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.
"mal tiempo" means bad weather in spanish
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