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1. There is some sort of Christmas pageant going on. I am involved, as is Emily and most of the cast of a play we recently worked on. I don't know any of my lines, but that's not a problem at all. Dancing occurs, people sing-shout what presents they want. Someone yells "books" and everyone throws textbooks at him. He catches them all, then tosses them in the air. One lands near me and I realize it is my math book from freshman year, also the story of a knight made of 3D polygons, kinda like the people from the universe of this show. I read the story. Possibly I became the knight at some point, but I don't really remember.


2. After a rehearsal for a music ensemble I am in, we are sitting in a classroom listening to music. "Sweet Home Alabama" starts playing and I put my head down on the back of my chair (or the front. I think I was sitting in it backwards.) Alex walks over and asks if I am okay because he thought I was crying.

Hy-di-ho there, children.

So, um, yeah.

Chinese class. Two teams. Singing contest. I think this might have been the sequel to something. The other team is a few people I don't remember, and Matthew Bellamy. My team is me, Kitty, Sam, and someone else. They perform, Matthew is flat, I find this strange. Apparently they were really good despite Matt being off. We decide we need to do something even better in order to win. Someone (Kitty? I haven't a clue.) and I sing "Are You There?" from Bare.

Hey there, boys and girls.

Bear with me here. It's not worth it, but maybe you will get some sort of sick kick out of my disturbed subconscious.

1. Not a dream, but I woke up with the question "which ancient civilization had ROUSes?" and a strong conviction that it was the Mayans.

2. It has been decided that for the play I am working backstage on (doing a job that REQUIRES full use of my arms), I must wear handcuffs. I'm sitting in my car when Brian walks up to the window to inform me of this. He explains how handcuffs work as starts he puts them on my right wrist (I do not remember why, but there was definite danger involved in this. I was at risk for losing a hand if he didn't put them on properly.) Apparently they have to click three times around my wrist (like the gas cap of a car, y'know?) or else the key won't work. After they're on, he says Marc will take them off for me.
Marc approaches, looking completely crazed and brandishing an ax. He begins chopping the crap out of my dashboard (the window is gone?) I say something along the lines of, "Uh...Y'know, Brian succeeded in putting them on without chopping my hands off, so maybe we should let him do this while he's on a roll." Marc accepts this as perfectly reasonable and walks away. Brian unlocks the handcuffs (without cutting off my hands).
Suddenly, I in a car being driven by my mother. We are giving Brian a ride home. Mom wants to drop me off and then take Brian home. I suggest maybe taking my mother home first, trying to save Brian the trouble of awkwardly sitting in a car alone with my mother. Mom eventually agrees.

3. I had to ask my history teacher several times in one class period to go to the bathroom. [TMI ALERT MAYBE YOU SHOULD STOP READING: This is odd, because I did not have to pee when I woke up. I warned you.]

They're getting stranger and more detailed.

Astronauts. There are five of us using one space suit kinda Megazord style. One of us has created a super advance robot named Cubie. Cubie says something to us and someone questions how we can hear him, as there is no air and he doesn't have a com device. The robot explains it in a perfectly scientific manner and flies ahead to meet us at our destination. Someone (we weren't very distinct from each other) shouts after him, but he doesn't hear. We prepare to follow, but someone hits the wrong button.

We plummet to Earth and land on an island, miraculously unharmed. Our only hope is for Cubie to come save us, so we shout. And shout. And shout. When Cubie's creator shouts a few times and then stops, we fall silent. After spending a couple minutes resigning ourselves to life on a deserted island, we spot Cubie. His creator explains to him that he needs to carry (as opposed to swimming. Honestly.) us, one at a time, to our destination, apparently 40000 feet (about 7.6 miles) away. He carries me off last or close to last.

Cubie takes me to school (my elementary school, but apparently the school I currently attend), apparently out destination. I spot Will and ask him where Cubie dropped him off. He tells me that Cubie took him to my mother's house.

