The explosion in which lies the dream

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Wednesday, April 22, 2015

This dream starts out with me playing Smash Bros with some kid. I don’t recognize him. Him and I are actually playing together, against another team. We were playing a 3v3, but I don’t remember who our 3rd player was; maybe a computer. It isn’t really important. Anyway, I remember that I am playing Gannondorf, and the kid is playing Pit. We are doing a two-out-of-three, and are losing the first match pretty badly. I remember pulling off some stupid Gannondorf combo that ended up winning us the match. The same thing happened in match two: we were down by a lot, and then somehow Gannondorf won us the match. Even though this would have won us the two-out-of-three, in my dream the third match was the deciding match. The kid realized how good Gannondorf was, and switched to him. I don’t remember exactly how, but I know that because he switched, we ended up losing the match, and therefore the two-out-of-three. After we lost, I decided to go watch TV with my parents. I sit down with them in the living room, and start a conversation by telling them they could probably save some money if they drop their cable, and home phones and start using only Netflix (This came up in an actual conversation I had with someone a couple days ago). My mom and dad both just laugh at the idea, and my mom says something about how my dad likes watching cable too much. For example, take a look at the movie we are watching now, she says. I take a look at the screen, and suddenly my dream switches perspectives so I am viewing the movie through the camera directly, instead of watching it on TV. It was almost like how the camera perspective changes in video games when you enter a cut-scene. The movie started out in an empty futuristic cellar type room. After a couple seconds, a real-life person in very realistic Rayman suit from spongebob walks into the room. Even though this person is wearing a full-body suit, and you cannot see any of the actor’s face, I can tell that Will Ferrel is playing Rayman. Anyway, Will/Rayman walks into the room exhausted, as if he is getting back forma  long days work terrorizing Bikini Bottom. He says out loud something like “Commputer, play a movie. Play something classic”. The robot reminds me of Plankton’s wife. The computer responded by asking Will/Rayman if ‘The Land Before Time’ was a good option. Will/Rayman said yes, and sat down to watch. That was the end of the movie, and that part of my dream. 

Dream 2: The dream starts off with me in some police station. I had either just commit a crime, or was reporting one; I don’t remember. Either way, the person at counter was preparing a file to submit into my ‘personal record’. Basically there was a huge filing cabinet that had labelled folder for each person in the town. Inside that folder were reports of any crime they had commit, or any crime they had reported. Like I said, I don’t remember what my reason for being there was, but as I went to slip the document into my records, I happened to find my brother’s folder right behind mine (Since they files were arranged alphabetically by last name). I am shocked to see that it isn’t empty. The first file is about how he stole from a 7/11. I keep reading, and find out that he had shorted them 10 cents on some purchase. Okay, no big deal. I just chalked that one up to a simple mistake. Before I continue, I would like to point out how clearly I remember the details about the files. I have heard that you usually cannot read in dreams due to the writing being fuzzy, but I can clearly remember the format/content of these files. I even remember that each file had a headline. I remember thinking that the headlines were like titles of episodes in a TV series. For example, my brother’s file about stealing 10 cents from 7/11 was titles ‘Ten Cent Bag’, which could be misconstrued as a double entendre about weed. I also think it is interesting that my brain was able to come up with these short, somewhat clever and accurate titles for each file. Anyway, back to the dream. So I am looking through my bother’s files, and they are all stupid petty things, like the 10 cent theft. Until, I come across a file that says he once reported finding a dead body on the beach (even though we live nowhere near a beach).  This made the whole atmosphere of the dream take a turn. Everything had suddenly become much more serious, and it felt almost as if I had just become the main character in a mystery movie. I forgot what triggered it, but something I did made the cop behind the counter say something along the lines of, “Wow, you really are adopted” (I’m not adopted). I tried to explain to him that I wasn’t adopted, but all he said was that I should keep looking through the files. At that point, it really felt as if I was the main character in a mystery movie. I’m looking through the files and not finding anything, until I stumble upon my mother’s files. The first document I see is titles ‘Monogamy Me’. (Again, I am impressed that my brain was able to come up with a clever title that even fit the context. Alliteration and everything!). Before I can start reading, my family shows up to the police station to pick me up. From this point on, I feel this inherent distrust of my family, as if they are hiding something from me, but the dream ends before I can find out what.

