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Saturday, July 23rd

I. Fragment – Campus Pole Jumping

Early in the night I dreamt something about walking around my campus with S.A and somebody else. I had invented a game where I would locate places where there were traffic poles close together and jump from one to the other.

II. I Don’t Even Know What to Call This One…

I believe the premise of the dream is that the world is ending. Once you get onto a main road you are blasted by gusts of wind, sandstorms, and giant mobs. Cars, busses, and pedestrians battle their way through the chaos. The dream takes place in Wilmington, I can tell because at the end I am trying to get to the beach. Mankind, or at least the entire Wilmington population, is reacting to the world’s end by having a constant party. Almost everywhere I go in the dream I encounter large crowds of belligerents.

The first thing I remember in the dream is being at somebody else’s house. Something very odd is happening with a rather futuristic looking stereo. All of a sudden S.R shows up. When I see her I have something bulky in my hands, maybe a guitar, so I do not give her a proper hug. She tells me that I look sexy?

I’m not sure exactly where this happens in the dream but I’ll put it here. We are standing on a pier that drops at least 30 feet into the ocean. I look up and see K.S driving a large blue pickup truck with stripes on it, laughing, directly at me and gaining speed. As it’s about to hit me I leap up onto the hood, which K.S says is the “right thing to do.” However, instead of stopping he speeds right through the railing at the edge of the pier and plunges into the ocean. I end up sitting on the bottom and narrowly avoid being crushed by the truck’s body. A few moments later I have to dodge a tire as well. I start to swim for the surface, taking long even strokes to try and conserve my energy. I can breathe underwater so this is unnecessary but this doesn’t quite register to me. I reach the surface and somehow K.S and I end up back on the pier. We are talking about what just happened and S.R cuddles me as I lie down on the wooden planks. She has been in the water too for some reason, her hair is wet.

There’s another scene that I can’t place on a timeline or even remember that well. We are standing on some flimsy wooden structure looking at a torrent of water below. Some prank is being pulled on somebody and there’s a humorous tone but I suddenly see a figure with a ghost-like presence. It is a black woman dressed in colonial period clothing with a large basket looking very grim. I turn and walk away from the place saying “I don’t like it here. This is a bad place.” Whoever is with me asks what I mean and I say “It’s a bad place in history.” (Moving to the South to go to college, this is a vibe I get from a lot of places.)

A short while later I am indoors somewhere and on a large television screen watching a replay of some other person going through the same thing I did. Apparently all these are filmed for a show. The person I’m watching, though, isn’t so lucky. He is tagged head on by the truck and both of them go careening over the side.

S.R and I walk around outside for a time observing the ubiquitous ongoing partying and eventually we get back to my house. However it’s not the same at all. It is very large and furnished nicely inside. I believe there may be an extra floor to the house as well. As I climb the stairs to my room there are people standing in the hallway, evidently guarding my door. By the time I open my door I am curious and somewhat worried as to what’s going on inside.

I find two people on my bed. One of them is P.S, the other is a dude who I believe I know but can’t remember now. I am silent for a moment, then point at P.S and exclaim “Okay…that is fucked up.” I start making a whole bunch of quips at them, all of which revolve around the fact that I want them out, immediately. For some reason they just sit there for awhile (P.S at one point says “I’m shy about this kind of stuff” “No you’re obviously not!” I answer). Finally they leave and from downstairs I hear S.B say “Were you doing something messed up?” A.L (her boyfriend) yells “No she wasn’t!” in some kind of denial. I shout down the stairs that she indeed was and I’ve just witnessed it. However I finally have my room to myself with S.R now so I retire there.

But, when I shut the door again there are 2 more people in the room and they refuse to leave no matter what I say. I’m being somewhat nice about it but I’m still becoming irritated. I finally abandon the situation and go downstairs to talk to my roommates. On the way back down the stairs I see P.S standing there, and without stopping I quickly mutter "That'sfuckedup" again and keep going by.

I get to the kitchen, which has large windows that are letting in lots of sunlight and nice cabinets with a granite countertop in the middle of the kitchen floor. A.L tells me that they’ve just won a bunch of games of beer pong, and as he does this his face undergoes noticeable, strange distortions and briefly changes color. He's upset about many things, I know, and I can certainly relate. However, at this point I become very obnoxious. “WOW!” I yell, annoyingly sarcastic and contemptuous, “These guys just won! They threw a ball in a cup and drank a whole lot of BEER! They DRANK A LOT!!!” S.B motions to me and tells me to quiet down and I say “It’s okay S.B, we’re DREAMING!” (This is the weird part, I hadn’t been aware that I knew that. I had no moment of realization, no slamming into my head, all of a sudden I just knew it. The dream was amazingly vivid throughout in either case.) S.B says “ohhh” and suddenly he looks extremely solemn. I look over at A.L to see if he is reacting the same way but I wake up.

I fall back into the same dream not too long after.

It is now night time, I am in my backyard with my dad. I've lost lucidity. My mom has uncharacteristically joined the ongoing party. S.B and R.M are tripping acid. S.R is gone. My dad is sitting and looking very unhappy. I finally approach him and ask him if he wants to go to the beach. At first he declines but then decides he might as well join. I go into the house and start making preparations. S.B asks if he and R.M can go. I am reluctant because my dad is with me and they’re tripping, but I accept anyway (I know how much fun tripping on the beach is.)

As we are leaving there is a conversation going on about some movie poster that is hanging on the wall at the bottom of the stairs. The movie it advertises does not exist, nor do any of the people in it. However, B.R is giving a rather detailed and lengthy explanation of that group, apparently it’s a famous group that makes a lot of movies together. I wish I could remember anything he said because the ideas seemed good, I just didn’t realize until I woke up that it was all unconsciously made up by me.

When the whole crowd is ready it is again daytime. This part is difficult to explain. We will have to take a golf cart to the beach and we will also need a tail gunner. There is a large elderly mob on the street that apparently will swallow us up if we try to drive anywhere unguarded. I take charge of the situation. “You two,” I say to our two psychonauts, “get in the back and don’t say a fucking word.” They get in a little compartment in the back of the cart. “M.C.C,” I say to her, who is suddenly now with us, “make yourself comfortable.” She takes the front passenger seat. I am driving the cart, however I am sitting behind her as I do this. The seating position ends up making no sense. The tail gunner, who I have to assume is my dad, somehow ends up behind the backseat. Oh well.

We have it timed out that he will start firing as soon as I hit the gas and leave the driveway. I see the group in the street, they are marching in formation wearing purple robes. I finally peel out and start driving as fast as the cart will go (which is not very fast) and dad starts mowing all the people behind us down. However, this is not the only mob of people nor the only obstacle to be encountered.

We come to the intersection of the busy road and see the ridiculous, anarchistic scene described at the beginning of this entry. I am trying to take a right turn but there are so many cars and people coming that we must sit there for quite awhile before I speed out into the road. Every once in awhile we are blasted by sand and wind and I must constantly dodge cars and people in the golf cart.

The last thing I remember before I wake up is that I have found a straight, paved strip of pavement down the middle of the street. I stick to that and speed forward. On my left there are huge busses passing by with passengers that I intuitively know have come from the beach. There are various warnings running in electronic letters across the bodies of the busses. They say to turn back now and avoid the suffering that I am sure to encounter. I wake up, wishing we could have made it to the beach and seen whatever was going on there.

If you've read this entire thing, which I don't see why you would, you've just seen the most recall I've ever had from a single dream.