The format of this dream was a play. The subject of the play was war. The war was conducted by each character taking turns writing down steps of a mathematical proof as lines in the play. Each character was on a team fighting the other team. I and others were characters, and we were on one team, and Anne and Kiyo were characters on another team. It was quite a suspenseful play, and my active role really kept me on my toes. Sadly, I don't remember much of the war's mechanics. I do remember that there was a certain strategy that people were using, and that some people were fighting for peace. Also, I don't think it was clear what the intent of each line was (to make peace or to continue the war?) but there was an explicit thing that had to be done to win peace, e.g. completing the proof, and perhaps you could win the war by showing the proof's claim is false (both were possible). I don't remember if I was fighting for peace or war, but I made a pretty cool mathematical discovery and used it to my team's advantage. I was excited to use it, for it was a chance for me to show off my skills in math.
What inspired this dream? I've been reading plays lately. The last one I read was of the Greek Dicaeopolis, who fought (verbally) against his own people to get peace for himself in a war against Sparta. The last thing I did before I went to sleep was write a few proofs by induction on my computer science homework, and I was proud of myself for how well I was doing on the homework. Can't explain why Anne and Kiyo were my enemies (or was I making peace with them?) other than saying they're not in my suite.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
night of 2011-02-24 + nap on 25th
I was in the yellow room of my house and this other couple just a little older than my parents were there and were our guests. The first picture I remember is of the grisly man with short hairy legs holding a big wide kitchen knife standing in front of the barstools, looking around like a dumb monster. It was clearly a threat. I was surprised and frightened, and I ran. I plotted to kill the man and his wife.
I was at the cabin that my family stayed at in Utah - our new, better house. If they weren't dead, they'd still be after us, but I was pretty sure that they were dead. ...It was a feud between two families.
Nap on the 25th:
I was alone in a room where all my suitemates computers were. All the monitors were off, but the computers were on. As a white-hat hacker it was my duty to test the security of my friends. I shook the mouse for Vincent's computer to see what was on his screen. Nothing that interested me - perhaps a game or it was just the desktop. Then I went over to David Fitz's computer. I must have hit the wrong key on the keyboard to wake it up or accidentally hit a switch, because the keyboard went into the desk - a desk made for computers and has a rolling thingymagig for keyboards. I thought that was one fancy keyboard. Then, I heard safety alarms while two drawers on either side of the desk closed slowly. Now I was a little nervous. His whole desk was closing up on me. The desk did some more fancy and noisy automated tasks and then I heard an alarm behind me. Now somehow his actual computer was across the room. I went over to it and heard alarms that I guessed indicated that the power would be shut off. I didn't want the power to be shut off before his computer turned off, so I clicked Start and was going to click Shut Down. (If it interests you, this screen was small and black and white.) But before I could hit Shut Down, the computer started shutting down anyway. I guess the computer knew it was supposed to turn off, which comforted me because I knew the system was complex enough not to shut off the power before the computer turned off. This really got my heart rate up I'm sure but I knew David wouldn't be mad and that nothing bad could've happened. Those stupid alarms were just being over-dramatic.
--
I looked at my watch and it was something O'Clock and 11 minutes. I was 11 minutes late to eat with my friends because I had been doing something computer-related (perhaps what I was doing in the last dream) and was too in to it to stop doing what I was doing. I felt bad, but just then my phone rang - Kiyo was calling me. He said something in this cool voice that basically asked if I was in the same position he was in - he hadn't left either. But he proposed that we both leave immediately so that we would get there at the same time.
Then I was with him and Oracle. We were looking for a place to sit, but there were children running around. We were in a strange place that was supposed to be Price Center.
--
I was on a run in the rain with Strides. It was dark and things looked gray, but I could see. We were running along a freeway. The freeway split up and we took this dirt path that went up to a bridge. Then something happened involving me and the team when Matt and Henry stopped for a second and turned around to ask me something: I confirmed that we could go a certain way, or someone asked me if I was alright.
I was at the cabin that my family stayed at in Utah - our new, better house. If they weren't dead, they'd still be after us, but I was pretty sure that they were dead. ...It was a feud between two families.
Nap on the 25th:
I was alone in a room where all my suitemates computers were. All the monitors were off, but the computers were on. As a white-hat hacker it was my duty to test the security of my friends. I shook the mouse for Vincent's computer to see what was on his screen. Nothing that interested me - perhaps a game or it was just the desktop. Then I went over to David Fitz's computer. I must have hit the wrong key on the keyboard to wake it up or accidentally hit a switch, because the keyboard went into the desk - a desk made for computers and has a rolling thingymagig for keyboards. I thought that was one fancy keyboard. Then, I heard safety alarms while two drawers on either side of the desk closed slowly. Now I was a little nervous. His whole desk was closing up on me. The desk did some more fancy and noisy automated tasks and then I heard an alarm behind me. Now somehow his actual computer was across the room. I went over to it and heard alarms that I guessed indicated that the power would be shut off. I didn't want the power to be shut off before his computer turned off, so I clicked Start and was going to click Shut Down. (If it interests you, this screen was small and black and white.) But before I could hit Shut Down, the computer started shutting down anyway. I guess the computer knew it was supposed to turn off, which comforted me because I knew the system was complex enough not to shut off the power before the computer turned off. This really got my heart rate up I'm sure but I knew David wouldn't be mad and that nothing bad could've happened. Those stupid alarms were just being over-dramatic.
--
I looked at my watch and it was something O'Clock and 11 minutes. I was 11 minutes late to eat with my friends because I had been doing something computer-related (perhaps what I was doing in the last dream) and was too in to it to stop doing what I was doing. I felt bad, but just then my phone rang - Kiyo was calling me. He said something in this cool voice that basically asked if I was in the same position he was in - he hadn't left either. But he proposed that we both leave immediately so that we would get there at the same time.
Then I was with him and Oracle. We were looking for a place to sit, but there were children running around. We were in a strange place that was supposed to be Price Center.
--
I was on a run in the rain with Strides. It was dark and things looked gray, but I could see. We were running along a freeway. The freeway split up and we took this dirt path that went up to a bridge. Then something happened involving me and the team when Matt and Henry stopped for a second and turned around to ask me something: I confirmed that we could go a certain way, or someone asked me if I was alright.
Monday, February 21, 2011
night of 2011-02-20
It was the beginning of a new school year. I had run all the way across a college campus to this place where the computer store was. I was there to take care of some administrative business...I had to check in or get something activated. I listened to this lady talk for a while and when she finished I asked her how I should go about doing what I was trying to do, but she said they didn't open until the end of the month. I was slightly angry - what losers, why are they closed? I tried to be on top of things early but it ended up being counterproductive. Then my dad was there and he needed to get something for his phone. We went in to the student store that was there and of course the computer section was closed off. He thought it was ridiculous that the rest of the store could be open and just the computer section - the most important section - was closed. He made some sarcastic comment, "You can get [something useless - I forget] but you can't get computers. Great."
