Dream log
Ok, I gotta write this here, because I honestly have no where else to put it. It's just a weird dream I had last night, so I'm not going to subject everyone to it. Of course, if you really want to...
So yeah, I really can't remember *exactly* how it started. I do remember I was in what seemed like a high-school class. Why I was back in high school, I have no idea, because in the dream I was still me, at my age. But I was there, sitting in what seemed like a History class of some sort. At one point during the class (because seemingly I didn't have to be there), I got up and walked out. I was searching for the bathroom, and I ran into a few people that I knew. Granted, although I can remember their faces now, I have no idea who the hell they are in real life, I knew them in the dream, and I knew they were my age and too old to be there as well. They were both female. One was about 5'9", kinda short hair, tan, thin with a round face. The other was asian, about 5'4", shoulder length hair, kinda tan skin with a sharp but still somewhat round face. I asked them what they were doing there; I hadn't seen them in a while, so I asked if they were actually here for classes. They said no; they were just visiting. I explained something about some remedial classes (remedial classes? The hell?!?), and asked if they knew where the bathroom was. By this time I had found the girls bathroom a hall over, but I just couldn't find the guys. Ironically, it was right behind me.
I walk into what had to be the most disgusting bathroom my mind could have come up with. It looked like every toilet had been... shall we say... "used by someone who wasn't exactly healthy at the time" and then left there to rust afterwards. Eventually, someone leaves what seems to be the only half-way decent toilet. Basically that translates to half-rusted and recently flushed. Blech. Anyway, I go (no, I didn't in real-life, thank you), and then I leave. Completely leave. Just get up, walk out, walk out of the school, everything. I just start walking down what seems to be a dirt/gravek road when I run into three kids playing in the street.
Now, here's the weird part. These kids (I don't remember them exactly now, although I know they weren't blurry in the dream. I do remember one of the guys being black (he was the guy I talked to the most), one of them being hispanic, the last kid being female, and all of them being around 16-18, but that's about it) weren't playing baseball or anything like that. They had a keyboard and a beat box and were playing out different rhythms and music. Fancy that. I hung out with them a bit. They were pretty @%#$ good! I talked to them some and found out they had just found this stuff laying in the street and on (riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight). Anyway, they started playing a jazz song I knew. I noticed they had some microphones too at this point, so I grabbed one and sang along with it. The guy at the beat box pulled out a sheet of music (I guess he had the music memorized but not the lyrics), and said something about being impressed when he noticed I was on.
Anyway, so the dream continued on and they started asking questions about me. They asked what I did and stuff like that. I mentioned my job, my CURRENT real-life job (strange that was still the same), and that I was probably going to get fired for missing work today (because, in RL, if I missed another day, there's a good chance I'd get fired, and I did have to work today). So they joked with me a bit and told me to get going (although it seemed like sunset in the dream), and I started to walk off. I walked directly out of the dream and woke up. At 7:40. Right before the time my watch was set to go off in order to go to work. Weird.
So, a couple of weird points about the dream.
1. There were specific faces and names of people whom I did not know. Usually you're not supposed to be able to dream of specific people that you haven't met.
2. Although the settings were different, every aspect of my life outside of dreaming did influence the dream. Usually my dreams are either complete fantasy, reworking the past, or simply a run through of how horrible a day might be now. But this was different. Same day, but different setting. Not that odd, per se, but it stands out to me.
3. I was me. Not my dreaming persona. Usually when I dream, I'm a "dim reflection" of me, some sort of mild representation that, well, in a manner of speaking, that I wish I was. In this dream, though, I was actually me. Skinny little 5'6" me.
4. The whole "walking into consciousness" thing. THAT was weird. Especially considering them telling me to get to work and waking up to find out it was just about time to get up and get to work. I can't even blame it on the alarm; it wasn't due to go off for a few more minutes.
It's strange. I think the dream came from a note I got and way too much time spent doing karaoke. But there's a lot of aspects I can't explain.
