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    1. Wednesday, March 6

      by , 03-13-2019 at 07:04 PM
      I am with Dad and Makayla in an unfamiliar house, on the brown couch. I have a pair of athletic looking Hanes underwear that are on clearance that I am folding and clipping onto a hanger. It is pretty dim in here, and there is something on the TV. Iím not sure if itís a movie or what. The scenario is Ted? and some middle aged men (on a sports team I think) getting drug tested. They have to lay down and their outline is sort of outlined or saved on the ground. From toe to head it then fills with color seemingly out of nowhere, the colors indicating drug use. The problem I notice (and they donít?) is that this is being tested on everyone at once, so youíre not able to see who it was that tested positive. Iím thinking that Ted will test positive because I smoked with him just the other week. The people notice the color indicating drug use, and it then comes out that it is the coach what has been using marijuana weekly (for pain?). He seems slightly defensive and like he thinks testing for it is stupid. Now, I notice that Iím in only a tan bath towel as I get up. I think there are others here, as I am apparently addressing them as I say/shout something like Ďthere is a war and you might as well accept it.í No one responds, so I feel slightly self conscious but still supportive of what Iíve said.
    2. [16-11-2016: Ghost in bathroom]

      by , 11-16-2016 at 09:38 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      I was in my bathroom, it was night. There were many towels hanging on a line that was across whole room. I was taking a shower, I turned off water flow and took a towel. I got shivers and felt an evil, ominous presence in the bathroom, staring at me. I wiped myself and left shower cabin, then felt a great danger and almost rushed out of bathroom, but a ghost caught my hand. I couldn't feel anything touching me, but at the same time felt a strong grip on my arm. I struggled to get free but it was stronger than me. Finally it set my hand free and I escaped.
      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    3. [28-04-2016]

      by , 04-28-2016 at 06:16 PM (Snehk's Dreamlands)
      False awakening

      I woke up on a shelf in my kitchen, covered with bed sheets. The shelf wasn't hard for some reason, it was really dark, I could only see a clock lighted up on an oven panel. I wondered why I was lying there and then I woke up.

      Dream

      I was in school, it was a cloudy afternoon. The building was a mix up of my previous and current school (as in my most school dreams). I wandered corridoors, going up and downstairs. Finally I sat down on a bench with another dude. We took towels out of a shelf and started hitting each other with them. Teacher - a blonde woman in late thirties came to stop us. She was wearing a black jacket and black skirt. I decided to go to another room - it was a huge storage, there were enormous shelves with towels lying on them.
    4. The WBTB into Sonic 06 followed by DEILD spammage

      by , 11-16-2014 at 01:18 AM
      non-dream dream lucid

      Stayed up a long time again due to Desert Bus for Hope. (Damn they have a nice stream layout this year and I've seen some awesome stream layouts.)

      I started up my WBTB clock (goes off 4 hours after its started up regardless of when its started up) and went to sleep.

      Woke up once, 2 hours before the clock, and immediately went back to sleep, woke up again 4 mins before the alarm and closed it.

      I then practiced SSILD cycles, and went back to sleep.

      ----
      I recall jumping in between falling shipping containers. I then recall gliding down a curved rail that almost looks like a spring.
      I am then on a menu where OverTheGun is talking about saving the birds or something like that.
      I am looking through a container with a glass window.

      Eventually I'm in my back yard, the game having ended. It's very similar to IWL except the house is longer and there's more trees. Everything's also very blue strangely enough.

      I'm here with the DCs from the ending of the game, sitting in a ditch. There's a bunch of kittens here.
      I am talking to one DC, and then I start getting aware.
      I start looking around almost immediately.
      I then realize
      I'm dreaming, and I continue to look around for a bit, looking at how real everything looks. I feel the grass and I hear what it sounds like. I then say "I'm dreaming". I then realize that I'm probably about to wake up soon, so I tell the DCs that I'm about to wake up.

      Everything starts getting really blurry, and I get pulled out of the dream. I then
      feel myself in my bed.

      "Don't move! You can still continue! Just think about the dream lightly!"
      I lay there for a few seconds, before a DEILD begins.


      I'm in my basement after the DEILD, and I look around.
      My mom is there, and I yell "I'M DREAMING!" right out of the Stanley parable.