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Tuesday, April 21, 2015

I don’t remember my dream from last night, but I am just getting up from a nap on the couch of my living room. In my nap dream, I was crashing at my friend Garret’s house. I remember that I was sleeping on his couch in his living room. His living room was almost identical to mine, including the location and position of the couch. So basically I was sleeping in my living room, but somehow knew it was Garret’s. In my dream, I was slowly starting to wake up, and could hear Garret talk to me, though my hearing was fuzzy, and I couldn’t really make out what he was saying. However, I was still in that state of sleep where even know I know that I am awake, I cannot move. Almost like sleep paralysis. Everything was incredibly hazy, and I was very very out of it. If you have ever had sleep paralysis, you will understand the feeling. Even though I was having sleep paralysis, I could talk. I remember asking for help getting up, and stuck out my arm for Garret to pull me up by. Then I realize that our mutual friend, Mihn, is also there, and is the one who helps me stand up. After I get up, I am broken out of my sleep paralysis and can freely move again. I realize that Garret was talking about me having stuff on my face. Mihn also commented on how I had something on my face. So I walk into Garret’s bathroom to look at myself in the mirror, but I didn’t see what they were talking about. I didn’t worry too much about it, so I just went back to sleep.

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Monday, April 20, 2015

I am finally having pretty vivid dreams again, I think. This one started out with Josh and I hanging out with our childhood friend, Amanda. For some reason, Josh was upset with me, and Amanda didn’t want to hang out with me. The whole time she was here, Josh and Amanda were just trying to avoid me, and hang out with each other. At about this time, I remember getting an ‘email’ from one of my teachers that is the head of the honors program I have been trying to get into. The reason I say ‘email’ is because it was actually written on a physical piece of paper. I think what he actually sent was a bouquet of flowers, and wrote out his message on the tissue paper that was holding them together. I didn’t really find this strange at all, and actually didn’t even acknowledge the flowers. I knew he was just trying to send me a message. The message was about why I hadn’t gotten into the honors program, and what I could do to fix that. It started out by saying that I was taking too many early classes. He said something about how there was no way I could have time for the honors program if I was taking any classes that started before 9 am. In the dream, this actually made a lot of sense to me. As I kept reading the letter, it started straying away from being about an honors program. Somehow, this ‘honors program’ started being about getting onto an exclusive tennis team. The letter said something about how if I wanted to make the team, I would need to make some big improvement to my serve. He said it just wasn’t as powerful as any one else’s serve on the team. He went on to explain that I would also need to start exercising more, and get into really good shape. Then in the letter, he made it sound like if I did these two things, I would have a guaranteed spot on the team. I remember thinking tryouts were a long time away, and I wanted to just skip ahead in time until it was time for tryouts. So, I did. I was sitting right next to my garage door on the inside of my house knowing tryouts were right outside my garage. My dad told me there was only 5 minutes until it was my turn. Five minutes pass, and as I go to open the door, I am standing on the TV set of what looks like a cooking show. I see two other participants and my teacher. Again, this doesn’t surprise me. In the dream, I expected that my ‘tryout’ into the honors program was supposed to be a cooking challenge. My teacher announced that they have three sets of ingredients. Each of us participants would claim one set, and try our best to make a dish out of them. I remember pretty clearly two of the three sets. The first set contained pizza dough, some sort of sauce, and jalepenos. The second set was a bunch of eggs, a loaf of ciabatta bread, some spices, and a bowl of soup with naan. I don’t remember what the third set was. The other two participants claimed the first and third set, and I was left with the eggs. I thought this was good, because that was actually the set I wanted. I run to my kitchen and start cooking. I ended up making some scrambled eggs, and some over-easy eggs. I cut the ciabatta bread down the side so I could open it up, and fill it with eggs to make a sort of sub sandwich. I filled the bread with the scrambled eggs, and the over easy eggs. I added the spices, and the naan that went with the soup. To finish it off, I popped the over easy eggs to make the yolk run down the sandwich, and get absorbed by the bread. When the buzzer rang, I remember walking over to the pizza counter and thinking that he had done a really good job, and that his food looked good. My teacher was acting as the judge, and I remember him getting ready to make the announcement of who the loser was. He started saying that there was only one recipe the judges didn’t really like, and then he looked right at me and told me that my sandwich was no good. I kept expecting him to keep talking, and say something else, like the other recipes were even worse than mine. I was confused because the letter he sent made it seem like my acceptance was a sure thing. But he didn’t say anything else. He just kept looking at me as if he was waiting for the idea of me losing to sink in. I was shocked that he keep talking, but I accepted it, and left the set of the show, and went back into my house. Also I think Gordon Ramsay was there.

