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Morning of June 4, 2014. Wednesday.



I am near the intersection of Loomis and Gillette Streets in Wisconsin. My wife Zsuzsanna is with me at the intersection. The two intersecting streets are partly covered with an unusual carpet that looks like Turkish angora calico cat fur. My dream self does not question the idea of a street having a loose carpet over it in some sections (or the fact that it would become dirty and worn in practically no time). I am actually lying on my left side at one point (on the southeast area of Loomis Street before intersecting with Gillette) looking at the carpet. It would be more attractive were it not for the somewhat disordered lumps and folds. The ginger, gold, cinnamon, white, darker brown, a very pleasing burnt sienna, and other shades are in a random variegation. I still see it as an attractive feature.

I am concerned, because there seems to be a small animal under the carpet that is moving about, though it seems to be bigger at times. Cars are mostly going west down Gillette Street and I am wondering if I should lift the carpet up in case the animal wanders too close to oncoming traffic. Zsuzsanna is uncertain if it is an animal, as it may be the movement of folds caused by each car as it drives over it at the center of the intersection. The animal, if it is one, sometimes almost seems to move like a snake, as there is also a slight twisting movement for a time. It may even be a large earthworm.

Eventually, after watching for several minutes, it does turn out to be an animal that had been causing the movement and odd smaller fold shifts, and the animal finally leaves the area as if perhaps he had been looking for food for a time and had not found much. It is an unusual coppery-tinted (more like a mongoose color) badger. He (I assume it is a male) comes out from under the carpet and then walks slowly west down Gillette Street. I am not very surprised but I hope that he does not get run over. The colors are a little similar to the calico cat carpet and there is extra detail in his body markings, almost like handwriting.

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An intersection is autosymbolism for neural gating that presents the potential for remaining in the dream state (or going deeper back into sleep) or waking. The carpet as it is featured here is a dream state indicator due to its nature as serving as a blanket. The badger coming out from under the blanket is an analogy to me getting out of bed. In my dream, I am on my left side, as I am oriented in reality while sleeping.

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Wow, I just remembered I had an epic dream about Tsunami again. I was surfing / or possibly in a floating house. This series of Tsunami came. The fear and awe that makes me love Tsunami dreams was here a plenty. At first I get munched up as the enormous waves break right before me and I get hit by the enormous energy of the wave. Those behind me get dumped as well, but the waves have lost a lot of their energy in foam and white water. I keep trying to go further and further out as I suspect the safest place to be is where the waves are still enormous mounds in the ocean and not fully formed yet.

Anyway the people behind me are amazed when my tactic works and I just float over these swells. I pretty happy by now about the whole deal. But then... the mother of all waves rears up on the horizon as tall as a sky scraper. I know I've had it now. The last thing I remember is this fear in the pit of my stomach as due to the size of the beast I in slow motion get sucked further and further up the mountain face of water.

Good on you my subconscious... as always entertaining.

Morning of June 4, 2014. Wednesday.



My family and I are living in some sort of composite of our present home and the one on Barolin Street. I am doing some sort of meditation and affirmation pulsing, but it seems to involve projecting or focusing down into an image rather than forward - thus I am not quite sure of the intent or effectiveness, as well as the tabletop involving about a four by four matrix of these “cards” or photographs (in possibly a random construct rather than having a particular pattern). My mother seems present for a time, and for a short time, it also seems to have Loomis Street features. My wife seems slightly annoyed by the look of the “cards” and I get the impression it may be because of a slight association with Tarot (aka “enemy cargo”), though they are not actually Tarot cards and what I am doing has nothing to do with the pointless (and spiritually problematic) system of Tarot “reading” of any kind. Still, I gather them up and think about doing something else.

I decide to go for a walk and end up walking through a changed house that almost seems like a large school. I seem to be going west as one area is still somewhat like the Barolin Street house. The stairs, however, are more complex, and I then see I had apparently been on a second floor of a building. Michelle L is there, sitting on the bottom of the stairs, but is not in a happy mood and does not seem to know who I am (or at least care) and wants to steal whatever money I may have on me (which is actually none in-dream, I think). I mentally will the gun from her hand as an unknown male is walking into the immediate area who is somewhat pimp-like in dress but may be part of a nearby gambling casino. Not much happens after this and I go on to a different scene.

