Thread: aioinae's dream journal ((φ(･Д･｡)

Test Panic
January 1, 2009

I was following a man through what looked like a luxurious hotel. He was taking everyone to the JLPT (= Japanese Language Proficiency Test -- I took it last month), and I was somehow late in following him. I think it was my aunt's fault. Everyone else had gone to their rooms and I was the last one following him. We couldn't find the room I was supposed to be in, partially because I was late, but the man was nice and assured me we would find it and I could take the test no matter what. At one point he stopped and turned to me, and with horror, I realized that I had forgotten my admission voucher.

Later, I was back home standing next to my dining room table, explaining to my mom what had happened. She seemed sympathetic for me.

The next thing I know, I'm watching a TV show which I'm also narrating. A man in the show climbed a tree, up to a section of the tree where the branches divided so that the man could stand up straight. The camera zoomed out to show a giant, hulking, muscular dark-brown or black beast with glowing eyes looking at the guy on the tree. It was so big it took up the entire background, so all I saw was the beast, the tree and the person standing on it. If I were even a slightly decent artist, I would definitely draw this... it was a really cool powerful scene. I, as the narrator, said "And what the townspeople were keeping was..." and was about to say "a big goat" ... but didn't.

Later, the dream focused on a calendar I had gotten for Christmas that was titled "F2C2", and had pictures of American Indians doing different things on it. I remember one picture in which one was talking to someone else in a kitchen. I was near an alleyway on a city street and met N there. All of a sudden we were both in a cabin or trailer thing, and it had turned to night. He told me he had gotten something involving Fooly Cooly, and the whole story of "Fooly Cooly" played in front of me. I don't remember it, but it involved American Indians, so I figured that F2C2 must be a sequel. Note that I've never seen the OVAs, but I know that N has watched it.

Lucidity Within Non-Lucidity
January 6, 2009

I was in/watching a sitcom. It involved 2 guys who lived in an extremely clean house that was all white inside. I remember having dinner at their table.

I had a FA. I sat up in bed and was talking to Y. I handed him a badly-drawn crayon-like green object from the floor, and he says "I (something in gibberish Japanese)." I find this weird and do a reality check. My left hand, after a careful count, has 6 fingers. I realize that I'm dreaming... but instead of getting up and doing something I threw myself back into bed and immediately "fell asleep" again.

I'm back in the white house, and I'm showing the guys my "lucid abilities" (even though I wasn't really lucid). I notice that one of the guys looks exactly like Barry Manilow. I do various things like flying a little, trying to make the Barry Manilow guy's head explode (which didn't work), and levitating a bale of hay that was sitting in a wheelbarrow outside the window. Y was now in the room connecting to the room I was in, opposite the window, and he seemed to be wandering around. He started complaining to me that the people downstairs wouldn't let him clean the sofa that was in the room.

You Killed JT!
January 7, 2009

This was basically a series of FAs, each launching into a different dream.

The first part I remember, I was sitting with my grandmother in my living room, and she was looking for the TV remote by contorting herself in weird ways. I had a remote next to me and wanted to give it to her, but she wouldn't pay attention to me.

I FAd once or twice. Now I'm in what looks like a combination pool hall-hotel room. There were pool tables near the middle of the room, but on one whole wall were beds (one of which I "woke up" from) and TVs like those you'd find in a hotel room. As I'm sitting on the bed, J and K are telling me, in an almost threatening way, that I should use my snow day (which I had learned about before I fell asleep) to work on an essay for a class I was in with the both of them. They were holding the assignment in their hands, showing it to me while they were telling me this. I felt dread wash over me as I thought of spending the entire day working on some boring essay.

After this was one or more additional FAs. In one, I remembered to do a RC, and my left hand had 6 fingers. Unfortunately, I woke up for real immediately after, did a RC that passed, and fell back asleep.

