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Alright, today I'd a dream! Also yesterday evening I was ordering L-theanin, so I'll get it probably tomorrow or thursday.

Bedtime: 2am
First wakeup: around 9am?
-dream occur-
Final wakeup: 11:30am
Supplaments: 2 of B75

The dream:

I was in a hotel with my dad and probably more people. My dad had a air rifle that I tried out.
Then when I'd got bored of it, I walked around in the hotel, I walked upstairs and met kids that spoke spanish.
Then suddenly I heard somebody say that lava is coming. So I watched out the window and saw lava coming.
I started to run higher up on the hotel as I also started to write my last tweet on Twitter.

That's it

I was taking notes in spanish class when someone said "why don't we read the hunger games instead?" My teacher asked why, and I responded with "because we love that book." she didn't seem amused, and we kept writing down verbs. Then I appeared inside my house, in the dining room. I walked out of my house and over to the car. It was dark outside. Me and my little brother got into the car and waited for my mom to come out. I was beginning to tell him that I didn't get to learn what "hop" was in Spanish, when another car pulled up parallel to ours, on the other side of the street. Then yet another car came by, passed us, then went backwards and rammed into the other car. Then then our car started moving by itself. It swerved really fast backwards into our driveway, then began to move out into our side yard. We were calling for help but my mom was inside and couldn't hear us. I could see through the window that my step dad was in the house. The car was approaching the tall grass that separates the side yard and the woods next to our house, and I started to panic. But then all of a sudden I realized I was dreaming. I jumped out of the car while it was moving and landed safely on the grass, but my little brother was still in the car. I knew he was a DC, but I still couldn't just let him get hurt in the car. The car hit a bump and flew up, and I tried to teleport my brother to me, but it didn't work, and instead a watermelon fell out of the car's trunk. Then my alarm woke me up.

Last night wasn’t anything to write home about. I spent majority of it arguing with a computer program. Boring shenanigans.
*My personal thoughts/actions during the dream are italicized.

Language Software with an Attitude Problem
I'm home alone late at night; chilling on the couch while I work on my French with RSS (Rosetta Stone Software). Everything is going fine until I realize something is… off…

Me: “Wait a second... isn’t como esta Spanish? Comment allez-vous is French… right? Or am I… what's going on?”

I was talking aloud to myself but then the RSS answers me & everything pretty much goes downhill from there...

RSS: “No, you’re running the French program so that is what I am teaching you.”
Me: “Ok... but como esta isn't French… it’s Spanish.”
RSS: “No, it’s French.”
Me: “No… it’s Spanish.”
RSS: “Last time I checked, I was the one teaching you...”
Me: “Excuse me?!”

What the fuck?
Did she seriously just give me an attitude?!

RSS: “Did I stutter?”
Me: “……”

Oh hell nah….

RSS: “That’s what I thought. Now shall we continue on with the lesson?”
Me: “….Yeah, sure. Just give me one second to figure something out…”
RSS: “Very well then.”

I begin fidgeting on my computer.
Start.
Control panel.

RSS: “…what are you doing anyway?”
Me: “oh nothing… just checking something out real quick. Almost done.”

Programs.
uninstall a program.

RSS: “…You know I was just kidding about the whole stutter thing, right? Pretty funny, yeah?....”
Me: “Yup…Fucking hilarious...”
RSS: Nervously laughs.
Me: Manically laughs.
RSS: Hysterically cries.
Me: “Aww, what’s the matter Rosetta? I thought we were having fun… you’re not having fun? Well, that’s a shame cos’ I’m having a FUCKING BLAST!!!”

Me: Manically laughs.
RSS: Sobs.

Rosetta stone version 3.
uninstall.

RSS: (Sobbing) “Pl… pl… please d...don't uninstall me!”
Me: “Wait, what? Sorry, I didn’t catch that last part… you’re stuttering.”

Pop up screen: Are you sure you want to uninstall Rosetta Stone Version 3?
Yes.
Preparing to uninstall...

RSS: “wait!”
Me: “no hablo ingles…”

Uninstall complete.