My dad was driving me to this campus early one morning and I saw a bunch of runners, most of who looked familiar. They weren't taking it too seriously. The group was all spread out and I'm pretty sure I saw Mike Hart and Anthony in the back, walking and playing instruments. I wanted to run with them. Later I saw the people from this group of runners on my way to the computer store and I talked to them.
--
I was in the apartment I will be in next year for UCSD. There was a large open space in the middle of the apartment and everyone (about 4 people beside me) had set up their pianos there. I didn't need a piano so I didn't have one. Some were large and some small. One was meant to be played with one hand, and it somehow looked like the chairs we have at UCSD with the mini desk built in to the chair.
One of the guys there called me over to his room and said that he heard I gave out free money. I felt rather insulted that this rumor about me was going around, and I said this was not true. He didn't believe me, and I explained how I saw why he may have thought that; I let people borrow money from me sometimes, but I always get it back. Then he asked if he could borrow a hundred dollars. His trick was he would borrow a hundred dollars and then somehow it was like I would be borrowing one hundred dollars, and I would end up paying him back $200 so that he would come out $100 ahead. So I whipped out a $100 bill knowing that I would only give him $100 back (yes, yes, in real life this would be like giving him $200 but in the dream it meant coming out even). When he realized I was serious he backed off and didn't take the $100.
(I saw a twenty dollar bill this morning, which sparked my memory of all of this night's dreams.)
My dad was driving me to this campus early one morning and I saw a bunch of runners, most of who looked familiar. They weren't taking it too seriously. The group was all spread out and I'm pretty sure I saw Mike Hart and Anthony in the back, walking and playing instruments. I wanted to run with them. Later I saw the people from this group of runners on my way to the computer store and I talked to them.
--
I was in the apartment I will be in next year for UCSD. There was a large open space in the middle of the apartment and everyone (about 4 people beside me) had set up their pianos there. I didn't need a piano so I didn't have one. Some were large and some small. One was meant to be played with one hand, and it somehow looked like the chairs we have at UCSD with the mini desk built in to the chair.
One of the guys there called me over to his room and said that he heard I gave out free money. I felt rather insulted that this rumor about me was going around, and I said this was not true. He didn't believe me, and I explained how I saw why he may have thought that; I let people borrow money from me sometimes, but I always get it back. Then he asked if he could borrow a hundred dollars. His trick was he would borrow a hundred dollars and then somehow it was like I would be borrowing one hundred dollars, and I would end up paying him back $200 so that he would come out $100 ahead. So I whipped out a $100 bill knowing that I would only give him $100 back (yes, yes, in real life this would be like giving him $200 but in the dream it meant coming out even). When he realized I was serious he backed off and didn't take the $100.
(I saw a twenty dollar bill this morning, which sparked my memory of all of this night's dreams.)
Sunday, February 20, 2011
night of 2011-02-19
I was at a UCSD cafeteria. I saw a laptop sitting out on one of the counters and asked about it. It was Zack Lee's, and he left it there. I offered to take it so I could give it to him, since I didn't want it to get stolen. But for some reason I couldn't.
--
I was sitting down on a couch in a store. The couch was just inside the front door of the store, facing away from the main isle leading in to the store. I was sitting with people I knew, and I was perhaps eating. My keys were on the top of the couch. I was keeping an eye on them and noticed someone grab them as they were walking out. I yelled "Hey!" in a deep, stern voice. A Latino lady dressed in black had them and walked briskly toward the exit. "Little" Carrie, my cousin Nick's girlfriend, who I know in real life but didn't know in the dream, came up to me and asked me what the matter was. She was a security officer of the store, and she wanted to handle the matter herself. I told her that that lady had my keys. She power walked toward her with great determination, but I could see that I'd have to catch the lady myself if I wanted my keys back. I ran outside in the night and turned left and tried to see through all the people around me. I thought I lost her, but then I saw her at a phone booth trying to blend in with the crowd. I ran up to her and tried to force her to give me my keys. She tried to take one of the keys and shove it down my throat to kill me but I blocked it and I'm pretty sure I got them back.
--
I was sitting down on a couch in a store. The couch was just inside the front door of the store, facing away from the main isle leading in to the store. I was sitting with people I knew, and I was perhaps eating. My keys were on the top of the couch. I was keeping an eye on them and noticed someone grab them as they were walking out. I yelled "Hey!" in a deep, stern voice. A Latino lady dressed in black had them and walked briskly toward the exit. "Little" Carrie, my cousin Nick's girlfriend, who I know in real life but didn't know in the dream, came up to me and asked me what the matter was. She was a security officer of the store, and she wanted to handle the matter herself. I told her that that lady had my keys. She power walked toward her with great determination, but I could see that I'd have to catch the lady myself if I wanted my keys back. I ran outside in the night and turned left and tried to see through all the people around me. I thought I lost her, but then I saw her at a phone booth trying to blend in with the crowd. I ran up to her and tried to force her to give me my keys. She tried to take one of the keys and shove it down my throat to kill me but I blocked it and I'm pretty sure I got them back.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Night of 2011-02-19
I was at g&g's house during a party on a sunny day. Milo wanted to go to Walmart (just like I wanted to go to the Bay Arcade during parties at their house when I was young). He asked me if I wanted to go, and then Grandma and I were at the bottom of the stairs when she asked me if I wanted to go. I didn't want to go, and I felt bad. I knew that if I said yes, then we could've gone since if two people go it's worth the trouble to drive us there, even during a party. Then I was at the top of the stairs, where it was gloomy and everything looked more blue than normal. Uncle Peter was at the top of the stairs, and he caught Grandpa's attention when he was walking out of the kitchen downstairs, and they talked across the stairs in their soft voices so Milo couldn't hear them. It sounded like a no. Then Grandpa called out "Milo?", who was at the top of the stairs with me, to get his attention. His face turned grim, and in a surprisingly stern voice -- boy was this decision final -- he said, "No."
--
Milo and I were at some house. It was 6:30 in the morning and still dark outside. I was awake to run, and I asked Milo why he was awake and he was going to train for Football. I have a vague imagine in my head of a small grass field that one could see from the window. The grass was lime green, and there were trees surrounding it. That's where he was going to practice.
--
Milo and I were at some beach, running along this small cliff of sand. I was running along the edge, and Milo made some comment that made me realize that where I was running was not safe, so I moved over to the left where he was and continued running. I have an image in my head of the entrance to a pier, which I think was our destination.
--
I was at a party at some other house. Tom and Laura were there, and they were somehow my suitemates, and other suitemates were there too. About 4 people were sitting on an V-shaped couch that faced a football game on TV. I sat down on the couch and said "Whatup [name here]?" and the person siting next to me, maybe Laura, maybe someone else, looked at me with a confused look and then continued to watch the game. People were talking about this one player, how he always talks in this low voice.
This was the game: The newscaster lady was on the screen about to announce the next player up. She mentioned that he would talk in this low voice (just as people at the party were saying) and then do this dance before he played. She knew him too well, and everyone thought he was strange.
