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(from a few nights ago. My mind can not handle the idea of not having work, or homework....)

I wake up and realize that I forgot I was a tutor for 3 weeks and have not been going to work. (new job stress?) No one has tried to contact me, no one has notified me, it must be a test of my dedication...
After a bunch of panicking I decide to go anyway and face whatever consequences their might be. I go and end up sitting in the back of the class and suffering through a horrible class. The kids are obnoxious, and someone I knew in high school Kevin C. is there making as much noise as he did in high school - _ - ug!

I control my emotions and as the class is leaving I say good bye and grab my stuff to go. The teacher who is a teacher I had last quarter Marc S. stops me and says "wait, we still need to paint!" I realize the room is unpainted wood, drywall and other materials. I run to get paint and a roller and find one in what looks like a large storage facility within the same building. I grab the roller and roll it throughly through the white paint in the paint tray. I lift it out and hold my hand under neath to keep it from dripping on the floor and quickly make my way back to the class room. I pick a wall to start on, and begin painting it. But the painter in the roller does not even have enough paint to make one go from the roof to the floor. I am astounded. I know full well how much of the wall it should have covered (too much time as a maintenance worker irl). I also realized that I should have brought the paint with me. (stress dream or no, these things are a given XD lol)

I go back to get it and run into someone I know Angela A. There are suddenly people making chocolate on a conveyer belt of some kind in the storage facility. She says "uh, chocolate! It is so bad for you." I turn to her and say "Except for you know, the bitter, actually healthy chocolate with not added sugars and stuff." She takes a moment to ponder the thought and then says in an extremely snobby way "mmmm...no! Chocolate is bad for you, if you read the nutrition info on the back you would know that." I go awol on her saying that she can be a douche all she wants but there is chocolate that IS healthy for you. She says "whatever" and walks away. I get the paint and bring it to the class.

I work until "class" is over, and decide to get further into the project during my maintenance shift. I go (dressed in cliche painting clothes) and get much further. It was like painting during a painting shift was somehow more effective. The teacher sees me and asks what I am doing. I tell him that I am continuing painting since I work here and all. He takes the roller from me and says that he now needs to re-do it. I am confused why painting at a different time makes the paint job somehow inadequate. He starts painting when I wake up.

Type: regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
I took NyQuil to help me sleep, as I had a sore throat. The beginning of this dream was a blur but I do remember the rest.

I was with my sister and my father, and we were at an amusement park; an indoor one to be precise. The first part of this dream, I was on a ride that was themed around Stitch from Disney's Lilo and Stitch. However, this ride was whacked. First of all, the location was a bit strange. The room was large and spacious, around the size of a football field. The coaster took up almost the whole height and width of the room, and it had two inversions (loops) and disappeared through a door leading to another room. At the bottom of both inversions, it would dive a few feet under the water.

The mechanism that held the rider in place was even wierder: there was only one rider at a time. There was a cube that was fastened along the track, and hanging from it was two handles which the rider had to hold on to. The dream didn't really want to take into account real-life physics for this. What would happen during the inversions? Well, I found out.

I took a ride on the coaster. I held onto the handles, which wasn't too difficult, but when the first inversion began to come into site, a sort of black scuba apparatus lowered itself onto my face.

It was a round oval shape that had no goggles, just a piece that went over your mouth.

I don't recall seeing it when I got onto the ride, but it was there now. I breathed in as I went under the water, and the scuba device worked (thank goodness). Although it didn't have a mask to shield my eyes from the water, I didn't feel anything different. The ride continued and I continued to breathe through the mask as it didn't lift itself up until the ride finished. At the end, the track leveled out and went on straight for a few minutes. The handles changed, through a skip in the dream, from handles to a seat. The seat was a dark red, rounded square, and there was still only one. As the ride slowed down, there were three larger-than-life Stitches on illuminated circles along the right-hand side of the track. One had the red alien suit on, one had the Elvis costume on (although the clothing was black and not white), and the other was just a plain Stitch.