Book of Dreams

1- Target Reality Show
I viewed this scenario from a third-person POV. There are four people working in Target, and they are not allowed to leave. After many hours of alone time in the store, one of them beings to have a nervous breakdown. Everyone tells her to settle down, and she starts yelling at herself. "If they find out I'm crazy, they'll put me in a shell!" She keeps repeating this through her sobs. The others begin to yell as well. I'm not sure, but I think Angela Lansbury is narrating the show.

2- Phoebe, Cher, and Flooding
I am at a party, and I don't know anyone. The host is Shelly, but I can't find her anywhere. My iPod is playing on speakers in the middle of the room, and I'm staring out of the balcony trying to look unapproachable as to avoid any awkward conversation. The other guests assemble on a rug and turn on the television. I turn my iPod off and watch from behing a couch. Phoebe from Friends is on the screen and everyone is laughing. I learn that they all know her personally, and she couldn't be at the party tonight because she was making an appearance on TV.

I am at Phoebe's house now, but I am not myself. I am Cher, who, according to my dream, was a character on friends. It is dark. Phoebe isn't home yet, and I have to pee. When I flush the toilet, the water overflows. It is building up around my ankles! I open the bathroom door and water spills into the foyer. "Phoebe is going to kill me!" I say to myself. The water continues to rise, so I open the screen door. The deluge flushes onto the porch. I start to kick the water onto the lawn, but it is taking too long. I can hear Phoebe entering through the back door. I realize I am naked, and I don't want her to see me. "Now she'll really think I'm insane!" I run across the lawn and Phoebe opens the door. I am caught. "Cher, what the hell?!" She yells at me and calls someone to repair the damages.

3- The Sarah Silverman Presentation
I am in my room preparing for school. On the floor are three beautiful posters for a project that is due the next day. I am very happy that my homework is complete.

The next day I walk into class and there aren't enough seats. Other students who did not find seats as well are gathered in a corner, so I join them. When the teacher comes in, she gives us extra chairs. One boy who was leaning against a whiteboard decides he'd rather sit on that than a chair, so he tries to rip the whiteboard off the wall. I can't tell if he is joking, or if he is just stupid.

Oh, crap! I don't remember bringing my posters!! I take a seat and open my bag. They are there! Thank God. I lay them out on my desk. I'm not sure what the project was, but my posters don't look like anything school related. One of them has drawings of two people dancing, another has a series of silhouetted buildings. William is sitting kitty-corner from me and compliments them. I thank him, and turn them in. When the teacher leaves the room, the lights go out and Sarah Silverman appears on the screen at the front. This is part of my presentation. "Actually," I think to myself, "I don't believe we are supposed to present these, but I know everyone is going to love this!"

When the video is over, there is a silence. I clear my throat and say in a quiet voice, "Sarah Silverman is a comedian. Everyone thinks she is dumb, but she's actually quite intelligent." The class murmurs in amazement and I am pleased with myself.

4- The Lucid
I am in a dark basement, and at the end there is a door standing ajar with a ray of light leaking into the room. With my hands against the light, I do a random RC. My left hand is missing my ring finger, and my right hand has six. I'm dreaming! Forgetting to stabalize, I walk through the door into what appears to be a laser tag arena. The heavy fog makes it hard to see. I think to myself "Increase clarity!", but not much happens. I figure that if I say it out loud, it might be more effective, but I am afraid to speak. Or I've forgotten how.

I approach a small glowing box. There is a screen on the top, and in order to read it, I have to put my face almost against it. There is a countdown, and it wants me to press something. I'm not sure what to do, so I hit it. A door opens, behind which are clear plastic strips hanging from the ceiling like the entrance to a meat freezer. Inside is a man standing in a hall facing me. I try to increase clarity, but I am losing lucidity. This is when I wake up.