Walking down the art/music/PE hall in the school, with CatherineM and an inordinate amount of random unimportant students. She's in the middle of saying something and concludes with, "So if anyone asks about my English birthday, that's what happened." I smile and nod as though I have been listening.

Oodles of dreams

1. Dad inexplicably has a breakfast buffet in his kitchen, including pancakes, waffles, and way too frikken many doughnuts.

2. The day of an AP exam I took last year. Elaine and Antonio(I think...) are having lunch with me at my father's house (What is it with food and my dad's house? I don't starve at Mom's...). Antonio says everyone else is at a pizza place and we need to meet them there. I make sure we have time to get there and to the exam, then we drive towards the restaurant.

3. http://www.thefuckingweather.com/ predicts rain for the next three days.

4. (This one is...fun. Reflecting, I think I'm on the Lost island.) On a beach with Somebody. Find some hair. Take it to Jesse Spencer (Not a code name. Actual Jesse Spencer. Or, more probably, Dr. Chase.) to analyze for some reason. We are followed by a baby monkey. Jesse says that the monkey's mother will be looking for it.  It does, except that it is biologically impossible for it to have actually been the monkey's mother, as it is a leopard. For reasons unknown, we have to fight it off and keep it away. We succeed, but it keeps coming back with various other animal friends (like birds).

5. I have a black kitten and am playing with it in a bathroom at my mother's house.

6. (This took a little over three pages in my notebook.) I'm in Chicago with Emily. For some reason (Good lord, I use that phrase a lot. Ctrl+F it. It's on every page of entries at least once.), she is my mother (This one is even...more...fun...than the fourth one.). We're picked up by a man named "Peter" (I kid you not. There were quote marks. Not Peter. "Peter".).
"Peter" takes us to what seems to be his secret hideout, complete with retinal scanners. Inside and out, however, it looks entirely like an ordinary house (excepting the scanners). He wants me to describe my father to his counsel of retirees. I tell them he had gray hair. It was in an anime way, not in an elderly way, but they don't realize that. "Peter" decides that my father must have been one of the old men present (Phillip?). He has apparently already satisfied himself that my mother is a woman there named Valarie.   The counsel discusses how they are going to get me moved in with these two people, evidently forgetting or ignoring that Emily and I are still there.
I'm not happy with this. I ask Emily if it is okay for me to tell them and she says yes. I spend thirty seconds trying to get their attention, eventually succeed and inform them that they're mistaken, these people are not my parents.
"Peter" gets excited and mentions something about creating The Ode to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". I think Emily and I are expected to write it. He beatboxes the Battle Hymn for a couple bars, as this is apparently how he imagines our unwritten song. Basically a techno remix. Then he returns us to where he found us.
I'm driving Emily home on the highway (back in our mutual area of residence, not Chicago). She is answering questions and making clarifications because I frequently had trouble hearing "Peter".

Bare-allels (Seriously, please don't hate me)

The spring musical at school is Peter Pan. I consider auditioning, but ultimately decide not to because I don't know my vocal range. Lara gets a decent part despite sucking.

Janet gets the part of Misty as A Villain (I kid you not. That's what the playbill said. "Janet as Misty as A Villain"). She gets a solo which is part almost-Christmas-song, part vaudeville-ish (she's dancing with a cane). I remember thinking that the set sucked because it was basically a porch, with posts and rails in the way of the performance. I see Misty sitting across the auditorium and we exchange O_o faces.

Will is the only boy that auditioned or something because he is cast as every boy in the play (I'd love to see that Captain Hook v. Peter Pan, wouldn't you?). He is explaining this to me as we walk to his house. We rode the school bus to somewhere nearish my elementary school (and nowhere near where he actually lives). I was a little confused about why we were disembarking so far away from his house, but didn't question it.

