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I was a popular artist, and some high-end museum had commissioned some work. I was going to take some tree roots and cover them with paper mache. But somehow all the supplies for my artwork ended up in this black guy's car. He started driving off with them. So I hopped into my car and chased him. I followed him all night. Finally he stopped for gas at a convenience store. As he was inside paying, I hastily piled all the stuff from his car into mine and then got in my car and floored it back to my studio. Then I wrote a letter to a friend, telling her what happened.

Date: 25 Aug

Pre bed: 200 val, l arg & lysine

Cannot quite recall the exact beginning but remember willing the scene to appear as I was falling alseep. There were a number of coming into shape items and I told myself that my subcon is at this point trying to make something out of them so concentrate. There were a number of scenes.

I don't recall what happened when I finally entered the dream but there was some active dream scenario going on.

After looking around expectedly and not seeing a pyramid to enter, I notice people getting on a bus and wonder whether to give it a try. It doesn't strike me as possible to manipulate the dream as much as to be inside the bus while actually going somewhere and really get there but I give it a try. It's getting rather full, but I find a free seat and sit there. To be certain this tour bus is going in the right direction, I shout and make them all repeat "We are going to the Pyramid of Giza". Here I have thoughts about whether my throat is moving (DV thread) as I feel physical pressure while shouting.

Don't recall getting off the bus and in the next scene I'm already inside this place with an atmosphere of an excavation dig. It looks as if I've made it past the pyramid's entrance and am now in how I in the dream more or less imagine its interior. It has the feel and look of a number of previous dreams about sightseeing in Egypt. Excited, I decide to explore the ancient Egyptian structure. There are two directions to go and after some maneuvering I orient myself towards what feels like the center.

It is now quite lively, full of crowds of people getting in and coming out. While this should be the interior of the pyramid and be very spacey in my dreaming mind, it still feels to me as if I'm taking forever to walk towards the official "lobby". It's like a tourist attraction where you first have to go to the lobby/cashier and then enter a separate part with the things to see. On my way to the center, I pass by a girl with a pink feather on her head and my hand by mistake gets into her hair. As a result the feather falls from her head and then I take it. How weird, I think to myself, what my hand did. The feather is beautiful and as realistic as it gets, I'm very fascinated by the looks of it and the feel of the dream in general.

As I continue on my way, the little girl catches up with me and starts whining about her feather. I tell her that I didn't mean to take it on purpose rather it just happened as an accident and give it back. She calms down continues towards the exit, while I continue my walk toward the center in this carpet covered corridor. I finally reach the center and what lies beyond. There is a large number of exhibition items on each side of the walls. At this point they are all Egyptian, way too many to be able to recall, but I remember a statue of Anubis in dark stone with decorations in green and gold, maybe a round necklace with green stone. I start thinking about how this place now almost completely resembles a museum and continue my walk, looking at the fancy items.

The dream ends at some point. I stay still but it does take a bit longer.

DEILD: As I fall asleep, I unconsciously grab onto the scene and make it so that the same place comes back. The ancient stuff is still around. There were also large columns at some point but I vaguely recall these. Just found it a bit weird to be back, as I wasn't too focused consciously on that. I continue my tour in this pyramid museum, going from room to room and looking at lots of exhibition items. This time they are more from classic and medieval ages and I see a room full of different sizes and styles of angel statues. They all look really cute and I wonder why do they have so many angel statues here.

I continue down the corridors looking at items but soon hear angry shouts as if some sort of riot is taking place. I think about inception. They surely won't catch up with me, but despite my weak efforts to ignore them, the trouble makers are coming closer. Now I have a typical dream problem, I really want to leave this place but am trapped in an endless labyrinth of corridors and doors. There is a really weird looking one having a blurred net in front but I as I approach the net kind of disappears. I remind myself to think about outside, windows and things like that. I go through the door and finally in a room with a glass door leading to the outside. It looks locked but I open it just like that.