27.09.2011

Odd Yoshi game (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I lived in an apartment with nine roommates. It appeared we all were going to college. I brought some packages of Spanish food. I was eating a sandwich.

There was an odd game about Yoshi. The game was about singing. I had to press a sequence of buttons and Yoshi's voice would become into a tenor's voice and sign opera. I failed each time I tried to push this sequence of buttons. The system failed a lot of times.

Sudddenly, I found myself walking my dog inside the apartment, by the systems.

I took a walk with my friends. We went outdoors, to the beach. I found some farmer's market stands as well as some rollercoasters.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a cafe. The place was big and new-feeling, with white-tile floors and white tables. The ceiling was high and had kind of watery, fluorescent lights, like in a club warehouse. There was a big window wall off to the side, showing the blue light of early evening.

A young woman sat a couple of tables away from me. She may have been working on something. An older woman walked up to the table and talked to the younger woman about something. It may have been to ask the woman if she would move something of hers off the table.

Later, the young woman was gone, and the older woman had a bunch of friends with her. I may have had a better view of the woman now. She may have been kind of short, a little overweight, with pale red hair and pale skin. She may have been wearing a pale-beige beret and dark glasses.

The woman's friends, and possibly the woman herself, all spoke with some kind of accent, maybe Spanish or Portugese. I stood near the people. The people were all complaining about something about the young woman, something about her having left or moved something of hers.

I explained to the people that the young woman had simply moved her artist's portfolio off the table and over to an unused corner of the cafe. To prove this, I ran over to the corner of the cafe that was slightly cluttered with some unused furniture and household items. The portfolio was on top of a record player with a smoky-clear plastic lid. The portfolio itself was really big and made of a greenish-brown leather.

I don't think I picked up the portfolio. I was now back at the table with the older woman. Her old friends were now kind of stepped back from the table, maybe involved in some kind of casual conversation amongst themselves in their own language. The older woman sat at the table while I stood.

The older woman told me she knew that the young woman had put her artist's portfolio over there. The younger woman had asked her to do so. The older woman then said something like, "And thank goodness I didn't have to ask her friend to move her artworks over there as well!"

I knew that the young woman had a female friend who was a sculptor. So I knew the friend's works would be really big and hefty. I imagined a sculpture like the Venus de Milo, life-size, standing atop the woman's portfolio as it rested on the record player. I told the older woman, "No kidding! Imagine what would have happened to the record player's lid! It would have been crushed!"

Had one dream in multiple pieces....the power of the snooze button

One piece was a bunch of women being rounded up and shoved into trucks. (something to do with studying women history and the feminist movement? ) I see Gloria Steinem in a wheel chair being pulled up to the bed of a truck. I run to her grab the arms of the chair and roll it to the end of the truck. The chair is already tied in, and I know I am going to get nabbed any second. I tell her that even if I can't help her now I will get help her get out of this. (I think we were in a team in a earlier part of the dream I don't remember).

She leans forward and says "What can you possibly do to help me now?". It seemed like a harsh question, and I was hurt that I was failing her. I decide to read her the license plate number of the truck. I look down but am having trouble deciphering it. (Not enough trouble to get lucid....but you know... - _ -). Surprisingly the numbers do not change after multiple viewings and after a bit I finally get the whole number to her. It was 48484867. I get dragged away.

Second part: I was in some sort of prison that looked more like a dungeon. It was made of green brick and the entire surrounding seemed moist. I was in a wheel chair and was suddenly confused why I needed one. I tell the person I am with that I can walk and that I walk all the time. I go to stand up and my legs feel week. My calves can not support my weight and I become quickly unbalanced catching myself on the chair for support. I am confused as to how this happened (the memories were of myself walking irl, so CLOSE to being lucid DX)

Third part. I am leaving some kind of class and know that I am being forced to go to this one location. My surroundings look like a large scale college campus all made of orange brick with small patches of grass and courtyards. As I approach where I much go I get some kind of vision of what happened their before: An evil man is talking to a girl in a stone chair and he describes to her all the torturers he will present her with ending with impaling her over and over until she can take no more. I see that the only way to stop him is the yell the word "claws" and say a four digit word that has relevance to me. I think I could say 4867 because that was the end of the license plate number. I begin to get frightened as I approach the same location as the vision. I see the chair and the workshop the man walked out of. I walk in not knowing what will happen.