This other scene involves Stadcor Street and I then seem to be in Brisbane at our old house there. A man that reminds me of Al Capone is present (and is dressed like a 1940s gangster), with a couple other gangsters. He wants to use me to help him cheat at a gambling venue (in the backyard). I am passive in this endeavor because I do not know how he will react should I say no. He might choose to shoot me if I do not go along with his scheme, but I do not really feel threatened in anyway, nonetheless.

We go out to what would otherwise be the dilapidated garage in the backyard where the old military Ford Blitz (that the land owner had bought on a whim prior to our moving there but never worked on) was in real life and partly holding up much of what was left of the garage on that side (the garage eventually collapsed in real life, missing falling on me by only seconds). The area in-dream instead has a “giant” slot machine that is somewhat like a giant metal Rolodex as well as with rock tumbler features. It is nearly as big as a car. There is one smaller section on the side that is somewhat like a trapezoid with a curved base over the edge of the front, reminding me rather loosely of part of a “giant” visor in a suit of armor. A person puts in a coin, pulls the remote lever down (which seems separate and to the left of the machine itself and just above a persons head to start) to start it up, then pulls the lever down again to stop it for the potential to “hit the jackpot” or win a smaller amount. What I do to “detect” after when the other male is to pull the lever to stop it is almost reminiscent of cracking a safe or a giant combination lock. I put my left ear to the surface of the side of it when he pulls the lever the first time. It is extremely vivid and clear and I can actually tell exactly when the particular section of the cylinder comes around inside the structure again relative to the internal weight distribution and such. However, I say “now” just a fraction of a second too soon, but this does not matter, as the man stands in the way as the lever hits him on the shoulder (almost knocking him down), delaying it exactly for the time required for the particular drivers and pins to engage in the machine itself.

A large number of gold and silver coins (I think of which are Australian two dollar coins and perhaps Australian twenty cent coins or American quarters) start pouring out onto a trough-like section of what resembles a smaller cigarette vending machine, which seems separate and perpendicular to the “giant slot machine”. The other male looks sort of dazed or “blank” to a greater degree rather than excited about winning all that money but does seem vaguely happy or amused in a short time.

For some reason, the actor Ian Somerhalder (possibly because my wife had mentioned seeing him in a show other than “Lost” the day before - “The Vampire Diaries”) comes over and informally arrests the man (he is not even dressed in any sort of uniform). Bizarrely, the Al-Capone-like character seems to be under arrest not because he did anything wrong, but because he has money. Apparently, the scene seems to imply that it is illegal to have money or the potential to buy something. I do not question the scene and I am “aware” that Ian had played Superman in a movie or television series when that is not the case.

May 11, 2014

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This dream was one of the most vivid and powerful dreams I have ever had. It was short, but it was so... wow.

I dreamed that I had just come home from the hospital after giving birth. I must have still been in high school or something, because I was living at my parents' house. My mom had taken the baby inside the house, and I walked around outside for a little while.

When I got back inside, I took my baby in my arms and walked back to my room, closing the door. I just wanted to be alone with my baby. I stood leaning on the door, and tried to feed the baby; it hadn't breastfed at the hospital, and It had made me feel so depressed. I tried now, and it still refused. I switched the my right side, and like magic, the baby started to feed. It was... It's so hard to describe how it felt. It felt so REAL.

I could feel it physically. It was the strongest feeling I've ever had. I felt all the warmth and joy and magic and mystery that a mother must feel the first time she and her baby share that intimate moment... At least, I think that's how it would feel. I won't know until I feel it for real some day. But man. It was so strong. So vivid. I even remember what the baby looked like. Every detail. It had my eyes and the same thick hair I had when I was born, but the nose and chin must have been its fathers. I remember every little pink vein in its face. I wish I remembered whether it was a boy or a girl, but I never checked (it sounds silly now, but why would I have to check if I already knew?) I hope it was a girl. but I think if it were a boy, it would be cool.



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I woke up and looked around for my baby. It was the saddest wake-up I've ever experienced. It felt like a hole had been ripped out of me, at first. It faded as the morning wore on, but I was out of it all day. Even now, in June, I feel a hole in my heart that won't be filled until I have that baby for real.

May 08, 2014

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Dream within the dream: A smurf-like girl (she was blue and had a hat) and a human boy met on a beach. It was dark and red-tinted.

I woke up from the dream within the dream, and found out a young boy was going to live with us. It was the boy from my dream. We were to protect him for a couple of years and give him tests to see if he would be ready for the prophecy that was said about him; he and that girl would save the world from a tyrannical rule.

