Dream Journal

One of the weirdest dreams I've ever had. When I woke up from this dream, I wrote a VERY extensive entry into my hand-written DJ so I wouldn't forget ANYTHING.

My girlfriend and I break up. We aren't currently anywhere, all I can see is my phone. Eden (my girlfriend) sends me a text saying "Hey, I think we should break up, it's just not working." I send back, "We should meet at the school and talk about this."
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Eden and I are texting each other, even though we're sitting right next to one another. This is something we have done in real life, when we first started dating. It's unclear to me what the texts say. We're sitting in the school atrium on a 3 level bench, which is absolutely NOTHING like the school I actually go to.

The ground and walls are made up of very gritty, very dark, and very smooth marble. The darkness of it, almost seemed to suck in 90% of the light that was pouring in from the ceiling windows and the doors. It made the room very dark and gloomy, which brought my mood down a bit. Although my girlfriend just dumped me, I'm still quite normal. I'm not sad and I'm not happy, but I'm somewhere in-between. So, me and Eden are texting, and I don't know if it was the text, or the school, but I suddenly become Lucid. I performed a reality check, plugged my nose, and stopped there. It was the first successful reality check I'd had all night that didn't wake me up or change the dream dramatically. Needless to say, I. Was. Ecstatic. So my phone disappears, and I start talking to Eden.

I don't remember what we talked about, but it lead to us making out on the bench. This was no surprise, because me and Eden have made out in public before. By now, a few people have come and gone. They talked to us about "Straight-Leg Disease" which I have no idea where that came from, but it's in my dream...so it must be significant somehow? Anyways, things are heating up quite nicely between me and her, and then her friend Beatrice walks into the room. She's wearing black spandex shorts which don't cover enough of her legs, and a shirt that has a see-through netting in front, and black cloth covering her sides and back. You could easily see her breasts, although they looked like man-boobs. She was fairly overweight. Beatrice says she has straight-leg disease and that it's horrible.

Eden tells her that she and I have talked to a few boys who had straight-leg disease, and Beatrice yells, "THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! The way you get straight-leg disease from being punched in the butt!" I remember questioning the sexuality of the guys that had come and gone. I tried to kiss Eden, but she took my phone from me and went into the bathroom with her friend. (Straight-leg disease makes it very difficult and very painful to urinate, in my dream. I don't know if it's a real thing or not.) I went into the men's bathroom and the first thing I noticed was that it was very high tech. I walked into the urinal, and it was very disgusting.

There was pee on the ground, and I was in my socks. I sleep with my socks on, and usually go to the bathroom as soon as I wake up, so I think that's why I was in my socks. I had trouble with the lock, it seemed to take a lot of effort to get it to slide and lock. I eventually got it, and proceeded to do my business, trying to figure out all the different buttons. When I got done, the toilet flushed itself. I had no trouble with the lock as I went out, and washed my hands. The water felt like my blanket that I lay over my comforter. This makes me wonder if I actually did the motions of washing my hands in my blanket. From here, I lost all lucidity for the rest of the dream. I went to look under the stalls (habit of mine, to make sure rapists aren't hiding, however I usually look before I do my business.) and somehow I could see through the stalls. Only when I bent down, though.

I could see some Mexicans at the end stall, one was just sitting on the toilet. He came out and washed his hands in the sink next to me. I squinted my eyes and with a raspy Spanish accent, said "Sup esse." and nodded my head. He laughed and said "Hey." and I left the bathroom. When I went back to the bench, Eden wasn't there. Instead, 4 or 5 celebrities were there, talking on their cell phones and looking at clothing. One of them had my phone, and gave it to me, which was vibrating. I woke up to my phone vibrating, my friend had texted me.

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