Suddenly I was the player. I was in the middle of this vast field and who was watching me and where the field was is not defined by my dream. Someone gave me 4 ping-pong paddles. By this time in the dream, the player was my suitemate Adrian Alvarez. These were Adrian's paddles, and I was supposed to do the same dance he did with the paddles. Two of the paddles were normal, and the other two were small. I was to take the small ones in my hands and bang the large ones to produce a distinct, loud sound that the audience knew well. This was considered the dance. However, I was unable to produce the sound (possibly representative of my unsoundly skills in Football, which I don't know how to play).
Now it was still my turn, but I was not on a field but by a big gaming station like one would find in an arcade. The audience was the people at the party. I was setting the game up, and was about to play. But Matt Huber came up to me and said in a quiet voice so as not to cause a scene, "Why did you log in as me?". He was a little mad. I had logged on as myself, but chose to play as Matt. It had made perfect sense to do it this way, but then I thought that of course I shouldn't be playing as him. I went behind the machine and pushed a button to reset the power so I could log in again.
--
I was in a store in an isle in the back. I saw a huge yellow sign saying that the meat below lived with 60+ acres of land, and it said other things about how they were treated nicely. It was too good to be true! But when I looked at what was being sold, it was the leftovers. I saw "overgrown" birds being sold. The ones that were grew too much before they could be slaughtered. They were actually quite small and fit nicely on the shelves, but it made sense somehow. I saw all kinds of birds whose beaks were too long or whose bodies were disproportional. I couldn't tell what exactly was wrong with them, since I didn't know what the bird was supposed to look like. I figured that someone knew how to fry them up and make them taste good but that was too much work for me.
Now it was a chocolate store. I was walking through looking for chocolate and I saw an employee trying to sell to a guy buying for his wife chocolate eggs in wrapping paper that you could put in a vase or something and give as a gift. I wanted to warn him that the chocolate in those eggs tasted bad. (It reminds me of this chocolate rose that I got for my birthday. It was in this elaborate packaging that said it was gourmet chocolate. I read the sign and died because gourmet seems like such a dumb word. A small hollow chocolate rose was on top of a plastic stem. I ate almost half the gourmet chocolate and threw the rest away it tasted so bad. So that's what these chocolate eggs tasted like. It's okay Mom, it's the thought that counts!) But I just walked past. Then I had a chocolate bar and didn't realize this until I walked up to the cash register but I had already started eating it. There was an old guy behind the cash register, and I was happy to see the machine that accepts Triton Cash (money we can spend using our student ID at UCSD). I paid with TritonCash but the old man took a while to get the buttons figured out. I felt bad for him (like I feel bad for the new people at the UCSD cafeterias who don't know where the buttons are or what the codes are).
--
Milo and I were at some house. It was 6:30 in the morning and still dark outside. I was awake to run, and I asked Milo why he was awake and he was going to train for Football. I have a vague imagine in my head of a small grass field that one could see from the window. The grass was lime green, and there were trees surrounding it. That's where he was going to practice.
--
Milo and I were at some beach, running along this small cliff of sand. I was running along the edge, and Milo made some comment that made me realize that where I was running was not safe, so I moved over to the left where he was and continued running. I have an image in my head of the entrance to a pier, which I think was our destination.
--
I was at a party at some other house. Tom and Laura were there, and they were somehow my suitemates, and other suitemates were there too. About 4 people were sitting on an V-shaped couch that faced a football game on TV. I sat down on the couch and said "Whatup [name here]?" and the person siting next to me, maybe Laura, maybe someone else, looked at me with a confused look and then continued to watch the game. People were talking about this one player, how he always talks in this low voice.
This was the game: The newscaster lady was on the screen about to announce the next player up. She mentioned that he would talk in this low voice (just as people at the party were saying) and then do this dance before he played. She knew him too well, and everyone thought he was strange.
Suddenly I was the player. I was in the middle of this vast field and who was watching me and where the field was is not defined by my dream. Someone gave me 4 ping-pong paddles. By this time in the dream, the player was my suitemate Adrian Alvarez. These were Adrian's paddles, and I was supposed to do the same dance he did with the paddles. Two of the paddles were normal, and the other two were small. I was to take the small ones in my hands and bang the large ones to produce a distinct, loud sound that the audience knew well. This was considered the dance. However, I was unable to produce the sound (possibly representative of my unsoundly skills in Football, which I don't know how to play).
Now it was still my turn, but I was not on a field but by a big gaming station like one would find in an arcade. The audience was the people at the party. I was setting the game up, and was about to play. But Matt Huber came up to me and said in a quiet voice so as not to cause a scene, "Why did you log in as me?". He was a little mad. I had logged on as myself, but chose to play as Matt. It had made perfect sense to do it this way, but then I thought that of course I shouldn't be playing as him. I went behind the machine and pushed a button to reset the power so I could log in again.
--
I was in a store in an isle in the back. I saw a huge yellow sign saying that the meat below lived with 60+ acres of land, and it said other things about how they were treated nicely. It was too good to be true! But when I looked at what was being sold, it was the leftovers. I saw "overgrown" birds being sold. The ones that were grew too much before they could be slaughtered. They were actually quite small and fit nicely on the shelves, but it made sense somehow. I saw all kinds of birds whose beaks were too long or whose bodies were disproportional. I couldn't tell what exactly was wrong with them, since I didn't know what the bird was supposed to look like. I figured that someone knew how to fry them up and make them taste good but that was too much work for me.
Now it was a chocolate store. I was walking through looking for chocolate and I saw an employee trying to sell to a guy buying for his wife chocolate eggs in wrapping paper that you could put in a vase or something and give as a gift. I wanted to warn him that the chocolate in those eggs tasted bad. (It reminds me of this chocolate rose that I got for my birthday. It was in this elaborate packaging that said it was gourmet chocolate. I read the sign and died because gourmet seems like such a dumb word. A small hollow chocolate rose was on top of a plastic stem. I ate almost half the gourmet chocolate and threw the rest away it tasted so bad. So that's what these chocolate eggs tasted like. It's okay Mom, it's the thought that counts!) But I just walked past. Then I had a chocolate bar and didn't realize this until I walked up to the cash register but I had already started eating it. There was an old guy behind the cash register, and I was happy to see the machine that accepts Triton Cash (money we can spend using our student ID at UCSD). I paid with TritonCash but the old man took a while to get the buttons figured out. I felt bad for him (like I feel bad for the new people at the UCSD cafeterias who don't know where the buttons are or what the codes are).
Thursday, February 17, 2011
night of 2011-02-16
I was at g&g's house, sitting by the fire with the blue blanket that's usually on the couch. I was not alone; others were watching the TV. I turned around and the blanket glowed red along the sides, a clear indication that a fire was underneath it. I pressed the blanket against the white bricks I was sitting on to try to suffocate the fire.
Then it turned in to a story. G&g's house was on an island, but by now I made it to the main land, and the narrator told me that nobody on the island (besides me) survived the disaster. When this was told to me, it was dark and I was surrounded by a few bushes, and the city wasn't far away. I could almost see the island from where I was.
