5/24/08 1:00 a.m. – 11:30 a.m. 10 ½ hours
3. 5:18 p.m.—Awakening—I’m playing some sort of board game with my brother (opportunity) and sister in the attic. It’s some sort of battle game in which we have to destroy each other’s character, and two play at a time. We also have huge stacks of either $2,000 bills or maybe $200,000 bills or something equally ridiculous—break—We (the family) are setting up for a party of some sort, and our house is much nicer than it actually is, with stone floors in the kitchen (it’s fairly reminiscent of Jasmine’s house). We leave at some time and come back later. I’m setting up another round of the same game, passing out huge stacks of whatever those bills were.
5. 5:25 p.m.—Awakening—I’m in a room practicing with a couple people from band. We have some sort of concert later on, with a very small instrumental section. I’m sitting in the half-circle of chairs that is usually present (not the band room, much redder and with a different orientation). Everyone else playing is outside and the doors are open so we can hear each other. Some people in band who don’t have parts are sitting around listening. We finish practicing, and begin to make our way to the theater for the performance. A bunch of the popular kids at school are sitting around in the next room. Someone throws something big and I stop and look around, thinking that will let them know that they need to stop. I keep moving and then see something tiny and red move very quickly. I stop again, and the kids behind me say, “It’s just a gobstopper, man.” I didn’t think it hit me, but now decide that maybe it did. I say, “It’s not a big deal, I’m not like, ‘I’m gonna kick someone’s ass!’” They laugh, and I’m pleased with how I dealt with the situation. I go into the theater, and look for my place to sit. It’s set up mostly like the practice room, and I’m the only one who will be seen even though there are tons of chairs (opportunity).
Signs—Location, seating arrangements, time
7. 5:39 p.m.—Awakening—We’re getting ready for the play, and it’s just about to start. Someone quickly puts the king costume on me and I hurry onto the stage. At first I have no idea what’s going on, but then I remember that we have practiced this once before (I may be imagining it or maybe it really did happen earlier in the dream) The costume is a large white shirt with a huge blue cape over it with gold frill. Someone says their lines, and then it’s my turn, and I stand there, dumbly. I look to the side of the stage, and someone says, “The note card!” I remember that I was given a note card earlier. I look at it, and my lines are on it. I have to search the card for a minute for my lines, as it has a purple button in the middle and something I can’t remember on the left side. It’s written in terrible handwriting, and the line cuts make it flow horribly. I read choppily, taking a pause of maybe five seconds at one point. I can see everyone in the crowd becoming discontent. The lines don’t make any sense either; they’re about disgusting things like beetles and dead bodies. I get to the bottom of the card, and it ends in the middle of the sentence. I look the card over and find that it picks back up at the top right corner. I finish reading, and then the kid next to me goes. He’s wearing something like a jester’s costume (no hat though, and much more noble looking) reading off a note card too. I think at least I’m not the only one. Then girls, dressed in mostly white to look like fairies, arrive from backstage and begin their lines. They have no cards, and they have their lines memorized perfectly. I feel embarrassed that I did not prepare better. Mr. Brimi yells something about how people who actually practiced/care are doing just fine! The time for me to get kidnapped comes, and the kid with the huge white sheet costume comes to me and picks me up, setting me down in a seat in the crowd (it’s facing away from the stage). Another kid comes up behind me and says he needs the cape. I say oh yeah! And quickly take it off and give it to him. I try to convince the kids around me that I was mumbling like an idiot because I was parodying our principal (who happens to be a horrible public speaker and basically an idiot)—Reentry—I am now in the back of the stands, which slope away from the stage instead of towards, and the seats in at least the last row are facing the exits rather than the stage (opportunity). I once again give my explanation to the kids around me that I was trying to sound like an idiot on purpose. I’m sitting with my lips slightly parted, paying no attention to what’s happening when Katy Miller slips her tongue in just an inch and then pulls it back out (this really came out of nowhere). I’m not at all sure how to feel about this, but later decide I liked it. She says something about how whoever was in charge chose me for the play because I have a big you know what. I’m slightly surprised but somewhat turned on and I decide I could probably get somewhere with her if I wanted (and then I worry that she would want to have sex, which I am NOT prepared to do). Anyways, she gets up and leaves, and I’m left with Eddie Luna (perhaps) which would be pretty funny because in eighth grade he talked to me about her. I’m confused whether it was Katy or her mom who was just in the theater, and never resolve the issue.
6. 6:33 p.m.—Awakening—It’s about 7:00 p.m. (today) and I’ve been invited to play Frisbee. I’m driving the van down a windy, hilly road with houses very close to the road and very tall and skinny, and right behind the houses on the left is the lake. Going down one hill I see Joseph and Nicholas Muth. Joseph throws either a Frisbee or a football over the roof of one house and Nicholas runs after it. I see the place we usually park (what? I’ve never seen this place before in my life) but Joseph is parked in a driveway on the other side of the street so I pull in there. I pull in a ways and put the van in reverse to get it to where Joseph’s car is. It takes me three tries to get the car oriented correctly to go up the path. I finally get it and begin up the hill. I go about the length of the car up it, very quickly, and I’m surprised I can drive in reverse so well because the path is barely wide enough for the van and I stay right next to the edge the whole way up. Now I’m very high, much higher than I expected to be, and I get slightly scared. The van then falls (how? It’s on a slope!) and shuts off. I turn the key, and it slowly turns back on, and I check the reverse and drive things and they both work, so I just park in the usual place across the road. I get out and go up the steps to the house there. Dana’s mom (?) is there, giving out packets of goldfish to everyone, and holding up washed boxers for everyone (apparently they swam in the lake last time). Chris is sitting in a rocking chair, and Michael and maybe Tron are there too.
NI—Too much Frisbee
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