A DC comes and starts talking about something, kind of trying to hijack the dream with their own scenario while I find myself staring at a pot full of poached eggs. For a moment I become distracted but then come to my senses again. There is a cool looking tower nearby and I head in its direction.

Worried that it's time to wake up, I end up having an FA where I press the snooze button and wild in dream. A brief ld moment in a grandma's place before I wake up for real.

This is one of my earliest dreams, and i was probably about 5 or 6 years old at the time, very young, but this dream has never faded from memory at all.

It takes place in a very old shop in my hometown, Evisons. In reality the shop sells working attire, school uniforms and camping equipment. However in my dream it is some weird museum, with nothing of particular interest, aside from a coat of arms, this big suit of armour which was posed as being seated in the middle of the room at this shop, which took place on the first floor at the front.

Curiously, i begin to take layers of armour off, layer upon layer, until it reached the size of an action man, i removed the final layer to reveal my dad, in minature, who seems quite angry and is shouting and hollering as he runs around the room, blaming me for minaturising him.

Original entry dated March 6, 2002:

I had another one of my weird dreams, I had a dream that I was in Mrs. F's class again and we were in this huge old building evaluating essays, but the essays were all mixed up and impossible to read in order - and she demanded that we write a paragraph on what we thought about each one. The building we were in was very large and very old, but looked kinda like Ringling Museum, and the Fair was going on at the time so there were all kinds of trucks parked outside. That was the relatively normal part of the dream...
In my dream, I could turn into a cat, but I didn't have control over it most of the time. Sometimes I could will myself to do it, but usually not. There was a tom-cat who, if I was around him, I could easily transform myself. Anyway, so I had a son (yes a son) in the dream, and I was trying to save him, only the room he was in was pretty heavily guarded, so I figured that if I could turn into a cat getting in would be easy. Unfortunately, I couldn't will myself to become a cat, so I decided to do it in human form. As I opened the door to the room, several automated guns detected a human form and swiveled on me, I knew that if they began firing they'd kill both of us, so I willed myself harder than ever before to become a cat, and then -

the phone rang.

So I never got to find out what happened...

Pretty fragmented, but still.

Dream 1(fragments):

There was game of come kind, that had this 'virtuality' style with grids and geometry and it was somehow related to lucid dreaming. There was some sort of lab and there was professor of dreaming doing some research and telling me that i am doing something wrong in game, and a bit later he was showing me room where bunch of people were playing some game with super bouncy spheres(they bounced only on specific surfaces though).

Dream 2:

Don't remember much of dream start, there was some story about some martial arts dude that could also use some form magic and he could get sealed souls onto his side. Then there was rebellion of some kind.
Then there was one scene where some child was getting annoyed and was attacking everyone including me by ramming, then after we got him to calm down there was discussion going on and that martial arts dude was showing up again.
Then i was at home, which looked almost entirely different from IWL and more eastern styled, and there was some discussion about some game, and in a bit i was in that game. It was about something in space, i was in some sort of spaceship or space station, there were 10 space races that got to get some unity agreement of sorts, that included humans and i was apparently representative of them(sadly can't recall how any of them looked).
Then i was in some sort of museum, apparently searching for some information for that martial arts dude. There were some really big rooms and also one of guards was apparently a blue chinese dragon that wasn't really good at disguise and also he was playing in the pool whenever nobody seen him. Later on i got information i needed and i was just annoying other guards and then being chased by them.
I was at home that still looked different and eastern styled, martial arts dude was there preparing for something, i went to balcony and there were some mosquitoes annoying me, so i tried to lock balcony door by bending some iron bars with bare hands so it couldn't be opened. Then that dude started some form of ritual over the book with weird seal. The seal was apparently locking some soul inside a book and he was unsealing it and moving it to his own book, there was also agreement between them so it was not forced. It looked like some blue particles and dust were moving from one book to another. The ritual almost failed due to random book falling from the bookshelf and interrupting the particle stream, but he managed to regain control of it and finish it.
Later on i discovered that my home was apparently in a castle on a flying island and there was some other dude that accidentally fell off it.