--
I remember roaming through a big city during the daytime. Don't know what that was about.
--
I was in a good-sized two-story house. I was walking along a bridge outside that connected two rooms upstairs. I looked down and saw Steven Buell and Arthur Vigil (who in real life have nothing in common and don't know each other) standing in a driveway. I had told them to leave my house, but they were still at my house, talking about video games. So I told them that they really need to leave.
--
The order of my dreams is rarely clear, but this next dream occurred in the same house on the same day. I was in a dining room upstairs with a whole wall made out of French doors to the walkway/bridge outside. Someone handsome, tall and thin and dressed fancily in black came in, and I knew it was time to fight.
{ Here I need to explain why I knew it was time to fight. There was a dream before this that resembled a story I read in my humanities class. My reading comprehension is low, so this is all I remember: A man raped a woman, and as soon as he finished he suddenly loathed the woman, and the woman wanted to marry the man because it would be shameful not to. So in the dream, I had sex with this ugly guy I know in real life but whom I will not name here. Neither of us were being raped. Immediately afterward, we hated each other and tried to kill each other. }
Two boomerangs came flying at me. Now I was a character in a movie and it felt like I was watching myself in the movie. I dodged the two boomerangs - no problem. Upon closer examination of the enemy's weapon I noticed he had about three black sticks that were all easily broken in the middle, but the halves of the sticks were connected by white strings. We were both holding on to the sticks in this strange way, and the narrator explained, "once [the enemy] realized [my character] was losing strength..." I just wanted to quote the narrator, even though I have nothing to quote. Anyway, the enemy had a trick - he would put himself in this position with the enemy and wait for the enemy's hands to get tired so that he couldn't use the sticks. Then he pulled the sticks away and attacked. There must have been a pretty good fight scene here but I don't remember it well. In the end, though, someone got a stick and shoved it down the other's throat. I must have been the victor, because I remember seeing the stick going down a throat. I don't recall seeing my character from an outside perspective; I think I saw the whole dream through the eyes of my character. And plus, my dreams continued, so I couldn't've died.
The following occurred immediately after, and in the same room of the same house: Harry Potter was standing in front of me, except he was this pudgy short guy with freckles and no glasses. Aside from his green eyes I have no further evidence that it was Harry Potter, but you'll have to trust me. He asked me who I was with this inquisitive look, and I told him that I was him so that he wouldn't hurt me. Then he was delighted and exclaimed "so...you're me!" and hugged me.
I was with Jacqueline and she was showing me something wrong with the old computer she was using while we were at this house. (I'm pretty sure it's the same house, but we were downstairs this time. It felt like we were at the rental house in the Caribbean.)
Jacqueline and I were in our own home in the green room. I was sitting on the piano bench looking at an Ethernet cable. Part of it was bent, and when I tried to fix it it just broke. I got frustrated with Jacqueline for mistreating the cable, but she just got frustrated back.
Then it turned in to a story. G&g's house was on an island, but by now I made it to the main land, and the narrator told me that nobody on the island (besides me) survived the disaster. When this was told to me, it was dark and I was surrounded by a few bushes, and the city wasn't far away. I could almost see the island from where I was.
--
I remember roaming through a big city during the daytime. Don't know what that was about.
--
I was in a good-sized two-story house. I was walking along a bridge outside that connected two rooms upstairs. I looked down and saw Steven Buell and Arthur Vigil (who in real life have nothing in common and don't know each other) standing in a driveway. I had told them to leave my house, but they were still at my house, talking about video games. So I told them that they really need to leave.
--
The order of my dreams is rarely clear, but this next dream occurred in the same house on the same day. I was in a dining room upstairs with a whole wall made out of French doors to the walkway/bridge outside. Someone handsome, tall and thin and dressed fancily in black came in, and I knew it was time to fight.
{ Here I need to explain why I knew it was time to fight. There was a dream before this that resembled a story I read in my humanities class. My reading comprehension is low, so this is all I remember: A man raped a woman, and as soon as he finished he suddenly loathed the woman, and the woman wanted to marry the man because it would be shameful not to. So in the dream, I had sex with this ugly guy I know in real life but whom I will not name here. Neither of us were being raped. Immediately afterward, we hated each other and tried to kill each other. }
Two boomerangs came flying at me. Now I was a character in a movie and it felt like I was watching myself in the movie. I dodged the two boomerangs - no problem. Upon closer examination of the enemy's weapon I noticed he had about three black sticks that were all easily broken in the middle, but the halves of the sticks were connected by white strings. We were both holding on to the sticks in this strange way, and the narrator explained, "once [the enemy] realized [my character] was losing strength..." I just wanted to quote the narrator, even though I have nothing to quote. Anyway, the enemy had a trick - he would put himself in this position with the enemy and wait for the enemy's hands to get tired so that he couldn't use the sticks. Then he pulled the sticks away and attacked. There must have been a pretty good fight scene here but I don't remember it well. In the end, though, someone got a stick and shoved it down the other's throat. I must have been the victor, because I remember seeing the stick going down a throat. I don't recall seeing my character from an outside perspective; I think I saw the whole dream through the eyes of my character. And plus, my dreams continued, so I couldn't've died.
The following occurred immediately after, and in the same room of the same house: Harry Potter was standing in front of me, except he was this pudgy short guy with freckles and no glasses. Aside from his green eyes I have no further evidence that it was Harry Potter, but you'll have to trust me. He asked me who I was with this inquisitive look, and I told him that I was him so that he wouldn't hurt me. Then he was delighted and exclaimed "so...you're me!" and hugged me.
I was with Jacqueline and she was showing me something wrong with the old computer she was using while we were at this house. (I'm pretty sure it's the same house, but we were downstairs this time. It felt like we were at the rental house in the Caribbean.)
Jacqueline and I were in our own home in the green room. I was sitting on the piano bench looking at an Ethernet cable. Part of it was bent, and when I tried to fix it it just broke. I got frustrated with Jacqueline for mistreating the cable, but she just got frustrated back.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
night of 2011-02-15
A Revelle orientation leader or some other kind of leader was in charge of a group I was in. I don't remember much about it. Suddenly we were all sitting down and he was talking to us in a serious voice. I woke up from the dream hearing the same serious voice. The cause of my waking was not from the voice of anyone who I am allowed to talk about in my blog.
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I went to get my fan that I left in the Geisel library, but in the dream it was just a small room. I had locked it up with a remote control lock, one that I had in real life whose battery died years ago. In the dream the lock worked, and I was happy to see it work. I left, and on my way out a couple people thanked me for letting them use it. I saw someone that I always saw there and said hey on my way out and was surprised to see his reaction, which was a delightful "hey" back which made me think I should probably get to know him. (He doesn't exist in real life.)