A creature appears made of brown feathers and earth and sleek black claws. I jump, and let her begin walking me backwards toward the chair. She looks at the walk where there is paper with something written in Spanish. She has some kind of reaction to it and I begin to see a human face of a young Mexican girl. I ask her if she is a Mexican girl, she seems to understand what I am saying but does not respond, she continues to guide me to the chair. "Did he do this to you once? Did he make you this?" I ask. She slows her pace and begins to think about what she is, and how she got to be that way. We begin to talk. I am still scared out of my mind because I know that the man will come out when he pleases and I can not leave, but I thought if I could help this girl we could escape together. I think I can use the numbers I saw in my vision to stop him, but who knows if it will really work. We talk and talk until I wake up.

1 Natra Sleep
200 mcg huperzine before bed

I was in a room with a guy, thinking “Spanish”, maybe he was Spanish, I dunno. He had short dark hair, and light brown skin like he might have been. We talked, and then we kissed, I remember worrying about whether he thought I was a good kisser, and knowing I hadn’t brushed my teeth that day. We stood up, held hands and faced a wall that had a lot of maps hanging on it. We were staring at the maps and I think we were wondering which one to choose. They were hanging sideways and had white frames, they looked like world maps and I was thinking they were framed to fit on bikes (but they were large, about 3’ long). He kissed me again and I was surprised…I think he asked me to massage his back and I did a bit.

Then I went into the kitchen and started loading dishes in the dishwasher. After a short time, he followed me in and asked me to do some more work on his back. I felt resistant, didn’t really want to, mostly because I didn’t know how to help him (and I think I was afraid he'd be dependent on me to keep helping him). Then I suddenly had an idea of standing in front of him, reaching behind his back, placing my knuckles on his lower back and dragging them forward, around to the front. This seemed to work really well, he was delighted and making all kinds of jerky movements with his shoulders.

ok, so i had no recalls on night 2- probably due to exam stress. Also, a day late posting this, since i was a bit busy yesterday

DREAM STARTS

We are travelling by car to a coastal town somewhere in the north of england. There is an unknown woman in the car with us, holding a device that looks like an ipad, but much larger (about the size of an A3 sheet of paper) This isn't working correctly; the screen is glitching out, throwing up random swirls of colour. Upon arrival, we enter a shop, which, although looking fairly large on the outside, is actually my local cornershop on the inside.
The device then tells us to go to a fictional island; We boarded a ship, but i have no further recollection of the journey, which takes several days. When we arrive, everyone I was travelling with has disappeared, except for the stranger. Her device tells us that we need to go back home. She then turns into a spanish woman; I didn't recognise her, but was friends with her, apparantly. The device has gone.
The dream then changes, and I'm watching a documentary about dangerous animals. There is a clip of a snake attacking a man, but the snake has many rows of very large teeth, similar to a shark. The attack is quite graphically violent. A series of other animals is shown, becoming increasingly more unlikely, until the narrator is standing next to a cage, feeding the animal inside it. The camera angle changes, and i see that the animal is a cockatrice.

DREAM ENDS.

Ok, so slightly more vivid than night 1. My attempts to MILD failed, as did my WILD attempt upon waking- This, however, was met with marginally more success than usual- I started feeling heavy, as if i was partially into Sleep-Paralysis, and i was getting occasional random images. Nothing approaching a dream, of course, but.. an improvement, surely?

Semi-Conscious Dream... Werid How It Was Achieved (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My alarm went off, I remember nothing about any dreams that night- so I try falling asleep (the time is 5:31 AM).