I wake up for a brief moment and then go back to sleep, and am able to do a WILD

I'm in the middle of a downtown city. It looks to be about midday - the sun is out and it's bright. The clarity is fantastic. I can see the individual leaves on the trees. I remember from reading Stephen LaBerge's work that in order to keep the dream stable I need to be constantly participating. So I try to take in everything I can. I begin to run down the street. There are no other people in sight. It's like a ghost city. I come to what looks like an Art History museum. Behind Glass is an ancient statue of an elephant. It's a humanoid elephant and it's style was strongly reminiscent of Egypt, India, and Greece all kind of melded into one. I remember studying the details of the white marble and marveling at how intricate they were. I even turned away and looked back and everything stayed the same. It was that stable!

(I drew a depiction of it)


I walk inside the museum, and feel like I own it. I mean essentially I did own it because it was my dream. But I walk around and look at a few things. I see another statue of a horse belonging to the same civilization that was intricately decorated with a headdress and feathers. I am pretty amazed at the beauty my mind had came up with for this civilization. I feel like I could derive a whole culture just from the statues that had been placed there for me to see. I walk into a darkened room and begin to hear an ominous static noise that reminds me of the game "SlenderMan". And as soon as I begin to fear seeing him he shows right up - just as expected. I quickly try to ignore him and he disappears.

I notice a guy in a security uniform standing in the museum. I walk up to him and feel like he shouldn't belong. His eyes shift away from me, and he has a look on his face like he is up to no good. I tell him he needs to leave and he promptly replies "No."

That's fine, so I try to erase him by waving my hand in front of my eyes and hoping as my hand passes he will disappear (this has worked in the past for me). But, alas, it does not work and he is still standing there.

I turn around and see a couple of other guards (who seem legit enough) by a door. I wave them over and tell them to escort the guy I didn't like out of the museum. They immediately follow my instruction, grab him by the arm and take him away. I feel pretty satisfied, and then the dream ends

This was the first of two lucid dreams from the morning of New Year's Day. What is it with me and holiday lucid dreaming?

Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

Lucid #51: The Thragian Age

I'm walking around a museum during a special event about "The Thragian Age". There are cool, semi-magical artifacts displayed all around, including a floating stone wheel that turns on its own and glows with strange white energy. A waitress offers me a drink from a tray. She's dressed in a sparkling blue skirt and a jeweled mask that I assume is also from the Thragian Age. I wish that I was better studied in this "Thragian Age" (or had heard of it at all.)

Wife walks up to me dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt and says that she feels "underdressed". I say, "Me too. And I'm tired. Let's nap." We curl up under a nearby table. I feel momentarily frisky but quickly reconsider when I remember where we are. I decide that while I'm sleeping, I might as well try to WILD. I close my eyes, wait for a dream scene to form and...

...find myself walking outside along an empty road, fully aware that I'm dreaming. It's also clear to me now that the previous scene was also a dream. I feel happy and confident as I jog along the road and start narrating to myself: "I'm in a lucid dream and I'm going to fly to the Great Pyramid." I take to the air near an overpass, swoop under it, and head for a distant set of mountains.

I fly for a while when the wind starts blowing against me. I really try not to fight so hard this time, saying, "Show me what you want to show me." I relax, and the wind turns me back toward the city. I fly for a while over houses, tree-lined streets, and people milling about in their yards.

The sun is bright and the wind is cool against my skin. A gust from the side makes me bank toward the city's downtown. I'm no longer concerned with visiting the Pyramid and I'm just enjoying the peace and the moment. I fly for a while longer, but before I reach downtown, the dream ends.