So we moved to a small house in the middle of nowhere and gave him the series of test, all of which he passed easily.

By the time of the prophecy, we left the house in the middle of nowhere and took the boy to Grog (where ever the frack that is). It was on a beach; it felt like it was a beach in the northern side of Lake Michigan. As we passed the enemy camps to get to the beach, we were ambushed and captured, and taken to one of the tents in the center of the camp. We were tied to posts and gagged to keep us quiet.

But it turned out we had an insider there. He was a Kung Fu master, and singlehandedly laid waste to everyone there, while carrying me, still tied up. He freed us all and untied us, and we made our way to the beach as he continued to strike down everyone in our path, easily.

When we got to the beach, the sky was all prismatic and rainbow, a bit like oil gets when it spills on pavement. I got out my phone to take a picture, and I remember I was thinking only in hashtags for a good five minutes of the dream. For instance, while I was taking pictures of the rainbow oil sky, I was thinking #nofilter and #wow.

Then, the lake caught fire and the sky turned deep orange. I took a picture of that, too, and noticed a large, dark castle out in the water. There were rocky spires around it, and a giant dragon statue out of black stone at the front gate of it. There was no bridge to the castle. My mom called the castle Grog when I asked what it was.

We all turned West and walked along the beach, where we found the smurf-like girl from my dream. She stood at a big stone gate. Our boy walked up to her, smiled and hugged her as if they were old friends (even though he'd never met her before). He embraced her very awkwardly, though, too. Since he was a young boy still. They held hands and each touched the gate, which opened with a whirring sound. Some white mist gets released from behind the gate, which spreads over the whole area, lifting the fire and returning the sky to a normal sunset.

We all leave the boy and girl together, for some reason. Like they had a lot of catching up to do. Like, thousands of years of catching up to do, even though they were only 10 at most. While they talked, my family, the Kung Fu master, and I all painted bright, colorful, happy pictures over all the symbols of the tyrannical regime we could find.

April 17, 2014

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The backpacking group was getting ready for a new trip, and Ivan and I were in charge of arranging transport, and for some reason we thought it was a good idea to go by Tractor. And so, on the way to meet with some other people, we passed a barn, and he opened the door and offered me a genuine tractor ride. We got into the tractor, and started down the road toward the meeting place.

But we got pulled over by a cop, who ended up being one of my friends, Tish. She spoke in a heavy northern Spain accented German (she doesn't speak German in the Waking world) and I was so surprised to see her, and started chatting with her. We talked in German and she told me she had only pulled us over because she saw me and wanted to mess with me. "I won't give you a ticket, but I will check your trunk, just in case," she said, winking. She walked to the back, opened the truck, and gave Ivan the thumbs up to keep driving. When we catch up to the others in out group, we drive past them in the Tractor, taunting them and bragging about our shiny red tractor.

Then, we go to some sort of conference for Tractor drivers. The tractor had turned into a sort of Code Geass suit for two. We listened to a speaker, though I can't remember what the talk was about. This woman siting next to us asked us a really religious question. I was taking notes on a graphing calculator.

Then I woke up.

April 15, 2014

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This dream is all fragments but it was so random.

I was in a class and forgot my materials, but apparently that had happened many times before. I still got the answers right so I got to stay in class.

One of my German teachers, Andy, was the teacher of that class, and we were all speaking German.

After class I got into a dice fight with a classmate; he was my adopted brother I think?
We were literally throwing huge dice at each other and swearing vehemently.

April 10, 2014

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The Backpacking group and I went to Vienna. At first, it was just Zukin and I watching a Miyazaki film; I was sitting on a dresser for some reason. Once the movie had finished (it made me cry, I remember), the rest of the group joined us and we went and roamed about the town. At some point later in the night, everyone else wanted to get Ice Cream, but I had to get back to my family; I was actually there with my family. My grandpa had bought a condo in Vienna and we were all visiting. The backpacking group had just happened to be there as well (because it's perfectly normal for 9 people to randomly all decide to go to Vienna at the same time right?)

I knew where I was going, so I split from the group in a large, unlit parking lot that looked more like downtown Detroit than it did Vienna; I went right while they went more left. I remember it being a little scary at first, but then I came to a lit and busy, high-end street. It was the street my grandpa had his condo on, and so I turned left and walked up the street to get back to his place.