      My mom comes over and asks what's up, and i tell her "I'm dreaming right now". She starts hugging me and telling me "You're alright!". I feel the dream start to destabilize.

      I tell her "The dream is destabilizing!" and I start rubbing my hands together. I can feel my hands rubbing together bug it feels very blurry as well.

      It comes back but its slow. I then get up and look around, and everything looks crystal clear. The basement is much larger than IWL and there's more wood than normal. Most of my vision is taken up by mom though, oddly enough. I ask her "What is the best dream stabilization technique for me?". She doesn't talk, but instead she just grabs me by the nose and pulls me forward towards the steps.

      We start walking up the steps and I recall the other LD where I woke up walking up the steps. I start thinking "This is bad shit, don't go up there!" but by doing this the dream is destroyed and I
      wake up.

      I DEILD again.


      I open my eyes in my kitchen, on a bed. Already strange as obviously there isn't a bed hovering in my kitchen IWL, and even if there was, you wouldn't want to sleep there.

      I look around and everything is blurry but I notice that the walls of the kitchen are of the same siding that the living room is made out of. It's very dark brown. I get up and do a nose pinch RC, and I can breath through, noticing the same effect from the last LD. Interestingly I don't slip while doing it as well.

      I then walk into the living room. Most of the stuff from IWL is here except it has a Victorian style. I look around again and everything is blurry, but I notice that if I stair at the same scene for more than a few seconds, that it becomes crystal clear. Clearer than IWL.

      I walk into the hallway, and I look around again.
      It's almost identical to the hallway IWL. There's a vacuum cleaner in the corner, and the white shelf from IWL isn't there. I walk towards the bathroom door, but I don't open it.

      I notice a towel on the vacuum cleaner, and I look at it. I look at how real it is. I can look at every single thread on the towel with surprising accuracy.

      I start walking towards the end of the hallway where the steps are, and everything feels completely real. To the point where the omnipresent dream feeling goes away and I have to actually verbally remind myself that I'm dreaming.

      I then say "This is why you don't just become lucid from any random dream, THIS. Look how friggin real everything looks!". I look at the gate that blocks off the stairs (not that I was planning to go down them). I then turn around and walk back to the living room where everything fades and
      I wake up again.

      I start doing DEILD again but I can feel my breathing this time. I then think about it for a bit before deciding to just
      get up.

      I then start writing this down.


      Spoiler for Temp:

      Updated 11-16-2014 at 04:19 AM by 24562

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    5. In a towel? wtf

      by , 11-24-2013 at 04:22 PM
      I only remembered parts of my dream:

      -So the whole time in the dream, i'm in a towel and it barely covers anything and im holding it close to me.
      -I ask one of my best friends to think of a costume for me
      -I'm in a place near the sea
      -I bump into a guy that's having dinner with the same person i told to make me the costume
      -The guy is supposedly famous
      -The teacher tells me that she brought this guy for me and a couple of other people.
      -I'm at the theater
      -I've baked pizza and people were eating it
      -I remember buying a lot of toothbrushes from the supermarket near my house
      -My dad was in the dream but i don't remember what happened
    6. Lucid in the Bathroom

      by , 09-14-2013 at 05:04 PM (The Redeeming Dreamer)
      9/14/2013, 10:00-6:00

      I don't remember any dreams, but I was lucid at some time between 5:00 and 6:00, but woke up a few seconds later. I got up at 5:00 and went back to sleep at 5:03.

      I remember the lucid feeling, and I also remember being in my bathroom, with a towel over the shower. I tried to visualize more of a scenario, but I ended up waking up.

      Updated 09-18-2013 at 07:58 PM by 58207

      Categories
      lucid
    7. 4/19/2013 - rain

      by , 04-19-2013 at 11:55 PM (Leaving the matrix)
      Dream Fragment:I'm standing in a baseball field, the baseball players are wearing white with black pin stripes. It begins to rain and all the baseball players pull down this circus like tent from out of nowhere and covers the whole baseball field, but the slopes of the tent go down to where the audience is standing at the side, a big splash of water comes flying off the tarp onto a mans shirt who then instantaneously turns into a woman with big boobs and we laugh as she is in shock from the cold water drenching her.

