Grad School

Zach and I were both going to Grad School, except in my dream, 'Grad School' just meant that we both went back to Mount Si to take summer classes for college credit at a reduced cost. This would seem unpleasant because we'd have to deal with all the high schoolers going there (I don't know why they were there, it was summer, but the school was just as full as the middle of the school year), but there seemed to be a kind of unspoken agreement that none of the high schoolers could talk to us, so it really wasn't a problem. I was totally hitting on this one chick in the back corner of one of the classrooms during class, I was waiting for her to finish what she was doing so we could walk out together, but she was taking forever. I glanced at the clock, and it said 10:77. It occurred to me that this was incorrect, so I did a double-take, and this time it read 10:46. This is such a classic lucid dream trigger, but I didn't notice that it was strange in my dream. I asked her what was taking her so long, and she said she had to stay and do this project. I said I had to go. She said not yet, let me give you my number first. This was the response I was fishing for, and I was very happy to have recieved it. She started looking around her desk, which was a mess with ripped-up papers, for a scrap to write her number on. I was about to point out what I thought was a correct-sized piece for a phone number, but she grabbed a much larger one, and started writing a bunch of stuff on it. Then she grabbed the small one I was looking at and wrote a little more on it, and handed them both to me. I read them right there, and they were almost completely incoherent. Saying something about her mom maybe, and just a lot of other weird stuff, not complete sentences. Somehow I got the basic idea, that she was telling me not to call her if I wanted to get laid, just to be her boyfriend. At this point in our interaction, the teacher, who was still teaching the class, asked me what I was still doing in there, all the other grad students, including Zach, had already left. Just then, Zach walked back in carrying a giant inflatable pencil that was flat on one side, so that it was a long semicircle shape, as if it had been sliced in half down the middle, he gave this to the teacher, who absolutely loved it. I was a little pissed about it, Zach had been sucking up to this teacher all day, and I thought she was kind of a crappy teacher. After conversing with the girl a little more about the meaning of the note she wrote me, I told her that yeah, no problem, I'd be her boyfriend, but in my mind I was very put out that I might have to make a committment, and was thinking I probably wouldn't do it, or maybe I'd pretend like I was going to do it just long enough to get laid. I got up and threw a pillow I was sitting on behind me and walked quickly out of the room. On my way back to my car, walking through the school, I saw two students pushing a janitor's cart and really having a good time. I wanted to stop and lecture them on how good these high school days were, and that they really needed to enjoy them, but the unspoken rule stopped me from speaking to any high schoolers. the school looked nothing like Mount Si, more like a castle or something, there were giant stone staircases inside, going up the walls, which were probably 80 feet high. I stopped by the kitchen on my way out, and there were about 100 people in there, and thousands of pizzas, and they looked like they were shooting to cook them all. I started cooking these pizzas that had a weird slogan, I kept repeating it in my head as I cooked them, but I can't remember it now. It had something to do with the fact that the cheese on top of them spelled out the word 'Zoom'. Every time I opened the oven to put a new one in, I would burn my elbow on the inside of the glass, and if it took me more than one try to get the pizza out of the oven, I had to keep repeating the slogan, but in such a way that if i got the pizza 30% out of the oven, I would say 30% of the slogan, then start over if I had to take another shot at getting the pizza out. Difficult to explain, but I hope you understand. I had to repeat portions of the slogan a lot, since I was really struggling to not get burned by the oven, it always took me a few tries to get it out.

Weird School / Peeing by the River / Jesse's Motorcycle / Babysitting

Weird School --

This is the first one I had, and I don't remember a lot of it. I was at some school that was - in my mind - Mt Si, but it looked more like an airport. It was enourmous, and there were retail stores and arcades, and things like that all around. I remember looking for Ms. Lucking's class, and knowing that the classrooms were the doors that were on the carpet, the rest of the place was linoleum. I was looking all over for her, and getting a little worried since I couldn't find the door. I remember asking Owen where her class was, and he was incredibly unhelpful. Once everyone else found their classes, I headed down to the arcade, planning to tell anyone who asked that I was looking for Ms. Lucking, but really I knew she wouldn't be at the arcade. Oddly enough, she was at the arcade, and I told her how strange I thought it was. She didn't speak a word.

Peeing by the River --

This one was very short. Grayson and I were down by the river outside my house, except it looked completely different. There were tropical plants everywhere, and I was climbing around on a bunch of vines and stuff, watching Grayson look for something in the sand below me; he was digging around and getting pretty bent out of shape about not finding whatever it was he was looking for. At some point I had to pee really bad, so I started going, pretty near Grayson, which I was unhappy about - I didn't want to hit him - but he was so focused on finding this thing that he really didn't give a rip.

