House party, boozed and bruised car, awkward ninja girl

A bunch of folks were partying in the left-side (i.e. port side) driveway of the house I lived in. I was sitting in the driver seat of my car, with the car facing the side of the house next door, only a few feet away. It was nighttime.

Among the party guests was someone I identified with Zach W, who was standing between the hood of my car and the side wall of the next door house. There was loud electronic dance music playing, and he was fiddling with a stage lighting device, which was strobing and brightly shining various colors.

Even though a strip of the lights were placed on the hood in front of me, and facing me, something managed to block it from shining straight in my eyes.

There was a 24-pack of beer on the floor in front of the passenger seat, more than half of which had been emptied out/consumed. I reached and grabbed another, mentioning to Ray (who was standing outside the driver side window) that we had to finish all the beer before we could go driving anywhere. (Ray seemed skeptical.)

Later, after having spent some time inside the house, I came back out, and found (as I had already heard from others) that my car had been badly trashed (vandalized perhaps, or abused by partygoers). I looked at the rear bumper, seeing that it had been replaced by a really cheap looking, mint-green bumper that was all the wrong dimensions, and wasn't well attached, either.

I walked around the port side of the house and into the back yard, which had a tall (10+ feet) wooden fence along the back, with perhaps a small street behind it. It was mid- to late afternoon now.

As I walked into the back yard, out of nowhere a young woman comes flying over the fence and lands upright, just in front of me. She's wearing a white, decorated t-shirt or the like, and has reddish, dirty blond, somewhat poofy long hair.

Despite her grand entrance (which might have really been intended to have gone unnoticed), we don't really say much to each other, but I think she looks familiar and ask if we met once before, a while back, around this same place.

She says it's unlikely we've met before, because she lives "at Milwaukee, WI near Largo" (or something weird like that, maybe referring to a street or a metro stop in the DC area).

Hugging at Hogwarts

At a school/academy with a bunch of classmates. We are almost to our classroom, in a semi-covered courtyard reminiscent of a place in Hogwarts (a small open central grassy area with covered corridors surrounding it). A couple classmates are teasing me about this girl that I like (also present) who likes me too. She was cute (in a wholesome sort of way), somewhat short, shy, and golden blonde. I couldn't decide who she reminds me of in real life, but she seemed very familiar to my waking mind.

Because of my classmates' prodding, rather than being ashamed for no reason, and despite no official relationship between us, I walked over to her and gave her a hug from behind and started talking to her. Worked out pretty well.

Finding a film location at the wild west hotel

Ray and I were at some hotel with a vaguely wild-west theme to it. Ray's erstwhile girlfriend Britt was there for a little while too, with us at the hotel's swimming pool, but headed out after a bit.

A woman working for some movie production company was with us then, and we were apparently at the hotel to help with preparation for filming. She had been asked to find three adjacent unoccupied rooms and break the side walls between them to make it easier to film there. Ray and I went searching through every room at the hotel (there were about three floors with maybe eight rooms per floor). While we did find empty rooms here and there, we also ended up barging into many occupied rooms. One room I recall opening the door and seeing someone asleep in bed and closed the door before they woke up.

In any case, there was nowhere in the hotel that had three adjacent unoccupied rooms. The woman from the film company decided to settle on reserving three separate rooms.

Ray and I went back down to the bottom level and out to some small tables by the street. As it turned out, Ray had two girlfriends at this time, Britt (seen previously), and a girl who showed up now to sit with us. She was a petite, thin redhead named Katey. She mentioned to me casually, but quite earnestly, that nothing could ever happen to make her dislike Ray.

Two (or three) towers

I had lost track of a girl I was with earlier (with medium length dyed redhead hair). I was walking through a sparsely wooded park (reminiscent of Rock Creek Park in DC) in autumn, along with some friend of mine. Off to the side, in the distance, but not too far off, I spotted two massive light gray towers, sort of castle style with battlements, but maybe the size of the steam stacks at a nuclear power plant. These two towers belonged to a complex, and a third tower, a little bit separated from the other two, was also present. I decided to take a picture, but even at this distance, I could only fit the two towers closer together into the picture.