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Sunday, April 19, 2015

This dream was actually very interesting. I remember taking my laptop, and going to visit my old school. I met them all in a room that I think was similar to my old high school’s library. I set my laptop down somewhere, and I think started giving a talk about some of the things I had learned about computer science while I had been in college. I don’t remember anything bout the talk, but I remember finishing, and going back to grab my laptop. As I am walking back towards where I left it, I see a group of adults working on it, and checking it out. I approach them, and they inform me that my laptop had been hacked by someone. I remember they kept using the term ‘sunk’. My laptop had been ‘sunk’, which doesn’t actually mean anything. In the dream, I understood this to mean that someone had basically taken control of my laptop, and ruined it. I remember getting incredibly upset, and angry. I told Ashley what had happened, and she knew immediately who had done it. The dream ended before I could take any action against the perp.

Dream 2: I think this one is sort of related somehow. I remember being with a group of kids that I felt like were much younger than I was. Although in the previous dream the kids were only a couple years younger (high school), I remember these kids being much younger. Maybe elementary school. I remember that my group and I were in some strange building. It looked like it was designed to be a fun place for young kids to be. There were colorful walls, and crazy decorations everywhere. But this was no place of fun. A ‘doctor’ took half of my group (including me), and locked us in the large (again, I think it was some sort of library) room. He said there was a secret way to unlock the door that we had to discover. At first this was no big deal, but then the water started pouring in. The room started slowing filling with water, and then it was a race against time. I knew that my group was not going to be any help at all, as they were only like 8 and probably were not going to be able to find the key. We searched and searched everywhere, and couldn’t find anything. I remember the clear sense of panic that my entire group felt. In all my dreams, even the bad ones, I don’t ever recall being so panicked. I was scared for my life at this point, and I thought i was going to drown in a room full of stupid little 8 year olds that I didn’t even know. At this point, the water was filling up the almost the entire room, and we had to swim to the surface to get any air. Just as the water was about to hit the ceiling, and I see some odd decoration on the ceiling. It looked like two balloons that hadn’t been blown up yet were glued to some sort of track that lead to the exit door. I remember pushing on one of the balloons, and it started rolling along the track towards the door. When it finally hit the end of the track, the door unlocked and all of the water started to spill out. Finally my group and I got out the room. I remember my mom was outside in the waiting room, as if she had known what was I going on. I was crying, and gasping for air as I tried to explain to my mom what had just happened. She seemed as if she didn’t care, or even worse, singed me up for the whole thing. At this point it clicked. This was some sort of intelligence test that parents could sign their children up for. I remember being absolutely disgusted by the fact that this whole practice was socially acceptable, and that my own mother would sign me up for something like this.

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Saturday, April 18, 2015

In this dream, one of my friends, Nick, had just moved into a new house. This house was incredible. I was like a mall, basically. I know that I went exploring a little bit, and found some cool rooms, but the only room I specifically remember was his new home theater. Nick, Ashley, Bailee and I walked into his home theater, and I was completely  blown away. This home theater was definitely bigger than even regular theater. I was in shock by the sheer size of the screen. I remember then looking around to try to find the projector that could project onto a screen this big. I look up, and there is a humongous projector on the back wall, connected to the ceiling. Of course because this room is so huge, the ceiling is also very very high. After I saw the projector, Nick said that the only thing he didn’t like about his house was that to connect a device to the projector (like a gaming system, or a laptop), you had to climb up the wall and physically plug it in to the projector. I saw that hanging form the ceiling right next to the projector was a long, long rope. At the end of the rope, there was a life jacket attached (like the kind of jacket you might have to wear while going out on a boat). He said to climb up to the projector, you were supposed to wear the life jacket to strap yourself in, and then use the rope to help you scale the wall all the way up to the projector. I remember thinking that it must have been at least a 100 foot climb. Someone (I don’t remember who, but I know ti wasn’t any of the four of us) then started to try to make the climb to show their dominance, or soothing like that. I couldn’t watch, and left the room before the either reached the top, or fell back to the ground.

