I was in a beautiful modern building and there was a large circular desk in front of me. I saw that UCSD dean of academic advising behind it - Mirasol Española. She looked beautiful and authoritative, as always. She was in charge of whatever there was to be in charge of. To get to my destination I had to go around the desk and pass this sensor that would make sure I was a UCSD student, and then I could ascend the spiral staircase. I had to think for a second how the sensor knew I was a UCSD student, and then I remembered that I had a plate implanted in my back that UCSD put there, presumably when I was born. I felt special to be a UCSD student then (just like I did in real life when I went to blow my nose in the gym bathroom and saw a sign that said these facilities are reserved for UCSD students and gym cardholders).
Upstairs I walked past a bunch of grayish/light brown chairs. They were plastic but thick and permanent. There were lights built into the arms of the chairs. When it was real life, the lights were green. When I was in a dream, the lights were yellow. The lights were flashing yellow, and I knew I was in a dream. (Usually when I realize I'm dreaming, I wake up; but I didn't this time.) I knew I must have been in a deep sleep since I wasn't going to wake up.
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I was with my mom and my dad and perhaps Little Miss Grandma Betsy. We were walking through the double doors to get into Vons. Everyone had their Vons card except me. The doors beeped as they went through, and I thought I might get a siren when I went through without my card but to my surprise nothing happened. I was tolerating being at Vons, but then I saw an employee with a big shallow plastic rectangular tub full of buzzy things. These buzzy things are what they use at restaurants to let people know that their table is ready, like at BJ's Restaurant. They must have been upgrading their system, because they guy was giving them out for free. He gave one to a little 3 or 4 year old girl. I wanted all of them, and I made this clear to him. He said they weren't actually free but 8 cents each. He also explained that they don't really work when I asked if there was a way for me to remotely set them off. I realized I didn't actually want all of them, so I got a quarter out of my pocket and got 2 of them.
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I was at Jonathan Huang's house. (He's a genius, and he's also a super star tennis player, but I haven't seen or talked to him in years. No explaining how he came into my dream. Also, in this dream, Curtis Waki's older brother is now Jonathan's brother. Haven't talked to Curtis in a few years either.) The one thing I remember Jonathan saying was that I changed a lot since I last saw him. I was happy to hear him say it. Then Jonathan's brother said something that cut our conversation a little short, and then I was feeling my new genuine self when I was talking to him. Then perhaps we were playing video games, and a day might have passed, but regardless it was night then. He had a dark skinned friend over that was playing games with him. He left to go to his house and I followed him and realized he was playing a different gaming system than I wanted to play on. Then I was at Jonathan's house again, perhaps on another day, perhaps not. There were at most 2 days. I met Jonathan's dad briefly. (His dad reminded me of Shimmy Do's dad from real life.) The dad had done the laundry that I left there on the previous visit, and I was grateful. I had to leave and had a lot to carry with just my hands.
The adventure back was as simple as getting down Arroyo. All along the northern end of Arroyo there were bus stops. There was the 101 and the 201, and there was a generic UCSD shuttle, which was the one I wanted to get on. (Yes, UCSD shuttle at my house in Tustin.) I hopped on and got to my house. I went in the back yard where my parents were hanging out. They were both very happy, and my dad told me that we were getting a Jacuzzi put in. I asked why, since we already had one. He said it was free. I looked at the pool and there was a larger jacuzzi being put in on the southeast corner of the pool.
Sometimes people don't think very clearly. They want to put their backpack away so they pick it up and walk into the garage. But wait--you meant to go to your room and look where you are now. You're in the garage. How dumb? Well, I did something similar. I took the bus all the way back to the top of Arroyo. I called my dad, or he called me. I explained that I was back at Arroyo and that I could get a ride back on the bus again. It wouldn't be too hard. I knew he could come get me, but I didn't want to bug him. After we hung up, I could somehow see him talking to me on his cell phone, walked around the north end of the pool, and he indeed did look busy.
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I sent a Facebook message that said something like we should hang out and discuss this at Roger's place over shakes. The response was we should discuss it over beer.
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