Apparently my subconscious goes for quantity over quality

1. Silk Market in Beijing with Kitty, Sunny, and Sunny's grandmother. I see something I want to buy, but the latter insists on bargaining for me. Later, she is buying a bracelet for me that I wanted to give as a present. I wonder out loud what the official bracelet of China is (wtf, self?) and she and the store keeper go find it for me. Later again (at Sunny's house?), I insist on paying back the five dollars I, apparently accounting for the rate of exchange, owe her.

2. My brother wants me to please wake him up at 7:15 AM.

3. Brother's girlfriend has left several pairs of her shoes in my room. I know they aren't mine because I do not wear flip-flops. (She does this IRL. Not in my room, but she has like six pairs of shoes at my mother's house.)

4. First day of school, sitting in English class. I have not written the several essays I was supposed to write. We're turning them in online. The structure is basically "On this page, type an introduction. On the next page, upload your paper." I am trying to fake it and write a bunch of essays really fast, when the teacher sits at the computer next to me. Also, we seem to be at my elementary school.

5. The back wall and corners of my panda guinea pig's cage are collapsing. She jumps down and runs straight into a pigloo, sitting on the floor. I suggest getting a new cage.

Pardon me while I remove this layer of dust...

I don't think this was the same place as that first pair of sequel dreams, but I am somewhere with my brother and someone else and we are trying to escape. I'm not sure how I knew that, though, as we were not together. I'm crawling through a very familiar, very large room, trying to avoid mostly unseen guards. Something happened (I think I collapsed or something. Pretty sure I didn't just get caught.) and scene change! Infirmary or something like that. Doctor comments on my bruised knees, Brother teases me, saying I must have been crawling wrong. I tell him my crawling was perfectly fine, thanks. Fin.

1. Jaclynn has apparently been playing Dungeons and Dragons with my brother. A minotaur has come to life and is chasing her throughout a strange combination of my mother and father's respective houses. As she runs, I stand off to the side and casually encourage her to go to the garage, get in the car, and drive away, getting frustrated when she does not heed my advice. When she finally listens, the minotaur gets into the car before she can drive off. Suddenly, they look all happy together. I shrug and close the garage door as they drive off.

2. I'm at a movie with Ashton. An actress looks like her. I tell her that, followed by something like "or maybe you look like her, since she's older." We ponder this.

3. I was clicking my pen (I think I was nervous about something) and someone found it annoying. They snatched it out of my hand and threw it away.

The mustangs of my subconscious

At the park shelter where Emily's birthday party was held, with her, but in the dark. Soon, someone appears and is scary and menacing and creepy and all that. Later, at school with another friend, Jaclynn. We are ranting about the scary person because that person upset Emily and that is not okay. Later again, walking into the aforementioned park shelter with Will. I suppose I was nervous, because he gives me a hug. Before I go in, he says something like "Hey, you know this is completely platonic and will never be anything more, right?" Even though I did know that and have pretty much gotten over it, it kinda felt like I had been verbally slapped in the face. Fin.

These are about a week apart

1. This one is strange and goes a little something like this: My father has just died. Naturally, my entire family is very upset (including my mother. I think they might not have divorced in this dream). Mom has a camera of some sort that, through some convoluted process, can make his ghost appear. Soon, she dies. I teach myself to use the camera thing to talk to them.

2. In the airport in China, headed home. For some reason, a boy who will not be going on the trip (and didn't go on the last one) is there and everyone has a musical instrument case. There are three tour guides escorting us all to our gate. Waiting for the flight, we're all playing (as in, goofing off, not music) around a fountain. It is just some jets spraying water up from the ground in two opposite-facing rows, if that makes any sense. Anyway, it's kind of close to a wall, but there is a thin (a foot or so wide) walkway between fountain and wall. As we stand on opposing sides, Will does something funny and it is decided that he doesn't need to be told what it was he did.

