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.