I feel so ashamed of myself! Taken in like that! My subconscious mind is really decious.
Tonight I (unintentionally) tried the WBTB method. (My mom woke me up after 6 hours. (either dreamless or without remembrance, so I gave it a shot.) I kept having really short, say 1-hour, dream intervals. I can vaguely remember at least 4 of them. Each time was different. The worst part is though, I should have written them down in my DJ (analog version. Up until now, of course), only, I was too lazy or tired. And then, horror of horrors! My third dream. It was about writing my other experiences. IN a DJ! And all my 'writing' of dreams was no hint to me. Hmm... I wonder if some of the other dreams took place, or whether it was an extended sequence with a false awakening. A very convincing false awakening.

First few dreams. (1 or 2? Or maybe just 1). All musical in nature. One was about a band shell, I remember that much. Jazzy. The rest is a bit vague. The other was about a rock concert, and I was up right against the stage, only, I couldn't really see the stage, since I was backwards, so I flipped my head back, and sort of look upside-down at them.

The next was a vivid sequence about school. It started with a group of people from my improv group (school improv troupe) hanging out outside, ro in a restaurant. It was sort of continually stuck in a sort of late-evening feel. Just about the time the streetlights turn on, only, I don't remember streetlights. Just ambient light as though they were there. We were in a restaurant, at one point, similar to a place that I know. As we stepped outside, I saw a figure pacing, cigarette in hand. Turns out, in the dream, it was an old member of the troupe who had gone on to college. He had stopped by to say hello. He said he had gotten an apartment thataway and pointed. The direction, it seems to me, was East. (we were facing south, as best I can tell). We all walked back towards the school. Which, it seems now, was only a block away. And in progress. Just about at lunchtime. So I started walking in, when Pete (the guy in college) pulled me aside to talk about a problem heating his apartment he had mentioned earlier. The doors to the school were propped open a bit by two extension cords running in. One of the DCs commented on this. And how it was odd. (still no RC!) He asked if he thought he could steal heat from the school, with a tube or something (I don't think it was a cord, just a sort of vacuum tube to direct heat), running from a sort of box outside, that seemed to be a heating/power thing. I said that right now people would notice, but maybe in winter, when there would be more cords on the ground, it would blend in. Also the snow. (blend in? what the hell was I on?) So I merged into the seething crowd of students moving on the staircase (my school is 4 stories), entering through a door that never existed before, making my way up a floor to a section of the school that didn't exist, where my locker apparently was. (being a senior, my locker will be on the 1st floor.) While on the stairs, I kept asking people what period it was. And either I couldn't tell them properly, ot they wouldn't answer properly, but they kept jerring or thinking I had gone crazy. (I recognized a few DCs as people I know). I got sort of turned backwards trying to ask, but the progress of people would not stop, and I was sort of carried away by the current. Then of course, at my locker, I had to get my book, this time for Philosophy. Of course, I couldn't remember my combination, it being a new lock (this is bogus, same lock as last year). The lock was purple. I looked around the corner, and my friend James was there, also having trouble remembering his combination. I told him he could go see the dean of students to get the combination. He seemed thrilled to have a(nother?) conversation with him. I said I'd come with, but I didn't have time! I was going to be late for class. So looked around, and so that I had my coat out, and two backpacks, and didn't have time to putthe stuff in the locker, but also that I had my book out, and I (heh) remembered (oh you crazy dream logic) that I had gotten it out yesterday. So I packed up my stuff, with one backpack inside the other, slung my coat over my shoulder, and hurried on to my class. Out of my backpack, I had taken a sheet, only, I couldn't really read it (agh! yet another very clear sign). I determined, though, that it was because of the fact that I was rushing towards class, and it was a 'blah blah, what's this? AGH NO TIME' moment, rather than not actually being capable of reading. As I rushed on to my class, I was going up the stairs, and the teacher who had been at the corner sort of watching me, and reminding me of my second backpack, and not to forget things, was telling me not to disregard the sheet I had, which had something to do with personalized armbands, for spiritual reasons, or something. I threw it out as I passed a garbage can on my way up the stairs. I remember something about eyes. Thinking about the armbands. And symbols. Different kinds of eyes. And perhaps meaning wisdom. And how would you do that> Maybe an owl's eye? But how would you know it as an owl eye? Well, maybe a feather. Yeah. At this point, I finally reached the fifth floor of my 4-floor school and hurried into class. It was big, and full of people. I stood behind a desk in the corner next to the door. The teacher was an Indian woman up at the front, who asked me and another student to stop. (stop! why didn't I stop! and think!) I had an excuse ready, after all, I had been with the improv group moderator. She asked me if I could show her my book, at least. I realized that the book I had grabbed was the wrong one, so, thinkking about how I HAD the book, I said 'Well, I can, but I can't'. She seemed kind of annoyed (and now took on a mildly French accent, instead of the Indian one) and said, 'Well, that's what everyone loves about Philosophy, isn't it? You think you can get away with things by explaining it like that', (or something like that). So I scanned the edge of the chalkboard behind her for a philosophy book i could borrow for the class. Unfortunately, only Theology books! Damn! And then it fades out.

Next dream. (or part of a dream, I suppose.) Writing about the other dream (which may be why I remember it so well. I experienced bits of it twice.) in a dream journal. What irony!

The next was very odd. And it's a bit fuzzy since I was woken prematurely by a phone call. I find that the interrupted dreams lack the closure (and apparently, the clarity) of the completed ones. I remember that it was about counseling of some sort. And that I was grouped with a counselor, and a group of (3?) other much younger boys (maybe 10 years old or less), that were all corrupted by knowledge that they shouldn't have had. It was awkward. And there was water. I remember that. Because when it was your turn to speak, you went into the water. I sort of went between to stone things. It was kinda cozy, I guess, but shallow water. And quite murky. When it was the third person's turn (I was second), he didn't want to go in the water, because he was afraid. I started getting more comfortable, and playing around. I lifted a foot out of the water, over the (weird, huh) white carpet that was on the other side of the room where the conuselor (fairly young, maybe in his 20's, and seemingly inexperienced) was. He seemed shocked and yeled at me to get my foot back in the water before I got mud or something on teh carpet, and then we'd ALL be in trouble. So I pulled it back in. The counselor came to check the carpet, and was relieved that nothing had gotten on it, and said I was very lucky. And I was all like, psh, it's because I'm good. Then there was some joke about the first kid (who was a total perv), and how he shaved his balls. The councelor had been trying hard to get the boy to tell him where he learned all this stuff (and it was very awkward around the boy. Uncomfortable). The last thing I remember, before the dream faded, was the kid saying, quietly, 'It was a porn site...'
Then a phone call, in real life, and that was the end of that.