The last part I remember, I'm in a city. I see Michael Moore, except he's a dwarf who's using a shopping cart-like device as a Segway. He was chasing Adam Sandler who was in a bus, and I was following him. The bus rounded a corner, and Moore and I were suddenly climbing a fire escape on the side of the corner building. Moore was no longer a dwarf in a shopping cart, but looked like some average 20-something guy, not his real self at all. We turned a corner on the landing, and the staircase ended into the side of the building (there was no door). There was also no handrail on the left outside of the fire escape, so it was totally open.
Moore said something like he didn't expect Adam Sandler to jump, lamenting his apparent death. Just then, a woman appeared, hovering in the air over to the left of the fire escape. She and Moore started talking, and Moore began to accuse her, screaming "You killed JT!!" I was shocked to hear that JT was dead. All of a sudden, I became terrified at how high we were above the street and how easy it would be to fall. I crouched down, grasping the handrail, and started making my way down as slowly as possible.

I Use Metal in London
January 8, 2009

I was in a Chinese antique shop, looking through rows of small toys. I knew that the 2nd row from the top was all mine because I had "gotten it for Christmas." At the end of the rows of small items was a rack of business suits that was on the ground; the suits stuck out radially from the center of the rack. I looked at one of the tags attached to a suit. The tag showed a top hat and said something about how it was in the style of George W. Bush. I figured it was a joke item making fun of him. I asked my dad, who was standing nearby, about the tag, since it was attached to the suits. We agreed that the tag was misplaced.

Now I'm watching Jeopardy! on TV. The game was played on a high, dangerous glass platform above a pit, and there were only 2 contestants. While the game was being played, I was "mapping out" the game on a computer with software that let me "type out" pictures of the contestant podiums. After the end of the game, a special segment was shown in which the contestants talked about their experiences after just finishing the game. The man (who was on the left, a woman was on the right) said that the game was hard for him because it moved so quickly and there was no place in the booth to put all the paper he was using to figure out the problems, so the paper would fly off the booth and into the pit maybe 100 feet below them. The camera panned down to show what I assumed was a Jeopardy! worker searching for the paper that had been knocked into the pit, and smiling while doing it.

Cut to commercial. A woman happily says to the camera, "I use metal in London for working!" The camera shows the inside of her workplace, an office full of metal furnishings. A man with a hard hat and overalls says, "I use metal in London for building." The inside of a building under construction. The commercial continues this way with a few more people and uses for metal. Finally, a big group of people all say, "And I use metal in London for living!" The commercial is for a London metalworker's association.

By the way, I've never been to London.

After two nights of zero recall, early this morning proved to be my best dream recall yet. I woke up at around 5:30 (remembering nothing ) to attempt WILD, but my environment was too distracting, so I gave up and eventually fell asleep around 6. About every 30 minutes after that until 8:30 I woke up and recorded a dream -- that's FIVE dreams in total!

I'll skip the shortest ones and type out the longest three.


14 Days, 10 Weeks
January 11, 2009

My dad was driving with me in the car down an extremely narrow New York City street, and there were tons of squirrels and pigeons. There were dozens at any one time -- on the streets, in the trees, on the buildings, everywhere! We turned into a lawn in front of a building and parked behind a sofa there. I think I was nervous because I thought we were trespassing. I step out of the car and I'm on a walkway in front of a totally different-looking house than the ones were were parking near. My dad is talking to the woman who answered the door, and he says that something happened (maybe they first met, or last met) "14 days, 10 weeks ago." October 19? Doesn't ring a bell. I was trying to figure out in my head when that was in relation to some other date (maybe someone's birthday?), but I don't remember what.


Ramonan Philosophy
January 11, 2009

Pat Robertson was in a private library, like that of a mansion, with his wife. He was wearing an elegant purple robe. Basically, he looked like a rich asshole. This was all animated and looked somewhat like a Flash cartoon. He had a book on the floor, and poured hot tea all over it to show his contempt for it. I noted the title (don't remember it now) and looked it up on Wikipedia. It was a philosophy book written by the Ramones.

Then I was looking at a website that talked about the characters on The Office. It mentioned Pam as an "iPod baby" who was fighting the "mean old girl." I guessed this mean old girl was Angela (although I had to look up her name when awake). It's weird because she's not that old.


