The setting was Revelle college. I remember no events in this dream, but only a few details and how I felt. Something new and strange was suddenly true. It was something that defied the laws of the universe. Something such as 'anything is possible' was the case, and it was affecting my everyday life. It's tempting to think that this would be a good thing but it was far from anything good. Life was unpredictable and thus miserable. One feeling I remember having was one of annoyance. It was what one might feel if some smartass that you knew was dumber than you and who annoyed you caught you making a simple mistake and then got in your face for making it. I wasn't used to the new system of the universe, and when I made a mistake because of it, someone had to explain it to me, and it annoyed me dearly. When I woke up I was still annoyed and when I recalled this dream I rejoiced in my heart and let out a noble sigh of relief.
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I, my dad, his friend Ron and my high school cross country coach Coach Cushing-Murray were at my house, just hanging out, perhaps jacuzzying. The first image I remember is of my dad and his friends (in the dream Coach Cush was my dad's friend just like Ron) walking up to our next door neighbor's house. They were gone for a while, and I knew they were there to discuss something secret that Coach wanted to share with them. Later, I heard my dad and Ron returning to my house and as they were walking up to the door. I heard my dad say that he thought he would actually be able to do a pretty good job of keeping it a secret. When he walked in the front door I asked "but you can tell me what the secret is, right?" He apologetically said no. It was the strangest feeling! My dad has a secret and he won't tell me what it is. I felt very strange indeed. Later, when I was in my parents' room, I somehow learned what the secret was. I have a feeling Jacqueline was there, so maybe she told me. The three of them were conspiring to make an iPhone app that tuned guitars. Obviously I couldn't care less at that point, even if it would make them rich. I said that I didn't have a guitar anyway.
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