Jesse's Motorcycle --

Jesse's house was kind of like Gerard's house in this dream, except I think my house was next door, and if you went past it, you went up a very steep grassy hill covered in snow for about a half mile until you came to a cul de sac. Jesse had a mexican friend who had built a custom harley - it was a harley on the front, connected to half of a volkswagon beetle, so it was like one of those trikes that you see people riding around. We all thought it was great, and I went for a ride in it with Vernon, then I took it up to the cul de sac, and almost lost control coming back down in the snow. I went to tell Jesse that I had brought it back safely, and he was having some kind of a party, everyone was sleeping outside in tents. Jesse showed me his tent - it was half open, very dirty inside, and he had ice forming all over his sleeping bag. I told him it looked like a terribly uncomfortable place to sleep as he climbed in apparently for the night.
I went next door to I think my house, and there were probably fifty people running around in the snow nearly naked. People including Bryan Wylet, Vernon, those ugly twins that Bryan used to date or whatever, etc. Bryan had I guess cut his finger, and both his and my mom were fretting over him, asking him what he wanted to disinfect it with. He said he already had disinfected it with blue food coloring, then he said, "Wait; blue food coloring isn't an antiseptic is it?". No one there seemed to know, so I chimed in and kindly told them that no, it was not.
Now the location of the party had moved to some bar, where everyone was underage and everyone else knew that, but there was still plenty of drinking going on, I don't know how this was happening. I also think it was a school-sponsored event, which makes even less sense that the underage drinking was being accepted. I remember Owen and I talking about false summits, and by doing this we were somehow mocking what this really ugly girl had just said. I don't know what the connection was, if there even was one. Then the bartender, who I guess we were friends with, held out a set of keys for someone to hold onto for some reason. No one went to take them, so I did, and everyone groaned about me being the one to have such a responsibility. I got pretty heated, and started prodding them as to why I had such a reputation, I would have thought I would have been the first choice for such a responsibility. I was pretty pissed about it. At some point someone tried giving me a tattoo on my back, which I resisted, then listened to the ugly girl tell about the tattoo her boyfriend tried to get on his back, but she had to stop him.

Babysitting --

I guess I was supposed to babysit Emma - Carrie and J.B.'s daughter - for about three days while they were out of town. I was excited to take over the house and live there, because there was nothing inside, and there was no child to be seen. I basically just got to move in for free. The house was like a storage unit, it had a blue rollup door on one side, but the other side had a real door, and a fence with a gate. I decided to leave the rollup door permanently closed, even though it was on the front of the house, and just use the regular door. I was outside locking the gate with some weird green contraption that had a picture of a scantily clad woman on it and a skateboarding logo. Some people pulled up, all I know about them is that they were people from high school who were very religious, and I remember knowing that they were religious, and being very intimidated by them for that reason, because in my dream that also meant that they were very hardcore and mean and rebellious and would most likely hurt me given the chance.

The Concert / Halo Dreams

Grayson and I were in a band together, and we were supposed to put on a concert for an auditorium of about 100-200 of our old classmates from high school. We had already put on one concert, and we were very successful. While at this auditorium, a few different people came up to me and told me they really liked our music. Also, we were called Pedro the Lion, and we kind of were Pedro the Lion, except we wrote our own music and had none of the band members from Pedro the Lion, (This made sense in my dream). This concert was kind of a battle of the bands type thing, so i was completely confident that we'd be the best ones there by far, but I still remember being very nervous to perform, and thinking that I shouldn't be this nervous to perform for a couple hundred people that I already know I don't really like. Right before we were about to go on, I for some reason realized that something had gone wrong with my acoustic guitar, and that I had to run home to fix it. Our band was about to go on, and I knew that every minute I was gone was a minute the audience had to wait, so I was in a frenzy. I don't remember driving home, or what I did to my guitar when I got there that was so important, I just remember pulling back into the auditorium parking lot, which looked just like a strip mall parking lot, with a target and such, and almost hitting a few different people while frantically looking for a parking spot. I ran back in the auditorium, and went backstage to enter onto the stage with my bandmates, who were already standing there, ready to perform. I got back there, and took about three steps onto the stage, when I realized I had forgotten to put the strap on my guitar. I ducked back backstage again, and as I was putting it on, realized that my pickup and sound hole were covered with masking tape. i set about peeling it off, but at this point I had taken just a little too long, and the people running the concert kicked us off to let the next band get ready. I felt terrible, and apologized profusely to Grayson, who wasn't upset with me at all, and seemed to completely understand that I had done everything I could. We talked about trying to trick some other auditorium staff member into thinking that we were the next band that was supposed to go on, but I guess we never did.

In the next dream, i had evidently been afflicted with a strange sleeping disorder, and I was sleepwalking a lot. I guess I was sleeping in this bike shop or something, because every time i would wake up from a sleepwalking episode, I would be in this retail shop, and all my friends there would tell me what I had just been doing, except they always told me that I had just had another, "Halo Dream". My dreams, I remember, had nothing at all to do with halo, and rather were about skateboarding, but I never corrected my bike shop buddies. In one of the dreams, I crashed and hit my chin trying to do a new skateboard trick, and when I woke up, they told me I had done something weird with my mouth, and I knew it was because I had hit my chin in my dream. I told everyone in the bike shop that I was going to come up with a new skateboarding trick. This hushed everyone, since trying to add to the existing trick repertoire was apparently very taboo, and most respectable skateboarders would never even try. I didn't tell them that I was getting trick ideas from my dreams, they still believed they were halo dreams, but I knew that these dream tricks were super cool and I could hit it big with them. The fact that I could be monetarily successful from creating a new trick was synonymous with a cure for my halo dream syndrome in my dream. Nothing really ever came of this situation, but later I was sitting on a couch that was ridiculously modern looking, like those crazy pieces of furniture from that SNL skit, and listening to some guy talk about some idea he had that could help cure my halo dream affliction. Everyone was there listening, and it was clear that the entire town was worried about me, and wanted to help me get rid of my halo dreams. I still never told them they were skateboarding dreams.