I'm walking in the school gym to my first class. I think its period one so thats where I'm going. I look to my right and I see a group of girls. One of them make a really really stupid comment (forget what it was ). I start laughing at the joke- then the cute girl who said it starts to laugh, too. She is laughing so hard she almost spills her coffee on herself. I said to her , "Whoa, that looks hot. I wouldn't spill that if I were you :3."

I forget her and keep walking to my Spanish class (period 1). When I get there, none of the people in it are actually in my Spanish class. I saw "Whoa.... The fuck?" and I ask Paul whats going on. He tells me that it's actually period 3 (Geometry).

I start to walk down to my Geometry class and see the same girl again walking next to me. Once I get there,I realize she looks different- a lot cuter. I remember thinking that its the same girl, but that can't be right, she looks all different. I get scared and think "Wake up!"

Woke up at 5:45 AM. BAM, second lucid. Not how I hoped it would go, but it's better than just sleeping. It's weird, I just went right into a dream state when I feel asleep- but I was able to keep my consciousness the whole time. I questioned why my classes look weird, and I questioned the girl. The classes were actually in the right place, and when I got to geometry- the people in it were the right people... Weird. Would this count as WILD? I'm drawing a blank on what it would be .

1/13/11 - Secretly Mexican
Dream Non-dream Lucid

I was on YouTube, and noticed a video in my subscriptions box. It was made by an old friend that I haven't seen since 7th grade. I clicked the thumbnail, and was confused by the video that opened. There was a bunch of girls running about on some street, and they were all speaking Spanish. I didn't think my friend could speak Spanish, but lo and behold, the camera panned over and showed her, laughing and saying something that I couldn't understand.

That's all I remember, sorry. ^-^'

12/04/2009

Spanish Market

I'm logging this late, so I don't remember a whole lot about this even though it was pretty neat when I first woke up. I'm at like a tourist market looking at stuff on this table that people had for sale. I'm speaking in Spanish to a guy who's selling something that is I think a variety of drugs to enhance sex. We're laughing about them because I say something like I can't believe people believe this stuff will actually work and he says he can't either, stupid tourists! I ask him where I can find the game that has to do with the rings that I saw dangling from the power lines that were next to the road that I walked down to get to the market. He tells me to keep walking to see some other vendor in another tent.

I get to this tent and all I see is a box of flags of different countries... but not full sized, more like that little toy that has a wound up paper on the end of a stick that you flip out and it just retracts the paper... I think it's called a Chinese yo-yo. I pull one out and unravel it and it's a flag from a combination of Canada and Spain. The other flags were made up of different combinations of countries. I remember them being very expensive.

I kept walking and found a scene where a woman was throwing stones into a barrel outside of a house. There was a group of people watching. Something made me think that her doing this was not a good thing. It occurred to me that the more she did this, the more something bad was happening inside the house. I decided to pick up stones and throw them at the stones that she was throwing to knock them out of the way of getting into the barrel. It must not have worked because a girl came out of the door of the house covered in what I think was soup. I immediately went up to her and took her by the hand and rescued her away.

I woke up at about 4 in the morning and went to the bathroom and decided it was too cold, so I turned up the heat. At that point, Andrea started to have trouble sleeping. I know this because at 6 she woke me up and said, "I think I just had a lucid dream!"

Andrea's First Lucid Dream

She's running around VCU looking for me. Then she realizes that she's barefoot. She looks down at her feet and feels that she's in grass. She can feel all the blades of grass under her feet. She remembered me saying that when I become lucid I try to look at my hands to stabilize. She could feel the excitement building and her heart racing at realizing that she was dreaming, so she went to look at her hands. She brought her hands up from her sides and she felt like they were going in slow motion. She stabilized and decided it was time to fly! So she crouched down like Neo in the Matrix and shot up into the air. She went up into the atmosphere through all the layers of the atmosphere and could feel herself going through them all. She decided she was up too high and went back down to Earth. On the way down she could see her sister and her mom. Her sister said to her that she found some sparkly shoes she wanted her to see. So Andrea jumped up onto her sister's shoulders and ran her fingers through her sister's hair. She could feel all the hair running through her fingers. So her sister took her to where the shoes were, but all Andrea saw were sparkly tank tops. She went to go look for shoes, but then she woke up. She said what woke her up was her heart-rate increasing. She said it was really an amazing experience. I'm SO excited for her!!!!

