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.