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I was getting ready to go para-sailing. It was on campus, or at least only people from UCSD were there. I was sitting in a large car tire with three other girls, and the tire was floating in a small man-made lake. There was a parachute connected to the tire that was floating in the air. We were ready to take off, but then I remembered that it cost $100, so I'd probably only be doing this once. I decided I would wait so I could do it with /my/ friends instead of these loser girls. As I got out, the girls called to the next girl in line, who was their friend. I had not realized I was taking her place. (Why did they let me? I don't know.) At first, I felt slightly jealous, since there was somebody better than me to take my place, and all four girls were friends. But then, as I was walking away along the side of the lake, as the tire started to move, I heard the 4th girl telling all her friends to look at her new tatoo. I was immediately no longer jealous. (It's like in real life, when I'm all excited that I'm meeting someone new, but then I smell them and know they're a smoker. Bye!)
So I walked away and was catching up to Carrie McFarland and some of her friends. There was some facility related to the parasailing nearby, and from it leaked a large stream of filthiness across the sidewalk. Carrie mentioned how they didn't filter something out--I don't know what, but there was something they didn't do that they definitely should've. Then in her ever so sweet Carrie voice she asked, "Isn't that gross?"
Edit 2011-02-17: I forgot to mention a scene. I was at this school place, walking along a path with a tall building on our side casting shade on us. In front of me were some lady and Steve, who in real life is my Dad's cousin who has made it out of jail and turned his life around, by starting his education. I blurted out something, probably jokingly, and out with a roll of duct tape comes Steve, trying to tape my mouth closed. I dodged the maneuver, and the lady told him that what he did was low. A moment later I said something obnoxious again, and this time he did something else (I don't remember). I must explain that he was not being mean, and I was not being abused; I was egging him on, and Steve was being friendly. We came into a room with a big dinner table, and as he was pouring wine (or water?) into a glass, he said in his jolly voice "but the duct tape though - that was awesome." I was happy to hear him say it because it showed that he had an appreciation for the same kind of humor I had. It doesn't make sense, because there's nothing very funny about duct tape, but in the dream it did. Using duct tape to shut someone up...on second thought that is kind of funny. That guy Steve - he's pretty cool.
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I went to get my fan that I left in the Geisel library, but in the dream it was just a small room. I had locked it up with a remote control lock, one that I had in real life whose battery died years ago. In the dream the lock worked, and I was happy to see it work. I left, and on my way out a couple people thanked me for letting them use it. I saw someone that I always saw there and said hey on my way out and was surprised to see his reaction, which was a delightful "hey" back which made me think I should probably get to know him. (He doesn't exist in real life.)
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I was getting ready to go para-sailing. It was on campus, or at least only people from UCSD were there. I was sitting in a large car tire with three other girls, and the tire was floating in a small man-made lake. There was a parachute connected to the tire that was floating in the air. We were ready to take off, but then I remembered that it cost $100, so I'd probably only be doing this once. I decided I would wait so I could do it with /my/ friends instead of these loser girls. As I got out, the girls called to the next girl in line, who was their friend. I had not realized I was taking her place. (Why did they let me? I don't know.) At first, I felt slightly jealous, since there was somebody better than me to take my place, and all four girls were friends. But then, as I was walking away along the side of the lake, as the tire started to move, I heard the 4th girl telling all her friends to look at her new tatoo. I was immediately no longer jealous. (It's like in real life, when I'm all excited that I'm meeting someone new, but then I smell them and know they're a smoker. Bye!)
So I walked away and was catching up to Carrie McFarland and some of her friends. There was some facility related to the parasailing nearby, and from it leaked a large stream of filthiness across the sidewalk. Carrie mentioned how they didn't filter something out--I don't know what, but there was something they didn't do that they definitely should've. Then in her ever so sweet Carrie voice she asked, "Isn't that gross?"
Edit 2011-02-17: I forgot to mention a scene. I was at this school place, walking along a path with a tall building on our side casting shade on us. In front of me were some lady and Steve, who in real life is my Dad's cousin who has made it out of jail and turned his life around, by starting his education. I blurted out something, probably jokingly, and out with a roll of duct tape comes Steve, trying to tape my mouth closed. I dodged the maneuver, and the lady told him that what he did was low. A moment later I said something obnoxious again, and this time he did something else (I don't remember). I must explain that he was not being mean, and I was not being abused; I was egging him on, and Steve was being friendly. We came into a room with a big dinner table, and as he was pouring wine (or water?) into a glass, he said in his jolly voice "but the duct tape though - that was awesome." I was happy to hear him say it because it showed that he had an appreciation for the same kind of humor I had. It doesn't make sense, because there's nothing very funny about duct tape, but in the dream it did. Using duct tape to shut someone up...on second thought that is kind of funny. That guy Steve - he's pretty cool.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Nights of 2011-02-14 and ?
It was late in the evening, I was in the living room of my grandparents' beach house enjoying a get-together with Daneka Stryker and some others - probably just the adults. All was well, when suddenly Daneka's head jerked toward the window. "Rain!" Oh, cool. I like rain. But I could tell she was horrified. She ran outside and ran as fast as she could toward the water. I chased after her, but she ran for her dear life into the stormy ocean.
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I was in the front yard of a large, beautiful house. There was a waterfall and grass, and it was on top of a hill. I went in the front door, and I was nervous. There was a huge spiral-shaped staircase that went up to the second floor. I was ascending the stairs and was going to see the owner on the second floor, where it was dark. My memory is of this dream is obscure. But one thing I'm sure of is that the house belonged to Daneka's father.
Below is a dream from a couple nights ago. I don't know the date.
I was at the O'Dells' house. There was a room that isn't in their house in real life, and in it was a new piece of furniture. It was square, big and brown, and it was probably cushy like a couch. In the middle of it was a circular opening. Dena wanted me to help her stuff Derek into the opening as a practical joke. I wasn't too excited about the idea and was sad to let her down, but I just didn't want to.
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I was in the front yard of a large, beautiful house. There was a waterfall and grass, and it was on top of a hill. I went in the front door, and I was nervous. There was a huge spiral-shaped staircase that went up to the second floor. I was ascending the stairs and was going to see the owner on the second floor, where it was dark. My memory is of this dream is obscure. But one thing I'm sure of is that the house belonged to Daneka's father.
Below is a dream from a couple nights ago. I don't know the date.
I was at the O'Dells' house. There was a room that isn't in their house in real life, and in it was a new piece of furniture. It was square, big and brown, and it was probably cushy like a couch. In the middle of it was a circular opening. Dena wanted me to help her stuff Derek into the opening as a practical joke. I wasn't too excited about the idea and was sad to let her down, but I just didn't want to.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Night of 2011-02-08 to 09
Night of 2011-02-09 (or 8):
I was on a wide, white bus that had multiple layers. It was big. Maybe it was a train. I was looking at a map of the bus, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do, but I couldn't. On the bus, I found an open locker of this high school girl in a classroom on the--it must be a train. I saw a handout from one of her classes that told her how to use the train and I thought it was helpful. The class that it was for had just left, and I teacher gave the directions but I was supposed to be able to figure it out on my own. Oh well.