11/7/2012

Lucid
In this dream I was wandering though a museum. I was lucid the entire dream. As I was walking along I came across an attractive dream character. I tried to talk with her but she just continued to smile at me, but she would nod or shake her head in response to my questions. I asked her to come with me and she did. We continued to make our way through the museum when suddenly guys with guns approached us and told us to stop. In all fairness, I do think they were security guards and we were in the museum after hours. I tried to use my finger guns on them but it wouldn't work. They opened fire on us and we hid behind a big statue. I decided to try conjuring a weapon so i thought I would reach into my pocket and pull out a gun. This didn't work. I then tried to reach in the back of my waistline in case I had a concealed weapon there. I didn't. I was worried at this point, but then my DC friend tapped me on the shoulder and smiled at me. From behind her back she pulled out this crazy looking pistol and handed it to me. I looked at it for a few seconds then stood up to return fire, but the security guards were gone. Then the dream ended.

08.09.2012

Littlezoe Statue? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in a large room, and it feels like a museum in a way. The dominant colors in here are mostly white intertwined with lighter hues of brown, muddy brown specifically.

(I wish I had the female's sophisticated scale of colors in my head.....just kidding about that. )

It feels so spacious, though I didn't really take that into consideration while in the dream. At my current position, I can look to my left, and I see triangular medium with the top cut off to make a square base has some sort of statue of a cat.

I looked into the composition of the cat, and I keep having feelings that it's somehow associated with Littlezoe on Dream Views. The feelings kept accumulating, and I eventually had to take my eyes off it.

I don't know why, maybe it could be that I didn't want to have my mind saturated with those thoughts, or I had some random objective in this dream.

I believe I go upstairs to do something, but it's all speculation at this point.

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08.09.2012

Lois Griffin and OpheliaBlue Spanking (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I wish I could recall more of this....

There's a weird process where if something happens (dang it, why can't I remember?), a person gets intensely spanked. I think Lois Griffin was one of those people, and apparently, OpheliaBlue was next.

OH YEAH..

I remember it being practiced somewhere upstairs in a random building, and there was a small walkway where people can be rolled over and spanked.

Sigh...only a dream, but not a reality...

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08.09.2012

Beer Belly Man (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I really don't want to go into detail of this dream, but to keep disciplining myself with keeping a steady dream journal, here goes...

I remember being in a room with my father, and some random dream characters. Though some of them look familiar to me, they don't really associate with people that would be considered "friends" to me or my father.

I remember the flooring consisting of a dark red carpet layering, and the walls themselves had the same color, or at least some kind of dark color. I remember an old man who's looks Indian is completely naked in the torso region.

He has a beer belly, a REALLY big one, and he has his left arm resting on the side handles of the red sofa-like furniture he's sitting in. He's wearing glasses, and are very trimmed around the edges as well consisting of a black color.

Blah blah blah, that's all I remember.

• I am staying in a hosue with a bunch of other people who are all vegan and keep eating the food I'm buying
• a classroom
• at a museum with Noelle, my sis, and others. The museum is in Europe. Noelle loses her sunglasses. Someone tells us we should go through the museum lost and found and get some new/old ones.
  We should leave the museum and go straight to the airport, but Noelle and I get in a fight and she storms off. I have a scooter and am riding it through the coblestone streets, trying to find her. Her phone number is not in my phone, so I keep calling Melissa, Lauren, and other people to get it. I end up at a cupcake bakery. Eventually, I realize I will have to leave her if I can't find her.
• my cat, Morrissey, in a car

First

I’m checking that everything is ready for my wedding the next day. We have a rehearsal in a moment. Everything seems ready and I head towards the church, on the other side of a park. When I’m almost there someone comes to tell me that the wedding is already today and I need to get dressed. We don’t have much time and I say I might need some more help. Some random male guest who happens to be there volunteers.

We go back to the building where the party will be but it’s already locked. We go to the other side and I climb the fire escape and go trough a hatch. It’s very small, I can fit trough it but it takes some time. In the meantime the others figure out a way to get in and are putting things ready. I get in.

