a teahouse inside my head.

I have found that school+dream journaling is very difficult. I've been writing down things I remember with ease but not working extremely hard at it due to a simple lack of time. I only have a few weeks of school left though, and I thought I would get started now with getting back into dreaming.

The other day I remembered a fragment. This boy I like, who likes me back.... let's call him Daniel, was talking to me about college. He said, "I think I'm just going to go to art school. That's all you need to be a plastics engineer anyways."
This is funny for three reasons. 1) He's really into math and science and computers, so he would never go to art school. 2) Art school is NOT all you need to be a plastics engineer. 3) Here's the big kicker.... he's incredibly anti-plastic (as am I, in fact that is why we know each other).

Last night I was at a party and my friend had calea z. I smoked some and I think it had an effect on my dreams, although they aren't as substantial as I am used to, just substantially better than the past few weeks. I am actually thinking of buying some myself. Anyways...

Dream 1: I was at the party from last night, and someone rang the doorbell. I went to answer it and two eighth graders from my school walked in. I turned towards the back yard and made a really confused face. Then they looked at each other with a look that seemed to mean "I thought this would be a bigger party".

Dream 2: I was at this after school volunteering thing I do with my friend Jacob. We were doing something with a maze. This girl I'll call "A" who also does the program walked in and said "Not feeling it" and left. *This one was a lot more detailed but it's so foggy that I can't put it into words, but I can picture "scenes" from it

Dream 3: I was at the grocery store with my dad and I snuck off to buy some stuff by myself. I got a few thrift store dresses (from the grocery store? whaaa?) and a couple of cans of red bull. The cashiers were 60 year old women who looked at each dress, commented on how they loved it, and made me try it on over my clothes. The pile of dresses seemed never ending.

Dream 4: (First, real life background. I was supposed to visit Daniel in a few weeks (he lives kind of far away) but he wasn't going to be in town for the dates I was going for, so I'm not going anymore) Our mutual friend called me and said "You have to come the day after you were planning on leaving before. Daniel is having dinner with President Obama and we need four more teens and we want you to come!" These dates would have been during my finals, and so I tried to find a way to reschedule my tests. (Sorry if this makes no sense but this is heavily based off of true plans that are already confusing so it's hard to explain them)

The first and fourth dream from last night felt like they were real. I woke up thinking they had happened.