resort alongside a hedge row and away from the resort behind that row. We sat at this corner of the lawn on the gravel in front of the hedgerow. For some reason, there were electrical panels in the bushes. I pulled my nintendo DS out of my pocket and plugged it's charger into one of the electrical panels. I proceeded to open the device where I could see it's own inner electrical panels. I then did something scientific to it and shut it up again before the dream ended.
I was lucky I didn't forget this one. I was on the verge of forgetting the whole thing when I was like: "wait, i just had a dream!!!" Sat back down and remembered a good deal, so I'm happy

I have a vague memory of doing a reality check during a dream, and counting only 9 fingers. I can't remember anything else about that one.

The Fashion Show

I am at my old high school. This building is a lot bigger though. There is a fashion show going on, in which there are a lot of nice looking girls. I spend some time hanging out with them, and it becomes some kind of computer program where I complete certain tasks to get points. For example, I talk to a girl and get an amount of points, then I take her out and get some more points. Eventually I have enough points to "buy" a girlfriend. Oh yeah, the "points" are also pickled jalapeno peppers, if that makes any sense at all.

After the flirting/dating/computer game/ jalapenos/ experience, I go to find a bathroom. There is one down the hall on my left. I look at the sign to see if it is the men's or women's, but it is difficult to read. I can see the word "men's" I think. I walk in, and enter the area with stalls. An older woman comes walking out, and looks at me funny. Realizing my mistake, I quickly leave. Examining the sign on my way out, I see that it actually says "women's" but the "wo" part is wearing off.

Smoking Grandfather

We go to visit my grandfather. He has a lung ailment, but has taken up smoking. He seems to think that chain smoking will help him feel better. We try to convince him that it is suicidal for him to do this, but he claims the cigarettes are harmless. He offers my brother and myself a smoke.

Walking around the top of some mall, my mother and I discuss why my grandfather thinks smoking would make him feel better. I say it is becuase nicotine numbs the nerve endings in his lungs, making them feel better.

I try to convince my grandfather to stop, but instead he just stops taking his pills.

It would be safe to claim my entire family showed for this event. We ended up watching some game. It seemed like there were players playing something in a hockey ring, it was a stadium and it was full of people. My middle brother Aaron, and I were walking around the ring that made up the court and we were watching the game behind the glass. While walking around this ring, we met this kid. He was pale and had red eyes and a object that looked like a glue gun. For some reason he was my enemy, and we followed him until my mom said she needed an escort to the restroom. Once we got to the restroom, this kid tried digging through the plastic wall of the stall he was in to shoot / stab my mother. I shouted to my brother that the kid was in this massive restroom, and he quickly ran out of site. I instantly went into the call of duty, I climbed a stall and pulled out some object that would fire at him to pull away from his mission. (similar to his, but somehow mine worked ) He ran out of his stall only to have his arm stuck in the door. My brother noticed him in the same hall of stalls and quickly tackled the kid. The kids arm broke and with his other hand he managed to stab my brother with the gun. My brother placed a few blows on the kids face, and the kid died. My brother then fell over with the bulletstabything (lol) in his chest and died. Soon after my mom and I came rushing to the that hall of stalls and found both of them lying on the floor. My mom noticed my brother’s body and almost stepped into an anxiety attack until I told her that he would soon be alive, he just had to go somewhere as it were a simple task. She understood somehow, but felt clueless. Their blood was pasted all over the stalls and the floor. My brothers being a cyan color and the kid a regular red. I then put my gun away and then began to drag my brothers body out of the restroom.