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."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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).
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