Pay Phone Adventure
January 11, 2009

I decided to take the car and go for a ride without telling anyone. I showed up at a motel-looking place and rang one of the doors' doorbells. A young guy answered the door, and he made it clear that he wanted to come with me, along with his young son. I tried to make excuses since I wanted to go alone, saying I didn't know where I was heading and I didn't have a GPS, but he insisted on coming, in a different car. When I was getting in my car, I discovered the GPS sitting right on the driver's seat.

I drove to a building that was in the middle of the road.



I had to get off here and pass through the house on foot through the left while the car went through the right entrance. I got out and walked in to find E having a meeting with guys in business suits. I apologize for bumping into them, since the room was incredibly narrow and I had to, to get through. I'm about to go out the back into an icy area, but all of a sudden I have to go do something else. I go through the door to the left of the back, and I find EB and several others cleaning up a room with a big rabbit cage. EB has rabbits IRL. She tells me to get a dustpan and help clean up, so I pick one up and start to help. As I do, the rabbit litter gets blown around and gets in my nose and eyes, and I'm completely disgusted.

Now I'm driving, and then walking, in a sort of city harbor area where a nearby car has that godforsaken Soulja Boy song playing at full blast. By this time I really want to use a pay phone. I want to call my parents so they know where I am and wouldn't freak out. I see one, but I thought waiting to use a different one, since the song was so loud and I would have had to yell to be heard on it. As I walked towards the phone, some tough-looking guy approached me and asked me, threateningly, if I've ever been mugged. I say no, and he asks me to turn out my pockets. I do, since I know I have nothing. Wait, then why did I assume I would be able to use the pay phone?

Now I'm walking down a city street that I assumed to be in a ghetto, even though the neighboorhood actually looked very clean and nice, nothing like a ghetto. I see another pay phone, but I decided not to chance it because of the guy's comment before about being mugged.

The rest of the dream is loosely related fragments.
I remember watching two Hispanic parents go into each of their children's rooms to wake them up. Meanwhile, I would paint letters on each bedroom door. First I wrote ZZZ, then YYY.
Then, an Asian family were arguing in a sort of abstract, minimalistic black room. The father said something that I clearly recognized as Mandarin Chinese, and the son responds in Japanese. The father then starts speaking in Japanese as well. I understand most of what they're saying in Japanese; the son wants to do something, and the father is trying to convince him against it. Eventually, the father says something totally nonsensical in English, and the son looks at him weirdly. I could tell he knew English much better than his father.
The very last thing I remember is Amanda Bynes exploring a sewer.

Altogether, the dream had a general feeling of standing up for what's right, somehow. I woke up with a vague feeling that my character in it had been part of something big... if that makes any sense...

Escape
January 13, 2009

Making progress... slow but steady.

I was following the story of a struggling "drama department." I'm speaking with one of the girls in this drama department in the kitchen, and she mentions some numbers: 2, 22, and something like 116. Suddenly, somehow, I realize that what I've been doing throughout the dream makes no sense and do a RC. Left hand, 6 (or maybe 7?) fingers. As I think about the fact that I'm dreaming, I start running to the deck in my backyard. I know what day and time (after 6 AM) it is in reality, so I know I don't have long before I have to wake up for school. I wanted to escape the scene, but I knew I would have trouble creating a brand-new scene from where I was, so I decided to leave and take whatever comes from there. I get outside and jump over the side of the deck, preparing to take off and fly somewhere else.

I forgot what happened afterward... I may have just lost lucidity, but I think I woke up. ._.

After a dry week or so for dreams, I'm beginning to recover my recall, especially now that I've been initially recording recollections in the morning with a voice recorder instead of a notepad - way much more convenient


Energy Eyes
January 21, 2009

M was at a whiteboard making text appear. It was a song that he might have been singing, or it might have been playing in the background. At first I thought it was a really annoying song, but once I heard it, it wasn't that bad.

