gn0mz
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All text in black was written on paper immediately after awaking, unedited. Orange text was written during the re-recorded post online, and contains assessments, ideas, etc.
I had written down the night before a goal: Have 1 dream that is vividly remembered upon waking up. Write down at least a page on it. This goal was completed.

It all began in Homer. I decided to leave Homer and the restaurant to go traveling. I went south by means of thumb. All the way. I stayed in some kind of monastary, castle, or something in New Mexico. It turned out to be an insane house, which I found out in a lunch room. This kid brought me lunch. We talked, I don't remember what about. Then we escaped. The people were after us! I got hit in the leg by a tranquilizer gun, but stayed awake long enough to get away. We took the tranquilizer dart and began hitch-hiking North. I got a ride, then remember being in Quebec, Canada. I walked around with some others. It was night, and not winter. However, when I woke up, it had became winter. I remember the stores vividly. Each was the same shape, but a different color. However, it was night, and everything was closed. I went and must have slept, but I don't remember where. The next day, I walked through the buildings again, and took a photo of the image. I have a picture drawn, the buildings are storefronts, but all are like houses, the same shape.

The interesting thing about this dream, is I seem to remember it, even now, very vividly, but I don't remember many details. I have a very strong visual memory of this dream. It also makes me think of my father, who was French Canadian, and bipolar. I feel these were strong influences in this dream.

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These fragments are all on a single paper, with no date. I don't remember if there were multiple nights or multiple dreams in one night.

I woke up to me, narrating, "I can't drink, I can't drink, I can't drink". I had woken up very hung-over. I remember some characters. Stephen was there smoking pot. I denied his offer. I remember his pipe. I had a drawing of this on paper. I had just finished a talk with Daryl from The Office, but naked, for some reason. I was sleeping in the nude, which at that time was uncommon. I walked to his office through a department store of sorts, wrapped in a blanket. My green fuzzy one. I only went to have a cord spliced together. This dream was either before or after I spliced the Ethernet cord together from my neighbor running over it with the lawn mower. I wish I could remember his conversation. He was really wise, telling me all the right things.

I was walking out of work, into the mall parking lot. There I saw Halee, she came up and hugged me. She rubbed my back as well. She talked about working with her on a project protecting a plant cell with cancer.

I remember being chased. There was a man trying to get me every time, but I always got away. I was trying to make jello. I was in some office on the upper level, and ran down the stairs. I was a crustation, and when I escaped to the pond, I would evolve.

I was on a road trip with my Mom and sister, somewhere in Europe, perhaps Canada. We started going to the liquor store to get something. It was more than a liquor store, a grocery store. For some reason Naomi couldn't go to the liquor section, she wasn't 21 yet, but I was. Which is interesting, since she is 3 years older than I am. We walked around, deciding on something. There was an isle with all "Chris Dudd" sandalls. I specifically remember the logo saying Chris Dudd. I explained to Mom they were Jesus sandals. We got wine, 3 bottles. Then we left on foot and went on, ending up at some turnaround. There was a nice all-black car there. And lots of bums. I carried my netbook past them all. Probably my fear of getting it stolen, since I had just gotten the netbook.

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I went with the family of the Weeds (the television show) to a small town in Alaska, which I called Homer. However, it was not like Homer, AK at all. It had some big strip-mall thing for tourists, which we stayed in. The first night we wandered around to get pizza. Then when I was in line, this guy behind me with a mustache sorta keep getting as close as possible. Eventually, I shouted at him to give me space, that he was fucking crowding me! Then I asked for pepperoni with jalapeños. I got sausage with jalapeños instead. I added parmesan cheese which came out of the shaker really fast. This is good, I love parmesan cheese. Then I added red chilis. After, I ate it. I don't remember what it tasted like. Next I know, I am in a room Shane Botwin has found, a sort of secret room. He has colored all of the walls with patterns. He is playing calm music. I talk to him. There is at some point a bunch of names on a wall. With numbers next to them. They are friends of mine. I don't remember who, or what numbers. I feel like the numbers could have been an ordering of my friends. Then, somebody shows up and says there is a big party. The mustache guy is there too. I claim that I don't want to go, because I will smell like smoke to my Mom. (Perhaps I was traveling with Shane Botwin from Weeds, and my Mom) Then I decide to go. I go check it out. As I am walking there I see Scott H. I am so excited. I tell him I've got a surprise for him, and run off to wake Lance. Another friend of all of ours, but not previously in this dream. Lance doesn't want to wake, but I get him to and we go to the beach to where I saw Scott. There are all sorts of people from Arcata. I find Ki, I pick him up, and run toward the ocean. Throwing him right to the water's edge. We all gather, and eventually get into the PTJewser. KSO's in the back Scott next to me, Alex driving with Ki shotgun. I remember being so happy. We drive toward the party.

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Somehow I was invited to go to San Francisco at work. A guy named Danny tipped me personally. I worked as a waiter at that time. Sean, my boss, was also invited. We went together, but we couldn't find the 'city'. I believe I meant downtown San Francisco by this. We ended up finding some sort of hippy-fest. There was one guy I KNOW I have seen before. I had a strange sense of seeing this person before, I was confident that outside of dreams I had seen this person, but never met him. I passed buy him. Later he came by and gave me a mesh bag with gems inside it. Sean called it a "sad-bag". This is very in the sense of humor of Sean, but more random. I pocketed it. There is a blank part of my dream, and then I am with Mike S. He is showing my his mushroom bong. I deny his offer to smoke. He claims it makes it less "pink-math" and head-fuckedness.

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It all started out going on a road trip with Jesse! Except it might have been Connor. Either way that changed. I was walking to the car when a girl walked up. She was cute. Had some metal canteens and was going on an adventure. We gave her a ride. Then drove to pick up my friend.
At this point I wrote WAKE, so I must have awoken from the dream, and immediately went back to bed.

Now I am in a classroom. It's Brian? and this girl. I sit behind Brian. I get a haircut the first day. I don't remember much more from that day. The next day everyone in class had haircuts. There was some toy that was on the TV the night before, where people wore it on there head. I had drawn a picture of this toy, it seems completely random. Outside the classroom there was some scattered hair, and this toy was filled with hair, of all colors. I went into the classroom, and announced that I cut my hair the day before. Probably attempting to show that I was not following a trend.