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jenny:
in this dream i wasn’t myself. i was a half demon/half man type creature.

while i don’t remember dreaming about this, in my dream i had just killed an 8 year old boy and was going to modify my appearance to look like him and enter his school. my fingerprints were all over the gun i had used, but as long as i could believably pretend to be the boy, no one would know he was dead and no one would find me.

i’m scaling a rocky mountain. i keep wedging my scaly hands into the crevices to pull myself up but keep falling. i continue trying until i find an easier route that allows me to almost walk up the mountain. at the top of the mountain i find a bag with clothes to disguise myself in, blue contacts (the boys eyes were blue) a wand and a really sharp mini-axe. i quickly transform myself as two other students walk around the corner. at the top of the mountain was a doorway into the school. i enter with them.

i’m careful to imitate the boy’s mannerisms. he had a deformity in his feet that made him limp, so i tried to limp. i am so nervous about being caught and at the same time feel extremely guilty about killing the boy, but continue on. i can’t let myself be discovered.

i meet up with another half-demon/half-man who was my accomplice in the murder. he pulls out his sharp axe and asks where mine is. i pull mine out and touch the end of the blade- it’s extremely sharp. he laughs and asks if i’m ready. as i’m about to answer, a school administrator enters the room and notices the weapon in my accomplices hand. i pretend to not know what’s going on and the administrator walks over to the accomplice, extremely angry. the administrator’s eyes turn black–not just the center of the eye, but the whole eye. as he stares into my accomplice’s eyes, my accomplice dies. i scurry off to class.

after class, i’m walking in the hall, still taking great care to ensure i’m limping. a teacher keeps watching me oddly and i feel like my cover is blown. i’m sure they know i’m not the boy.

she walks over to me and asks me a few personal questions. she’s joined by the school principal who says, “it’s odd that usually your left toe is pointing in, but now your right toe is.” i’m sure at this point they know i’m not the boy. the teacher has tears in her eyes and starts screaming at me, “what did you do with him? where is he?” i’m still desperately trying to pretend i’m this boy.

she turns her back to me and when she turns back around, her whole eyes are black and tears are still coming out. she says, “it hurts me to do this, but i know you’re not him.” she pushes me back onto the hallway floor and pins my arms next to me. she’s staring into my eyes, trying to kill me but the blue contacts i put in are reflecting back her ‘killing’ gaze. i start snickering and say, “it’s not going to work. you should have asked sam about this before you tried.”

i wake up. i don’t know who sam is and this whole dream is just f’ing weird.

i was in school and felt like i really needed to do well. i know i had to study for something as i took my stuff from my backpack and started with my notes. it wasn’t math but it was similar. some numbers and some words. i knew i had some issues with it before so i really wanted to do well. i sat along this row along the wall – like the table was built in like a bar. as i was studying, my principal came out and he happened to be my current boss, doug. he talked to me a bit as i studied and he was printing something out. i looked at my watch and it was 5 after 11 and i realized i was late for my test. my principal was already gone, so i got my stuff up really quick and left. i ran to class but realized i didn’t remember which room it was in, so i ended up peeking in a lot of rooms. i finally found it when my teacher looked my way as i was peeking through the window. by the way, my teacher happened to be house (hugh laurie)!

i sat down and grabbed my stuff and listened to his lecture. something about how if you were smart, you would have printed out the test to study from, because if house had handed out the sheets, you could have just thrown them away. if you printed them out, that was a large part of the battle. then he mentioned something about how google has that feature where you can send things in the past. the end.

there’s a rave at a high school, and some announcement saying that there will be no bag checking because it’s a rave and not a ________??!?!?! there are a large amount of dressed up raver kids and two tiers of ticketing, apparently.

we go to a foldout tent under a white canopy to purchase the second tier of our tickets. they are supposed to be physical tickets that cost $10. the whole ticket is supposed to be $15, because apparently we have $5 wristbands on, although i don’t actually remember purchasing the wristbands.