There was a movie on that I had watched at least one time before and was watching again. It consisted of many moving images on the screen showing different animals and people and such in different places in the world. In the corner of the screen in a picture-in-picture sort of setup, I saw Godzilla destroying a mountain with bluish-white energy blasts coming from its eyes (which IIRC is not something Godzilla does at all ).


After this I reminded myself to RC when I could, and fell asleep again. Finally, my second (and again failed) lucid of the year emerges. It wasn't too interesting, but I do feel like I'm improving and thinking clearer, while aware in the dream world.


The Staircase
January 21, 2009

I was walking down a staircase that looked like the ones in the main building at school, and there was absolutely no one else nearby; I was totally alone. Suddenly I realized that the clocks I was looking at before, somewhere near the top of the stairs, were inconsistent, and would change when I was looking away and back. I looked at my hands for a RC, and they looked totally normal. I wasn't convinced, so I plugged my nose and tried to breathe -- I could.

My first thought was, "gotta stabilize." I began rubbing my hands, trying to experience the sense of touch, and tried to take in my surroundings as well. I think I was somehow worried that I was actually rubbing my hands in bed (no clue why I was worried, it's not like it would have been dangerous ), and then immediately tried to forget about lying in bed, because I knew it would be a ticket to a wakeup. None of this stabilizing seemed to help though, as the scene faded...

into a FA. Unfortunately I did not RC immediately after as I probably would have done, but because I caught myself "awake" with my eyes still closed and hadn't moved at all, decided instead to DEILD (within the dream). This didn't work, and as I opened my eyes, I think I saw someone on a computer in front of me before I woke up for real.

Blurry Hand
January 24, 2009

N was all excited because he said that he found something in our backyard. It turned out to be some kind of jewel. This find launched into a huge, epic story. I remember driving to a suburban house and trying something with parking, but I kept falling down the steps at the back of the driveway while in the car. I then remember feeling like I was watching/in Heroes (don't really watch/particularly like that show though ). There were a bunch of people together, not including me, but I knew I was a part of them. Everyone had certain missions to do, so they divided and went their separate ways.

The last part I remember, I was trying desperately to reality check, but it wouldn't work. I kept trying to look at my hands, except they were all blurry and I couldn't see them straight. I at first thought they looked normal, but I was convinced something was up. I tried to change the scene a few times by visualizing a blank white empty place to escape to, but to no avail.

Clock Controller
January 27, 2009

It felt like New Year's Eve or something. I had a device that could control all of the clocks in our house, and I remember setting them to 11:45 PM, which was about half an hour earlier. I kept getting in and out of bed, in sort of semi-FAs, to either go to the bathroom or play "pranks" on other people.

The last part I remember was a full-blown FA, in the morning. I get up and head towards the bathroom, talking to myself about how crazy the things I did before were; going to the bathroom so many times, etc. I get to the bathroom and think to RC. My hands are just like last time: jittery and blurry so I couldn't see them. I woke up right after.

Preparations for the Journey
January 28, 2009

I was in my bathroom (yet again ) and RC'd. This bathroom seems to be the only dream sign that's appeared to me... which is annoying because it's a real place that I happen to spend a decent amount of time in during the day. Checking my hands, they looked a little jittery and blurry, but I could tell they were normal, so I looked in the mirror and tried to do something else that would prove I was dreaming. My face and head began to get rash-like splotches all over, and then a big bulge grew on my head. I wasn't bothered in the least bit by this, and I smiled, since I now knew I was dreaming.

For pretty much the rest of the dream I remained lucid, although it was low-level. I could barely control anything, and I wasn't fully aware that the DCs and such were unreal, but I was always aware that I was in a dream.