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I was running home from the beach and I saw Andrei, Zack's and my friend. He asked what I was up to, and I told him and he was impressed how far I was running. When I asked him if he wanted to run with me the rest of the way, it turned out he was genuinely too busy to. I may have been stuck, perhaps because I had sand in my shoes. If so, this may be why I had to take the bus/train above. (In real life I took a UCSD shuttle when I hurt my ankle. Related?)
Night of 2011-02-10:
We were on a family vacation at Mammoth, and I was spending the day with my family once again after a long time of being at college. Jacqueline in this dream was younger than she is now. We were at the bottom of this hill, and Jacqueline went in to some little store and got stuck talking to the cashier. My parents were outside and I think they were frustrated. I called out to Jacqueline, "Jacqueline, you need to come over here right now!" in a low parental-sounding voice, thereby saving her from the conversation with the cashier. Then we were on our way.
At the top of the hill it was time for the surprise! A brown bunny that we once had that died long ago--Mom brought it up for me so I could see it once again! I went up to it's face and its nose vibrated and I rejoiced in my heart. She brought some other animals too, perhaps our cats (from real life), but I didn't care about them. Thanks Mom! This meant more to me than the care package you gave me on your last visit. But one question - did you take the bunny away from me all this time so that you could surprise it with me on that day? I had a feeling that you did.
Nap on 2011-02-11:
I kept looking at my watch and it was 11AM. I was talking about it with Vincent Nguyen and Jordan Marvasti while they were eating, saying I really hoped that it was that time. They said that it wasn't. In Jordan's weather class (which he has in real life) the teacher talked about a security breach that got a hold of all the clocks, keeping them back. I figured it was actually about 16:00 from the look of the sun.
I know that there is so much more to these dreams. I'll never remember it though. Every fact about my dreams that I forgot because I waited too long to write it down, or because I didn't recall it in time, is lost. Lost like the excerpts of Xenophanes' poetry that was never found and was never quoted by someone else. Yeah, like that.
I was on a wide, white bus that had multiple layers. It was big. Maybe it was a train. I was looking at a map of the bus, trying to figure out what I was supposed to do, but I couldn't. On the bus, I found an open locker of this high school girl in a classroom on the--it must be a train. I saw a handout from one of her classes that told her how to use the train and I thought it was helpful. The class that it was for had just left, and I teacher gave the directions but I was supposed to be able to figure it out on my own. Oh well.
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I was running home from the beach and I saw Andrei, Zack's and my friend. He asked what I was up to, and I told him and he was impressed how far I was running. When I asked him if he wanted to run with me the rest of the way, it turned out he was genuinely too busy to. I may have been stuck, perhaps because I had sand in my shoes. If so, this may be why I had to take the bus/train above. (In real life I took a UCSD shuttle when I hurt my ankle. Related?)
Night of 2011-02-10:
We were on a family vacation at Mammoth, and I was spending the day with my family once again after a long time of being at college. Jacqueline in this dream was younger than she is now. We were at the bottom of this hill, and Jacqueline went in to some little store and got stuck talking to the cashier. My parents were outside and I think they were frustrated. I called out to Jacqueline, "Jacqueline, you need to come over here right now!" in a low parental-sounding voice, thereby saving her from the conversation with the cashier. Then we were on our way.
At the top of the hill it was time for the surprise! A brown bunny that we once had that died long ago--Mom brought it up for me so I could see it once again! I went up to it's face and its nose vibrated and I rejoiced in my heart. She brought some other animals too, perhaps our cats (from real life), but I didn't care about them. Thanks Mom! This meant more to me than the care package you gave me on your last visit. But one question - did you take the bunny away from me all this time so that you could surprise it with me on that day? I had a feeling that you did.
Nap on 2011-02-11:
I kept looking at my watch and it was 11AM. I was talking about it with Vincent Nguyen and Jordan Marvasti while they were eating, saying I really hoped that it was that time. They said that it wasn't. In Jordan's weather class (which he has in real life) the teacher talked about a security breach that got a hold of all the clocks, keeping them back. I figured it was actually about 16:00 from the look of the sun.
I know that there is so much more to these dreams. I'll never remember it though. Every fact about my dreams that I forgot because I waited too long to write it down, or because I didn't recall it in time, is lost. Lost like the excerpts of Xenophanes' poetry that was never found and was never quoted by someone else. Yeah, like that.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
nights of 2011-02-04 and 05
Night of 04
Recalling this on the 5th so my memory is sketchy.
I was shopping at a convenience store. I wasn't alone at first but then I was. I was looking at food and candy and nothing looked good. Then I saw a bunch of locks and had something to be excited about. (Funny, I wanted to bring a lock to school in real life so I could lock this bike cable to the handrail so I could prop the door open with it.) A worker came up to me and asked me if I needed any help. He must've been keeping a close eye on the locks, since they are valuables (more expensive than the food or something). I said I was just looking around and left.
I went outside and my mom was driving up to the front of the store to get me. She slowed way down and I almost got in, but she never stopped, clearly because there was another car behind her that couldn't wait for more than 0 seconds for me to get in. So she kept going, even though I signaled for her to stop. She went to the end of the street and I had to walk all the way over, and it was a big deal because I wasn't wearing any pants. Luckily my shirt was a little long, but still it would've been nice if this unnecessary situation didn't occur.
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The setting was something like Chucky Cheese. Zack Lee was running from me and I tried to catch up but I felt like I was in a maze. He got away. Maybe this is why I was not alone at first but then I was alone in the dream I wrote about previously, which actually occurred after. I can never remember the order of my dreams. But then again, when I try to recall this dream, I also feel like Dani O'Dell dropped off Dena O'Dell, me and Jacqueline, and Dena and Jacqueline got their candy and left before I could find anything I wanted.
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I realized Steven's computer was working again, which it wasn't before. I was thrilled, because there was something I wanted to use it for. I asked Steven what he did, but he didn't know how it got fixed. Then, Kevin Quinn, former Foothill High student and genius tech guy who once worked for TUSD now taking classes at UCLA, I believe, told me that he broke in to Steven Buell's room and fixed his computer. He did it all without anyone knowing.
Night of 05
At my house, Chris Farris (my dad's friend), my dad and others were there. They asked me what they should have for dinner. I suggested this specific pizza place and to my surprise, Chris thought it was a great idea. I felt like a man. (I don't know him too well but I think Chris has a way of making people feel that way.)
I asked my dad what kind of pizza he ordered. He gave a sigh and said to call them to change it, even though it was almost time for it to be delivered. He forgot I was a vegetarian and had ordered all pepperoni.
On the way to a party, my mom and dad and I were in the car and my mom gave me the phone to contact the pizza place, but for some reason my goal was changed to calling the host of the party. I saw two possible contacts in my mom's phone and I didn't know which to dial. Then as we drove by the house where the party was, people were lined up for taking a picture and one of my parents pointed to her.