As I approached his building, I ran back into the group; it turned out they had decided to go to a Hot-Tub Ice Cream Parlor on the ground floor of my grandpa's condo building (don't ask me what my sleeping mind thought was normal about a hot-tub ice cream parlor). You know how cafes often have tables out on the sidewalk when the weather is nice? Well this place had hot tubs right out on the sidewalk. I decided to join them after all since it was so close to my grandpa's place, and Stussy and Josh jumped right into an empty tub, clothes and all on.

I told them I needed to go up and get my swimsuit, though, and went into the building. The bellboys recognized me and let me through just fine, pointing me to the elevators since I didn't really remember where they were (it had been my first time there in a long time)

The elevator ride was fracking scary. It was a large elevator, like a freight one. My grandpa was on the 97th out of 100 floors, and around the 10th floor, the elevator started to jerk and shake. It was a long ride, and around floor 80, I thought the whole elevator would break lose and fall. I finally reached the right floor and ran out of the elevator. Then I had trouble finding the right apartment. For some reason, Ivan had come up and found me then. We both went off and eventually found Bob and Erik, and they pointed us in the right direction. We found the right room, and for some reason the key was a toothpick. I opened the door and greeted my family; my grandpa wasn't there yet, but one of my aunts from the other side of the family was, for some reason. My mom was in a hot tub in the middle of the living room (I think this part of Vienna had a weird obsession with hot tubs). I asked her where she'd put my suitcase, and she told me it was in one of the bathtubs (to which I was like WTF). I left Ivan out in the living room and went to change into my swimsuit. I woke up as I was pulling off my shorts and someone was opening the door. Who was it??

We shall never know.

April 04, 2014

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I was a male farmer, and was for some reason put into jail. I was in a solitary confinement, too. I must have done something pretty bad. But I can't remember what it was. I kept flirting with the guards, who were also mostly male. I get the feeling I was House (the Television Doctor, yes) for some reason. Maybe I started the dream as House and morphed into a Farmer as I often do during my dreams (well, not to farmers. I change form quite often in my dreams. Maybe it's just multiple dreams weaving into each other).

Anyways, I was always trying to escape. At some point, when I was getting my dinner, the two guards who brought it to me were new, and looked young and stupid. They opened the barred door to give me my food, and I shouted "Oh thank GOD you guys are here! The bastard stole my clothes and ran off! He went that way!" I pointed down the hall, from whence they'd come. "You gotta go get him before he escapes for real! Don't worry, I'll watch the door."

And they were all grateful and went off after "me."

So escaping was really easy. I left, walked down the hall, and down the stairs to the front door. It turned out the prison was actually at the top floor of a mall. The security guards at the front door didn't even look at me as I exited the building.

Once I'd turned a corner, I started to run down the street. I jogged as far as I could and found a delicious looking food joint. It was run by this really sweet old lady, who gave me some blueberries when I asked for some and explained I didn't have any money because I'd just gotten out of jail on good behavior. She gave me a glass of water, too.

But I left, because I was suspicious of her. She started looking at me funny, so I thought she had called the cops. I thought she might have seen me on TV on a breaking news report or something. And so I continued jogging away, and got a text from a friend asking how I was. I was about to reply when I woke up.

March 20, 2014

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I was with the Backpacking group again, plus a few extra people. I know for sure that Bob and Erik were there. There may have been one or two other people, as well, but I forgot who they were or if they were there.

We were all going on some trails around a mountain. The thing is, they all had obstacles or puzzles to get past them. The first one I remember had a really steep incline that was hard to climb on your own. There were stairs along the side of it, but the stairs were unstable and slanty, and there was no handrail. We made it past that one, and came up to a monorail type chairlift thing. While getting on, we had to split off so one person from our group (I am pretty sure it was Bob) was left to get on the next tram-thing. We had already decided which stop to get off at, so we weren't too worried about losing each other.

What we hadn't accounted for was that the transporter was super fast and getting off was a bit of a chore. The way it worked was that you couldn't really see where you were, but you had to mentally decide when to get off of it and just hope it was the right stop. I shouted for when to exit, and we ended up in a deserted cottage in a glum and misty mountain clearing. I had a REALLY strong sense of deja vú here. I think I may have dreamed of this place before, but I can't be sure. We had gotten off the transport a stop too early, and this place was the one place we hadn't wanted to be.

It was dark and creepy and abandoned. Rundown. Dusty. Everything was dim and gray. We all stood there for a moment, and then I went outside to inspect the area, but all these zombies and monsters were coming to life all around me. Every direction I turned, there were things coming to get me. It got cold all of a sudden.