My first lucid thought was to go to Atlantis to meet Tlahti and ThreeLetterSyndrom (our agreed-upon meeting place). Then I was in my kitchen with my mom and aunt. I decided that if I could make the roof fly off, the kitchen would flood and I could get to Atlantis easily from there. I pointed my arm at the ceiling and, after considerable effort, it came off. The room I was in all of a sudden became a living room/lounge-type area, still with the roof missing, and above was a tree with half of its leaves turned orange, as in autumn, and half still green... it was honestly beautiful. My aunt started explaining to me how the leaves were all the wrong color, because it's a certain chemical or something that makes them that way (something I could see her saying IRL). I responded jokingly, "Oh, so I guess my mind can't create beautiful enough scenes for you?"

Next thing I remember I'm in my old middle school. The strain of remembering that I'm dreaming started to weigh on me, so I was struggling to stay lucid through this. I was sitting with DC "friends" in the cafeteria when someone from an "AP AP class" came up to us -- I guessed it meant that they study people who are in AP (Advanced Placement) classes. Someone from the class wanted to interview me, and asked me for my name. I gave it to them, but they couldn't understand me, so I had to tell them several times. I saw them writing it down, and I could tell they were writing it down backwards. I thought, "oh, it's too bad, this guy's dyslexic..."

Then I was in the gym and was playing a game where everyone had to run around and ask people for each other's business cards and interviews. I really wanted to get it over with so I could get out and go to Atlantis.

Finally I could leave. I was at the bottom of the stairs at one of the buildings of my high school, and there were a few different kinds of food (bread, and cheese maybe) spread out over the bottom area of the steps. R was going through the food with his friends and picking out what he wanted. I figured that it would take a while to get to Atlantis, so I took 2 pieces of bread and a few of whatever else they had there and wrapped it up in a tiny napkin... and woke up.

I'll get there next time, I swear!

Terrible recall lately, but I figure I should be putting something up here.

90 in a 30 Zone
February 6, 2009

I had just finished filling up at the gas station, which looked more like a car wash. A voice said out loud something about my mileage. As I drove out and turned the corner, the area looked like the hospital parking lot. I saw W on foot coming straight towards me, but then she turned into a lane that went off to my left, stopped, and nodded at me calmly as I went by. As I got to the edge of the parking lot, I was moving a little too fast and ended up bumping into a wooden post that marked the correct path out. It was no big deal; I backed up a bit and continued on safely.

Just then, a police siren starts up right behind me. I look in my rear-view, and there it is, with lights flashing. I quickly put my signal on and pull over to the right to let them pass, since I was initially hoping they were going after someone else... but I see them pull right behind me. I'm petrified, thinking they're going to give me a ticket for hitting the post. But then, I hear on their radio, "got someone going 90..." I realize I hadn't been watching my speedometer at all and I was probably going that fast!

I'm glad I woke up there

Clairity Hunt
February 7, 2009

A spider had bit me near my bed and left a charred-looking black mark on my arm right before I killed it. As I walked in somewhat of a panic to the bathroom, I saw an animated image of a man explaining he had thought that his bite from this particular spider was swelling outward, but after a while it turned around and took hold of and covered his face. Once I got into the bathroom (that same bathroom!) I noticed that this made no sense and that I was dreaming.

The first thing I thought of doing was to complete the first lucid task, to hug Clairity. I walked toward my parents' room, which was dark, and thought, "when I turn on the light, Clairity will be here." I do and no one's there. I figure that since I vaguely saw what was in the dark before I turned on the light, opening a door would work better. I go to the closet, assert that Clairity will be in the closet when I open the door, and open it -- still no one. I turn around to head back to find her somewhere else. Since I feel like the dream's fading a bit, I shout out loud, "increase lucidity!" Not much happens. I go out to the hallway, which somehow changes into the dining room, and walk into the living room. I turn the corner to see a woman standing there...

and lose lucidity. It's as if I had a FA. My parents and brother are making fun of me because I shouted "increase lucidity!" It bothers me that I didn't wonder why they knew what I had dreamed about... I go back to my parents' room and notice that the paintings on the wall are different from when I was in the "dream", back to their "original places" (still completely different from their actual room).

Sad News
February 9, 2009

I was in a bookstore where the books hung on racks and had hard plastic cases covering each book, somewhat like how electronics are packaged. Y pointed out to me that if you read certain books on the racks, it would spell out some sentence with sexual connotations. I figure it out and laugh.