the girls manning the canopy are being shady as fuck, and they’re trying to rip people off. i know for a fact, i guess, that the tickets are supposed to cost no more than $15. they’re trying to charge us fluctuating amounts over $15, the last one being $16. it was only $1 more but i still refused because i knew that it was wrong.

they are taking forever to give us the correct price so i turn around to the guy and girl behind us and say sorry. the girl looks like ashley story.

some lady, sitting on a chair, mumbles in the background that the total will be $180 for the two of us. i respond by saying, “$180 is for like, a million tickets.”

the people behind us snicker and the shady ticketers finally offer us $15 for each of our tickets. the workers are now telling each other that, “now you have to make your own tips,” because apparently they were taking the extra money and pocketing it before. the people behind us are excited and say that yay, they now have an extra $2.60 to spend or whatever.

so, i guess i had put my stuff in a locker or something and now they’re giving it to me. there’s a black jacket, which i grab first. then my camera bag is on the table, and luckily i saw it, and as i pick it up, the blue helly hansen jacket i have is also attached to it (i always tie my jackets onto my bags). but then i decide that other than the camera bag, i don’t want to carry this shit around. so i need to put it back in a locker.

rachel goes inside to find a locker or something.

inside, my bags disappear and i walk up (or down) a set of these cooly textured stairs that look like they have wallpaper texture on them. i read some poem… maybe i find it on the ground… written by rachel, and it is pretty cool but sounds a lot like a poem i think i’d write, but a lot darker. i don’t remember much other than that there is a line talking about popes and sexual misconduct in a sarcastic way, and it ends with “, pope.”

mike s:
i’m back in college and somehow dating an ex-girlfriend that i haven’t seen since i broke up with her around this time last april. we’re together in her apartment and she’s somehow managing to rearrange her entire bathroom.

her bathroom is at the front of her apartment building, so where there might normally be a window, the bathroom has an entire wall of double paned glass with no curtains. she’s positioned the toilet exactly in the center of the tile floor and is upset with me because i’m refusing to use it. i’m becoming thoroughly annoyed because i didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let me go to the gym (out of fear girls might “hit on” me), yet she’s okay with undressing, bathing, and urinating in front of anyone who can see in.

amidst this argument, she decides that she hates gay people and wants to make an example of this guy jeremy, who plays in a band i’ve shared the stage with several times. i told her such bigotry didn’t make sense, but she insisted that jeremy is somehow part of society’s overall moral degradation. she’s giving me this evil glare.

so, my ex-girlfriend and this group of meathead rednecks are chasing jeremy around, who eventually drives off in his car. they were literally chasing him through people’s houses, back yards and jumping over fences. all the while, i’m trying to snap her out of it.

(note: my ex-girlfriend went out of town a couple months ago and is returning this week.)

lenny:
the dream starts out with me walking into my older brother pomy’s living room. various people were watching tv with the lights off. i don’t know what we were watching, but the the tv made everyone’s face radiate with an unreal blue glow due to the reflection.

at this point, i could smell weed coming from one of my nephews. my older brother pory notices a smell too, so i tell my nephew to give me the weed, which were in dime bags. i take the weed and walk to the kitchen and proceed to engage in a conversation with someone in the living room from the kitchen.

now a birthday party starts for both of my nieces, anna and kayla. during the party i notice a really nice white baby piano propped up against the wall, without its legs. it was only its body. and when i say baby piano i mean its like a baby grand except baby baby baby grand it was something a toddler could play. i propped it on its side and played it, almost like a guitar. i really wanted it and so i told everyone that i would be right back to check on my bank funds to see if i could afford it.

whats weird here is when i step out of the front door, i find myself stepping out of my bank which is located at crossroads mall in bellevue. without thinking, i walk over to the library so i can check my bank account online. as i am walking through the library, i notice it is filled with girls studying. as i walk by i notice they were studying. as i walked by one, i commented on how physical sciences were awesome.

