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    Night of Sunday 9/10/23 (Comp Night 10)

    by , 09-11-2023 at 09:18 PM (112 Views)
    Went to bed around 11:15PM.

    Reunion of The Twist
    I'm in my middle school's gym during an assembly.
    I'm in the audience wearing a college t-shirt.
    I think to myself that I wish I would have dressed with something better (like my trusty red flannel) and showered.
    We're watching a ceremony on-stage, where my brother and sister are being honored as part of a larger group.
    Moments later, my brother is down by me in the audience wearing a similar college t-shirt as me, but I don't notice the discrepancy.
    I wonder why he isn't wearing his college's version of the t-shirt.
    The event reminds me of a band concert, they had instruments.
    DTP.
    Later we have rotated and are watching a different group of people. We are seated now.
    EC from highschool is seated in front of me.
    Awkwardly, my legs are spread apart, and he is sitting between them.
    I can feel my balls touching his back. Lovely. He doesn't seem to care or notice.
    The performers are now making an arc, again, like in band.
    I can recall that GW from band stretches forward to us, like a cartoon character (similar to how Monkey D. Luffy does from One Piece, especially in Gear 5 form).
    RW, her older brother and friend of mine, is by me now. He's excited to see her being honored.
    GW regards me, saying hello, but I get the distinct impression she was only saying so out of obligation.
    Then she stretches back to the arc, with a reverberating snap noise.
    I noticed that the bari sax players were playing without their mouthpieces on. But I don't pickup on that being especially strange.
    EC points out that they are doing a special trick with the brass, as if to explain what I noticed as normal and avoid suspicion on my part.
    Sure enough, the are moving in rhythm, doing a choreographed twist move, with the trombone players.
    They pick up their mouthpieces from somewhere out of view.
    They play a short melody with their mouthpieces only (which is high-pitched and funny to listen to) and then put them onto their instruments.
    The formal event ends and turns into more of a social.
    My brother meets up with BY and they talk about dad stuff. BY gives my brother this tablet made out of rose flower vines.
    It's not like an iPad, more of a clipboard or ornament.
    It's a strange item, but it seems to have a sort of value to it.
    The plot of the dream has changed at this point, where my girlfriend and I are now at the event together.
    AG, from my more recent friend group, is now there with us too.
    My girlfriend senses that I am exhausted from being social for this long, so she is looking for an excuse for me to leave.
    AG suggests that we check out a local escape-room called The Twist, where there is an obstacle course that looks fun.
    I tell him that my knee is still recovering, so it would probably be a bad idea.
    Within the plot of the dream, I then recall that last-year (or a previous reunion-type event like this one), there was an emergency lockdown.
    During that lockdown, I was with AG, and we left the emergency lock-down room to go to the bathroom.
    DTP.
    Now, in the present, we are in that bathroom, talking at the urinals about going to The Twist soon.
    I look in the mirror, and I am wearing a hat. I lift that hat and see that my hair is thin. Starting to recede. Great. I put the hat back on.
    There is a rotating cylinder on the floor near a sectioned off area, presumably an obstacle similar to one from The Twist.
    I test it out and my knee does OK, which I tell AG means that I can go to The Twist with him so long as the other obstacles aren't worse.
    He tells me that I should still go, but just skip the bad ones, and we can go get the girls to come along as a group.
    We left the bathroom and head back to the main assembly room where we were earlier.
    Now there is a large lit-up horizontal limbo pole crossing the entire room that we have to pass. We do so easy enough.
    AG jokes that if we can't find the girls we should just get GP (the other guy in our group of couples) and leave without them.
    DTP.
    We make our way to the exit, and outside the gym door is my Grandma M's condo outdoor area.
    I see a trash can that isn't normally there. It is overflowing with McDonald's bags and transparent extra-large iced coffee cups.
    I sarcastically give a salute and say "GOD BLESS AMERICA!!!"
    "How much money must McDonalds make, if it is like this every day?!" I say to myself.
    AG gets into his car, and drives to The Twist. For some reason, I decide to take a nap by a "For Sale" sign next to the condo and the trash can.
    ...
    When I wake up, AG is gone and inexplicably, there is gravel in my shoes. I don't care about this or consider it odd in any way.
    Because dream-logic do be like that sometimes.
    I think that I should find my girlfriend and tell her about the plan to meet at The Twist.
    I go back to the event, and enter through my Great-Grandma's condo (Grandma M and Great Grandma's condos were actually in the same neighborhood in waking life, just a few condos apart).
    This time, it is actually her home inside the door.
    There is a young boy there playing a rhythm video game that involves a cat.
    He seems embarrassed to be seen playing the game.
    I went toward the back of the condo where the bedrooms are. The layout is reversed, such that the kitchen has swapped sides with the bedroom.
    I don't notice the discrepancy, and correctly move to the bedroom area.
    There's a new door (doesn't exist in waking life) that connects the condo to the neighboring one.
    I can hear there is another family in that condo playing a Legend of Zelda game.
    I wake up with the impression that my girlfriend might have been in the guest room with another man, potentially against her will. Anxiety ensues.
    Either way, no bueno.

    Recorded at 3:30AM. Late sleep cycle 3.

    Fragment
    Walking down a shore looking for something. Sky is gray. Ambience is somber, muggy weather.
    It reminds me of Darkshore from World of Warcraft.


    Redridge Hotel
    I'm playing World of Warcraft with the boys on Discord.
    It's getting to be about time to log-off.
    I recall that ahead of time I had changed the music that will play in the Redridge zone. It now plays a song about change.
    It was supposed to be funny, but outside the context of the dream, I have no clue why.
    Maybe it was that the 10 minute plus track was replaced with a short 30 second one.
    I was waiting for the group to notice that the music had been replaced.
    The joke doesn't land. Oh well. What's new, eh?
    We reach the main bridge, and it is broken.
    I try to justify within the plot of the dream that, the bridge breaking was part of the Cataclysm expansion.
    I don't notice the discrepancy that we are playing Classic World of Warcraft, so the bridge should be in tact. Since it doesn't break anyway in waking life.
    I jump off the side of the bridge and get the group to watch.
    Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
    My gnome avatar safely lands in the water.
    Then I head to the inn to logout and get that sweet sweet rest xp.
    DTP.
    As I walk in, I'm holding a gnome toy, and the inn is a real hotel room.
    I put the toy down and "tuck him in" as a joke over some chairs.
    I went around the room and locked the doors.
    I see some messages on BattleNet from my brother, where he had gotten notifications from when I played with my display resolution settings.
    This was an accident, not sure why he was getting notifications for that. I try to explain to him that it has to do with having two monitors.
    My brother is now in the room next door, and they are connected through a door as well as an open section near the far-end of the room.
    My brother tells me there is an inspector that is coming and I should clean up.
    I shrug him off and say that "Whatever. If he finds something, he finds something."

    Recorded at 7:30AM. Mid sleep cycle 6.

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