I think I might have battled some gangsters for some magic toothpaste or something. In the car on the way back from that battle, I am with a dog that switches back and forth from being my dog (large) to being a dog that my dad sometimes dogsits (small). He and I are competing a little over the tube of magical toothpaste (I don't remember why it was important. I think it changed flavor, but that was not why it was important). When we arrive at my house, we go inside. He goes to his kennel to rest and I go say hello to my mother. She sends me back out to the car because I did not bring in the toothpaste. After looking to make sure the dog is still where he was, I go back out. I get the toothpaste out and notice that the dog, as my dog, has followed me. For some reason, he wants to go into the trunk of the car (which is big and open to the rest of the car and where he usually sits). I help him in because he is old. Around the side of the car, I pause to do something. The dog, as the other dog, appears and I decide to set him on top of the car because he is small and I can. He moves to the edge and I jokingly put my head against the car, like a platform on which he can stand. The dog defies the laws of physics to use me as a staircase somehow.

It's night. I have been texting my friends all night, especially Emily and Will. Very, very late (early), Emily goes to bed and I am left talking to Will. I end up not going to bed at all and just staying up pacing my room all night. I don't remember what any of the conversations were about. The light (none from the window, but the light in the closet is on and the door is open) gives the impression of 3AM, but when I look at the clock it is 9:28 in the morning. I realize I should be getting ready for school (which would have started an hour previously). Picking out clothes, I am totally unable to content myself with any outfit. Suddenly, I can't remember if I am supposed to be at the theatre where I work (in the evening on weekends). My dad comes upstairs to make sure I am awake (I am at my mother's house; my parents are divorced) and I ask him to check the schedule. He tells me he will.

I have guinea pigs. Thinking back, if my closet door was open, they and all of their paraphernalia were not present. 

Earlier today, I remembered something else related to this that happened in another dream, but I don't remember it anymore.

At a local theatre where there is going to be a reunion of Grease, which I worked on there a couple years ago with Emily. It isn't the same theatre, but that doesn't really register. I'm with Katherine, but I am texting Emily that she should be there. The show starts when one man, who was in the cast and is sitting in the audience, stands up and just kinda starts singing the Rydell Alma Mater Parody. The rest of the cast stands up from where they are sitting in the house and joins in. They forget some of the lyrics, but it HAS been two or three years, so I don't really care.

Later in the show now, though not a scene that exists (something about one of the boys being gay. Like, there was a narrator singing about it.). Earlier, I was sitting at the back of the house, now I am at the front (and it is not the same theatre), but I am still with Katherine. We're either looking at a picture or watching what's going backstage (Both?) and I see someone I know from several shows. Perfectly normal. However, over the typical techie garb, he is wearing a BRIGHT BLUE leather pimp coat and hat. In hindsight, while it WAS that person, it might not have actually been that person. Like, his identity with someone else's body.


Also, I am starting to think that many of my dreams take place in the same general setting, because I can kind of recall seeing advertisements for the Grease reunion in previous dreams.

I saw one of my old drama coaches in the hall at school and we awkwardly chatted. I remember thinking that it was odd to see her because she lives in Oklahoma, I think, now (true in real life), but it did not become a lucid dream.

This is from several days ago

Someone is asking around the classroom for .16 (I think that was the number used. Clearly I know nothing about mechanical pencils.) pencil lead. I misunderstand and think they are asking for something else. I tell them I have it. We go to my locker to get it. They are angry with me when they discover that I do not actually have .16 pencil lead.

This is a bit out of order and nonsensical. Also, I switch tenses a lot.

I get a text message from my friend, Grace. She has nothing to do and wants to know if I would like to hang out. I agree. I go to her house for a bit.

Then we are...somewhere. The exterior, upon reflection, might have been that of my local City Hall. The interior, I haven't a clue about. In the entranceway, there are some fake trees and some doors and automatic door buttons; it's a typical entryway. Once actually inside, there is a large staircase down the middle, with mall-ish-but-not-quite halls on each side. I know that it is a nearby high school, not the one I attend, but one that I have been inside awake that looks entirely different.

