Date of dream: Saturday, April 14, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
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Tim, Etienne and I were in a movie theater lobby. Etienne went off to a movie by herself, and Tim and I walked toward our theater. I turned a corner and sat down in a seating area. My seat was in a corner next to a short wall to my right. Some kind of show was going on with a woman dancing to a few spectators.
The woman walked up to me and pressed her chest into my face. She was wearing a T-shirt. Her breasts pressed against my face, and I sat there motionless. I had no reaction, and I kept a straight face. She danced and kept moving her breasts against my face, and I kept up not reacting.
Eventually she stopped and did it to the guy next to me. I got up and left to meet Tim. We walked by movie posters to decide what to watch, but we couldn't make a decision. Then I saw "Futurama" on a TV in the lobby. I watched it for a while. It was Fry running through some kind of canyon. I quoted along with the show and laughed at the joke.
Additional Comments:
The "Futurama" scene wasn't anything from a real episode.
Date of dream: Thursday, February 02, 2012
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Rating:
Lucid Intent?
No
This dream has been viewed 234 times.
I was in a room on the second floor of a building. I think it was a house, but I'm not sure. There were two beds in the room, and the gap between them led to a window. My brother and Hermes from "Futurama" were in the room with me. Hermes wanted to get high. We closed the door, and I unrolled a towel on my bed. He got a long sheet of aluminum foil and spread it out over the towel. He put a lot of marijuana on the foil and rolled it up.
It was gigantic. It was a foot long and really thick. Hermes smoked it first. The end he lit got bright orange and reddish when he took a drag on it. He held it in for a long time and started running around wondering where to exhale. I opened the window and told him to blow it outside. We didn't want any smell in the room so my mom didn't find out.
Then it was my turn. I inhaled and held it in for a long time. I held it much longer than I thought I could, and when I started needing to breathe, I quickly went over to the window. I grabbed a dryer sheet and placed it over my mouth before exhaling. Somehow that was supposed to dilute the smell of the marijuana.
I grabbed my small black fan and put it on the bed. I turned it on a low setting and faced it toward the window. My reasoning was that it would blow the smoke out and keep the smell out of the room.
Then my mom came up, and I was the only one in the room. I thought of putting some eye drops in, but I didn't have any. She came in and didn't notice any smell or anything, so I was in the clear. She started taking the blankets and sheets off my bed. I asked why she was doing it, and she said that if we were to be a successful bed and breakfast, we could no longer use local Navajo products. I was really upset about this because I liked helping local business. (Apparently we were in Kayenta, and there was a bedding store or something.)
There were multiple layers of blankets and sheets on the bed, and she removed all of them. It took forever to do. There must have been at least 10 layers. I started wondering how long it was going to take.
Additional Comments:
Hermes looked like a real-person version of the cartoon character.
I've never gotten high. I know, I know.