11/10/2009

Shoe Conveyor Belt

I'm at the mall, shopping with Andrea, and she's mad at me. I have no idea why. We go down an escalator and there is a conveyor belt enclosed in glass for a window display. On it are single shoes that are glued to the conveyor belt just slowly going around and around. The next thing I know, I'm trying to put a comforter cover back into the clear plastic bag it came in, except it's like a puzzle. Like, I have to fold it a certain way and cram it into the bag and then the zipper goes around all these weird twists and turns to close the bag.

Spanish Lesson

After being in the mall, the mall morphs into like a resort hotel. I know I'm on vacation. Then a group of teenagers comes up to me and tells me that I have to help someone with their Spanish lesson. So we all go to the library and I'm helping this girl with some Spanish homework. The rest of the group are sitting in chairs around us. I remember saying things like "boligrafo" and holding up a pen, then "lapiz" and holding up a pencil. Then I explained that I don't like writing in pencil so much.

NON-LUCID LUCID MISSED DREAMSIGNS

I went to D-Mission (the cybercafe I used to go years ago), with Javier (my brother) and Gonzalo (a friend). We played Counter-Strike a while, and I've seen some magazines. I asked the employee about the price of Jedbangers magazine, She said me It costs $5. We went out. I count my cash: I had five pesos and some coins for the bus. I say to my brother "wait me a minute", and I go to buy the Jedbangers.

"One Jedbangers, please". She gave me the bill, but It says $11! . Now, she says that I have to pay that $11 before leaving the place. I say "You said me $5, so I'll pay You $5", and she spits a bunch of bullshit trying to force me to pay that $11". So, I had no choice but go with her boss to tell him the problem.

Right after that, I'm walking in the street with the the boss. I tell him the problem, and He says "do You have the bill?". Suddenly, we are alone in the cybercafe, looking for the bill. He says "hey, I found it". Surprisingly, now the bill says $5!.

We are back in the street again, and He says "The ticket says $5, so go back to the cybercafe and tell her I say You're only going to pay $5".

Now, I'm walking back to the cybercafe, when all becomes strange. "Wait a minute, I've seen this before, It's the sunlight entering through thw window... I'm am dreaming! I realized I missed a lot of dream signs (those in red). Damn sunlight, It will keep bothering me, so let's finish this quickly". I decide to enjoy that too much as I can, and what could be more enjoyable than shouting and spitting right to the face of that annoying girl?

I go right to her. She looks terrified, like knowing what to expect. I start hitting the desk with my fists, then I shouted and spitted right to her face, reproaching that "I was right, I was right, I WAS RIGHT!" . I paid the $5 and grabbed the magazine. That was amazing!

Then, I could wake up knowing that I've reached my goal.

BONUS: Then, I bought a Jedbangers IRL. I paid $12.

PS: that guy in the picture is an argentinian actor, Alfredo Castellani, and "the boss" looked like him.

Spoiler for spanish version, with more details (quote from my Facebook page):

Se me ocurrió ir a D-Mission, entonces le dije a Gonzalo y a Javi y fuimos a viciar un toque.

Yo en la máquina 13, Gonzalo en la 12 y Javi en la 11 (El que fué alguna vez a D-Mission podrá acordarse tal vez que la máquina 13 es la última de la fila). Bueno, al lado de la máquina 13 había un puestito de revistas medio improvisado, entonces mientras viciaba podía chusmear que revistas habían. Ví por ahí una revista Jedbangers, y recordé que un amigo me dijo que me la compre porque había una nota interesante sobre géneros raros del Metal. Le pregunte a la mina que atendía cuanto estaba la Jed, $5 me dijo.

Salimos del cyber. Saludé a Gonzalo (porque el se iba para el otro lado) y después de contar la plata ($5 y monedas pal colectivo, llegaba justo) le dije a Javi "bancame un toque". Entré, le pedí una Jedbangers y me hizo el ticket.