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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Somehow I can tell that I had a number of different dreams last night that I do not remember. I do however remember one of them pretty well. Alex, Reese, and I are hanging out, just like we used to all the time. I remember that we are playing some sort of tag-like game using mobile Skype. Though this is not a big part of the dream. What I remember more is that we were using Skype to make plans on where to get together so we could play Smash Bros on the Wii U. At one point, we had all connected on Skype, and agreed to play at my house, it my room. On my way over to my room, I figured I should stop in my parents closet to find some clothes to wear. When I stepped into their closet, everything I saw was just incredible. There we so many cool looking clothes that I had never seen my parents wear. I don’t remember anything specific, except for one pair of shoes. They were a very stylish looking white slip-on type shoe. Probably not something I would actually wear in real life, but in the dream, it remember it being perfect. I grab them off of the shoe rack only to find out that they were way too big. It made sense now that I had never seen my dad wear them. If I had to guess, they were probably a size 25, or something ridiculous. But the shoes weren’t the only thing keeping my interest. Even after realizing I couldn’t wear the shoes, I kept digging through the other interesting clothes. I must have spent hours looking through everything. (Side note: A long time ago in real life there were double doors that connected my room to my parents room). I had spent so much time in this wonderfully magical closet that I figured Alex and Reese had already made it to my house. In fact, at some point, those double doors I mentioned before were in my line of sight. Though the small crack in between the doors I could see Alex sitting in my room. He saw me at the same time that I saw him, and he waved for me to go join them in my room so we could all play video games, like we had planned. I don’t really remember if I left my parents room to join them or not. The dream ended right about there.

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Saturday, April 4, 2015

 I was sitting in my math class (which in the dream, was in a large auditorium). At the end of the class, some professor comes up to me, and asks to see my resume. After I show him, he says that I should be in a different math class. He gives me the time and location of the other class. In the dream, I knew that I had just been accepted into some special higher level math class that I was really excited about getting into. Later in the day, as I am getting ready to head out to the math class, I realize that I can’t find my wallet. I ask Ashley if she knows where it is, and she tells me that she has it. After she tells me that she has it, she begins to run away. I can’t leave for class without my wallet, so I begin to chase her. I remember that the chase ended up taking me through a really cool building. It was almost like a mansion I think, but I don’t remember it that well. Anyway, the chase lasted so long, that I think I ended up missing the math class, which really upset me because of how excited I was to be let into such prestigious class.

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Thursday, April 2, 2015

I haven’t been able to remember my dreams very well the past week or two. Because of this, last night I had a dream about wanting to remember my dreams. In my dream, I had just woken up, and was struggling to remember what I had dreamt about that night. For clarity, I will refer to my dream as the outer dream, and the dream within my dream the inner dream. In my outer dream, I ended up remember very clearly what my inner dream was about. In fact, my inner dream was so vivid, I wanted to make a play based on what the dream was about. In my outer dream, I am talking to Monica about my inner dream, telling her about all the details, and how I thought it would make a good play. Right now, the only thing I can remember about my inner dream is that the main villain was going to be played by the actor who played Gus on Breaking Bad. [SPOILERS]I remember that I wanted my play to be bad. Like funny bad, i.e. The Room. So I decided that my villain’s death scene in the play would actually just be a cut and paste of Gus’ death scene in Breaking Bad. I very vaguely remember something about the two main characters being twins, and having very similar names, but I don’t remember anything else about the play.

