Date of dream: Saturday, June 05, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness: 
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was running on a hash. In fact I went on several hashes throughout the course of this dream. The first one was pretty generic – just ran around with a bunch of people on Mudd. On the second one, I went along basically the same path with just one other person, a supposed expert who was teaching me the ropes. Part way through that hash, I turned into a lion while stopping under a tree in a park full of people. Actually, I may have been a lion the entire time, because it struck me as strange that there were people around. I had to get out of that situation very gingerly, and my leader got way ahead of me in the process. I lost him. I ended up meeting a bunch of regular hashers at my next stopping tree. My leader had already gone up the snowy hill ahead, and was coming back with two others. They said he was lame, and I decided to join their hash. Alex ran out in front of us, leading the pack. I and a bunch of other girls (including Carol Barrientos) were in a small pack not far behind him, and we were singing some hashing song as we ran. At some point in the song, Alex turned around and started singing his part as he ran back towards us (this was a scripted part of the song, he’s supposed to do this). When he got nearer, he was suddenly Angie Sumlak. We stopped running, and the hashers discussed who should hare the next hash. They volunteered Angie. Angie really didn’t want to since she’d just hared one, but they came up with some infallible reason so she gave in, and ran to the back of the pack to signify this. She was wearing rather short shorts, and acted very much like Lydia Dieterman. I mentioned her similarity to Lydia, who was with me at the front of the pack.
Date of dream: Thursday, June 03, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I went to Westfield pool. It’s slightly different from the real Westfield pool, of course. The diving board is seriously reinforced and fancy looking, and the diving well is on the east side of the pool (instead of West). Two lifeguards watch over the deep end, and they talk back and forth for a short while before each diver goes off, making jokes and silly stories about the diver. People are allowed to swim in the deep end, because they make such a big deal and it takes forever to go off the board. The lifeguards are apparently the same team that worked there last year, so they get along very well. Two of the lifeguards are Claire Ronde and Jillian Conway. At one point Claire starts having “seizures” which basically entail her flailing a lot and losing her breath. Jillian knows how to deal with it so they always work together, sitting on the same stand (there is now a tall stand on the east side of the pool, next to the new location of the deep end). At various points during my time at the pool, the lifeguards seem to think that I’m part of their rotation. I have to keep on reminding them that I’m not even on payroll for Splash this year, much less subbing at Westfield today. As I’m about to leave, I run into Tino! He insists that we go for a little swim, since we never got a chance to do so during the semester. I’m not really prepared, so I have to go to the lost and found to get some goggles. There is a lifeguard in charge of the lost and found, and apparently you have to pay $3.76 or something to rent goggles. Ms. Randall is in line in front of me for goggles. When I get my goggles, they very clearly have someone’s name written on them, but apparently that doesn’t matter since they were lost in 2003. Once I’m ready, Tino and I get in on the South side of the deep end, planning to swim laps north-south (the other way is still longer, but apparently the pool is big enough now that this is a full normal pool length). Tino takes off ahead of me, swimming butterfly and claiming that otherwise I wouldn’t be able to keep up. I start out also swimming butterfly out of defiance, but I switch to freestyle so we don’t crash into eachother when he starts coming back, and stick with it from there on because I’m not keeping up. We only swim a 50, with me swimming in very slowly, clearly fairly tired. Tino is wearing sweats when I make it back (though still in the water), and announces that he feels like going for a run. I was planning on at least swimming a 50 breaststroke with him, but he wants to go running, so I let him go. After swimming for a little bit, I am back on the south end of the deep end, and sitting on a ledge slightly below the water (kind of like the weird drainage ledges at EPIC). My phone is sitting on that ledge too. I am pretty upset, because this means that my phone is almost certainly broken. I leave the pool with a bunch of MSCF people, and as we get out, we start several giant group hugs. I think we’re all hugging Zachary Maguire at some point, and later on Peter Mauer definitely hugs me (as per usual), with someone else hugging him from behind. The hugs are strangely awkward, and at some point I was sitting on someone’s head as part of some strange hug/acrobatic thing we were doing. Later on, while people are still hanging around and hugging outside of the pool, I go back in to return my goggles or get my phone or something. I see Caleb Perry walking out with some other guy. When I find my phone, it apparently works, in spite of the waterlogging.
Date of dream: Friday, May 28, 2010
Level of Lucidity:
N/A
Level of Cohesiveness:
Lucid Intent?
No
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I was skiing with my family somewhere. Mom and I were together, I think because we wanted to do easier runs (blue and green). I seemed to be pretty bad at skiing. At the point where one of the blue runs intersected with the main drag (which we went down several times as a whole family before dad and Grant split off), there were three little jump things, which were labeled as double black diamond. They were apparently “extreme moguls”. Later we were going to a food court area. To get in you had to walk through this thing that was a combination of a carousel and a revolving door. It blocked the entrance like a revolving door, but it had no partitions, had fancy benches and poles to hold onto, and occasionally it would change its direction of rotation. When I first got on I could hardly keep my balance, but then there was a helpful announcement reminding me of physics, and that it would be more stable on the inside instead of the outside. Once inside the food court area, I set down my stuff (which happens to have been my laptop, my bible and my notebook) on a table. When I come back after getting food, Cait and someone else are sitting at the table. I take my laptop and stick it in my backpack and they don’t seem to notice, but as I reach for my bible, they question whether it’s really mine (someone else comes up to the table at this point, a potential alternative owner to the bible). I look back at the table, and there’s another bible sitting on it that looks almost identical to mine. I look at both, but its impossible to tell the difference between the two from the sermon notes, because it looks like my cursive handwriting (which is strange because I never write on the sermon notes, much less in cursive). Same thing happens for my notebook, but eventually I notice that one is strangely bound and doesn’t have as many pages. Looking at it more closely, I figure out that it’s a photocopy. I am then able to do the same thing with the bibles (the sermon notes are photocopied…no telling how they got the rest of the bible duplicated!). Apparently Cait and her friend thought it would be a good prank because they were drunk.
After skiing we (my family) were driving and dad kept on looking for different landmarks in the nearby mountains, including the ski resort. This was slightly scary, since he was the driver, and we wanted to look for the things in the mountains as well, so we didn’t really want to look at the road for him.
Later we are staying in a tent with a couple of random people with superpowers. We’re doing some sort of time travel, but one day we do it at the wrong time, which apparently screws things up. They say something about us “losing the first hour” and a baby is sitting outside of tent. It starts playing with animated toys, and the female person who is with us keeps on telling someone to “wake up” and I can’t tell if she’s talking to the baby or the small person that its playing with, or something entirely different. After a bit, it is apparently too late and we are transported somewhere else to fight some sort of boss person for doing time travel wrong. The female is very happy because we have 6 people instead of the normal two (she’s screwed up before) and because we’ll get multiplied and more powerful before we face the boss (it’s some sort of effort to make the battle more fair or something) then we’ll actually have a very good chance of beating him. The boss is a 2-D black and white shaman/priest looking dude, in the style of the people in Secret of Kells. We very quickly set up what he wants – we get stars to bow down to him and the moon to sing hallelujah for him. He seems awestruck, and then I wake up.
Additional Comments:
I had't noticed the vague Joseph-like reference in the end (stars and the moon bowing down) until now (3/23/12). Don't know if that was a recent memory, old memory, or just a coincidence at the time.