I believe I later went over to that complex, and possibly found the girl from earlier in the lobby there. But I can't quite remember.

Spies need SIM cards

I was in an inner courtyard of a school/academy at dusk (drab architecture, all beige and gray and bricky, different terraced levels), spying on some guy. I was getting ready to report back to my chief when I remembered that I needed to steal a SIM card for my cell phone first. I went inside and found an open dorm room and grabbed the SIM card out of their modem.

Later, I ran into another guy I knew (probably another secret agent) and two of our friends, and we went to another dorm room so he could get a SIM card too. The dorm room's door was wide open and nobody was there, so we made ourselves at home, lounging on the bed/floor. He got his SIM card from the computer's modem, then was using the computer to print out some multi-page document. While we were doing this, the girl whose dorm room it was came in (and she had a friend or two waiting outside too). My friend explained that he really had to get this document printed, it was an emergency. She acquiesced, and we got ready to leave. We mentioned to her, on the way out, in passing, that, if, you know, there was anything wrong with her computer, like, the IT people could probably help her out. (Because we stole her SIM card. Probably wouldn't get much Internet anymore.)

Classroom sitcom at the academy

I, Julie M, and another girl (whom I know fairly well in the dream, and who I believe is my flatmate; she is tall, and white) are together in some kind of advanced study academy during our undergrad years. There are several other people in the classroom too, but I guess the three of us are closer friends. Someone had the brilliant idea to turn our classroom into a sitcom, and I'm walking over to class from my apartment (which is actually on the same floor of the same building; the building's internal architecture is vaguely reminiscent of Woodbridge SHS), getting ready to explain to them that I know absolutely nothing about acting.

Talking windows spoil breakfast

A girl finds out the house next door is possessed by several spirits. They talk through the windows of the house, animatronic like. One was a German military officer, another was an American military officer. Others talk some too but don't introduce themselves. They order some food for delivery or something. The girl sleeps there overnight. She has some weird inflatable nylon doll, as big as she is. Upon waking up, she finds it has deflated. She complains to her parents (? they're kind of old) next door and tries to reinflate it (the bottom is just like a bag end that ties closed, but she finds it has holes elsewhere.

While eating breakfast with her parents (?) and one other, younger woman (not sure what anyone's connection to each other is), the older lady and her husband begin to be poltergeisted by the spirits of the house next door. They take the woman's (gray) hair and start blowing it up and out, and spinning it in circles like fan blades. She initially doesn't react, but then she tries to go outside. She steps out into extreme wind. The father (?), now scared, tries to secure the girl, but cannot reach her. The wind blowing inside makes it difficult to move, and he seems to keep suddenly teleporting to different positions in the room when it seems like he's getting close. The end is kind of gruesome.

Two girls at the malt shop

At a restaurant or cafeteria or malt shop, with a high ceiling, whitish tile floor, booths along two sides (seat backs were black cushioned plastic or leather, medium-high). I am thinking about going and talking to a girl* across the room, but I guess I am a little unsure. I sit down at a booth, and at the next booth behind me, a girl† is sitting with her back to mine. She is a brunette, with fairly wavy hair that reaches a little past her shoulders. She is probably under 5'6", and thin but not lanky. I don't know if I really see her face until later, but she is quite attractive.

As soon as I sit down with my back to her, she begins talking to me. I can't really remember what we talked about, but we talked for a while. The conversation flowed naturally, and I detected a vague sarcasm/cynicism in her personality. By the end of the conversation, it seemed like we had made some kind of connection.

The next dream, I am back in basically the same place, and someone resembling Lynn S-B is walking around, and she mentions something about being glad her daughter† (the girl I had been talking to) had taken an interest in someone. I meet her again.

In a later dream, I am walking around outside in sort of an open grassy area, approaching a colonial brick building on the edge of a Williamsburg-esque campus. I small talk a little with a middle-aged foreign couple who are also walking up to the building (Asian? can't remember), and then I step inside.