Then, Ivan grabbed my shoulder and we went back inside, and the monsters all dissolved back into the ground. We tried to get out of there, but eventually Bob found us. He said he'd gotten off at the right stop, but we weren't there, and he'd assumed we had gotten off a stop too early.

We eventually figured out the trick to that "trail," though I can't remember what it was. We found ourselves back on a normal trail, and I pulled out a map of the area to find out where we needed to go to get to where we had planned on going before the mishap wit the transporter.

From there on out the dream is blurry. I remember fragments where Jasmine was there, but I don't know whether they were in the beginning or at the end of the dream. I feel like it was before the very steep part, and only for a moment, as she was in a passing group going the other direction. She was with a guy, who I assume was her boyfriend.

March 17, 2014

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My family and I were on a long road trip; I can't remember where we were headed, though. I only really remember one part of this dream; we were driving through a wooded area in the mountains, and suddenly the road lead us to a bridge that had broken away years ago. We were stumped for a while, but we found a pile of good lumber nearby; it looked like people had been getting ready to rebuild the bridge but has suddenly stopped, leaving all the lumber there years ago. It was old lumber, gray, but still good and strong.

So we rebuilt the bridge. Bob, Erik and I did the work while mom and dad tried to find people or a place to stay for the night in case we didn't finish in time.

The scenery was really vivid, but hard for me to describe;
it was wooded mountains (it reminded me of Mirkwood forest from the Hobbit) like I said before, but at the same time it was also a bit like a desert mountain with lots of spikes of red rock and arches under which the road wound.

March 12, 2014

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I am a traveler in some olden Europe-esque land. I met Zukin on the road, and we decided to travel together. We talked a long time as we traveled, and I found that she, like I, could not live in her own country anymore because of some political strife.

Along the road, we met with Kebab (who is actually someone from the group we both went backpacking in Texas with. The whole group appeared in this dream), who joined us in our travels. I think he was some sort of dwarf or mine-worker. We were walking along a wide open field with hills when we met a Japanese (Or at least, this dream's equivalent of Japanese) Prince. He traveled with us for a few days and then asked Zukin to marry him. She said Yes right away, and we all four traveled back to his home country.

We almost got lost at one point, while we were traveling at night (Sound familiar, Zukin?) because we were behind schedule, but luckily the Prince knew where he was and was able to find the road again.

We got to his palace, and the wedding was planned for five days from our arrival. The main hall was long and tall, with huge windows lining one entire wall. There were red and gold tapestries hanging from the ceiling along the entire length of the hall. The kitchen was at one end of that hall, through a concealed door.

Zukin learned Japanese (again, dream equivalent) really fast and was texting the Prince all the time, even though we were in the same building (also, I don't know why we had cell phones...). For some reason, I was put up in the kitchen; my bed folded out of the Oven (haha!). I started thinking it was strange that with a whole fracking castle full of rooms, they put me in the kitchen instead of a real room. It was then I realized I must have been under some sort of spell, and so I started snooping around. I got Kebab to help me by keeping an eye on Zukin while I stalked the Prince.

Then, I overheard him speaking with his attendant saying some really horrible things about me. I got even more suspicious, because he was always perfectly normal and kind to me, even when Zukin was not around. I did some more digging around and it turned out he was soooooo fracking corrupt; he extorts money from people, is abusive to his subjects, and apparently he needed to marry within the week or else his inheritance would be withheld from him.

But by now it's the day before the wedding, and there's not much I can do to get Zukin to stop the wedding, because she's been brainwashed or put under some sort of strong spell. I was plotting in my Oven-bed when I met another member of the backpacking group (Let's call him Ivan), who turned out to be a spy from another country who was there to overthrow the Prince and reveal his corruption. We decide to work together to stop the treachery of the Prince, and at intervals, the rest of the backpacking group also ended up in my bedroom (aka the Kitchen). They were all from different countries and all were trying to stop the Prince. they'd all pretended not to speak English to infiltrate the Castle as workers. They were all under cover, and so well all devised a plan to save Zukin and stop the Prince.

My role in the mission was to go on a "Double Date" with Zukin and the Prince, with Ivan as my date. (Can't say that wasn't self-serving, as I had a huge crush on him in the Waking World). While we were all on the date, the others would get what they needed from the Prince's royal office/bedroom or where ever he kept his incriminating documents.

I woke up as Ivan and I met up with Zukin and the Prince.