Dream 2: Ashley has told me that some of her very close friends are about to move away back to their home state. She says she wants me to meet them before they go. Before we go to meet them, Ashley warns me that they are very short. Suddenly I am in the courtyard of my old high school, near a circle very girls. As I go to shake their hands, I realize that Ashley was not joking about them being short. One of the girls was in a very long dress, and I was having trouble telling if this girl was in a wheel chair, or just super short. I thought I saw a wheel chair, but I couldn’t quite tell, because the dress was covering up where the chair would have been. I go to greet the last of the girls, and she excitedly gives me a hug instead of shaking my hand. I hand’t even realized that this girl was one of Ashley’s friends at first. I ask her if she is also moving back to her home state. She isn’t, she just really likes hugs she tells me. After I have met all of Ashley’s friends, we begin to walk off together. I get this great idea to jump towards Ashley thinking that she would catch me in her arms. Well, she didn’t. I fell straight to the ground, and hit my head pretty hard. I actually remember feeling a considerable amount of pain, and headache after I hit the ground.

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Wednesday, April 1st, 2015

I am standing in a parking garage watching my friend Jacob trying to find a spot to park. This garage is rectangular shaped, has spots along all four walls, and one row of spots spanning through the middle of the garage. I see an open spot, but another car drives up to our floor at the same time. My first thought is that Jacob and this other man are going to have to race into the only open spot left. I am standing against one of the long walls. Jacob is against the leftmost wall, on my side of the middle row. The other car is also at the leftmost wall, but he is on the far side of the middle row. The open spot is in the middle row, towards the far right. Both cars start racing to the end of the row, but neither of them take the spot. Instead, they both begin to drift, and round the corner (I can still pretty clearly remember how nervous this made me, because I knew Jacob wasn’t a race car driver by any means. But they both made the drift successfully). So at this point, Jacob and the other man have switched sides. Jacob, somehow, has gotten turned around. So even though he is on the far side of the middle row, he is still facing the rightmost wall. He throws his car into reverse, and begins to speed towards the leftmost wall again. This time I understood that he was going to try to drift around the corner. Something went wrong with his drifting, and he ended up just making a 180, and crashed head-on with the leftmost wall. Tons of glass (His windshield, windows, mirrors) all shattered, and Jacob was a little beaten up also. The man form the other car and I run towards Jacob to make sure he is okay. I remember finding where I parked, and getting several towels out of my car to clean up the blood. 

That is all I remember about this dream, except for the appearance of the other man after he got out of his car to help Jacob. He was a somewhat muscular (He wasn’t wearing a shirt, for whatever reason), aging (probably early 60s), darker skinned man. I have read that every person you see in a dream is a person you have actually encountered in real life. I think I remember his face was that of one of the workers I have seen several times at Costco.

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Tuesday, March 24, 2105

Recently, I went to a Super Smash bros tournament. While I was there, I played a guy who went by the tag ‘KM’, and was kind of a jerk. This dream was also taking place at about 7:30 right after I turned off my alarm clock, knowing it would probably make me late to my 8:00 class. In my dream, it is almost 3:00, and I know that I will need to leave soon to make it to my class (even though I don’t have a class at 3:00). But I am waiting in front of my garage for the rest of the tournament participants to show up so I can maybe play one match before I have to head to class. Finally people start showing up, and I ask if I will be disqualified for leaving early to go to class. They said that I would be, but they would let me play my first match. Surprise, I end up playing KM. For some reason, our ‘smash bros’ tournament was actually decided by playing ping pong matches. Except we didn’t even play real ping pong. I distinctly remember that we used my patio side table as our ping pong table, and we used slips of paddle shaped paper as our paddles. I also remember that KM was very apologetic for being so rude to me last time, and was actually being a very nice guy. We got a couple points in when I decide to check the time. 3:10. I had to forfeit the match, and run to try to make it to my class. At about this point, I woke up and realized that I was definitely going to be late to my actual 8:00 class.

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

I remember that Ashley and I had plans to get together. As she came to pick me up, she started talking to my mom. I quickly realize that Ashley is very very high. She is rambling, going off on tangents, and just not able to hold the conversation in general. My mom starts to notice what is going on, but luckily and convince her that Ashley is just really tired. It comes to the time that Ashley and I need to leave, so my mom goes in to hug Ashley. I guess Ashley panicked, because instead of giving a normal hug, she decides to pick up my mom, and shake her back and forth violently. My mom ends up with an injured back, and Ashely and I get out of the house as quick as possible.