Second

I’m in some kind of a museum in an old building with a group of people. Apparently some of us are really interested in the place and some of us, including me, are completely bored. I think the scenery on the third floor could be good and decide to check it out with another person. There are some paintings in the second floor.

When I get to the third floor I realize I’m afraid of heights and the floor is very thin. It makes a “thud” sound on every step. It also starts waving and moving. I notice many people are moving around on their knees. I do the same.

A girl who was in the group is standing near the side of the roof. She’s speaking with two others on the ground. We decide to join them downstairs and I go down to the second floor and leave the building. Somehow I’m on the other side of the street from the building I just exited. There’s a tram line on the street and I need to evade them when I cross the street.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a museum with enormous rooms. The paintings were also enormous. The walls of the rooms may have been twenty or so meters tall. The paintings were just as tall.

I may have been with a group of people, possibly a school group. But I had broken off from them for some reason or another, and I was now walking around by myself.

But I was afraid to go into any of the rooms very far. The paintings on the walls were so gigantic. I was afraid they'd fall on me and smash me. So I could barely go beyond the threshold into rooms.

One room was kind of dimly lit, like from a dirty set of windows in the ceiling. I saw a pair of paintings in the room. The paintings were, I told myself, either by Goya or El Greco.

The paintings had the same subject: a young man in rich attire, something like pink, satin pants and a white shirt. The paintings stood opposite each other in a kind of side niche in the room. I wanted to examine the paintings closer, but I was too afraid of them falling on me.

I left this room -- I think -- and went into another room. The paintings were also huge in this room. But I may have been getting braver about being around the paintings, and I may have stepped quite a few meters into the room.

But now I looked up and saw that there were also paintings in the ceiling, the rest of the ceiling being made out of thick, ornate wood, like in the Rose Reading Room of the New York Public Library. I was now afraid of the ceiling paintings falling on me. They seemed like they'd be heavier than the wall paintings.

Dream #2

It was a greyish day. I was either treading water in a river, moving backwards slowly in a small boat, like a rowboat, in a river, or standing on a walkway through or at the edge of a river.

I may at first have been with a group of older, well-off people, like a tour group. But I'd broken away from the group a bit. The group were all walking along the walkway.

The river was wide, and at the other end of it was a big, kind of square, building. The building faced the river directly, starkly: it may even have been a bit cantilevered over the river.

The building was made of some kind of white stone, but the front of it, or the side facing the river, was of slightly tinted glass. This windowed section curved around the sides of the building as well, giving the white stone of the building a kind of backwards "C" shape.

I knew that the building was an art museum. It was the Art Museum of Mexico or the Mexico Museum of Art. It was a very good and nice museum. But it was also used -- especially the enormous room overlooking the river -- by drug cartels for arranging certain deals.

People liked to visit the museum. But people who went there were always afraid. You always had to be careful not to hear things, or at least not to act like you heard things. And you couldn't offend any person in any way. If you offended someone or acted like you'd overheard some drug deal being arranged, you could be killed.

But for some reason I was feeling defiant. I was going to go into the museum and I wasn't going to act afraid at all. Besides, it was the Mexico Museum of Art. It was full of great works of art. I'd be really disappointed in myself if I didn't see the art works there.

Dream #3

I was in some building. I was near a staircase. Apparently I'd always come here to this place to read. Other people did, too. But I'd come to have a favorite spot for reading on the staircase. And I'd read there all the time.

There were some guys who'd decided to follow me around. They thought I was really smart. They were jealous of me. They wanted to figure out everything I was doing and studying. They thought if they read everything I read, they could get smarter than they thought I was.

One of these guys was an old, kind of tall, white man with a big belly. He wore nice slacks and a nice button-up shirt. He saw I was heading toward the staircase to read. So he either took the place I always took or took a place a few steps higher than my place. Wherever he sat, his plan was to look down at what I was doing, so he could do it, too, and hopefully beat me at it.

