I promise I'll never use this method again. I woke up at 4:30 and remembered the first dream. I only wrote down key words. Now, I have a big problem. I can't remember if I had this dream and one other huge one or this one and two others. Anyways, I'm going to break all of this up into 3 dreams, because honestly, I have no idea how all this shit happened. I promise though.... next time I wake up at 4:30 in the morning and remember a dream, I'm typing it in this bad boy before I forget most of the details.
6-28-06 - Prom and Frustration with Stepmother
I can't believe I didn't go lucid in this dream. I realized, right in the middle of everything, that prom had already come and gone, and that all of what I was doing was stupid. Somehow, however, the words "I am Dreaming" seemed to slip my repertoire of good ideas. Dammit.
Anyways, I remember freaking out because it was time for prom, and I specifically remember being an hour and a half away from the time of prom and not being ready. I forget the exact moment, but I think I walked out my front door and down the stairs, then realizing that prom had already come and gone, that I went and had a good time, and that was that.
The only other thing I really remember about this dream is going back in the house, going to the stairs leading up, and yelling at my stepmother for something (who works in an office on the second floor). I don't know what I was upset about, but I was.
Here's the keywords I (sloppily) wrote down.
-prom
-drink
-gone
-frustration w/ stepmother
I have no idea what drink was for, or rather, can't remember. Gone, if I remember correctly, referred to how I remembered it had come and gone.
6-28-06 - Hotel, Drink Room, and "A"
To protect people's identity, I will be naming a person in my dream "A," because some of my friends read this and "A" just happens to be someone they know.
This really is just one big fuzzy memory, honestly. Everything went so fast. I remember riding on either a bicycle or a dirtbike around this circular room all covered in beige tiles and listening to some radio show. All I can remember the radio show saying was how much they suck on the show. Lol. At the end of the path was a room with drink machines, which felt like a janitor's closet. I didn't get a drink, But I noticed that on one of the machines, George Bush's face was on it, and right below it was a grape soda button. Guess he's a fan of grape soda? I dunno.....
Anyways, I think I was in a hotel. I remember being on a floor in the place with lots of doors and people hanging around the entrances.... very much like a hotel. Only this time, I saw A at the door, and I waved to her. I don't remember exactly what happened, but I do remember talking to her. Later on in the dream I remember going into her place when she was gone and talking to her mother. Her mother had a hard time saying and spelling my last name, which all people do, so I got a sheet of paper and wrote it down for her. However, every time I wrote it down correctly, I looked back and noticed that I messed up in writing it. I wrote it a few times until I got frustrated.
It was at this point her mother handed me a weird keypad type thing and said something like, "We have the AOL product." The keypad was ridiculous- it had random numbers in awkward places, arrows, and symbols, and the keys changed as I looked over it. She told me to type my name in that thing, using the symbols. She said something like, "I know the first three are front, arrow, arrow..." or something like that. I'd never seen such a device before, and I couldn't figure it out. I remember asking her if she wanted my phone number instead of my last name because that would've been easier, but she said no and that she wants the last name.
I remember speaking to A when she came back. She said something about ripping a page out of some book, which I thought was a yearbook. She then said she had to write letters to all the people in some drama performance, and because she didn't go and didn't take any pictures, it'd be really hard.
I remember her having a little sister in this dream, but I know she doesn't. I can't much remember any more of this dream.
6-28-06 - Dad's Party and The PantsParty Gang
I remember being at another one of my father's infamous house parties where there was nothing but little kids and family members. I seemed to actually be having fun though.... strange.........
The pool was different though - There were two circular pools... well, it'd be best to just show you, kinda hard to explain. Just know that the one on the right is the elevated pool, which I never did get in.
I remember swimming in the one what got overlapped. I remember playing around with some of the younger people. I remember I did some sort of dunking manuever on someone and I ended up falling out of the pool. When I got back in, I remember hearing someone say "Me next!"
I remember then doing all sorts of wrestling moves on one of the 'kids' there, whom I recongnized to be my second-cousins. I remember that a guy on deck 2 told me to stop attacking him, but I told him it was all in good fun and he stepped off. I then proceeded to powerbomb the shit out of the same second-cousin. It was kinda botched though... kinda like when Kevin Nash powerbombed the Giant back in WCW and dropped him on his neck... lol, good times.
I remember walking through the house into a new deck area on the side of the house, which I had never seen before. Some of the people from my father's last party were there, and I sat down by them to listen to their conversation. I forget what they spoke about, but I remember my chocolate labrador running out and going crazy, and people started playing with him.
I remember being around the front of my house, looking for one of my second cousins. I couldn't find her, and then I forget what happened.
Then I remember being in a gang. Yes, before I used to rival against gangs in my dreams. Now, I'm a thug myself. Ugh.
But yeah, it was a group of me and like.... 5 or 6 other thugs, going around door to door. When the person answered, I'd say nasty shit about them and piss them off, and the other members would hold them back as we ran away. I think we did this two or three times, and on the last time, the house we went to happened to be a gang house, and as we tried to get away, it wasn't just one gang member but like 3 or 4, and a few of them were targeting me in specific.
I remember something about people thinking of calling the FBI, but I don't know the details.
EL FIN. THANK GOD.
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