February 25, 2013

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I was walking with a class that I was in through a garden and around a town. We were on a field trip, but I don't know where it was. The class was all made up of characters from anime I've seen over the years, and some generic-looking anime characters I didn't know.

While walking past a construction area for an amusement park addition, I talked to one of them about homework; it was nondescript and not memorable.

We entered a building; an indoor garden of sorts with paths and stairways and whatnot. I set down my bag because I don't think there will be any other people. But soon after that, I see another group of people and figure I should go back to get my bag in case someone tries to take it. So I turn back to get it, telling the group I'll catch up with them n a moment. We had been on a single path, and yet I almost got lost, and there was a somewhat annoying guy following me and always trying to get my attention by surprising me or something. I finally get to where my bag was left (it seemed to take much longer than it had going the other way), but my bag is no longer there, and I start to freak out. It's not there, but there ARE three other bags. I turn circles trying to find my bag, and spotted it at the bottom of a dim stairwell. I hadn't put it there, and I didn't know how it had gotten there, but then I woke up.

February 23, 2013

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I had a childhood friend who, when ever he got excited or worried or had some other strong emotional response to something, would get super strong, but if he used too much strength, he would go berserk and forget who he was. He would be uncontrollable and unstoppable. Unless I stripped him and then kissed him, apparently. Oh lawdy. I think what was going on was that I would give him my energy and it was a calming energy.

We were both working in this huge building made of glass. It was a surreal place with lots of suspended floors and pillars. Some of the glass was see through, but some of it was reflective, creating a really optically illusory space that confused anyone who didn't know where they were. There was a sort of disaster like an earthquake, which made a lot of the building break; there was also some sort of evil genius who was trying to find my childhood friend in order to get him to go berserk and destroy everything. People were dying all over the place because of glass shards all over the place and missing floors you couldn't see.

I went to find my childhood friend because I knew he would be in a bad state. When I found him he was getting ready to smash someone's head in. I didn't reach him in time to save that person, but I reached him and started tearing off his clothes while sobbing. He was trying to get at someone else and hit me in the process, but then I kissed him to fix him, and I swear it turned into an orgy then. It's embarrassing, but that's how it happened: We started making out and he started to take off my clothes as people gathered around to watch. It was so strange that people were watching as if it were nothing.

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A second dream I had that night was much different:
I was with my brothers, who will forevermore be known as Bob and Erik, at a restaurant in some little town in the middle of nowhere. We were visiting some family friends, and my mom was going to come meet us at the restaurant and pay for the meal, since we had no money. WE knew the people who owned the reastaurant, a bit, so when mom didn't get there after a few hours, we sat outside the building to wait for her, so the owners wouldn't think we were dining and dashing. By the time she did get there, after many unanswered calls and texts from us as well as from dad who had joined us but didn't have his wallet to pay, it was already lunch time and so we ate there again for lunch.

My mom and I were sitting at a separate table from the boys, and we braided each others' hair for some reason. I believe I had a salmon but I can't remember what she ordered.

By the time dinner rolled around, everyone wanted to eat there AGAIN but I refused to eat in the same place three times in one day, and woke up.

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After falling back asleep for half an hour, I had a fragmented dream about being with my family in a huuuuuge metal dumpster-shaped enclosure. There were rooms and hallways all along the walls of the enclosure, and I remember climbing a ladder in one of the corners until we reached about half-way up, and stepped out onto a ledge overlooking everything. From there, we went on a jog around the perimeter of it, but I woke up after a minute or two of running.

[[ Note to self: It seems that many of my dreams have spoken words, but no actual dialogue. Like... I know what people are saying, but they rarely actually say it in the dreams. ]]

January 22, 2013

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My middle-school orchestra teacher, I'll call her Mrs. Thomson, was organizing a reunion for my year's orchestra. We were going to play a song that she'd composed for us for a reunion concert; I didn't learn the music. I went to the concert completely unprepared and messed up big time, but people still liked the concert.

Jasmine, whom I actually met in middle-school Orchestra because we both played Viola, was there of course, and her mom was too. Her mom made me chocolate coffee with noodles in it, and it was surprisingly good (note to self: Try this some time, see if Dream Kestrel has good taste buds).

A fragment of the same dream I remembered was playing Fire Emblem: Awakening, and battling two new characters to obtain them. These two new characters ended up falling in love in my game, but there was another male character who was in love with the new female character... But she loved the other new one, and so the other guy was depressed and lost all his battles. It was apparently the birthday of the new guy's, so we threw him a party!