Now I am standing on a street corner near a park by my house, alone. Grace and I are exchanging text messages because we are not done hanging out, I just had to leave temporarily for some reason. It starts to pour down rain. I get a message from Grace offering to have her father pick me up. I agree. She spends a bit trying to contact him, at some point freaking out because "the internet on her cell phone doesn't work during thunderstorms!" I say I thought she was just going to send a text message to her father. She does.

Waiting for her father, I notice some young children standing across the street laughing at me. They're also outside, but not soaked. Grace offers to have her father bring me his policeman jacket (He's a lawyer/judge when awake.) because she imagines I must be freezing, but I decline (Dem, remember the SFLS students' uniforms? It looked like that when I mentally pictured it, but without the logo). I look down and notice that the shirt I am wearing, one supporting the local elementary schools' orchestras, is more indigo than bright blue. I think about the year the t-shirt company screwed up and sent us indigo shirts (which actually happened). Her father arrives in a white SUV after I'd been waiting about thirty seconds. I open the door to the front seat, but he says to get in the back, but not in those words. Whatever he actually said made no sense to me and I had to ask him to repeat it. When I open the door to the back, there are two baby strollers, even though Grace has no younger siblings. He instructs me to push one of them forward and he will put it in the front seat. I do.

I get a message from MY father, asking if I would like to see Sparky off (I'm not sure where he was going). Grace's father says that sounds like a good idea and we drive to the aforementioned high school. Apparently my father is to meet us there.

When we arrive, it is the middle of the night, no longer raining, and there are a bunch of people from my high school's drama department present. We go into the entryway. Some of the drama people are messing around like they can't find the button for the automatic doors. It is obvious that they are kidding, but Miranda's father takes them seriously and tries to help them find the button. The drama people do that thing that adults do when trying to make a little kid think they're smart. They act like Dora the Explorer, minus all Spanish. Eventually, they "find" the button and leave the entryway. Miranda's father and I go inside. I tell him I don't know my way around [That High School]. He tells me that's okay.

This is an odd one.

I am an entirely different person in this dream. Is it weird how often I am not me or not in my dreams? I wish I knew what that meant.

I'm sitting in a hotel at a window seat at night. The street outside is shiny, like it was raining earlier (details!). As I look out the window, a woman walks past. She stops and looks up at me. (Reflecting, I think she may have been adult-me.) I decide to go downstairs to meet her. When I get outside, she is gone. I walk around the hotel, trying to find her, but I don't. As I go back upstairs, I am myself all of a sudden.

When I get back to my room, I open the door to find someone else there. She introduces herself as a friend(Emily?)'s aunt. She's oldish and a bit pudgy. For some reason, I must share my room with her.

I think I might actually know the meaning of this one!

I was in a room that was very medical/science-y, like someone combined the room in the Wolverine Origins movie of which there are no good pictures and the inside of a Borg cube. Yes, I'm a nerd. It was kind of dimly lit and mechanical looking, but nothing registered as weird in the dream. I was waiting to be tested to see if I could do something to help someone. I don't remember what it was, perhaps a transplant. I find out that the test will involve me being stabbed in the back with a needle to test something related to my spinal cord. This frightens me more than a little and I freak out and start to cry. I see Will and he hugs me. Some of my other friends are standing in the background, but they are doing nothing more than that. The lady who will be stabbing me is tapping her foot impatiently, so I leave Will and go with her. She does the test thing. It hurts. 


It's later now. I am being reprimanded for hugging Will instead of immediately going with the tester lady. It is decided that I must write her an apology letter. I do. Something else happened after I wrote the letter, but I don't remember what it was.