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It was dark and I was biking around, looking for a bathroom or a place to study at my college, which was laid out differently than it is in real life. I came to a bathroom that a janitor just walked out of and locked up for the night. I tried to say in Spanish "bad timing". I said "tiempo mal", which I think means something else.
I was walking through Geisel library, and I walked past this big circular desk. The place was empty except for the lady behind the desk, who upon seeing me radioed to security saying that they forgot to lock one of the doors.
I went to the nearest elevator and hit the down button to leave. I looked up and an elevator was just closing. Someone behind me said there was a black person in the elevator. (Maybe this means I'm racist!....) Well I grabbed the doors and in a heroic breath I pulled them open. My backpack got caught and I was holding on to it by just a strap. Then the elevator started to rise, and I pulled the doors open during the ascent and got my whole backpack in before it could get caught and ripped.
I was running with Strides in the evening and I was in the back trying to keep up. President Michael Sharifi, Officer Matt Huber, Tyler, some strangers, and then this guy who in real life isn't actually on Strides but in my computer science class - Nadav Shiffman - who was running in jeans and sandals and was running with his small dog. President Sharifi was talking about two ways to say "afternoon", which were kind of like how the Odyssey says "when young Dawn shown her rose-red fingers once more" to refer to the the next morning. Matt Huber came to the back to encourage me to run faster. I explained to him that I didn't understand how I could be slower than all these people, since I trained so much harder. What was Nadav doing in front of me? He never trains!
Then it was dark, and we got to a curving hill. Nadav was on his cell phone. Suddenly Nadav was Dorian Herle - foreign exchange student from Germany. It was like 2 in the morning and he was calling his host parents to see if they would come pick him up. I asked him when he was going back to Germany and he said "everyone always asks me that" and then didn't answer." But in the dream it didn't mean that everyone wanted him to leave, I just felt like he should've told me since I was a better friend of his than the numerous other people that asked him, but I understood his frustration since he really must've been asked so many times. (The reason I have a blog is so I never have to say the same thing twice.) His ride showed up and the whole team (Foothill team? I don't know.) was crowding around him and the car, since he was going back to Germany right away, suddenly. Everyone wanted to give him a hug, but he only had time for one hug. I got it, but somewhere in between the sudden appearance of the car and the hug, Dorian was replaced in the dream by this other guy.
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I was at Milo's house (not the same as in real life). Milo had been writing a blog, and all my family and his family were talking about it.
Recalling this on the 5th so my memory is sketchy.
I was shopping at a convenience store. I wasn't alone at first but then I was. I was looking at food and candy and nothing looked good. Then I saw a bunch of locks and had something to be excited about. (Funny, I wanted to bring a lock to school in real life so I could lock this bike cable to the handrail so I could prop the door open with it.) A worker came up to me and asked me if I needed any help. He must've been keeping a close eye on the locks, since they are valuables (more expensive than the food or something). I said I was just looking around and left.
I went outside and my mom was driving up to the front of the store to get me. She slowed way down and I almost got in, but she never stopped, clearly because there was another car behind her that couldn't wait for more than 0 seconds for me to get in. So she kept going, even though I signaled for her to stop. She went to the end of the street and I had to walk all the way over, and it was a big deal because I wasn't wearing any pants. Luckily my shirt was a little long, but still it would've been nice if this unnecessary situation didn't occur.
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The setting was something like Chucky Cheese. Zack Lee was running from me and I tried to catch up but I felt like I was in a maze. He got away. Maybe this is why I was not alone at first but then I was alone in the dream I wrote about previously, which actually occurred after. I can never remember the order of my dreams. But then again, when I try to recall this dream, I also feel like Dani O'Dell dropped off Dena O'Dell, me and Jacqueline, and Dena and Jacqueline got their candy and left before I could find anything I wanted.
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I realized Steven's computer was working again, which it wasn't before. I was thrilled, because there was something I wanted to use it for. I asked Steven what he did, but he didn't know how it got fixed. Then, Kevin Quinn, former Foothill High student and genius tech guy who once worked for TUSD now taking classes at UCLA, I believe, told me that he broke in to Steven Buell's room and fixed his computer. He did it all without anyone knowing.
Night of 05
At my house, Chris Farris (my dad's friend), my dad and others were there. They asked me what they should have for dinner. I suggested this specific pizza place and to my surprise, Chris thought it was a great idea. I felt like a man. (I don't know him too well but I think Chris has a way of making people feel that way.)
I asked my dad what kind of pizza he ordered. He gave a sigh and said to call them to change it, even though it was almost time for it to be delivered. He forgot I was a vegetarian and had ordered all pepperoni.
On the way to a party, my mom and dad and I were in the car and my mom gave me the phone to contact the pizza place, but for some reason my goal was changed to calling the host of the party. I saw two possible contacts in my mom's phone and I didn't know which to dial. Then as we drove by the house where the party was, people were lined up for taking a picture and one of my parents pointed to her.
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It was dark and I was biking around, looking for a bathroom or a place to study at my college, which was laid out differently than it is in real life. I came to a bathroom that a janitor just walked out of and locked up for the night. I tried to say in Spanish "bad timing". I said "tiempo mal", which I think means something else.
I was walking through Geisel library, and I walked past this big circular desk. The place was empty except for the lady behind the desk, who upon seeing me radioed to security saying that they forgot to lock one of the doors.
I went to the nearest elevator and hit the down button to leave. I looked up and an elevator was just closing. Someone behind me said there was a black person in the elevator. (Maybe this means I'm racist!....) Well I grabbed the doors and in a heroic breath I pulled them open. My backpack got caught and I was holding on to it by just a strap. Then the elevator started to rise, and I pulled the doors open during the ascent and got my whole backpack in before it could get caught and ripped.
I was running with Strides in the evening and I was in the back trying to keep up. President Michael Sharifi, Officer Matt Huber, Tyler, some strangers, and then this guy who in real life isn't actually on Strides but in my computer science class - Nadav Shiffman - who was running in jeans and sandals and was running with his small dog. President Sharifi was talking about two ways to say "afternoon", which were kind of like how the Odyssey says "when young Dawn shown her rose-red fingers once more" to refer to the the next morning. Matt Huber came to the back to encourage me to run faster. I explained to him that I didn't understand how I could be slower than all these people, since I trained so much harder. What was Nadav doing in front of me? He never trains!
Then it was dark, and we got to a curving hill. Nadav was on his cell phone. Suddenly Nadav was Dorian Herle - foreign exchange student from Germany. It was like 2 in the morning and he was calling his host parents to see if they would come pick him up. I asked him when he was going back to Germany and he said "everyone always asks me that" and then didn't answer." But in the dream it didn't mean that everyone wanted him to leave, I just felt like he should've told me since I was a better friend of his than the numerous other people that asked him, but I understood his frustration since he really must've been asked so many times. (The reason I have a blog is so I never have to say the same thing twice.) His ride showed up and the whole team (Foothill team? I don't know.) was crowding around him and the car, since he was going back to Germany right away, suddenly. Everyone wanted to give him a hug, but he only had time for one hug. I got it, but somewhere in between the sudden appearance of the car and the hug, Dorian was replaced in the dream by this other guy.