      Dream Fragment 2:I'm outside and I jump into the pool, people get mad because I got my clothes wet, I apologize a ridiculous amount of times and no one forgives me. They throw me a towel and it gets in the water and everyone gets mad at me for letting the towel get wet. Finally I get out and I take my clothes off and change into pajamas and ask my grandma if she can dry my clothes before the party and she said no, and that the drier doesn't work in rain storms and that a rain storm is coming, so I go get a blow dryer and try it manually.

      Updated 04-19-2013 at 11:57 PM by 61831

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    8. Kidnapped by a Cult

      by , 02-25-2013 at 02:39 PM
      When the dream picks up I'm on a giant plane with a white haired man. He points down at a football field surrounded by a corn field. Even from here I can tell the football field is full of people. There's a designated spot for him to land, but he lands where the people are standing. They run out of the way, all the while cheering for his return.
      We're off the plane. He takes my arm and leads me forward, explaining his town to me. I'm not really listening, this place freaks me out. It's completely isolated, I remember my view from the plane and wonder where all these people live. He tells me that I'll be integrated into the community if God wills it. He has submitted my name to the marriage lottery and if I come up then, obviously, I'll marry the person God has chosen for me.
      All their activities are the Will of God, I think how perfect it must be for him. He could orchestrate everything and pretend it's the God's will. While I wasn't paying attention night has fallen. He leads me over to the ballot on the right side of the field where a wide wooden fence separates the playing area from the corn.
      "Let's take a look, see what God intends for you." He has his hand on the back of my neck. It's more of a threatening gesture than something that hurts. To everyone else it looks different, somehow that he's taking a fatherly interest in my future. There are scraps of paper with names on them beside a weathered slotted box. Someone has combined them on a list in black sharpie. I notice other people sitting around, they are a part of the community but also isolated. I recognize them as other captives, but they look dull eyed and complacent.
      I remember what the raid had been like. Our village of small wooden houses, how the mud felt underfoot as I tried to run, the creatures attacking us in the street. The buildings being on fire, all the smoke. Someone looming over me.
      The white haired man is talking to me about other towns he has taken, how many people he has integrated into his community.
      He pushes me forward to fence edge and makes me turn over the pages with names on them.
      I'm relieved to not see my name.
      "It seems God has other plans for you, my dear."
      I can't decide if the man has set it up this way, or if he truly submitted my name to the lottery and I was not chosen. I choose to see it as the latter. That Fate has saved me from the fell machinations of this man's faith.
      A woman comes up to us and tells him that THEY are here. He releases me and I move along the fence away from the creepy converts. Then I notice that 'they' are the press. They've set up cameras, all facing away from the converts/abducted and toward his community.
      I pretend I'm going to rejoin the others and run across the line of the cameras hoping that my family will see my face on the news and know that I didn't die in the raid.
      I return to the fence and nervously lean on it, hoping no one questions me. They don't. As I'm sitting there I lean back a little and it's like the corn was an illusion. I can see the wall of corn, but just beyond that is a city street. Almost like he wanted us to believe it was isolated so we wouldn't try to escape.

      There's a lapse in the dream and I'm driving. I've stolen a car. I know it won't be long before they discover I'm missing. There are very clear turn lanes and signs that are supposed to lead out of the town. I take the right hand turn, noticing the body of a man in the street that no one has bothered to move. He's clearly dead. I keep driving, taking the suggested turns. I find myself back on the street with the dead man.
      This obliterates my hope for escape, I realize I would just have to drive around until I found the way out, and I don't have the time.

      They've found me. They put me with the white haired man's son. He's meant to watch me. I don't know what they intend for me, but the man's son doesn't seem so bad. He doesn't crowd me, and the only rule is that I stay where he can see me and don't leave the apartment alone.
      "I'm sure you want to shower and change."
      I agree. He hands me a pile of clothing and a towel. It has a rainbow colored criss-crossing design.

      There's another lapse and I'm standing in a cool dark hallway in the apartment. From here I can see my the son, my watch dog. I look at a painting. It matches the towel.
      Except that it doesn't seem like a design choice. The repeated patterns makes me think there aren't any pattern -choices-, that is all there is. I think it's because this man decides who makes the art, it isn't about creativity anymore. The thought makes me sad.
      "Hey, you almost done?" The son asks me. I smile at him. I'm only wearing a red tank top and panties. They took my other clothes and didn't supply a pair of jeans.
      I ring my hair out and instead of drying my hand on the towel draped over my arm I go to the pile of towels by the sink and start to do it there. The son's face makes me stop, reminding me I have my own. He makes me feel...wasteful somehow.