I tried to figure out what to do. I didn't really care if people knew what I was doing. I tried to be open about that. But I felt annoyed. I may have thought I'd hide whatever I was doing, just to annoy the man back a little. Or I may have thought I'd just act unperturbed, like the man didn't bother me, or didn't exist at all.

Sheesh, I have had over a week's break from updating this. My momentum kind of got killed when my streak broke off. Still waiting for the first lucid of the year. They are going to have to come thick and fast soon or else I won't be having my best year.

Nonetheless, last night I actually had an okay recall. And as my own forum, where my dream journal is, is down, I can't even write any classics, so last night's dream it is then, paraphrasing it from memory.

Weird History Girl
Date: February 13th, 2012
Lucid: No

So I was at my home's yard and there was some party going on inside. There were some people outside as well though. I wasn't interested in the party apparently, so I sat down to the swing. All the sudden one girl, actually one of my former classmate from way back, sat next to me and started talking to me.

She didn't recognize me. She just thought to come to talk to me, cause I "looked nice", or something to that effect. I told her that she actually should recognize me and I guess I sort of tried to force her to remember, but she didn't remember, even with the hints I gave to her.

Somehow though I ended up in her car while she drived through the town. She seemed to be a bit poor driver and almost crashed a couple of times. She tried to explain that it was because she was not used to driving around there.

Finally she parked next to some street and started walking somewhere. I wasn't sure what I was doing there, so I contemplated a bit before following her.

She went into this building. The door of it was weird, like you had to transform into many times smaller size before you could fit in the door. I saw many people go through this process, including her. Somehow I explained to myself, that it was just an optical illusion. I went in behind her.

The building was some kind of mix between museum and library. Apparently there were some old texts you were allowed to read, and that was what she was after. She headed to some reading hall while I started wandering around.

I found some room I though I was familiar with. There was a stairway that led to nowhere, though I told myself, that if you'd jump off it's ledge you could latch onto something and get to some other space. I didn't try it though.

I headed back to the reading hall, but I had to go through stairs down. In those stairs I hit some button on the floor that triggered an alarm. There was some kind of guarding point with couple of guys right next to the place. Some mean-looking guy started moving and they all got alert due to the alarm.

I knew I set it off, but just stared the mean-looking guy in the eye and he ignored me, thinking that the alarm was set off by something else. Anyway, I had gotten of it and headed to the reading hall. There were some tables and few people in it. Next to the table where the classmate girl was was also another one of my former classmates, one guy.

I went to talk to the girl and asked what she was studying, as in studying in school. I don't remember if she had said to me in the car that or did I just figure that she must be studying something. Nonetheless she told me that she studies history. I said that I figured that isn't that obvious and that I wanted more specific answer. For some reason everybody, including me, thought that that was like the best joke ever, at least judging from the amount of laughter.

I don't remember what she answered, but the dream pretty much ended there anyway.

- I was with some people and we went to Dairy Queen. I knew where we were, it was in my city; there used to be a DQ in that spot, but it closed and was replaced with a really boring store. It was mostly unfinished concrete inside, but I was happy it was back. I was a bit sad because everyone else had done something fun beforehand but I wasn't invited.

There was more to this but I didn't write it down soon enough.


- I was with K, J, G, HG and NN, we were all hanging out for some reason and it was pretty cool. G was in a wheelchair he'd apparently borrowed from a random old lady, and was rolling everywhere very enthusiastically. I ran into S in what looked like a room under construction, she was complaining about something, then a piece of wood fell on her.

Then I was in some kind of stadium or something. A tiny little girl came up to me dressed in pink and purple winter clothes and started staring at me. I smiled and said, "hi there!" She opened her mouth and a big cloud of smoke came out. I was really confused. Her mom came over. They were both Asian. The girl was still breathing smoke. I asked her mom why, and she told me the girl had some kind of disease. (she said the name and I got the impression it was a lung disease, but I don't remember what it was called) I felt awkward and was like "oh...sorry to hear that. she's really cute" or something, but it was really loud and she couldn't really hear me.