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I was at Milo's house (not the same as in real life). Milo had been writing a blog, and all my family and his family were talking about it.
Friday, February 4, 2011
night of 2011-02-03
I was looking at a packet I got back from my humanities class. There was an orange paper that I glimpsed at and almost put aside until I saw my name on it and realized it was the teacher assistant's comments on the last essay I turned it, all typed out. I must have read it, or something, but then I put it aside anyway and looked at this other worksheet. In the middle there it said "Me" in a circle, and out from it branched five other circles. The circle on the left said "God", and two circles on top had the names of two categories of life. The two circles on the bottom were blank, and in them I was supposed to write something something like the number of interactions of God that I encountered that day.
I was in my room at home. My desk was in front of the window and my bed was in the on the southwest corner by the window but up against the other wall. I was lying on my bed at night, and the streetlight from outside was the only light. The presence of God or some spirit was in the air...in an eerie way. I knew that this would be horribly rude to God but I took a long, cylindrically-shaped pillow and stabbed the ceiling with it, trying to provoke some type of sign from above. Perhaps something I could fill out on the blank humanities worksheet, but this was insignificant. I knew that nothing would happen no matter how much I antagonized God with my pillow, but it still felt very strange and I felt like I was in danger. There was some other twist to the dream that I can't remember, but it only made me feel more vulnerable to God's hand. Suddenly, the lights outside became much brighter and whiter. I looked out my window, and a high school basketball team was playing right outside across the street in Mimi's front yard. Since my bed was high up, all one them had to do was turn around and I'd be seen in my underwear. So I jumped off my bed. This was surely God's response.
I was in my room at home. My desk was in front of the window and my bed was in the on the southwest corner by the window but up against the other wall. I was lying on my bed at night, and the streetlight from outside was the only light. The presence of God or some spirit was in the air...in an eerie way. I knew that this would be horribly rude to God but I took a long, cylindrically-shaped pillow and stabbed the ceiling with it, trying to provoke some type of sign from above. Perhaps something I could fill out on the blank humanities worksheet, but this was insignificant. I knew that nothing would happen no matter how much I antagonized God with my pillow, but it still felt very strange and I felt like I was in danger. There was some other twist to the dream that I can't remember, but it only made me feel more vulnerable to God's hand. Suddenly, the lights outside became much brighter and whiter. I looked out my window, and a high school basketball team was playing right outside across the street in Mimi's front yard. Since my bed was high up, all one them had to do was turn around and I'd be seen in my underwear. So I jumped off my bed. This was surely God's response.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
night of 2011-01-27
Every time I write "night of ..." in the title box, I see all the dates of all the nights I remember my dreams for, except the 27th which I omitted because I didn't think I had any clear or coherent dreams to write about, but it would bother me every time I saw the missing date if I didn't take care of this now. My dreams from the night of January 27th, being written on February 2nd.
Vaguest dream: Something about Ol' Uncle Nick drinking, and it caused a ship to crash. I have a vague image of being on the rocks at Newport Beach and seeing a big brown ship. If there was a sailor in the dream, he had problems. I may have been anxious to leave.
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2nd vaguest dream: I was shopping with Grandpa, taking something out of a black bucket from a shelf that had two rows of buckets. Inside were art supplies. It was like when we went to Sterling Art, but the Sterling Art that we used to go to is now closed. There was a twist in how I felt during the dream; maybe I was with another friend, or we were actually shopping for school. Also, the store sold more than just art supplies, so it wasn't the same as Sterling Art. (I think Grandpa told me about a store that he goes to instead that is like Sterling art but not as good since they sell other things too.)
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I was at g&g's house and was talking to this guy underneath the school table. I was about to say that he looked different. Mid-sentence I changed my mind, thinking that I might offend him. Instead I said, "you look different than your brothers." Then he said "no, no", then looked around, and whispered, nodding his head up and down, "I look better than my brothers."
Vaguest dream: Something about Ol' Uncle Nick drinking, and it caused a ship to crash. I have a vague image of being on the rocks at Newport Beach and seeing a big brown ship. If there was a sailor in the dream, he had problems. I may have been anxious to leave.
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2nd vaguest dream: I was shopping with Grandpa, taking something out of a black bucket from a shelf that had two rows of buckets. Inside were art supplies. It was like when we went to Sterling Art, but the Sterling Art that we used to go to is now closed. There was a twist in how I felt during the dream; maybe I was with another friend, or we were actually shopping for school. Also, the store sold more than just art supplies, so it wasn't the same as Sterling Art. (I think Grandpa told me about a store that he goes to instead that is like Sterling art but not as good since they sell other things too.)
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I was at g&g's house and was talking to this guy underneath the school table. I was about to say that he looked different. Mid-sentence I changed my mind, thinking that I might offend him. Instead I said, "you look different than your brothers." Then he said "no, no", then looked around, and whispered, nodding his head up and down, "I look better than my brothers."
night of 2011-02-01
Lorraine Bader was driving me home her house, and I was sitting in the passenger seat. She knew a shortcut and made a turn onto this narrow sidewalk, just wide enough for her car to fit. There was no actual street; houses and yards were on either side of the car. I was worried a kid would jump out and get run over, but luckily she was only going 3 or 4 mi/hr. Just when my teenage self thought it knew everything, an adult pulls a stunt like this that I never thought of.
Now the car was part of a documentary film, or maybe it was a textbook. I was watching the car from above, and as it came out from the alley and immediately onto a freeway, it crashed into a small cement truck and spun. A narrator was commenting on the scene. Then, the car was hit again by a larger truck, and it went flying, spinning as it flew, and landed up against the side of a cliff. The narrator said mentioned a statistic about the crash, and said something like this: "... making the chances of survival [for the man in the car] equal to those of the mule." In my dream, it was a suave analogy, despite there being no prior mentioning of a mule. But the dealio was this: a man with a knife was armed with a knife with which to kill a mule, and there is a high probability that he will survive and kill the mule. I was pleasantly surprised to hear the narrator say this, since I thought there wasn't any chance at all that the man in the car would live, considering how far I saw his car fly.
Now the car was part of a documentary film, or maybe it was a textbook. I was watching the car from above, and as it came out from the alley and immediately onto a freeway, it crashed into a small cement truck and spun. A narrator was commenting on the scene. Then, the car was hit again by a larger truck, and it went flying, spinning as it flew, and landed up against the side of a cliff. The narrator said mentioned a statistic about the crash, and said something like this: "... making the chances of survival [for the man in the car] equal to those of the mule." In my dream, it was a suave analogy, despite there being no prior mentioning of a mule. But the dealio was this: a man with a knife was armed with a knife with which to kill a mule, and there is a high probability that he will survive and kill the mule. I was pleasantly surprised to hear the narrator say this, since I thought there wasn't any chance at all that the man in the car would live, considering how far I saw his car fly.
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