Oh well. More later. Maybe. ^_^
So yeah, I really can't remember *exactly* how it started. I do remember I was in what seemed like a high-school class. Why I was back in high school, I have no idea, because in the dream I was still me, at my age. But I was there, sitting in what seemed like a History class of some sort. At one point during the class (because seemingly I didn't have to be there), I got up and walked out. I was searching for the bathroom, and I ran into a few people that I knew. Granted, although I can remember their faces now, I have no idea who the hell they are in real life, I knew them in the dream, and I knew they were my age and too old to be there as well. They were both female. One was about 5'9", kinda short hair, tan, thin with a round face. The other was asian, about 5'4", shoulder length hair, kinda tan skin with a sharp but still somewhat round face. I asked them what they were doing there; I hadn't seen them in a while, so I asked if they were actually here for classes. They said no; they were just visiting. I explained something about some remedial classes (remedial classes? The hell?!?), and asked if they knew where the bathroom was. By this time I had found the girls bathroom a hall over, but I just couldn't find the guys. Ironically, it was right behind me.
I walk into what had to be the most disgusting bathroom my mind could have come up with. It looked like every toilet had been... shall we say... "used by someone who wasn't exactly healthy at the time" and then left there to rust afterwards. Eventually, someone leaves what seems to be the only half-way decent toilet. Basically that translates to half-rusted and recently flushed. Blech. Anyway, I go (no, I didn't in real-life, thank you), and then I leave. Completely leave. Just get up, walk out, walk out of the school, everything. I just start walking down what seems to be a dirt/gravek road when I run into three kids playing in the street.
Now, here's the weird part. These kids (I don't remember them exactly now, although I know they weren't blurry in the dream. I do remember one of the guys being black (he was the guy I talked to the most), one of them being hispanic, the last kid being female, and all of them being around 16-18, but that's about it) weren't playing baseball or anything like that. They had a keyboard and a beat box and were playing out different rhythms and music. Fancy that. I hung out with them a bit. They were pretty @%#$ good! I talked to them some and found out they had just found this stuff laying in the street and on (riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight). Anyway, they started playing a jazz song I knew. I noticed they had some microphones too at this point, so I grabbed one and sang along with it. The guy at the beat box pulled out a sheet of music (I guess he had the music memorized but not the lyrics), and said something about being impressed when he noticed I was on.
Anyway, so the dream continued on and they started asking questions about me. They asked what I did and stuff like that. I mentioned my job, my CURRENT real-life job (strange that was still the same), and that I was probably going to get fired for missing work today (because, in RL, if I missed another day, there's a good chance I'd get fired, and I did have to work today). So they joked with me a bit and told me to get going (although it seemed like sunset in the dream), and I started to walk off. I walked directly out of the dream and woke up. At 7:40. Right before the time my watch was set to go off in order to go to work. Weird.
So, a couple of weird points about the dream.
1. There were specific faces and names of people whom I did not know. Usually you're not supposed to be able to dream of specific people that you haven't met.
2. Although the settings were different, every aspect of my life outside of dreaming did influence the dream. Usually my dreams are either complete fantasy, reworking the past, or simply a run through of how horrible a day might be now. But this was different. Same day, but different setting. Not that odd, per se, but it stands out to me.
3. I was me. Not my dreaming persona. Usually when I dream, I'm a "dim reflection" of me, some sort of mild representation that, well, in a manner of speaking, that I wish I was. In this dream, though, I was actually me. Skinny little 5'6" me.
4. The whole "walking into consciousness" thing. THAT was weird. Especially considering them telling me to get to work and waking up to find out it was just about time to get up and get to work. I can't even blame it on the alarm; it wasn't due to go off for a few more minutes.
It's strange. I think the dream came from a note I got and way too much time spent doing karaoke. But there's a lot of aspects I can't explain.
Oh well. More later. Maybe. ^_^