At the bottom right of the shelves were the bestsellers. Y held each one up for me to ask if it was a good book. He tried to open the hard plastic case on the first one, but had trouble with it. I told him that I didn't really care for the first two, but I was reading the third one, which had a light blue cover, for my Icelandic class. I remember the Icelandic class from sometime much earlier in the dream. I don't know Icelandic, nor am I taking a class on it, just to clarify. Next I was trying to teach Y how to spell "Antarctica," or maybe some word (maybe in Icelandic?) similar to it. However, I kept writing the lowercase 'a' incorrectly:



I think I was trying to write a two-story 'a', just sort of... forgot that the second story was supposed to go on top?

Next, there was a man on a cell phone in this same store, saying to someone that he was here, and that he wanted to meet the other person face-to-face, whether he go to her (I knew the other person was female) or she to him. He looked grim... and said, "I have sad news."

Admissions Monsters
February 12, 2009

An elephant man was reviewing my application to Wake Forest University, which I did not actually apply to. I wanted to know how he felt about it and couldn't tell from afar. I was then in the library with another monster man, who looked more like one of the things from Where The Wild Things Are, who was looking over my application to Middlebury College, where I did actually apply. I could tell he was a nice guy, more so than the elephant man. I could also tell that he was quite impressed with my application, which I felt good about; however, he showed a few signs of worry when he pointed out a mistake I had made on the essay. At the end of what looked like footnotes, but at the top of the page, and after a "Fact 5)" and "Fact 6)", "Fact 4)" was written, along with a sentence fragment that didn't belong, which probably should have gone on the page before it. I told the man it was probably just my friends messing with it or whatever, and he smiled and seemed to understand.

Microbe
February 17, 2009

TN had given me something to prepare in its final form, a sort of binder or school report. I went over to a place that I had been earlier that looked somewhat like my high school's gym, but before it was bright and happy; now it was dark and desolate and looked almost abandoned, aside from a few people there with a machine to process whatever I was to give them, and a high throne which had been vacated since earlier. This throne reminded me of Akira.

The woman there, who I could tell had a Polish accent (I might have been in Poland), said that she couldn't accept the thing because it had a microbe in it, and she wasn't going to take it out. She argued, "what's the point of doing this? It will take too much time, and what is this in the great wheel of history, this insignificant event?" She was trying to say that not helping me out wouldn't be a detriment to her life in the least, and that me not helping TN wouldn't matter at all in the grand scheme of things. Sort of deep now that I think about it... or maybe just spiteful. I, however, didn't want to get TN mad, so I said that it was significant to me and I would do it myself.

She gave me a piece of intestine and told me that the intestine has a tracking system that shows you where the microbe is. I located it immediately; on the intestine was a large red dot surrounding the microbe. It approached the side of the intestine and then popped outside, and I very easily managed to squeeze it out onto the table in front of me. The woman was surprised because it didn't take long at all.

Somehow, the microbe then became a beetle. The woman tells me that the beetle, which she called a ladybug even though it clearly wasn't, creates a poison that is "searing" to humans. The beetle was running around the table, and I kept blocking its path with a piece of paper. Eventually, I managed to knock it onto the floor and I lifted my legs up so it couldn't spit its poison on me. Fortunately, the floor was made up of long boards with space in between, so it fell between two of the boards, beneath the floor. I was relieved that the beetle was gone, and happy that TN's binder was almost ready, so I could return it to him.

Assassin
February 20, 2009

I had shot and killed a few people in a hotel room, and was now attempting to escape the hotel without getting caught. My partner and I (name unknown) thought that if we walked through a certain set of doors, no one would ever suspect us. The reasoning was that hundreds of people walk through those doors into the hotel every day, so how could they pick us out of the crowd? As we walked out, however, I could tell that the man at the front desk became suspicious of us. He started following me and asking me questions like what math class I was taking in school (personal questions like that ). I kept a straight face and tried not to let on as I continued to walk out.