      I've forgotten about escaping. I live in a house with the white haired man's son. When he's not looking I use a square post in the center of the living room to do some sort of arm exercise, it runs from ceiling to floor. I wrap my hands around the post and lift myself off the ground, knees to either side of the post. I think about how I'm not really the person I was when I was brought here.

      Updated 02-25-2013 at 02:51 PM by 54746

      Tags: cult, kidnapped, towel
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    9. Eating Towels o.O

      by , 02-25-2013 at 02:06 PM
      I'm at work but the building looks different. On the left end, instead of selling Lumber, we have furniture. I go to help a customer with the couch that they spent $1400 on. They're pissed because there's a stain about the size of a silver dollar in the middle cushion. I look over the couch. It's kind of ugly. I wonder why anyone would buy such an ugly couch. I tell her we can't take returns on special order items and she has a huge fit. With an inward sigh I take a look at the couch, wondering what I can do to fix her problem. Somehow the thing looks bigger, and there's a weird space between the back cushions and the seat cushions that's framed in wood. I realize there's a big wad of strawberry jelly there, smeared from the wood piece across the cushion.
      There's also a random glob on the floor ten feet away, leading me to believe these entirely shameless hicks brought the couch here and THEN damaged it. I'm annoyed, I know I can't return it, but I really don't feel like listening to this woman yell at me.
      "Okay, here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to store use some carpet and upholstery cleaner, and some scrubbing cloths. I'll see what I can do to get the stain out, will that satisfy you."
      They say yes. I sense a trap, but I can't do anything about it. Cynically I think that I'll go through all the trouble trying to clean the stains and they'll throw another fit. I turn to leave and the woman points behind me at a large glass mixing bowl on the floor. It's half full of dark red liquid with a towel hanging out of it.
      "Don't forget that."
      "Right... of course." I pause, "Do you want to come back in a few hours?"
      "No, we'll wait."
      Of course they're going to wait. Nothing more annoying than having someone stare at you while you're trying to work.

      I head off to the other side of the store, carrying the bowl and towel. There's some sort of washing facility on the far end where I can dump out the bowl. On my way there I pick up a spray bottle of carpet cleaner (when I do, I get a visual on how the chemical is supposed to push the stain up out of the fabric), drape a yellow towel across my shoulders and cast about for gloves. I find some at the paint desk, and I put them on, but there's a tear from wrist to tip of thumb. I frown at it, but think it'll do. I go over to the 'cleaning facility' which is kind of like an empty concrete tub set into the floor. It's painted dark yellow, with a black iron bar to keep people from falling in. I lean against the guard rail, it's a little too tall for me to do this comfortably. (Not surprising, in RL I'm 4'11 and have trouble reaching things at work)
      Somehow the towel around my neck hangs over the rail, and as I pour out the thick red liquid I keep thinking is blood, I accidentally drip it on the towel. I finish with the bowl and set it on the floor then ring out the towel that was in it. It's actually several towels. Somehow they don't separate when I shake them out. They're still stained...maybe I can use the washing machine in the break room.

      I run over to the break room and toss the towels in a washer. I watch the red tinged water splash against the glass.
      It's unclear what happens next...
      Suddenly I'm sitting on the floor with the bowl in my lap. It's full of wet towels. I pick one up and take a bite out of it. It's easier than you would think, the material separates easily. I chew and swallow. I take several more bites. I'm amazed I don't feel full yet. I keep eating.
      Tags: eating, stain, towel
      Categories
      Uncategorized
    10. Cutting Belly Buttons, and Flooding the Bathroom

      by , 09-06-2012 at 02:18 PM (Krista's Dream Journal)
      Dream - Lucid

      I was outside, I want to say I had been on some kind of mission. I was at the end of it, and the last thing I had to do was make a cut on some thin film of skin that was supposedly covering the bottom of my belly button...? I saw an example play out in front of me, and of course, there was blood. There were two ways you could do this, I don't remember the first, but the second was just simply using the scalpel to make the cut. They were illustrated by these icons in my vision, kind of like a video game screen. I didn't want to do it. I was too much of a chicken for the pain and the blood. I had gotten all the way there, and now, I was too afraid of a little cut.