It's sort of a welcome center. It's pretty poorly lit. I seem to be just cutting through. I go from the front area into a smaller room with a smallish reception desk. I am heading towards a side door, which leads outside again. Sitting behind the desk is (somehow) four or five girls (students) in schoolish uniforms. One of them recognizes me and says hi and waves. It was the original girl* from the restaurant that I hadn't gone and talked to. I guess we know each other. I say hi. This room is very poorly lit, and by the light coming in the outside door, just as I am stepping out, I notice that one of the girls sitting next to her is the girl† I have been talking to.

I see her at least once more, at what could be best described as the freezer/bakery section of a grocery store, at which some kind of school/community activity is going on (but that stuff is mostly happening back towards the registers).

Meghan's change of face

Chanced upon Meghan M in the common area behind the houses on the south side of Cromwell Ct in Lake Ridge at the top of a small ridge behind Bob’s house and near the entrance to the woods. Was kind of disappointed when it turned out that her face was completely someone else’s, sort of a rounder, smaller, continental European young girl’s face. With sandy blond hair, of all things.

Racheem's love

Later dream involved AOL Instant Messenger. I had apparently logged on for the first time in a very long time. A few people started bombarding me with messages, including one whose screen name was "Alyssa" and whose icon was the face of a magenta-haired female night elf from WoW. Apparently we were online friends from when I used to play TFC, and, although it hadn't been obvious to me, she was obsessed with me. She reminded me that her first name was "Racheem" (an image of her popped into my mind -- thin, hispanic or middle eastern, dark medium length hair -- above shoulder --, medium-short height, late teens). Interesting that I could now read all this text when I had seen none during my earlier lucid dream. She went on and on about this and that -- there was one point where she said she "sent my arm to her friend" -- accompanied by an image of me and ?Neil sitting on a couch (in Cantilever Ct. basement?) with a gag-arm hanging next to us. After answering other people's IMs, I had trouble figuring out how to go back to hers (the interface was atypical -- large window with tabs at the top -- new IMs had light blue tab text). When I finally clicked back, she had written four or five paragraph-long messages -- a few glimpses indicated that she was making some kind of emotionally charged confession. However, I saw that she had signed off while I had been clicked away. Then for some reason, her entire tab disappeared and I was annoyed that I couldn't read it. Wondered to myself whether it had been logged somewhere, but couldn't find it.

Wrongly accused, but hey, she gets a sitcom out of the deal

A junior deputy or some such thinks he has found the culprit in a recent crime, a woman (who happens to be cute, in a wholesome sort of way) with brown hair in her twenties. She is found guilty and put in jail. However, soon after, someone else is also found guilty of the same instance of the same crime. The deputy then goes about trying to prove the original girl's innocence, but her fingerprints all over the original crime scene (dusty shelves at a library) are enough to keep her in jail. So, the deputy's mission (along with his hilarious, believable backing cast) throughout the rest of the sitcom is to keep his convict entertained and make sure she enjoys her stay at the jail. Comedy gold, I bet. I'm sure they fall in love, too, because it's TV.

Girl on the bus; mountain tunnel. Dance?

On the bus, a girl: medium-tall height, brown hair, window seat, straight white smile.

"What're you, some kind of dentist?" says a guy nearby on the bus. Glad he said something so I don't just feel dumb in the silence.

Mountain road pull-up to the bus tunnel, coasting uphill, I get out, go through the tunnel on my own. Successive tunnel doors begin to close as I walk through them, but I eventually get out.

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"How'd you get up there?"
Dance. "I'm starting to not suck so much." "Nah, you're really pretty good."

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Woke up with a DDR song stuck in my head.

E 3 1 0 0 B 1 3 1 3 3 G 2 2 2

That's the one.

Voluntary execution

We're in what seems to be a regular sized classroom in a high school. 30 or 40 people (men and women, mostly between 20-30 years of age) are (mostly) all standing up in front of rows of seats facing a firing squad of some kind (Nazi Germany, no?). They seem to have volunteered for this, however. From my perspective (from the executionees' right side) there are a few more gunners kneeling near me, ready to fire if something goes wrong. The first two or three rows are shot down without a hitch. In the next row, the guy nearest us (big, shaved stubble head) is having major second thoughts, and kind of looks away and sits down. The rest of that row are shot dead. The man* closest to the sitting guy fires and kills him.

