[Removed: Unnecessary explatives. I should wash my mouth with soap for that Self-punishment for what isn't punished by others is important]. Sorry about the language, but I was nearly done with an entry which I had spent a pretty long time writing (at least a total of 25mins), and I had a lot written, and then I accidently hit a bunch of keys simultaneously (I don't even know which ones) and closed the window, canceling all my work. #@$##@$#%!!$%$.
You get the drift of how I feel.
[size=12]Sorry about the rather long time between posts. I haven't felt well, and due to the length of one dream I was too lazy to write it down (now my motivation is even less (see top), but I'm doing it anyways). I basically have been holding a few dreams in my head since the 12th (probably why I only recalled one dream since then). I really should have just posted it, but I'm a procrastinator, and found excuses not to. I guess I got what I deserved as punishment when I somehow managed to hit just the right key combination accidently about two or three minutes between finishing my entry. %$#&
[size=18]Night of 4/11/06
[size=12]I had a pretty good night. I recalled two dreams, and both were pretty long. They were also interesting in that they contained segments with gaps, and whiel the segments were short enough to fit into one night of dreaming easily, with the gaps, in one dream it was like months in the dream world, just with many totaly unrecalled segments in between remembered ones. The other took place over a couple hours.
[size=18]dream1
[size=14]I am in the study class classroom (a class where you learn to study) at school, and the teacher is telling us something. Then the tech teacher walks in and talks to us. I think i talk to him, but I don't know. The class ends and I go to my locker, but for some reason all the lockers have been replaced with these really wierd ones, and while the password is the same the lock is different. In this lock there is an outer circle of numbers, a middle circle, and an inner circle. These circles are colored different colors, and to open it, you have to turn them each to the right numbers. The problem is that for some reason, the numbers are scrambled, and I can't find the numbers as there are more than usual, and they aren't in order.
The next thing i remember is that I am in the lobby, slightly after the bell has rung. As always, there are some kids there hanging around. For some reason I go to homeroom, and there are a couple kids there, so I guess the teacher was having extra help. I ask her why the lockers are different, and she gives me some reason. I don't remember what it was, but i think it was either vandalism of the other "good" lockers (which are not what you call good), that too many people were breaking in to peoples lockers, or something else (don't know waht).
I am now walking down the hall with my friend, and as we get near the end there are some people working on these big bulky blue locker things the width of a car, and the height of a person. I think they are trying to open them. My friend says something about we're lucky not to have something like that. at the end of the hallway, instead of the school lobby, we end up in the place between the blue and green wings in the boston Science Museum (you know what I'm talking about if you've been there)
[size=12]The dream ends here. It is a few hours long, but it was early in the night, so I wasn't asleep and didn't have enough REM time for this, which is why I think there are the blanks. I think my brain somehow created a longer than I am asleep dream where instead of remembering multiple hours, my brain put in blanks so it could take place over a longer time in the "dream world".
[size=18]dream2
[size=14]I am in some place in either siberia or russia. It is mountainous, nad snowy, and I am going somewhere. I think it is by foot, but I may have been in a sleigh or some other vehicle. I think I am with one other person. As we travel, we see a bunch of old ladies going somewhere else. They are in some vehicle, possibly a sleigh, but I don't know.
I am now in this airport-like place. It is somewhat dimly lit. I go into this room where there are a bunch of people (I think). The entrance to where I am going is in the back.
Now I am in this soccer-field like place, just without markings/goals. I think it is underground, but I don't know because in dreams light is just there, so I have no clue if the lighting is sun or artificial. I think this was my destination. I am on some bleachers, which are behind where the goal would be if this was an actual soccer stadium, and not a well trimmed field in that shape, and at the bottom is this shortish, white-haired, old wise man who is in charge of our colony of people or whatever and he is giving some kind of speech (I don't remember what it is about). My friend and his friend are behind me. At some point my friend's friend grabs me and pulls me down, pinning me to the bleacher he is on, I think by the head (sitting on it?). My friend is laughing as they are doing this to try to piss me off. I think they fail, and either he lets go, or I struggle free. I don't know which. After the leader guy finishers speaking we get off the speakers. At the bottom are plastic tables and chairs like you see in a pool (the kind with the umbrella sticking up from the middle). There is food on the table (I guess it's dinner time). Some guy tells me that I did a very poor job painting some houses (something to do with color/number of coats/paint type, but I don't know which of those it was). Then everyone starts running a lap. As I just got here I am utterly confused (which brings up the question when did I paint the houses here if I just got to this place?), so I ask the guy who told me about my painting errors what is going on. He tells me that everyone runs a lap before eating each meal (there is a reason I don't remember). I start running in a straight line to make up my lost distance, and nearly run into the other people who are already mid lap. I then feel bad about cheating, so I run all the way to the end of the field, nearly slam into the wall, and complete my lap from there.
I am now back in Siberia/Russia watching this family with parents and a little girl (about 5 years old). I am with one other person, and I am not sure if we are physically there monitoring the area, or if it is by some remote viewing. We see the old ladies again riding on a sleigh pulled by horses, (it is a different place than when I saw them the first time), and the person with me says something about how it's been 4 months and they are still able to use the sleigh (I guess where they are going they will have to travel by foot at some point).
I am now back in the underground place. If you look from the bleachers I am in the left corner on the other side of the place. The leader guy is talking to me about the paint on the houses, I think about how I have to do another coat of paint or redo it. Here there is a path from this main area to where there are houses, and other stuff.
I am now in this room about 25 meters by 10 meters in size. All I remeber is that it is covered with a brown tiled floor, and I think it is a playroom and there were kids there, but I don't remember.
I am now back in the airport-like place (I think it leads to a bunch of places, like the soccer-field like place, but it definitely isn't actually an airport, it is just reminiscent of one). I am with the little girl I saw earlier. Her parents aren't with her. I don't think they are dead or something else bad happened, as she isn't sad, but I have no clue where they are. I am about to lead her to the terminal entrance place, but she goes the other way, which turns out to be the correct terminal, and because I have no sense of direction, I just went the wrong way. I am rather relieved she figured out the right way. In the terminal room place, there are a lot of people wearing furs, and other arctic appropriate clothing, and because of the number of people I am worried we can't get in. We get in.
[size=12]Finally, over. I think there may have been another segment but if there was I don't remember it. I think the explanation for the last dreams length also explains this ones
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