      ~

      This one is kind of jumbled...let's see if I can make sense out of it.

      I feel like I was living in an apartment. I remember it being nighttime outside. I was supposed to be meeting with my friend Samira (whom in waking life I only know via the internet) for some reason. Apparently, we hung out a lot.

      Then, I was going to get in the shower. I turned it on, and the shower head was messed up, so if the curtain wasn't all the way closed, water would get all over the floor. Well, water got all over the floor, semi-flooding the bathroom and soaking the small, white Mickey Mouse towel placed by the tub for one's feet when they got out of the shower. I think the towel was supposed to be Samira's. I started trying to clean it up with another towel. I picked up Samira's Mickey Mouse towel, and it was absolutely sopping wet. I remember talking to Samira about the towel, but she wasn't there. I guess it was kind of telepathically? I'm not sure. She laughed and said not to worry about it. We talked about other things as I got in the shower, but I can't remember what.

      One of my neighbors was someone I know from the internet as well, but it was someone I don't talk to at all anymore, someone I'm not particularly fond of. Let's call him Sam.

      I remember all the talks and stuff with Samira, who in the dream I called something else, something that started with a K, like Kera or or something like that, being very pleasant.
    11. Ice Skating; WILD; Weirdness with Church Friends

      by , 09-02-2012 at 09:15 PM (Fennecgirl's Collection of Dreams)
      I was ice skating with two friends I'd just met. They were both girls. One had straight ginger hair that fell approximately down to her shoulders (maybe slightly longer). I don't remember what the other girl looked like, but I think she had black hair. There were other people there, too, but I didn't know them.

      The ice rink was outdoors and fairly small. Ice skating was a lot easier than I find it IWL. I was actually going rather fast most of the time. Every now and then, I'd fall over from being careless and inexperienced, but it never hurt. One time, when I fell forward and put my hands out to catch myself, I let myself continue sliding across the ice on my hands and feet (the blades of my skates were touching the ice) because I thought it looked cool.

      I eventually woke up (or so I thought) and considered trying WILD but decided not to because it was already morning and I didn't think I'd be going back to sleep. After a couple minutes, though, I changed my mind. Here, weird dream logic took over, telling me that WILD involves walking around the house. I went downstairs but then realized I was only wearing a towel, so I decided to go back to my room and get dressed, but I woke up before I did.

      I did a quick reality check to confirm that I was actually awake this time but soon went back to sleep anyway.

      This time, I was at church with my friend Giana. There's a little room by the sanctuary that no one ever seems to use; that's where we were. I asked her a question (though I can't remember what it was now).

      "Yeah, but no killing," she responded. This confused me, but then she made a comment about some game.

      "I thought we were talking about real life," I said.

      "I'm talking about our game," she told me. At this point, I assumed that she and Emma (another of our friends; the three of us make up our little trio) had made up some game last week when I wasn't there.

      We left the little room and found Emma waiting for us. Giana wanted me to download some music and play it for us, so I did (actually, she just took my laptop and downloaded it herself). When it started playing, I asked if there was a censored version, since the music had a lot of swearing in it, but she said no.

      At some point, we somehow ended up outside in a field. The music had stopped playing, switching to a slideshow of pictures instead. One of them was a demotivational poster. I don't remember what the text was, but the picture was a poorly photoshopped image of a cross between a lion and some other animal (can't remember what). I then alt-tabbed over to DreamViews and started typing up my previous dreams in my dream journal before waking up and realizing I'd have to type up my DJ entry all over again.
    12. 5/20/12 Colorful Classroom, Futuristic Clip, The Warehouse Restaurant

      by , 05-20-2012 at 05:28 PM (Sydney's Nightly Adventures)
      Colorful Classroom

      I remember sitting in a classroom at my school. I was with a couple other people. I was sitting in a desk in front of the teacherís desk.

      The teacher as well as the rest of the students got up and left. I stayed put, and looked around the room. I saw that the teacher had a pet bird. It didnít talk or anything though. The room was very colorful; it kind of looked like a kindergarten room.

      Then I was at a pool. There was a bridge that went over it I think. For no apparent reason I just had a towel on. I probably just got out of the shower.

      My friend Mikeís sisters were there, swimming. I waited until they were done to go put my clothes back on. I grabbed them from the floor, and headed to the backyard where everyone else was.

