Secret toilet code

Dream recorded 08/06/11 at 7am

I am in a weird house/cabin/building/medical clinic/mall. There is an ice cream kid selling candy and snacks. One of the snacks looks like a shinkansen bullet train. I buy one and like it. I want to buy another, but now the ice cream kid is gone. I look up his location at some sort of computer terminal, and see where he is. I think, "that's where my sister is, too".

The place is now more of a medical clinic. We are waiting to see a doctor. I am uneasy because other sick patients are there, and it is making me feel queasy to look at the other patients. I am also worried that treatments might backfire and make me feel worse.

I am next to a bathroom. Something about a secret code to contact people via toilet. You knock on the toilet using the code, and people travel through them.

"Constructive" criticism

Dream recorded 08/27/11 at 7:15am

Casey and I are at a student art show, where people are showing off their sofa and chaise designs. We walk around, looking at the work, and come across a nice chaise design that looks fancy. It has swirling gold-leaf covered wood details, and cushions with elegant patterned peach-pink fabric.

The prototype is made out of styrofoam, and was designed by an eight-year-old girl. She is fair-skinned, with long maple blonde hair. She is very proud that we like her design.

Casey makes a couple constructive criticism suggestions... but then pulls out a saw and starts slicing into the foam prototype!! I am mortified. I grab him and beg him to stop. He does... briefly; then starts cutting again, saying how the design could be a little nicer if you "just changed it this way" (and he is trying to show how, I guess).

I am shouting for him to stop ruining this little girl's work. Finally Casey stops. I run to the girl, who is now crying. I hug her and apologize profusely, feeling absolutely terrible.

My alarm goes off and wakes me up.

Lenny's gigantic sparkley blue hat

Dream recorded 08/27/11 at 7:15am

I'm with a large group of friends in college (both real and made up people in my dream). We're outside on some small side street. There are small bleacher-like things on the side of the road, and a bunch of us are sitting on them.

For some reason, we are holding white ropes. Everyone has their own. Lenny comes by and picks up the other end of everyone's rope. Then he waves them around, as if he's Santa Claus directing his herd of reindeer. Everyone is laughing and saying how clever Lenny is.

Then a group of gorgeous women come by and put a GIANT sparkley blue hat on his head. It is humongous, with lots of intricate gold trim, tons of glitter and huge feather plumes. The hat is probably about 1/3 the size of Lenny.

Everyone is commenting on how amazing this is. Some people are snapping photos. I am trying to find my camera in my purse.

Lenny does more "reindeer directing" gestures with his amazing hat while kneeling on the ground and surrounded by beautiful women. Finally, he gets up and gives the hat back. I'm sad that I didn't get to snap a photo in time, and hope I can get a copy from somebody else.

Earthquakes and black licorice

Dream recorded 08/27/11 at 7:15am

I am in my private dorm room in college (although not any dorm room I've had in real life). It is very large and spacious, with lots of big windows, and the place is very bright with daylight.

Suddenly there is a huge earthquake. I fall to the ground. The earthquake lasts a long time, and is so strong I can't stand back up. I crawl over to my TV and turn it off. Then I crawl over to get my purse. I hear shouting outside the door in the dorm hallway.

The shaking finally stops, and I plan to go out and talk with everyone else about what just happened. However, college friends (both real and made up ones) burst into my room before I can go out. Everyone is talking about the earthquake. I hadn't expected people to come inside my room, and I'm embarrassed about the mess my room had become as a result of the earthquake.

I am trying to tidy up my room of the belongings that had fallen about, as more people come inside. Eventually I decide to forget about it and just hang out with everyone instead of trying so hard to be a perfect hostess.

A girl comes up to me and hands me huge bundle of black licorice sticks, apparently as an offering to try and become a member of my friends group. She seems shy, but nice, so I accept and she goes off to hang out with everyone else in my room.

The Martial Arts Club

Dream recorded 09/07/11 at 5:30am

The local hang-out spot is a wrestling/martial arts club. It's a massive indoor gymnasium with tall bleachers on opposite sides. The gym floor is covered with mats. There is a large entryway, with an office you can get to by climbing some stairs.

Everyone goes here to hang out after work or school. Generally, however, only guys participate in the wrestling or sparring, while girls merely watch and cheer during the matches. Girls who participate in sparring are looked down upon by the people who run the place.

Well, I enjoy sparring (in my dream, that is... in real life we only did choreographed "forms" in our wushu class, never sparring). I'm hanging out at the gym with Jeremy K, Sang, Jon, and Luke from high school. We're all scheduled to be in sparring matches at different times. I'm the last on the list, and I plan to use my wushu staff. We all cheer during each match. I spend a lot of time talking to Luke.

It finally gets to my turn. However, right then, all the lights flip off, the music stops and everyone is leaving the building.

I spot the lady who has the most power over running the club and stop her as she's walking out. I tell her I was supposed to have a turn at sparring and got skipped. She looks at me with disdain, and says she does not care. I ask her if I can at least get my belongings; I had left them all inside everywhere because I had thought I would be in a sparring match. She waves me back inside with a scowl.

It is evening and getting dark outside, and I stumble around inside the dark gym. I'm really annoyed at how misogynistic the people who run this place can be. I manage to find the light switch and turn on the lights.

The place is a mess, with trash strewn about everywhere. I gather up my things, alone and feeling bitter, and also try to clean the mess up a bit. I pick up a lot of wadded paper and cotton puffs and throw them into the trash. They won't all fit, and keep falling out of the trash bin.

Suddenly, I realize the light switch is like a lever in a video game, where it only stays toggled for a small period of time before switching itself off again. The lights then turn off without warning, and I'm left in the dark gym alone again. Everything is starting to feel extremely creepy. I fumble to turn the lights back on, but as I go to grab my gathered belongings, the lights go off again.

While groggy and attempting to record this dream in my journal, I ended up forgetting what happened after that point. The dream must have gotten much more frightening, however, because I woke up with a start with my heart pounding.

The prophecy is right

Dream recorded 08/12/11 at 8:45am

I'm hanging out with Geek Club Evan and some other people. Something about playing a game or watching a DVD. Marilyn from high school comes back from some vacation.

Suddenly I realize that the items and words I've seen in random boxes of other stuff, when put together they all somehow make sense and have to do with Marilyn's travels...? Then, I am writing in these boxes with everyone; we are signing the boxes, like a geocache log as "found".

In a different room, later. Weird stairs in the middle of the room. I am trying to figure out some puzzle or something. Events have been following some foretold prophecy.

There is a short, round, stocky man with me; he is bald and his head is very spherical. He wants to hang out and joke around, but I tell him I am disturbed because something just doesn't feel right. The prophecy said something bad was soon to happen, so I was not in the mood to make jokes.

The guy says something like "THE PROPHECY IS RIGHT" and turns to me. He grabs me by the back of my shirt. As I feel myself rising in to the air, his face morphs into a horrible fanged mouth (no eyes or nose) that is a dark vortex, sucking everything towards it like a black hole.

I wake up screaming.