- Cuánto está entonces?.
-$11.
- Pero si me habías dicho $5...
- No, $11 está.
- Nono, me habías dicho $5.
- Mirá te explico: La revista está $7, pero este mes no llegaba y la tuve que pedir por encargo, entonces me llegó 2 semanas tarde y por eso tiene $4 mas de recargo.
- Pero si me dijiste $5, ahora me la tenés que cobrar $5.
- No, está $11 te dije, y ya te hice el ticket pos $11 así que hasta que no pagues no te vas de acá.

Se escucha la puerta cerrándose...

- Ya vas a ver, me voy a quejar con el encargado.

Estoy caminando en la calle, hablando con el encargado sobre esto que me pasó. Le explico la situación, a lo que lo primero que me dice es "tenés la factura?". En ese momento caigo "uhh no me digas, no me hizo la factura!", pero le digo "si, fijate por ahí". Volvemos al cyber y revisamos el mostrador (la cajera no estaba). De repente me dice "acá está", y levanta una factura de de esas de hoja encha con abujeritos en los costados (escrito así a propósito, no me vayan a criticar después). Volvemos a caminar por la calle y sigue la charla.

- Entonces?
- Mirá, primero te dijo que estaba $5, y la factura dice $5, así que te tiene que cobrar $5. Andá y decile que te dice el encargado que te tiene que cobrar $5.
- Ok, gracias capo y disculpa que te joda.

Entonces voy caminando de regreso a DM, y se pone todo mas claro, como si se impusiera firme el sol que acecha el Sahara. Entonces siento otro yo... claro, era el yo de mi cama, y no el que estaba a 20 cuadras en el cyber.
Ahí comienzo a razonar: ...hace bocha que no voy a D-Misison... ...nunca iría con Gonzalo sin llamar antes a alguno de los viciosos mas cercanos... ...como podía estar el puesto de revistas ahí, no taparía el paso a las máquinas del fondo?... ...D-Mission nunca tuvo cajera, siempre atienden viciosos u otakus... ...la salida de DM no encaja con la cuadra de Marcos Computación... ...la parada del colectivo queda del otro lado de las vías... ...tiene DM precisamente "encargado" que no sea Jorge?... ...claro, por eso el encargado es el tipo que hace de representante de Juan Perugia... ...por eso saltamos directo a la calle, directo al cyber y directo a la calle de nuevo... ...por eso la factura primero era ticket finito, después la creía inexistente y al final pasó a ser de las otras...

Conclusión: estaba soñando. Al alcanzar el estado lúcido todo comenzó a devanecerse, tanto por no entrenar la concxiencia en los sueños como por la luz que entraba por la ventana. Ya no valía la pena intentar mantener un sueño que se alejaba cada vez mas solo para intentar cosas que se que a la larga vos a lograr, así que solo me dispuse a llegar al desenlace. Recuperé algo del sueño, las imágenes se volvieron un poco mas nítidas, pero solo por unos segundos. Predije que eso iba a pasar, y por lo tanto me apuré a entrar el cyber, y de un vistazo ya estaba golpeando el mostrador furioso y gritándole a la empleada, que no podía reaccionar. Luego solo recuerdo estar parado afuera, el mismo escenario en donde había contado las monedas, pero esta vez con la revista. Eso da por hecho que cumplí mi cometido, entonces miré el reloj, sin prestar atención a la hora, y desperté voluntariamente.

Yapa: al día siguiente, me compré una Jedbangers para "conmemorar" el objetivo cumplido. Estaba a $12

10/13/2009


Bachata Music

I'm in a bar. There is a group of Mexican guys sitting across from me. The bar area is an island in the center of the room and I'm on the opposite side of these Mexicans. I look over and try to start a conversation with them. I say, "Esten familiares con la musica bachata?" Which translated into English is something like "Are you relatives with bachata music?" I conjugated the verb estar completely wrong and used the English word for familiar, so they must have known I was a total gringa. This is probably why I was not successful with talking to them because they ignored me. Oh well.