      The backyard looked like my momís backyard, not Mikeís house. I donít know why I didnít go inside to change, because I walked into the backyard still with a towel on, holding my clothes. But then I realized; wait, these arenít my clothes. I picked up the wrong ones! So I quickly ran back to the pool and got mine and put them on.

      I walked back to the backyard. Mike was there, and so were some other people who I didnít recognize. I think we were playing tag or something, he was trying to catch me or something. I started running, and since he was faster than me, he reached me in less than 2 seconds. He grabbed my feet with one hand and pulled them up; somehow making me lay flat on the ground.

      I looked at him and laughed. I ran away again, and he did the same thing.

      Then the dream ended.

      Futuristic Clip

      I remember being with my sister. She showed me little videos and clips about superheroes and fairytales. I remember watching some about some form of Spiderman. She told me to watch closely at the next clip. It showed the future. Everyone looked like a robot, and they talked in monotone. It was a family. Somehow the dad cracked himself (you could see a crack or something going down his body) and he died in his wifeís arms. ďOh no,Ē The wife said. ďMy husband has died. What ever shall I do?Ē

      Her daughter walks over to a tube hanging on the wall. ďLook here, mother,Ē she says. ďBring him over here, and insert his head into this tube.Ē

      The mother stuck his head into the tube. The daughter pushed a few buttons on the side, and in no time the father was alive. ďThank you,Ē he said. ďIt was like I was not really dead.Ē Then the family smiled at the camera and did a thumbs up.

      The Warehouse Restaurant

      I was traveling with my family. We came upon this little Christian school, as it said on our GPS. The outside looked like a large warehouse. We were skeptical if this was actually a school. It wasnít. We looked inside to find that it was a huge fast food restaurant.

      A guy I knew came out. He asked me what I wanted. I wondered if he recognized me; I donít think he did. I told him what we all wanted, and he hurriedly went back in.

      Soon he came out, looking for an employee that was outside. We found him talking to some woman in her car, apparently flirting with her.

      Thatís all I remember.

      Updated 05-20-2012 at 05:30 PM by 32984

      Categories
      non-lucid
    13. laying wetwall

      by , 12-03-2011 at 02:15 PM
      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.

      Updated 12-03-2011 at 03:11 PM by 37466 (changed "edges bent up" to "ends bent up")

      Categories
      non-lucid
    14. Fragments for July 14 2011

      by , 07-15-2011 at 08:33 PM (Sailing the Noosphere)
      1. I'm on a road trip in the family car. We're on a bumpy path through a forest when I realize I really need to piss. I get out of the car, find a clearing with plenty of rocks and relieve myself. As I do so, the scene seamlessly transitions into a house. When I finish up, I realize that the house is full of sorority girls who are studying hard, and mortified I run out of the building onto the porch. I'm ready to find the car and leave when suddenly they all run out of the house, dressed only in towels. Some say as they pass, "He's cute!," others, "He's weird!" They gather some distance away, and soon a group of frat guys gather and start to do comedy routines.

      2. I'm in a drive-though market, where one can pull up to stalls selling expensive deli sandwiches.

      3. President Obama thinks it is his last to live and goes about accordingly, kissing random girls and enlisting passerby into a spontaneous, show-stopping musical number.

      4. While at an orchestra practice, I notice a beautiful but disdainful blonde violinist across the room. I know that I will never see her again, so after practice I go to exchange a word or two. I am not at all put off or scared by her as we talk.
    15. Damp Towel with a Wristwatch

      by , 04-19-2011 at 10:40 PM
      WAKING LIFE DREAMING LUCID
      BOLD IF IT FEELS PARTICULARLY SIGNIFICANT


      From the night before last
      *This is a veeeery rough draft that I may or may not get around to cleaning up*


      A Boy to Include?

      a blond boy joined us
      cheap necklace/pendant
      I had one in the same symbol too
      (on reflection, i don't recognize it)
      ashamed? that mine was a weak metal
      it looked somewhat interesting though
      I didnít mean to make a wet towel hanging high on a hook on the wall fall. caught it and the wrist watch that had been laid atop it, tried to put them back as they were.
      I wondered at the dampness near the watch

      I was 13-17
      the boy was maybe 11
      we debated over if he was too young
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