Science Museum
February 20, 2009

F walked into Mr. H's class, which was dark, and announced that last night he had realized he was dreaming, became lucid, and went to find Clairity. He pointed Clairity out in the room, but I didn't see who she was. I told him that I remembered my dream from last night, and it had something to do with Mr. H being strong or something like that.

At some point I became semi-lucid and went to look for Clairity, but sort of glitched out into another part of the dream.

The next thing I remember, I was in a sort of science museum, and I had a blue marker that could write on windows without actually writing on the window itself; sort of an augmented-reality whiteboard. On one window I just made splatters, thinking that someone might take them for blood. On another one I wrote a few Chinese characters, including 物.

Next, I remember looking at a huge wall in the museum. The wall was made of tiles of four different pictures, and I knew each picture was from one of four different countries. Looking through the wall somehow, I saw my dad walking outside. We approached each other, and we shared an exhibit that was both inside and outside: an important sound clip from World War II. Suddenly, I heard an alarm and a person calling, and I turned around and walked towards the middle of the building. Apparently, I had no clothes on this entire time, just a towel wrapped around my waist, and the call was for packets of powder which, when eaten, would give you clothes. I saw them being handed out very fast and I wondered if I could get one before they were all gone.

Singing Restaurant
February 21, 2009

It was afternoon, around 12:45, and my parents were driving us to my aunt's house. I was irritated because I wanted to meet N this afternoon, but now I wouldn't be able to. I realized that my parents had said yesterday that there would be nothing much going on today, so I wondered if this could be a dream. I willed myself to wake up , and I might have woken up, but it was probably just a FA.

Cut to a small restaurant. Whenever someone approached the door to the restaurant, cymbals would start crashing. When they opened the door, everyone in the room would sing the end of the Star-Spangled Banner to them: "O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!" A woman walked in first, and she seemed happy about the song. Then, everyone started talking about another woman who we thought was coming, and how she was always a happy, excited person. We start to hear the cymbals and everyone got ready. In walked a tall woman, perfectly straight-faced. She wasn't affected by our singing; instead she ignored everyone and sat down near me to her meal. The food was some kind of ice cream or pudding with a snake on top. She didn't want the snake though, so she carefully set it aside.

Metaphorically Speaking
February 22, 2009

Flight of the Conchords was performing a song like "Jenny," but it was a little different. I thought it might be a sequel to that song. At some point they were talking about the equation: 9 = 4 + x². Jemaine said, "The last time I solved that equation, I was in a bucket full of pumas." Everyone laughed, myself included. I think I associated the number 4 with a puma.

Revolutionary
February 26, 2009

I was playing an arcade game that felt like a fighting game, but was actually more of a sidescrolling action-adventure type. Four different, but similar-looking characters showed on the screen. They all had the same face, haircut, and birthday; however, they were different colors and they had different hairstyles. (I considered a haircut as the hair on top of the head, and a hairstyle to extend forward from the back part of the haircut.)

Next, I was testing out some kind of "revolutionary" new e-mail system. An e-mail could now contain pictures that open up in a spiral shape and unexpected areas of the body of the mail could become hyperlinks. I thought of it poorly, since most of it seemed like it could be done in HTML. Only three people were testing the new system out: M, RK, and me. I was in Gmail and looking at a new drop-down menu that had an odd-shaped blue logo to click on to write in the old mail format, and further down the list, the same logo with the number '2' to write in the new format. Someone who helped to create this revolutionary new system, possibly a Google employee, passed by the chair I was sitting. He looked at my mail, and joked, "Ah, the curious case of M, RK and [me]'s e-mail!"

The Day After My Birthday
February 27, 2009

It's the day after my birthday and I'm driving to a hospital. I come to a fork in the road with a sign in the middle, which reads that boyfriend-and-girlfriend couples should turn right at the fork and all others should turn left. I'm with my "girlfriend," so I turn right and feel great as I speed away.