Dream 2: I don’t remember this at all, but my texts say that I had a dream about taking an American Literature midterm. I open up the test, and quickly realize I have no idea what this test is asking me to do. It’s like I hadn’t even gone to a single day of class, or done any of the readings.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2015

This dream was actually pretty vivid last week when I had it. I’ve let some time pass, so I probably won’t recall all of it. The dream starts out with me, my mom, and my bother being downtown. Then, some girl about my age that I thought looked very familiar approached us. I don’t remember how I figured it out, but I realized that this girl was actually a descendant of my grandma (Granddaughter I think, or maybe just daughter. Of course in real life this girl would have either been my cousin or my aunt, and I would have known her already. But in the dream I had never met this girl, and I barley realized that we related.) It turns out that in the dream, my grandma had passed away, and now this girl needed someone to take care of her. So, this girl started living with my family downtown (even though we don’t even actually live downtown).

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Monday, March 16, 2015

In this dream, my friend Mario and I are roommates. I remember that our bathroom was actually in the basement. A very very creepy basement. The room basically looked like a boiler room. Not only that, but I remember that the floors were made of lava, and in order to reach the toilet, you must use the pipes on the ceilings like monkey bars, and try to swing yourself over to above the toilet.

I don’t really remember this part of the dream, but my texts say there was an additional segment where I was headed out the store on an electric scooter. I forgot what I was trying to go buy, but I did mention that the scooter was moving very slowly. This doesn’t really surprise me, because the same phenomenon happens to me when I try to run in dreams.

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Thursday, March 12, 2015

I remember that I had made plans to hang out with an old friend, but later on in the day a different group of friends invited me to go to a party with them. Forgetting about my original plans, I agreed. A knock comes to my door, and I expect it to be the second group of friends. When I open the door, it is actually the first friend. Instantly, I was reminded of the plans we had made, and tried to think of a way to get out of them. I knew that I shouldn’t cancel on this friend, so I ended telling the second group of friends that I wouldn’t be able to make it to the party after all. I let them know that I had made plans already to go to the gym with the first friend. Jump to the gym, and the first friend and I are both running on treadmills. Suddenly, I see the second group of friends walk into the gym, and say something about how if I couldn’t make it to the party, then they would come bring the party to me, or something lame like that. So all of my friends and I spent the rest of the gym working out, and running at the gym.

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Wednesday, March 11, 2015

This is the first set of dreams I have had in a long time that have actually been pretty vivid. The dream starts out with me, Josh, and another friend (I don’t remember which friend. It isn’t really important though, because he doesn’t re appear in the dream at all later) riding skateboards down an axis road towards our house. We didn’t ride the skateboards in a normal way. These skateboards were meant to be ridden by sitting down on them, and having a gloved hand on the pavement to help slow down/stop. I remember making some sort of game out of riding home. We pretended as if we were cars by abiding by all of the street rules (such as stopping at red lights, merging into different lanes, and following the street signs). As I am pulling up to a red light, I notice there is a person in the way of my path. I begin to merge lanes as to avoid hitting this man, and come to a stop next to him. I notice that he is wearing an orange neon construction vest, and carrying a machete. He is talking on the phone, and I hear him mention something about trying to kill someones puppy. I didn’t seem to pay much attention to this man and Josh, our friend, and I continued to our house. My dad is waiting outside in front of the garage. As I walk up to him, he tells me he has some bad news, and that someone has killed our family puppy. Immediately I realize that it was the man I had seen at the stop light. As my dad and I are standing in front of our garage, a construction truck pulls up to the mailboxes across from our house, and a man gets out. I notice that this man is wearing the vest, and holding a machete. I excitedly yell to my dad that I was sure that was the man had hurt our dog. My dad says that he will go take care of it and parks his car in front of the construction truck so the man will not be able to drive anywhere. My dad then begins to angrily shake his fist at the man. I think to myself that this is not even close to a fair punishment, so I manage to grab the mans machete, and challenge him to a fight. The man doesn’t seem to be scared to fight, which frightens me because why the hell is he not afraid of my machete? Suddenly, I am chasing this man through my house and he hops into my parents bathroom. I quickly run in after him, trying not to let him get away, but I realize that he has turned invisible. Even though I can’t see him, I know that he is still in the bathroom. I start stomping on everything I see, and eventually I hit something invisible, which I knew was the man.