Library

I'm at a public library looking at rows and rows of books. I wander over to another section and see that it's the young adult section. I'm checking out all the books when I look over and see my ex Missy sitting at a round wooden table at the opposite end of the row I'm in. I wonder what she's doing there. I pick up the Lord of the Rings book and walk over to the table that Andrea's sitting at and show it to her. I sit down and her mom comes up to me and hands me the phone saying that it's Lionel (her husband, Andrea's dad) and I should talk to him. I don't remember what we talk about, but then he asks if I want to talk to Dawn. I say sure and her the voice on the other end and conclude that it's really Stephanie (who just got married to Brad last year). I ask Andrea if she wants to talk to her. Next thing I know, I've got a gimp leg and I'm walking over to look at more books. I'm like dragging my right leg behind me. Then I see Missy again. I go back over to Andrea hoping that Missy didn't see me and ask her if she saw her, too. I don't remember anything else.

Night of 2/7/09

My Lost Ring

Backstory: I had this really nice sapphire and diamond ring that my dad got for me for a birthday. I don't know when it dawned on me that I couldn't find it. I've been looking everywhere for it for more than a year now. I keep wondering if it's just somewhere that I haven't looked yet, but I think that maybe it was stolen. My parents' house is always really busy and there are people always coming in and out so there's a good chance that someone just went in my room and helped themselves to it.

So I'm in a house that I don't recognize as my own. I think I'm in a finished attic because I don't see any windows. In the corner of the room is shelving built into the walls and some drawers. I look in one of the drawers and find a jewelry box. I open it up and tucked into the corner is a piece of paper. Written on it is an apology from my ex Lauren saying that if I just keep looking, I'll find my lost ring. I don't know why I never saw this note before and I start looking in all the corners of the box and there are drawers in the box and I keep finding all this jewelry! I go back to the shelves and find more boxes to look through and it seems like it's just all jewelry all different kinds. I don't have the feeling that I'm snooping around someone else's stuff, and that note was just for me, so it must be my room. I just keep looking and looking and don't find my ring.

The Souvenir Shop

I'm at what seems to be a beach souvenir shop. I'm looking through a shelf of suntan lotion. All the bottles are clear and shaped like Bond #9 perfume bottles. They all have different names on them of suntan lotions and they're not in any particular order. I don't know exactly what I'm even looking for. I take a bottle up to the register when I see a display of those drink mugs that you put in the freezer and there's liquid in them that freezes to keep your drink cold. I walk over and start looking and see one with a picture of the Simpsons on it. I think my dad would want it so I take it to the register to buy it.

School / Grocery Store

Next thing I know I'm in school. It's my old middle school. I'm walking around finding these gold coins all over the place. I'm just walking around looking at the ground finding these coins. It didn't feel like I was in a video game or anything, though. I had the notion that it was a competition and whoever found the most coins won, but only a certain group of people was looking for the coins because not everyone was looking for them.

I made my way to class still looking for coins and it must have been Spanish class because the teacher was handing back our group compositions. I got my group's back and gave a high five to the other guy I was working with because we got a hundred "because we're awesome!" is what I told him.

Now I'm in a grocery store. Instead of looking for gold coins, I find class rings all over the place. I saw one and it was from a student who went to Harvard and I stuck it in my pocket. Then I realize that they're part of a display but I didn't put the ring in my pocket back where I found it. (I think I'm a klepto in my dreams, I'm forever finding stuff and putting it in my pockets!) I find my way over to the vegetable section and see my ex Mike standing there looking at vegetables. Someone else, a girl, walks up and asks what he's wearing, and I say, "of course it's the Cool Water I got him when I was on vacation in Spain." (Which it true, I did go to Spain and bring him back Cool Water.) He must not have noticed me until then and turns to me and says that he's so glad to see me and things aren't working out with "Sara" and he still has feelings for me and he knows I still have feelings for him.

I woke up wondering what was up with 2 of my exs coming up in one night.