i finally make my way to a computer and i try to enter in the url to my bank website. every time i hit enter the computer always spat out an error saying it could not resolve the address. after many attempts i noticed that the website showed up as wwwrsushimonstersrcom (that’s not really my bank address but in my dream i kept trying to type in http://www.sushimonsters.com). after closer examination, i found that the ‘.’ button and the ‘R’ button on my keyboard was switched. i now try to figure out how to type periods. during my bewildered frustration this asian girl comes up to me and asks me for some help with her math homework. i tell her sure and notice that the math book about nothing but powers, the cover had 10^10000000000 on it. i also notice that the name of her school is suprnova.

my dream then transitions to me parking at the mall that i was just at. two girls are in my car; one is my friend courtney from highschool, and the other is her friend alexandra. we park outside of the bank (my brother’s house) and i invite them inside to attend the party for some cake. they are hesitant, so i tell them that it’s just a 20 second walk. courtney agrees to come inside to hang out.

when we enter the bank, it’s suddenly a barnes & noble and i notice another highschool friend, valerie, studying so i say hello to her. a young tom hanks (early 20s) walks into the store and i say hello to him. courtney and i then start browsing the store noticing a magic and gags section. we play around with some games for a while then i spot a valerie look alike. imagine my surprise when i realize that the look alike is actually britney spears in disguise. at this point i completely forgot about the birthday party for my nieces.

i walk to exit the store when i bump into a tom hanks impersonator who is dressed like the boy kid from the movie juno (michael cera). he hands out a flyer to a concert that he supposedly drew himself, which reminded me of the vote for pedro flyers from napoleon dynamite.

as soon as i exited the building, i woke up.

vivian:
am in some openish space around the space needle. the weather starts getting mighty nasty. i’m talking… SHARDS of ice are falling from the sky. everyone’s scared. i pull out something like an umbrella — but not — and shield myself with it. it goes through that thinnish shit, but doesn’t pierce me. luckily. i’m worried about it going into my eye but luck out. the snow starts falling super heavily and a huge block of snow nearly hits where i am. it came out of nowhere, as if the huge avalanche-type block fell from the sky or something. i turn around and run towards the indoors. people are scattering in the streets, but strangely, only one girl is running in the direction i am running. i am kind of following her, but not really. the building we’re running into is kind of like a building in the halls of amador high school (near english classes and my photography class)… from the outside, anyway.

the inside consists of little shop-type things each in their own little space. i pass a bunch and can’t decide which to really go into. i find one that has a lot of people huddled around a fire and table. they stare at me blankly. i think about going in but then i notice that in the short amount of time i’ve been there, snow has been piling atop the rooftops. the ceiling is the kind of white shingle-ish shit (hard to explain) that can easily be replaced. you find it in schools and offices and stuff, and they break easily. they’re little rectangles in the ceiling. anyway. one of those in the middle of the hallway starts buckling in, and snow starts falling from it. i tell everyone we have to get out of there because the roof of the building is flat, and therefore all the snow piles up and has nowhere to go but in the middle. the room that formerly had the fire going in it is starting to cave in. i run outside, and other people somewhat follow but not really. see another building with a similar type of roof when i get outside. don’t remember the rest.

tammy:
so i was sleeping and my co-worker wendy came into my room/office and wrote on my white board details about wine and a short video to watch about it. then she left and my co-worker craig came in; i think it used to be his office. he was putting away his yearbook and trophies and stuff, and i made a joke about how he needs to put away his high school stuff. then i saw his yearbook and i saw that i knew hella people that went to high school with him, but somehow they went to high school with me. one included this guy named sky and his picture was on the top places to go (yo son!) in the yearbook, for being a dj. i was like, “what?? no way.” then craig asked if i wanted to pay like $130 for some rotisserie chicken for the sonics game later. then that was over and we had tickets to a sonics game and some older guy (i remember him vaguely, like vincent vaughn) and i were in the parking lot, and i was talking to some cute baby. then when i was done, he drove me to the game and we had a dinner date. then i said i had extra tickets if he wanted to go, so he pushed his dinner plans back and came also. when we got there, we sat hella close but then the ticket people eventually told us to go sit out where our assigned seats were.