Then I was trying to figure out what to do with my backpack. The people I was with were leaving but I couldn't decide whether I wanted to leave my backpack behind or not. Finally I decided to take it with me, and ran to catch up. I realized they didn't particularly want me there, but I stayed with them anyway. They were getting on an elevator and I had to run to catch it. G returned the wheelchair.

Then we were walking down a hallway and one wall was just huge sheets of fabric that were sort of open. I saw inside it and told everyone it was "the science centre". We slipped in and went down the hall, I told them I wanted to show them a really cool exhibit of a replica of a Mayan(?) town or something. The walls were dark red and it was dimly lit. We hit a dead end after a bit, and the display I was talking about was there, but it wasn't as cool as I'd thought it was. There were shiny gold and silver sculptures of suns and moons on the back wall. On our way back, I noticed a display of bows and arrows on a wall, and we talked about how cool they were. One bow was rainbow and sort of patchy with bits of fabric on it, and one was salmon pink and really intricately carved. I inspected it for a bit as I went by.


(next day update because I just remembered the part about the little girl)

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in some large building, like a museum or a student union kind of area. I was on the second floor. To my left was a balcony-like railing that looked out over the first floor. To my right was possibly a dining area.

My old friend Y was standing, leaning against the railing. I hadn't seen her in some time. I was happy to see her. And I was acting (and feeling) like I hadn't expected to see her. But I'm pretty sure I had been expecting to see her, like we'd made plans to meet here.

I walked up to Y and stood beside her, maybe kind of leaning against the railing like she'd been doing. All this time, I felt my mother's presence behind me. I may have heard her voice, too, as if she had somehow planned this meeting between me and Y and was now directing it.

Y was watching a movie that was being projected against the wall opposite the railing. The wall was maybe three stories tall. The projection was hitting the third-floor section of the wall. So we had to kind of look up to see it.

I'm not sure how we saw the movie: the wall was red brick; but the movie showed up just fine, anyway. I think it was a movie that we both liked.

Y and I had had some sort of small conversation. Just the sound of Y's voice made me so happy. I put my right arm around Y, not out of romantic feelings, but just because I was happy to see her again.

But Y was really put-off. She grunted something cold and nasty, even implying that she had some kind of sickness that I'd get by touching her.

She'd done this to me in the past. I knew she was just trying to freeze me out or gross me out so I'd leave her alone. I took my hands off her and watched the movie. We may also have continued talking about something.

Eventually we were planning to "meet for dinner." We walked away from the railing and over to the section of the floor that had dining tables.

But now Y changed into my friend H. H and I sat down at the table to eat. The table was a regular, round dining table, about 125cm in diameter, possibly covered over with a white tablecloth. But it was also crammed, both the table and the chairs, with all kinds of things, like household and personal items.

H and I were trying to sit down so we could eat. All this time I felt my mom's presence behind me. I may also have felt the presence of my old friend R. R's presence seemed particularly bitter.

Eventually I got sat down on a seat. But I was only halfway sat in the seat -- the rest of the seat being cluttered with stuff. I guess that H couldn't find any other place to sit. So she tried to sit on my lap. But something about my lap was making it really awkward for her to sit.

H was wearing a grey mini-skirt and a black shirt. But the mini-skirt kept riding up, almost revealing H's panties, as H tried to sit on my lap.

But now it seemed like H was getting into what I thought of then as a "slutty" mindset. She was really getting turned on by the way her skirt was riding up on my lap. Now she started to do it on purpose. She may even have been pulling it up with her hands and then putting it back down.

I might have started getting turned on. And I may have tried to make a move for H. But at this point, she may have gotten up and walked away. I may have been a little bitter about this. But I think I told myself that when H got back, she and I would just forget about it and have a nice dinner.