Time reverses itself and I come to the fork again. This time, I have no girlfriend. I turn, dejected, to the left.

While driving, to my left on the ground is a display of large statues of insects that are each assigned to a science: there are bugs for biology, chemistry, physics, etc.

I see a TV news crew doing a story on the hospital. They mention a building that had been closed down by the government because it was "too scary," and how the same may soon happen to the hospital.

I'm running for the hospital door, and directly in front of me is a cloud of thousands of insects. I don't want to run through them, but I have no choice. They're everywhere now, and I feel like I'm choking.


Hangfei
February 27, 2009

Hangfei is the Chinese name of someone I know (he goes by an American name as well).

My dad is driving towards a Chinese restaurant, not paying attention to where he's going. He keeps saying "Hangfei, Hangfei..."

Suddenly he realizes he's entirely too close to a car in the parking lot of the restaurant. He stops extremely short and curses loudly. I'm startled and I yell, "what, what?!" My dad says jokingly, "Now people are going to think that's the name of the restaurant -- Hangfei!" He laughs.

Potential Energy
February 28, 2009

Someone had built a homemade cannon and was showing it to me. He told me that there are two ways to fire it. The old way is to light a wick that burns down until it ignites the gunpowder. The new way involved pushing something on the back part of the cannon and then pulling a lever.

I was thinking of making a physics problem involving the cannon. I wanted to make a problem that would trick people by giving v(o), m(cannonball), etc., and θ = 0°, and ask what ΔU was.

Surprisingly, the physics I was thinking of in the dream was perfectly accurate , even though the problem was extremely easy...

You Dropped These
March 1, 2009

A friend (who might have been Y, I'm not sure) and I were sitting at a picnic table. An extremely fat Britney Spears walked by and accidentally dropped some coins in front of the door behind us. They were reverse coins, that had negative monetary value. I gave them to my friend to give back to Britney, but he was apprehensive about it. I told him it was no big deal, just say, "you dropped these," and give them back.

I walked into my bedroom, and a clock began to flash a message about "surpassing" something I bought on eBay.

The Haunted Cabin Apartment
March 5, 2009

C and I were in a cafeteria, though not a school one. C was off in the corner being interviewed by someone about what being a student at my high school is like. I knew they would call me next since I was the only one from my school there besides C, and I was planning my response. I wanted to say that I was relieved to finally be graduating, and that high school wasn't really an amazing experience for me.

Possibly in the same building, I came to a flight of stairs with concrete walls. Cryptic messages were scrawled all across the walls, and one phrase that was in red, off to the left, struck me in particular as I climbed the stairs. I don't remember what that phrase was now. As I reached the top, I turned left. The room was in ruin, with wooden beams and plastic or cloth sheets all over. What most struck me, though, was the rotten corpse lying across the floor.

Afterward, someone came to take the corpse away.

Time reversed itself. I climbed the stairs again. This room up here has something to do with my family history, I thought. I wondered what might be off to the left now. A quick glance made me wince: the corpse was there again. I had been brought back in time to before I came up here for the first time, possibly several years before. I chose to head right this time.

It was a beautiful old cabin with antique wood furnishings, windows looking out on an amazing seascape, and EN sitting in a chair nearby. I started chatting with him, mentioning how nice this place and the view from here was. I wondered if I might be able to live here despite it being obviously haunted. I had no other place.

I had a "lucid" within a non-lucid. I was trying to look around, but my vision was blurry and I couldn't do anything.

The Calculus Advocate
March 7, 2009

My entire AP Calculus class was wandering around the completely different room. We were all trying to solve the problem that the completely different female teacher had written on the board.

I figured out a way to simplify the problem, did it in my head, and stated the answer: "1 = arcsin²x!"

Upon hearing this, a woman in the class with us shouted, "STOP!"

She told us that she'd never been so impressed with the class, and wanted to congratulate me and someone else who was doing well. I was a little embarrassed and didn't really get why she wanted to congratulate me.

Later, I learned that this woman was the same person who pressed charges against two students in the class who were failing.