Dream 2: This is sort of an extension of the first dream. After having stomped on the man,   I am suddenly chasing someone around my house again. Except, it was no longer the man. It was actually an old friend named Aroa. I was actually chasing her around my backyard, and the chase wasn’t as hostile as before. This was more like a game of tag.

Dream 3: My neighbor Alex is about to get married, so I am helping him get ready. I go over to his house, and find that he is working on making some type of lottery ball things (like ping pong balls with numbers on them). He wants to do a lottery at his wedding, I suppose. I remember then sitting on the steps in his backyard, playing with the lottery/ping pong balls. Someone (I don’t remember who), then grabbed a handful of the balls, and throws them across the yard. I remember that the balls hit the very top of the fence, and just by luck bounced back onto Alex’s side of the yard.

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Tuesday, March 10, 2015

I had some question about a class that I couldn’t figure out myself. I decided to post a question on the class Facebook page. Someone replied with a good answer, so I replied to them and said “Thanks again”. The next day, Josh came up to me asking if I had known that the person that replied to my Facebook question was the professor of the class. No, I told him, I didn’t realize that. It didn’t seem to make a difference to me. Then he told me that he couldn’t believe that I had thanked him in the comments. Josh’s complaint didn’t seem to make any sense. Why would he be upset that I thanked the professor for helping me? In fact, not only was he upset, but he was furious. He said that he hated people that used the comment section to thank the professors. I still didn’t understand. Why is thanking someone for helping you a bad thing? Not only was Josh mad at me, but he said that everyone felt the same way as him about what I had done. He said that I was now one of the most hated kids in the university. He had even set up a meeting for me with an academic advisor to make sure that I could clear my bad reputation.

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Monday, March 9, 2015

I remember being in my living room, looking into the mirror above our couch. I was playing Pictionary, I believe, and using the mirror as my canvas. I had some incredible drawing utensils (some form of Crayons I think) that made all of my markings look very nice as if they were made by a professional. I picked up the words “Happy accident” for my Dictionary card, and began to draw a picture of Bob Ross onto my mirror. I don’t really remember much else about the game. I don’t remember there being anyone else in the room playing with me, or trying to guess what my card was. The dream was just me drawing a picture of Bob Ross on a mirror with some magical crayons.

Dream 2: Colby is moving, I think. I am staying the night at his house so I can help pack up. I brought with me some hair gel that I had planned to use in the morning. I wake up, and head to bathroom to find that Colby’s mom had thought the gel was hers. She had emptied the can of gel, and added it some bottle of her assortments of hair gels. I didn’t know what to do. I knew that she couldn’t separate my gel from her gels in the bottle, so I figured that mentioning anything would be a waste of time. So, I just never said anything about her taking my gel. After this, I went downstairs and started playing on my phone. I was sitting at the breakfast table with Haley, and a grandma. I have no idea who’s grandma, or why Haley was there at all. Anyway, I was playing with some fitness app on my phone that told me info about how many calories I have burned throughout the day. I started talking about running, and Haley told me how she’d picked up running also, and had gotten really good. She said that she had just finished running a 10 minute 2 mile, which I absolutely did not believe. After this argument with Haley, I got upset that the app didn’t actually give me a calorie count. It gave me some other unit, that I then had to use Google to convert to calories. I said something out loud about how this annoyed me, and the grandma (Who seemed like a very negative, sour person), grossly said something about how the app couldn’t get any better, and that I was ungrateful. I wanted to explain that the app could have been made a little better if they had an option to present a calorie count, or the other unit. That way the user would have their options, and people like me wouldn’t have to use Google to make a conversion. However, as I started to talk, the grandma interrupted me by saying something like, “Don’t care”, and continued to eat her breakfast. I cannot express how much this upset me. She was being so snobby, and rude that I couldn’t even believe it.