A few more rows back, a group of friends, and notably a tall thin girl with medium-short sandy blonde hair (and maybe glasses) are awaiting their turn. To my left two guys (civilians) are sitting Indian-style facing the gunners.. they seem to not be participating. The one behind the other even seems kind of jovial. Finally, it gets down to the row with the sandy blonde girl. Suddenly, she up and says to a guy nearby, "Let's go for a walk." Apparently, the jovial guy on the sidelines hears this and for some reason thinks it's directed at him. He busts out a wide grin.

The girl and the guy she talked to, and a few others, make their way around us and to the door (front and left, from executionees' perspective). At this point I am the perspective of the man* who shot the sitting guy earlier. I really don't want to shoot the girl as she walks out the door, but I feel obliged to look like I'm trying. I fire twice, both shots landing above the doorway. They have left. A few of my colleagues slowly begin to pursue. I also go out into the hallway to try to find where they went. After I pass by a senior officer (reminds me of the principle Ferengi from Buffy) I hear their footsteps and voices but I'm not quite sure which way they are, as I find myself at an intersection of a few hallways/stairways.

Microprognostication

Charlie's Angels 2? Something about a long steep hill in the woods, one of the characters comes out of a cabin partway down the hill. More credits come on, this late in the film.

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I'm in some kind of small store or apartment... not sure. I read names "I'm so-and-so" off a piece of paper. After each name is a description of what's going to happen to them in a few seconds. I go through the list and each person does something markedly different from what is written on the paper. I get down to the last name (Beth) who is supposed to do something... anyway, she's sitting across from me on the same couch, and she's a regular bombshell... sandy hair? A little short. But she's the only one in the room who looks at me and says something like, "at your house.." And who am I to refuse? I may massage her bare feet at some point.

A blissful encounter

Throwing frisbees with a few people in the front yard of the Cantilever house. I throw one from the street up towards the house. Suddenly a girl (with black hair) comes out of nowhere from behind me and starts hugging me. Her chin is hooked over my left shoulder. I was so incredibly happy at that point that I could have stayed like that indefinitely. So now I know what it's like.

My roomie, fond of U2

I'm rooming with a nice chick with nearly black, wavy, long hair. She has a twin size bed, not bunked. Of the songs I play for her, she liked U2 - Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For.

Adventure, or something

Main character's Greg in this one... anyway, we're looking for some people to embark on an adventure with us... we seek a certain few people whose homes/mortgages have been "forclosed" or something... they have nothing to lose... the first one was a blonde in her early 20's, Scandinavian stock... well-built, not stocky but not exceedingly thin.. tall.. anyway, there's some adventure but I've forgotten where it goes.

Popeson

In a church/dining hall (red carpet, small round wood tables) with the Pope's son (looks just like Pope John Paul II, speaks English), dad, and Neil. There's a Jewish woman who hangs around Popeson, prays to clean up every morning (drinker). We had cups of thick chocolate topped with nut slices... I ate the top nut/chocolate - messy.

The table in front of me has some American girls, I catch one's eye, smile, she waves. The Jewish woman comes back with some of her cooking in a Chinese food box.

Slip sliding at Sam's Club

Playing Half-Life (more likely TFC) - there's annoying sound every time I press Ctrl. Had trouble muting the wav file.

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At a warehouse store like Sam's Club or BJ's - looking around what I had expected to be the computer section - but it was not. Although there's some interesting Star Wars memorabilia on a shelf...

Heading towards another aisle with my mom, running and sliding very well on the smooth floor; we go up an aisle, I'm still doing that and a young woman comes up behind me doing same... we look at each other, she starts to walk off, and I wake up.

"Gooo for it, Nabeeel..."

We were standing out in the open, and in front of us, across a very wide expanse, was a granite cliff which created very high fidelity echoes. Something in my mind tells me it was Massachusetts. We didn't go over to the cliff, though :(

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Mom had some new bike for her library, and she let me ride it while she went off somewhere else. I biked by Andrew K and Nabeel and some random girls, who looked like similar stock to Nabeel. Andy said something like "I think Nabeel would be more comfortable..." and walked off; while biking by, I said "Gooo for it, Nabeeel..."