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.