01.16.2010 Winter Wonderland (Non-lucid)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID
I was up at these cabins in the mountains. The snow was all around...I'm fairly sure that I was there for school work, along with the rest of my class. I remember that there was this one girl I had taken a particular fancy to, and I spent the good majority of the dream chasing after her and flirting with her in general.
The first scene I remember is a restaurant. We are all inside, happy to be out of the cold. The lights were dim, there were candles on the table, and the interior was fabulous. This was definitely a high-end place. The dessert menu started to go around. I noticed that one entry was a 15-piece truffle and chocolate set, for one's own consumption. The other option was a well-sliced, chocolate covered caramel apple. I took the latter, and it appeared on my table. It was cut into 5 slices on each side, rather than the three I am accustomed to. It was positively delcious, but we did not stay long. Apparently, our teacher had insulted the chef, and we were all thrown out. The teacher called it a night and ordered us all back to our hotel rooms.
The scene skips ahead to early the next day. I remember walking under an icy overhang. Most of the roof has slid, but a particularly large and dangerous section had yet to budge. I picked up a bit of snow and lobbed it at the snow pack, but without success. I then noticed a very large sort of ice spear. I picked this up, distanced myself from the roof, and took aim at the top of the slide zone. I had broken the ice spear in half for more ammo. Both pieces left noticable marks where they impacted at the top, but still the roof refused to slide.
I made it to the teacher's work station. I was early, so I decided to do some snooping. The dream gets sort of fuzzy after this, but I believe the teacher catches me and I don't get the girl. The only thing I clearly remember is this sort of test where a person concentrates on a line and tries to move it either left or right on a bell curve. I succeeded easily with this.
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