At Driver's Ed, except it is my driveway and we are not driving. Apparently we have to walk/run/not drive around the block. I do. The teacher, an elderly, overweight lady whom I don't recall having seen before, tells us to do it again. Apparently, this time, we are supposed to do anything necessary to get around the block as fast as possible, including running through people's houses and yards. I'm not sure how that makes anything faster, but we all did. I ran into the house of a girl I was friends with years ago (she actually does live about half a block away, albeit on the other side of the street, and her house is therefore fair game), but I can't seem to find her back door. I look everywhere, including upstairs for some reason. I remember wondering where her dog was and now I realize her house was also laid out entirely differently. It isn't until around the third time running down her stairs that I notice every member of her family sitting at their dinner table staring at me. I explain what is going on. Then I wake up.

Shortly before I went to sleep last night, my best friend told me something important. I had a dream that I was walking down a hall at school and went "Holy shit! [Important thing!]" and then I woke up

I'm typing this frantically so I don't forget. Excuse my grammar.

In China, alone, for the same dates that I am going this summer. Leave my hotel with nothing but my clothes and start walking. The only road is a dirt road with pure desert on all sides, even though my mind says I am somewhere near Beijing. Walking, suddenly find myself inside basically a Target. I walk through the store and out the other side, where I find myself in a shady little suburb. Clearly, this is where my grandmother and brother live. I go to see them. 

When I arrive at Grandma's house (which is not anything like that house she lived in before she died like six years ago), I let myself in. It's a very, very small house with one main room and a tiny bathroom off to the side and a staircase leading down on the other. There are two water fountains, one of which is labeled "Our Poor Excuse For Water". I taste a little from that one because I am thirsty (I have been walking all this time, you know.) and curious. It tastes like warm, stale water. I spit it out. In the dream, I remember thinking I should because it was marked bad and clearly was not meant to be drank. Now, I remember that one is not supposed to drink the water in China unless it is marked drinkable. Hm. 

I go downstairs to see my Grandma. She is standing at the landing of the staircase, looking a little more frail than she was when she was alive, but not by much, and carrying a slightly different cane. I say "Grandma, it's me!" and she screams and throws her cane at me, then runs to curl up on the fetal position in the room at the bottom of the stairs, which looks like a combination of my two grandmother's actual houses. I toss her cane on the floor beside her and she grabs for it before it lands and does not catch it. I'm kinda pissed off and do not help her. I leave. 

Back on the street, I start walking away as fast as I can, because I was just abused by the elderly and I am upset. Pretty soon, I want the camera that I left in the hotel. Everything I see is picturesque. Unfortunately, I have no idea where I am and I do not speak French, clearly the necessary language. After focusing and remembering how to say "Do you speak English?" in French, I walk back in the direction I think I came from. 

I eventually get back to the store. The first employee I see is standing with several others, who aren't doing much of anything. She is a kind looking oldish lady, so I approach her. I ask her, in French, if she speaks English. She says, in English, that she does not speak English. I start to walk away and she stops me. I inform her that some people learn to say "I don't speak English" without an accent. She and her employee friends laugh a little and then she asks what I need. I tell her I can't remember how to get to my hotel or what it is called. She and her buddies start pointing out buildings in the distance and telling me their names. A lecherous old man employee tells me I should just come stay with him. I tell him no, I have too much luggage. All of the employees tell me I really don't need luggage. The old lady and man mention a hotel whose name seems very familiar. I tell them that I think that is my hotel. They agree to take me there.

We leave the store and walk into a collection of roller coasters. It is not an amusement park because there is no one else there. We board one and suddenly I am by myself about 1000 feet from a hotel I recognize as mine. I start walking towards it. I pass a boy who I have a class with at school and sometimes talk to. I realize he is the brother that was not present at Grandma's house. I think this is the second time I have dreamed of him being my brother, though I think it might have been half brother in both instances. I tell him that I went to see Grandma and she screamed and threw her cane at me. He says something about the recession and thanks me for visiting. We both keep walking. I reach the hotel. I wake up.